The Prescription - Fill Generically or Dispense as Written
Chapter One
I decided I wanted to be a pharmacist my first day as a stock boy
at Friends Pharmacy. They were a 50 store chain out of Manlius,
New York, just outside of Syracuse. I just finished my second
year of High School and wanted the job to begin saving for a car
and insurance. My Dad had aspirations for me to be a doctor but
my Mothers brother, who had retired at 50 because of arthritis in
his hands and back, swayed me away. His stories of 36 hour shifts
as an intern, dependencies on uppers and downers, gnawing guilt
even when you lose a patient only a miracle could save were only
the tip of the iceberg on his laundry list of why he was glad to
be out. The constant hand and finger work, coupled with the
constant standing, proliferated his arthritis, which my 40 year
old Mom was dealing with. Being in the same bloodline I worried
about it.
I had the marks in school to get in any college I wanted and
applied for scholarships everywhere. While my parents thought I
was aiming at being a doctor, most of the schools offered
pharmaceutical to keep my options open.
That first day I was a whirlwind nearly cleaning out the stock
room and having the shelves loaded and neat by the end of my
shift. The pharmacist on duty told me I should slow down or they
would expect me to work like that everyday. When he sent his
assistant to get lunch he offered to buy mine and we talked while
we ate. I found out you could make 60 to 100K in the right
situation as pharmacist and still had the satisfaction of helping
people while not having to make one incision, look at one nasty
infection, or deal with the private parts of people you didn't
want to look at clothed, let alone in the altogether.
The regular manager and the assistants in the store didn't mind
my hanging near the pharmacy counters when stock had to be moved,
but they always bugged me about not taking care of the front of
the store. My other duties were sweeping and cleaning, as well as
cashier assistance. By the middle of my junior year in High
School management at Friends Drugs had lined me up with programs
where I could go to Syracuse University, work at Friends while
getting fiscal assistance and make a co-commitment of employment
with Friends.
As I entered that summer before my senior year it was a slam dunk
that my next 8 years of school would be around a career at
Friends working to be a pharmacist. That time of my life was when
my sexual being woke up and I had my "Summer of '42". The 2nd
assistant manager was a woman named Evelyn who we all called Evvy
off the floor but Miss Tucker otherwise. Evvy was 10 years older
than me, married once and divorced. She didn't have kids and said
she caught her husband cheating early in her marriage. She didn't
elaborate except to say that she got right into the management
program at Friends and dumped him within the first year. She had
apparently proved the infidelity, because she lived in a house
way beyond her means as an assistant manager.
Evvy always got a little personal with everyone and became a big
sister type to a few of us at the store. We would talk about
girlfriends, school, my upcoming college life and lots of things
that I wondered about. She was not this way with just me, but
most everyone who worked her shifts, usually closing and
weekends. Evvy was pretty for sure, but you rarely got to see the
rest of her as she was always in a work smock or jacket, either
of which always had her "Evelyn Tucker, manager on duty" Friends
nameplate on it. She began to ask one of us to park beside her
car when she closed so she could walk out with someone and feel
safer. I was never elected for a long while until a summer
Saturday night when some of the others were on vacation. I
waiting in the front of the store for her while she finished
closing the back of the store and she said she had to change for
a movie date with her sister and girlfriends. She came out of the
back room in a tank top and tight jean shorts with her hair down
and I near tripped over my tongue. She smiled at my obvious
elevator eyes and went to the front of the store to put the
deposit bag in the safe before leaving. (An armed bank service
came in and opened the safe each morning for a safe deposit of
funds) When she bent over to open the safe she had trouble with
the combination at first, probably because she was checking me
out, checking her out. I had a little sexual experience, but an
ass like hers was only in magazines and getting a knowing smile
back from her got me stiff instantly.
That particular night I remember now having a date with my girl
and whom I thought for sure I could score soon. While I felt her
tits in front of her house I only thought of Evvy as I slid my
hand down around her ass and squeezed. My mouth locked to hers,
one hand on her boob and another on her ass, I wasted time
fondling instead of moving forward. Her outside light flashed and
we knew we were busted.
"Maybe next time we'll find a better place to park." She said,
disgusted at her Dad, but she later told me I wasted too much
time, that she was ready. What she didn't know was that I
couldn't wait to get home and think about Evvy and wishing it
were HER ass I was fondling. As I jerked off that night my first
squirt of cum shot 3 feet into the air and landed beside my head
on my pillow; I knew Evvy was the incentive.
The following nights and weeks I looked at Evvy a different way
and she caught me staring at her many times. Finally another
night came where she needed an escort to the parking lot.
"I'll need one of you two to wait and leave with me tonight." She
shouted to me and the pharmacy assistant.
Lori the assistant looked at me hopefully. "Please can you stay?
I've got a date with a guy I've been dying to go out with and if
we miss the movie, he'll never ask me out again."
I smiled and waved her off; glad to escort Evvy out, hoping she
would change into something provocative again.
When Evvy came out if the backroom she was still in the skirt and
blouse she wore in, but without the coat or smock. The clothes
accented her figure nicely as I looked her up and down as she
came up the dimly lit aisle to the front safe.
"Good Lord, Dean! Why don't you take a picture? You've been
staring at me for weeks and to tell you the truth you're
beginning to creep me out."
I was shocked at first, not realizing I was that obvious.
"I'm . . . uh,  . . . sorry Evvy. You are very pretty." I
stammered out.
"Pretty is one thing, but you're looking at me like I have to
worry about you raping me!"
Evvy said boldly.
I must have turned white and then red as I almost burst into
tears.
"Oh no, Evvy! I'm not like that, it's just, just . " I stammered
as I searched for a word to say.
"It's just you can't find a girl your age who excites you like
me? I have men stare at me all the time, but not usually younger
guys like you. Aren't you spending enough time in the back seat
with your girlfriend? You can do better than me with a girl your
own age." She blurted out surprising me even more.
Without thinking I looked her in the eyes. "No girls my age look
like you Evvy, they're girls, you're a woman and you're
beautiful. I can't see how your husband cheated on you."
"My husband was a scum and I was too stupid to know it before I
got married." She said as she turned sad and near tears. "He
ruined my life and I have to start over."
She was upset and I didn't know what to do, knowing I caused it.
"I'm really sorry Evvy, I didn't . . "
"Oh forget it, I guess I'm a little frustrated by life and I'm
taking it out on you, but you do stare at me a lot, and I catch
you a lot, especially staring at my ass. Do you HAVE a
girlfriend?" Evelyn asked.
"Yes, I do, but she's away with her parents on vacation right
now, that's why I could stay tonight." I answered a little
defensively.
"Since you've gotten pretty personal with me, mapping out my
body, let me get personal with you. Are you two doing it?" She
boldly asked.
"No, not yet, but soon. We just need the place. She's willing;
she says she wouldn't be scared with me." I said proudly.
"Now, DO NOT LIE to me, have you ever had sex with a girl
before?"
"Yes," I said embarrassed that I admitted it and a little ashamed
I let it happen when I did.
"Are you sure? You're 17; it wouldn't be uncommon if you didn't."
"No, when I was 15 I thought I was in love and we wanted to do
the grown-up thing. We both lied about sleeping over with friends
and took a tent in the woods. It was OK for me, but a disaster
for her. She thought she was pregnant and told her Mom right
away. Her Mom was cool in that she never told my parents, but we
broke up right after that." I told her.
"So she wasn't pregnant?"
"No, just late. She was scared. Hell, I was scared."
"Listen Dean, why don't we continue talking at my place, and
maybe we can find a movie to go to, or one on TV. I don't want
you to be afraid of me, but I don't want you staring at me
anymore. The company would do me good, unless you have plans. I
know you're a good worker and our DM says you're the prodigy of
his district. You apparently get good marks in school and line up
for our scholarships." Evvy said try to ease my mind and calm my
nervousness.
"Follow me in your car, I'm only a few minutes from here, and
remember, NO ONE FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS! I can make your career
here very short, or long and miserable. I don't want to do that."
Evvy said sternly.
"I don't want my girlfriend to find out either, so don't worry."
I assured her.
I followed Evelyn to her house not even 10 minutes away. It was a
nice split level ranch in a very nice neighborhood. I knew she
couldn't afford that on an assistant manager's salary, so I
figured she got it in a settlement with her husband. She opened
the double garage and after I pulled in the drive she motioned me
to pull in beside her car in the garage. As I got out of my old
Ford the garage door rolled down.
I tried not to look at her ass as I followed her into the house,
but it was a hard task. When she set her keys on the kitchen
counter she turned and looked at me, maybe to see if I was
ogling.
"What's your girlfriends name Dean?"
"Kayla, but I usually call her Kay."
"Do you stare at HER ass too?"
"You're picking on me now Evvy. If I walk behind you I HAVE to
look at your ass sometime, and yes I tell Kay she has a nice
butt, but it's not as perfect as yours. I told you, you have a
woman's body and I like that. I know someday Kay will too." I
said getting a little pissed at her accusations.
"How serious ARE you guys?"
"Well, we both want to go to school around here so we can be
together. But if she went away I don't want to be a monk." I
admitted.
"So unless you're really hit with the love bug with her, you two
might not last if she goes away." She surmised correctly.
"I hate to admit that, but yes."
"So you know that you two shouldn't really have sex unless you
have a commitment."
"Well, we both know that, but think of it as part of the
excitement. We really like and trust each other." I explained.
"As long as you both understand that." Evvy reiterated.
Then she hit me with the bombshell.
"If I took you in my bed tonight Kay will never know it, but she
will owe me for the rest of her life, but I have to hear some
thing from you. Is it me, or is it my body? I don't need someone
moon-eyed after me."
At first I didn't understand what she meant, but then I came
around.
"No, God, you're just a fantasy." I said to convince her.
Evvy stood and twirled in front of me and stopped, facing me. She
began to unbutton her blouse as my mouth went agape. She finished
unbuttoning and reached between her breasts and undid her bra,
letting it fall apart. Her breasts were gorgeous.
"Come with me Dean, and stare at my ass all you like. We're going
to the guest room shower stall." She said as she took my hand and
I got up.
She pulled me up the stairs to a bedroom and turned on the light
to reveal a double bed and bathroom with shower. She stopped
short of the bath door and turned.
"Start getting undressed and we'll shower together. We can watch
each other wash and maybe I can stare at you for a few minutes."
Evvy said as she finished pulling off her blouse and shook off
her bra.
She reached behind herself and unzipped the skirt and pushed it
over her hips to reveal a mini-slip which she quickly shucked,
and very small panties. She turned and bent a bit to push them
over her hips and took a step toward the shower.
"You better hurry Dean or you're going to miss the show." She
cooed with a grin.
I kicked off my shoes and finished unbuttoning my shirt. Once my
belt was unbuckled my pants were off in a flash, but I was
embarrassed about my erection. I hoped I was big enough for her
(an adolescent worry caused by too many porn movie shots. Now I
know I'm a little above average, about 8 inches hard and thick,
I'm told).
I was like a kid with 15 free minutes in Disneyland, not knowing
what to do first with a big scared grin on my face. She was
adjusting the water as I came up behind her.
"Let me set the rules. We'll tease and play, but we'll wash our
own selves; that's a little personal. Not that sex isn't, but I
have my rules." She said as she looked at me up and down for the
first time.
She looked me in the eyes and smiled. "Does Kay know what you're
packing? She's going to be a very happy girl."
"She knows, she's uhh, . . jerked me off before, well once"
"What did she do when you came?"
"She panicked and had me finish in a Kleenex."
"Ohh Dean, I feel like I'm corrupting a virgin here. I may have
to take care of that problem in the shower so we can have some
fun before you go out of your mind." She said looking up at me
before leading me into the stall.
The door clicked shut and she asked me to stand in the corner of
the 4 by 4 stall as she took the soap.
She started to wash herself erotically and asked me if I wanted
to touch myself.
I said no, but she saw the exasperation in my words. She stopped
her washing and turned her back to keep the spray from me. She
reached out with her soapy hands and took my cock in them. She
ran her hands up and down a few times before looking me in the
eye and smiling.
"Why don't you jerk off while I wash, then by the time we have
some real fun you'll be able to last." She said with a knowing
eye to mine, adding "I know what I'm doing here, trust me. If
you're a real good boy, I'll even suck it for you. Have you ever
had a blowjob?"
After her last word she got back to washing herself and I was
about ready to shoot right there. I took my cock in my hand and
stroked about 10 times up and down and shot off a big load while
she stopped and watched.
"Oooooo, you ARE a young one, look at that shot." She said
dodging what she could.
She finished washing by turning her ass to me as she washed her
round bottom and then ran her hands up and down her crack and
washed her butt hole. Then she turned back and washed her vee
shape patch over her smooth pussy and then her whole crotch.
She handed me the soap and said "your turn" nonchalantly.
Have you ever tried to wash yourself in front of someone trying
to act as if you've done it a hundred times before? As I washed
she diddled her pussy a little while she sucked the tip of her
other thumb.
"You never answered my question before, have you ever had a
blowjob?"
"N - n - n - No" I said.
"Jeez, it's not a crime Dean. There's a first time for
everything. I'd love to be your first and to tell you the truth,
you should be flattered. I usually wait until I get to know a man
a LOT better than this before I want to do that to him. But, you
have a fine specimen there and if I show you how nice it can be,
you'll try all the harder to get Kay to do it. Once she does,
she'll love it too. I've never talked to a woman who didn't.
That's why I'll show you how to eat my pussy tonight. One good
thing deserves another." She said calmly as I got to my own
crotch and washed my cock and balls before reaching back to wash
my asshole.
Once I was finished she took the soap from me and I thought we
were through but she lathered up her hands once again and I
thought for sure she would work me over again but she went
straight for her boobs. Once they were soapy she took my hand and
pulled and manipulated me awkwardly because I had no idea what
she wanted. Finally while the spray ran down my back and some
what between us she was leaning into my chest, my hard-on pressed
to her back while I was running my hands, at her direction, over
and over her soapy slippery boobs. It was then and even now as I
think of it, one of the most exciting, erotic moments of my life.
After a few minutes she backed me up so the spray rinsed her off
and she moved from me to turn off the water. She stepped from the
stall and handed me a towel while she dried herself.
"Dean, I don't want you to get the impression I am some whore who
does this every weekend; I've only slept with a few men and had
sex with but 5. I have no crush on you that I'm acting out
tonight. You are simply in the right place at the right time. I
feel like I'm doing something to fulfill your fantasy, and
something to fill an urge I've had for a long time, to teach a
young man how to make love to a woman. You may think that sounds
strange, but just imagine the nights you laid in bed jerking off
thinking about me, or your girlfriend, or even a girl in a movie
or on TV. What do you think I do in this lonely house every night
knowing all I have to look forward to tomorrow is going to that
damn store and being there for 8 hours. This is my rat race
escape, so do me a favor. Quit acting like a scared puppy and
show me some affection. I've made some promises to you because I
like the equipment you have and I know you're a nice kid, but act
like you want me. Show me the lust I saw in your eyes for the
last couple weeks.
I finished drying and felt like I was being hollered at for
something I was supposed to do for school. As soon as she said
for me to show the lust I felt for her, along with keeping in
mind the words from earlier at the store where she wondered if I
might rape her, I decided to act out my fantasies.
Her dark hair was just combed out from the shower and pushed
behind her ears, its curl down the shower stall drain. Her
breasts sat up like puppies anxious to be petted and the flare of
her hips and flat belly were like a South Pacific vacation ad. I
dropped my towel and strode to her in one move planting my mouth
on hers, holding her head to mine. My other hand went down to
squeeze the ass I coveted so dearly. She stepped into me and put
her arms around me and kissed me back like a long lost lover.
After intertwining tongues for a few minutes I moved a bit to
pick her little body up in my arms and take her from the
bathroom. I moved to place her on the guest bed and she whispered
"my room" in my ear and I took her there. It was a king size bed
and I placed her on it and cover her body with mine. I decided to
be the animal I dreamt of being with her when I fantasized about
her body.
My knees straddled her hips as I kissed and licked at her mouth
with my tongue. My hands pawed her tits as her hips ground up to
me. She held my head with both of her hands as we necked and
tasted each other. Then she pulled me back a bit so she could
speak.
"Kiss my titties, lick my nipples." She said, her words seeming
to burn my ears as she pushed my head down.
I already knew what I wanted to do to those beautiful breasts as
I moved my head to take her nipples each in my mouth while I
squeezed the other. She made the sexiest noises I ever heard a
woman make while I played hard with her boobs. She groaned and
squealed as I bit and squeezed those nipples and titties, all the
while bouncing on the bed under me. Finally she could take no
more and put her hands on my shoulders and pushed down
whispering, "Close your eyes and find my belly button with your
tongue and suck it like a nipple."
I did as I was told and closed my eyes as I ran my tongue down
her belly. Just as I got to where I thought her navel might me,
she moved and teased me, but I quickly found her little outtie
and with eyes closed, I did suck it like a nipple while she
giggled at the tickle sensation I gave her.
Shortly she pushed at my head saying "You're going for the
jackpot now, don't be bold, just do what I tell you. If you're a
good student, Kay will erect a statue to you."
I kissed down her flat belly over her crew cut vee patch to her
pussy. I never "really" smelled one before and Evvy's was clean
and fresh from the shower.
She gave her first order.
"Kiss the tip-top, that ragged hood is where my clit is."
I followed her order.
"Oooo, that's it. Open the top with your tongue."
I licked and felt the little bundle of skin part. I licked
through it again and felt her hardness.
"Ooo, you got it! That's MY hard-on. Lick it."
I passed my tongue over it a few times as she hummed loudly
.
"You're getting me crazy, now lick lower, open my lips with your
tongue."
I licked as requested and tasted her as she was getting wet.
"Use your fingers to open me all the way. Ahh like that, now lick
inside me. Lick where your cock is going to go."
I was eating pussy and loving it because I saw how I was in
control
.
"Now lick up to my clit and tickle it with your tongue, then go
to the bottom, then inside and to my clit again. Awwwww, yessss."
I began to press my whole mouth to her opening and began to see
how I could excite her clit and drive her crazy.
"Get my clit, get my clit Make me cum!"
I pressed my mouth to her clit and licked and massaged it like
crazy as it seemed to get harder and she moved her hips with my
motions.
"Get me close and make me wait, tease me"
I concentrated hard on her clit and felt her begin to puff hard
through her mouth. When I thought she was close I stopped and
licked inside her again. She drew her legs back and locked her
arms through the knees as I went for her clit. I licked and
massaged her there until I felt she was close and went back to
inside her again. I felt her hand on top of my head.
"Lick my asshole, get it sloppy wet."
She went out of my realm at this point, I never heard of licking
where you shit, but she hadn't led me astray yet. She jumped
wildly as I swathed my tongue, ever so tentatively over what was
a surprisingly cute little orifice tilted up at me. As she
hummed, giggled, and squealed while I tasted her, she pushed
herself more towards me and soon I felt her little hole opening
up to me. The taste didn't change, but the grip on the back of my
head did and her giggles turned to screams.
"Now my clit, my clit!!"
I moved up quickly to her hard clit and licked like a madman as
she ground my face into her. She started to hump at me and then
stiffen, then fall limp, over and over. Then she got stiff and
she began to squeal real loud before almost seeming to swallow
her squeal before she grunted a long noise I cannot describe as
her legs shook in the air. Quickly she pushed my face away but
kept her hand at the back of my head and then quickly pulled me
close again. I licked and she repeated the same scenario adding
one more request.
"Stick your finger up my asshole, jam it in!"
I was out of my realm of fantasy, but again, I hadn't been led up
a wrong path again. I took my middle finger and pressed it to her
spit wet asshole and did as I was asked, I jammed it in as I
sucked at her clit again.
She screamed loudly and bounced on the bed, almost half sitting
up as I instinctively sawed my middle finger in and out of her
back hole. She came hard again and then again, this time staying
stiff as a board raising her legs right up from the hook of her
arms and gently settling them down on either side of me as she
shivered and little squeaks and squeals came from her throat. My
finger up her ass was totally under her now and catching the flow
of her juices and my drool. Suddenly she moved up and out of my
mouth or my hands reach in one motion.
"NO MORE, NO, NO, NO MORE." She yelled as both of her hands went
to her pussy and held it tightly as she rolled onto her stomach
on the bed and then back, repeating this over a few times.
Finally she came back to earth and she opened her eyes and looked
at me and began to giggle loudly. "Not only will Kay erect a
statue to you, I may do the same. I haven't came that hard in
years. I will take good care of you." She said as she began to
roll up to a sitting position on the bed.
She asked me to lay down on my back as she sprang to the floor
and climbed back onto the bed and crawled between my legs. She
bent low and kissed the insides on my thighs until she reached my
crotch. She took my cock in her hand and held it back to my belly
and kissed my balls.
"Only one man has got this from me, and you're the first to
actually deserve it." She said as she felt with her lips and took
one of my balls in her mouth. She ran her tongue over it and let
it slip out. She sought the other one and repeated the tactic.
Over and over she bathed my balls in her mouth and then she
pushed at my legs to lift them up, and I folded them back as she
did. She licked down my balls and licked at my asshole. I wasn't
as prone as she had been but I certainly got the sensational
feeling of a tongue dancing on your asshole. I know why she
wanted it for herself. She spent but a few moments doing that
before she went back to my balls again and then licked up my
shaft.
"You have quite a load in those balls and I want it inside my
pussy, and I want it soon. I think you're a virile enough man to
handle my mouth afterwards. I could never swallow what you have
stored up now." She said with a grin as she held my cock beside
her mouth.
I was outside all of my fantasies again never dreaming of a
blowjob, or even her finishing me in her mouth. She crawled up to
my mouth and kissed me hard, tonguing my tongue before
whispering. "Fuck me with that big fat cock."
She rolled off me and pulled me onto her while she hunched up her
knees and spread her legs. She was going to reach down and place
me at her entrance but, I was there waiting to press in. She
lifted her hips and drew in a deep breath as I pushed in as well.
"You are so FUCKING BIG in my tiny pussy!" She yelped as I let
myself go wild.
I hadn't been inside a woman in a long time and I forgot how
really great it felt to have that warmth all around you. Plus,
Evvy was tight as hell. Those factors plus my lust for the moment
drove me to begin to pile drive my cock up into her as she yelled
and screamed for more. I saw her cum at least once before she
reached to grab her nipples and then she came again and I felt
myself seem to glide in and out of her like she released some
slick cream onto me. I thought she was wet before from her own
juices and my spittle, but I was stroking like an Indy 500 engine
in and out of her pussy as he yelled, squealed and screamed all
the while squeezing her tits, hold my arms from time to time with
a death grip and rolling her eyes into the back of her head. I
could hold off no longer. I would have cum on my third stroke if
not for being mesmerized by what I was seeing her body do in
reaction.
She felt me hunch up to cum and her arms went around me as our
middles slapped like a loose belt on a generator. I half sat up
trying to get more friction and dropped my hands to the sweet
balls of the ass I had been admiring for the last month,
literally holding her as I felt my first shot leave my cock up
into her womb.
I wailed loudly as I came in four hard shots inside her, she
seemed to suck it from me. I must have oozed for another good 45
seconds to a minute as I pummeled her, finally slowing and
letting go of her as I fell forward on her.
We lay exhausted like that for a good 15 minutes before she tried
to move from under me.
"I have to pee plus there isn't enough room for your cock and all
that cum in me." She said as I backed out of her and fell to her
side. She swung to her knees and knelt on the bed saying "Look!".
I watched and cum ran from her pussy like she was peeing. The
running mess that came from my balls ran to make a puddle in the
sheets.
"I'll get a towel from our showers and get that." She said as she
put a hand over herself and ran to the bathroom. I heard her pee
and wash her hands and then I heard her feet pad from the room
and go up the hall to the other shower, fetching the towels. She
wiped the cum puddle up and then took the corner of the towel to
dab at her pussy, getting the last drops she could from that.
Then she lay back beside me.
'There, now do you see HOW to make a woman happy and please her
beyond her wildest dreams? You ate me and made me cum like I
haven't in years. With a little coaxing, you're a natural. I wish
I could keep you forever, but I know you're someone else's, and
you're only 17. But, don't let anyone think you're not a man,
because you are. I'll never forget this night, but we can never
speak of it again, alright?" She asked
I agreed and understood all the reasons why it could never happen
again, but I also knew I would never forget it.
"Before you leave I have one more matter I want to take care of."
She said as she swiveled her ass over a bit and laid her head on
my belly, looking back up at me.
"All men like to get their cock sucked, and any woman with a clit
worth licking likes to do it. It's a feeling of animal sex, a
feeling of control. It's also a feeling of knowing you are
pleasing someone who pleased you. I love the taste of a man, and
right now you'll taste like cum and my pussy, two tastes I love.
You just relax while I excite you with my mouth and make you cum
with my mouth. I want to taste every drop you can give me."
She turned her face toward my cock and kissed the tip as it lay
on my belly. As soon as it was stiff enough to rise again she fit
the head into her mouth. It was the most wonderful feeling I ever
felt as her tongue washed and waved over me, tasting the remnants
of our love juices. When I thought of her sitting behind her desk
at work looking up a price and now sucking on my cock like a
hungry animal I filled with blood and got as hard as I had been a
half hour ago. She had to move to her knees to get her mouth over
it as she bobbed her head over me, slobbering and sucking.
Being 17 at the time I had no worries about performance, I had
jerked off 4 and 5 times in a day and the third time in 90 or so
minutes was going to happen easily.
When she said she loved to do this, she made an understatement.
She acted like a villager in a backwards country seeing their
stone idols come to life. She would slide her mouth up and down
over it with both hands throttling it in opposite directions for
a few moments and then stop to back off and look at it like
secrets of life were going to spew from its tip. I was so taken
by her worship of it I lost my concentration of what I wanted to
do. Her eye caught mine staring at her devotions and she stopped
for a moment.
"If I was 10 years younger I'd lock you in my closet and keep
you!" She said before putting her tongue on the underside of my
dick and then swallowing me.
"If you were 10 years younger, I'd let you." I sighed as her
ministrations were about to bear fruit.
She sensed I was getting close and slid one hand down to cradle
my balls while the other hand began longer strokes and her mouth
just held the head as she sucked and used her tongue.
The groan from deep in my throat told her I was going to burst
and she opened her mouth and laid her tongue under the head ready
to catch my cum. I looked at her hungry face and mouth as my
first shot hit her tongue and the rest weakly dribbled into her
mouth as she stroked. She closed her mouth over me and swallowed
while going down on me again. I was in such ecstasy and sexual
pain that I could barely control my hips as I tried to pump at
her mouth and pull away simultaneously. It was my third shot of
the night and I was sure she could have coaxed a fourth. When she
finally gave up my cock she kissed my balls then my belly and
moved up to kiss my mouth. I turned my head so as not to kiss her
lips and grabbed my ear, almost violently.
"If a woman can taste her pussy and a mans cum without a thought,
YOU can taste a little of what's left on my lips or tongue. How
many more times do you think she'll suck your cock if you won't
even kiss her afterwards? You ate your boogers when you were a
kid, you bite your fingernails after they've been God knows
where. Grow up, be a man and kiss me." She told me emphatically.
I kissed her and she stuck her tongue in my mouth and I did taste
a bit of what I deposited there. Guess what, I didn't die or turn
into a homosexual. Evvy curled up beside me for a while and then
got up and went off to the other room where the shower was and
came back with my clothes. She took my underwear and slipped them
over my feet and helped pull them up over me saying, "If I look
at that cock much longer it will end up in my mouth and pussy
again, and I have to get up for work tomorrow, just like you."
I leaned up and looked at the clock; it was just past 1:30.
"I should go. If I called home first they wouldn't worry, but 2
o'clock is my agreement."
Evelyn laughed and mumbled something about having been with a man
who had a curfew and I reminded her that I was just 17. She
helped me get dressed and told me that if I used what I learned
tonight I would make women very happy for a long time. I told her
that Kayla was all I was interested in at the moment and she
chuckled.
"You say that but if I got on my knees and took that handsome
delicious penis from your pants and put it in my mouth and begged
for it in my pussy, I would have your screaming MY name in 10
minutes."
I knew she was right and after she buttoned the last button on my
shirt she hugged me and looked up at me with her cute face, while
she grabbed my cock through my pants.
"Remember, as of tomorrow, tonight never happened. I'm Evvy in
the back, and Miss Tucker on the floor. No more staring at my
ass. You've licked my asshole and fucked it with your finger, it
holds no more mysteries. You have the nicest penis that's ever
been in me. Be sure to treat all your conquests as nicely as you
did me. Remember sex is a two-way street and if you want to
experience everything, make every stop along the way. Now get
home before they call the police looking for you." Evvy said as
she opened the door to the garage and clicked the door up.
I rode home with a hard on that I had to take care of as soon as
I got in the house. I remember the night as if it was yesterday.

Chapter Two
I wasn't sure how to walk into Friends Pharmacy and Convenience
on Sunday morning. Sunday we were just open 9 till 6 then and
Evelyn Tucker was the manager on duty for the day. When I got
there I was the fourth in the store. There was Evvy, a cashier
Janice, and John Duponti the pharmacist. When I swung the
backroom doors open to punch in I was aware of Evvy holding a
packing list and looking over a shipment of fall bulbs and the
like.
"Good morning Dean. Once you sweep up outside the storefront I'll
need you to put together this riser for the end cap near the
pharmacy. Pull the last of the seeds and citronella off and get
me a count by price. Mark them down fifty percent and put them on
a speed table up front. If John gets backed up with scrip's he'll
page you. Remember to wash your hands and put on a smock if you
pick and deliver for him." Evvy said as she walked by me.
She went to the office safe and got a register tray for Janice
and handed it to her and then ran upstairs to her office to get
the phone.
Janice looked at me and my guilt told me she was going to say
"You fucked her last night didn't you?" Instead she took her
register set-up and walked away saying "I don't know where she
gets the energy on Sunday's."
The day truly went by as if nothing happened and that continued
as Evvy stayed there during the first 4 years of my college and
pharmacy apprenticeship at Friends. Then she got her own store
back towards the middle part of the state. I answered the phone
when she called from time to time to speak to our manager and was
always friendly, but never alluded to the night that made me a
man.
Upon completing my New York State licensing tests after my
graduation from SU's pharmaceutical college I was assigned my own
store as head pharmacist in training in Fayetteville, outside
Syracuse. That pharmacist was retiring and I was going to take
the store. I had been at Friends for 10 years altogether and it
had been almost 8 years since my night with Evvy. When the
deliverymen would come through they still always talked about
Evelyn Tucker, her tight little body and how great she looked for
a woman almost 40. I would just smile and nod.
Over the next few years I became a real Friends Pharmacy company
man, getting involved with pharmacy employee policy and how
pharmacist assistants and apprentices were chosen. The
corporation had been very good to me and I was dedicated to them.
I was turning 30 and was still single. My relationship with Kayla
lasted until my middle years of college when she graduated with a
degree good enough to get her a PA job with a managed health plan
out west. Her plans to become a doctor were scuttled at the time.
We secretly, more or less, lived together for a couple years in
an off campus apartment close to her dorm. Our sex life was wide
and varied and she would have sent Evvy a thank you note had she
known where I developed my sexual forwardness and skills.
Since that time I had a series of girlfriends and had gained the
reputation as a heartbreaker. Actually I wasn't, it was just if I
didn't think the woman met up to my future expectations, I moved
on. My longest relationships were with woman a few years older
than me. I guess I liked the "experienced" type who either knew
what they liked or weren't shocked when I wanted oral or anal
sex. Older, experienced woman didn't pretend to be virgins of any
kind. I liked to have fun, have a few drinks, hear some live
music, eat in nice restaurants and travel to exotic places.
I was coming off a year long relationship with a 33 year old
beauty whom I just became bored with. She wanted to slow down and
settle and the mere fact that I didn't told me she wasn't the
one. I had picked up with a few old girlfriends and was seeing a
new beauty semi-regularly. At the time Friends Pharmacy was
expanding into Ohio and I was chosen to be on the team to
interview and hire prospective pharmacy people.  I would be
teamed with another store manager to sift through applications
and arrange interviews. I was shocked but happy when I saw on my
assignment sheet that my partner was going to be Evelyn Tucker.
Being away from my answering machine and any implied commitments
to be a week with Evvy sounded great to me.
I arrived in Richmond Heights, Ohio and checked into the Holiday
Inn Express there and made my way to the new store site. A
courier from the Plain-Dealer newspaper had dropped off a pile of
applications they collected for us and I was beginning to sift
through them when a knock came at the front of the empty store
shell and I waved to Evvy. Knowing I was there she used her key
and let herself in. We set up a makeshift "office" with a phone
and table provided by the local site manager.
"Hi Evelyn, it is so great to see you. What's it been, 8 or 10
years?" I asked as I went to hug her.
She put out her hand to shake hands shunning my hug.
"It's good to see you as well Dean. Let's try to keep this as
professional as possible." She said sternly.
"Evvy, let's cut the crap here. I can see how you could act like
this around others, but just me and you, come on. We have a
special history here and I never did anything to hurt you and
never told one soul about that night." I said, a little pissed
off.
"Dean so many times I think about that night and I'm so ashamed I
can barely look at myself in the mirror. Why bring it up again?"
"Because you enjoyed it as much as I did and orchestrated the
whole night. You told me that night you were fulfilling a fantasy
of yours and needed the release. Why can't we be civil? In some
weird way I love you and always will. I can close my eyes and see
and re-enact in my mind every word, every second, and every
pleasure from that night." I said as she blushed deeply.
"BUT THAT WASN'T ME, I'M NOT LIKE THAT!"
"But you freely chose to be that on that night and you were the
most beautiful, patient lover a boy turning into a man could ever
have. You enjoyed it as much as I and you have no reason to
regret it."
"Dean, shortly after that I met the man I live with now. He is so
wonderful to me and treats me like a queen, and I cannot tell him
that I was your whore."
"Why would you have to? What happened before him is none of his
business." I said confused by her convoluted logic.
"Why, because every time we make love I think of that night
afterwards." She said as she began to cry.
I took Evvy into my arms and she held on to me tightly. She still
felt warm and supple the way she did all those years ago, her
breasts firm against my chest.
"I told you that we would never be together again, but maybe
that's what would close my book, end my guilt, and make you human
instead of a dream." She cried to me hopefully.
"Evelyn, I would love to hold you that way, but if you have a
relationship that long I couldn't be with you. That would be
cheating, and that would make you what you think you were that
night. You're 40 years old and still a very beautiful woman. I
assume you're with a man who loves you if he has been with you
for over 10 years. If I were to be with you it would betray him
and me to you. Please don't tempt me because I've thought about
being with you again a lot myself. Let's be pals and understand
each other, not do something that will make us grow further
apart. We had a beautiful experience and we should be able to
look at each other with fond special memories." I told her.
"You're such a smart fair man. Whatever made me think that you
wouldn't understand how I feel? I really thought if I told you
that you would take me behind some boxes here and have your way
with me. Believe it or not, you've lifted a weight from me that
I've carried for way too long.
Evvy had carried the thought that she should somehow tell her
lover about us and what happened that night, like she had cheated
on him. She illogically thought that if she DID cheat on him she
could easier close the door and easily live with that new guilt.
I didn't take a lot of psyche courses in my studies, but she was
suffering from a classic case of low self-esteem brought on by
her first failed marriage. She was probably always the best
looking girl in her crowd and when she finally gave herself to a
lifelong commitment he turned out to be a philanderer making her
think she wasn't good enough. Before we did one interview we
talked about her problems, and her situation. By the end of the
few days we spent there we had became, once again, fast friends.
The only problem now was that I wanted her more than ever. The
prospect of having affairs with older women always excited me,
but now I knew I would pursue it more and more.
Getting laid had never been a problem for me. I'm a fairly good
looking guy with athletic features and trim body. I spend a lot
of money on good clothes and keep myself up pretty well. While I
may look for older women, younger women approach me a lot. I have
a hard time turning down a firm ass and tight pussy, but I might
make an exception for a more experienced ass and pussy, not to
mention mouth. Even while Evvy and I were there working I managed
to score a waitress from the Bennigan's we ate at twice.
"Carol" had waited on us the first night we were there and when
we returned on Wednesday another girl greeted us as our server.
When our drinks came out it was Carol again. She was very
friendly and asked questions about where we were from and such
easily determining that Evvy and I were not a couple. When she
brought the bill she handed the folder right to me. I opened it
to see the check on one side, and in the slot where I might place
a credit card was a small note,
"Carol
off at 11
555-1234."
I folded it in with the receipt and smiled at her more than once
before we finally left. Evvy and I talked for a bit in the lobby
of the Holi-Express and then retired to our rooms. I showered and
changed my clothes, sorry I hadn't brought something to lounge
in. At 11 o'clock I called the number she gave to me and it
turned out to be her cell phone. She wanted to go out and party
but I offered her one option,
"Do you want to come to my room?"
I didn't want to play games and I wanted her to know exactly what
my intentions were. She had no problem with that as long as she
could bring some beer or wine.
"Are you of legal drinking age?" I asked with a bit of suspect.
"I was 21 yesterday and I can prove it. I don't do this as a
habit. My boyfriend dumped me a week ago and I wanted to have a
wild, wild birthday and I ended up at a birthday party thrown by
my sister at a club with my parents were there. Back on Monday
night I wanted to talk to you then and was disappointed that you
left with that other woman. I didn't get the feeling you were a
couple and I even looked up your name off your credit card. I
hope I'm not creeping you out, but I found the hotel you were
at." Carol told me confidently.
"Just let me ask you Carol, why me?" I wondered.
"You look like a cool guy, handsome and strong, a player though.
I wanted to get crazy with a player. Turning 21 and not having a
boyfriend or even a chance to get laid got me down. I'm not a
whore, and I'm not a slut, I'm not a pick up. I'm taking a chance
and doing something a little ballsy. So do you want to play?" She
asked like she was giving me an ultimatum.
I had a good feeling about her. She wanted to do something wild
for her 21st birthday and simply said, "Ummmm THAT one!"
I invited her over and she said she would be 45 minutes or so,
she had to shower at her girlfriends and change.
"You can shower and change here, can't you?" I asked
suggestively.
There was a long pause on the phone and I mentioned "You wanted
to do something a little ballsy, right?"
After another long pause she asked "You're not a freak are you?"
"No, I can assure you I'm not a freak. You know my name and can
track me down if you had to. You said you just wanted to get laid
and have a wild time for your birthday. I'm here if you want me."
I said as I hung up.
I thought the chance she would actually come over was 50-50. She
had second thoughts and I was convinced she didn't do this often
or ever at all before. I had been with a few cold-feeters before
and she seemed the type. After reading the papers about freaks
out there, I couldn't blame them.
About 25 after 11 I poured a Harvey's Bristol Cream into a hotel
glass to smooth out the wrinkles of the day. I had been a little
excited at bedding down this little hottie, Carol, but I have to
tell you that Evvy or some other older experienced woman would
have petrified my pipe nicely.
I pulled the love seat out to better see the TV and got ready to
watch Letterman. I sipped my sherry and began to unbutton my
shirt when there was a knock at the door. I got up and peeped in
the security eye and saw Carol waiting. I opened the door.
"Hi Dean. Umm, my girlfriend has your name and she knows where I
am." She said nervously.
"Nice to see you too, Carol. If you can relax, come in. I was
just getting ready to watch Dave." I said calmly to try and
change her mood.
She carried a small ditty bag and a store bag with change of
clothes in it. She apparently planned to go out after work in any
event.
She pulled a bottle of Sutter Home from the bag and looked
forlornly at the cork, and then to me.
I took the bottle and asked her to sit on the love seat while I
took care of it. I pulled the cork and poured her a glass and
came over and sat down beside her.
"To the end of a long day." I said as I picked up my glass and
offered to clink with her.
She paused and then got my intention and clinked and then downed
half the glass.
"Nervous? Please relax. Nothing happens you don't want to." I
said.
"I dared myself to do this and now I do have second thoughts. I
smell like the restaurant, I feel greasy and dirty, but I'm also
excited as well." She said.
Letterman just began his monolog and I turned my attention to
that and listened and began to chuckle as she joined in, sipping
her wine. They went right into "stupid human tricks" and she
began to loosen up and laugh. I began to throw in comments and
soon she was adding some as she got up to pour another wine for
herself. When she sat back down she sat to one side pulling her
legs up on the love seat and leaning on me a bit.
When the commercial finally came on she put her head on my
shoulder and looked up at me.
"I'm relaxing. I'm OK" She assured me, looking for a kiss.
"Don't let the wine make decisions for you, OK?" I cautioned one
last time before she got herself in deeper than she might expect.
"This?" she said holding up her glass. "I'm Italian and we drank
wine at dinner every night at home. I can handle wine. Beer makes
me too full and liquor makes me blotto and then sick. I'm OK with
wine." She said quietly as she continued looking up at me.
I bent and placed my lips to hers and she answered my call with
fervor. Her mouth tasted sweet and then she looked for my tongue
and I gave it to her and turned a bit into her, taking her glass
and setting on the desk beside me. We kissed long and deep,
swapping spit and playing with each others tongues. I pulled away
to smile at her and be sure she was OK. She smiled back and
hugged her head to my chest where I had begun unbuttoning my
shirt.
"You smell so good, so clean. My hair must smell like the
restaurant. Mind if I take that shower. I think I'm going to stay
if you want me to." She whispered softly.
"I'd like that," was all I said.
She got up and went to her store bag and retrieved just underwear
and she looked back at me with a grin. She took her ditty bag,
which I suppose had shampoo and other essentials and went into
the bathroom.
As I watched Letterman I heard the shower run and after the water
went off I heard the hair dryer run for 5 or so minutes. I was
getting excited to see her and my cock was getting hard in my
pants anticipating her.
Carol was short, maybe just 5 foot. She had jet black hair and a
slim figure, but her legs and arms told me she worked out, was an
athlete or worked hard jobs on her feet. Her uniform dress hid
her bust line, but I could tell they were prominent by the
cleavage she showed when she undid a couple buttons after work. I
liked bigger women and the comfort of the middle age spread, I
guess, but Carol seemed fresh and anxious.
The bathroom door opened and she peeked out and smiled for me.
She had a large towel tucked around her like a sarong that just
covered the mounds of her breasts and came just below her
panties.
She came over and I thought she would sit down like that, but
before she sat she pulled the towel down to show me her dark
skinned body in a skimpy lycra bra that her nipples and boobs
filled and a matching thong panty. She was quite beautiful and
looked every bit the virgin bride.
"Is this what a prostitute does?" She asked innocently.
"A prostitute? Number one, I'm not paying you and number two, I
wouldn't know what a prostitute does. If you feel like a
prostitute, maybe you should leave. I thought we were two people
attracted to each other who want a no strings attached good
time." I answered indignantly.
"No, no, I didn't mean it like that, but you've just had more
experience with . . . . situations like this. I took you as a
player, and I don't think I'm off base there. But that isn't a
bad thing. I mean I've been picked up before, but never for sex
like this. I saw you and how you handled yourself and I wanted to
be in good hands. Please don't let my dumb mouth turn you off."
She said scrambling to make her words seem right.
"Just what do you mean by "player"?" I asked to be sure we were
both on the same page.
"I don't mean anything bad by it. You just look like you know how
to handle yourself and make yourself attractive by your confident
good looks. When you looked at me at work I felt like I was as
naked as I am now, and I liked it." Carol said with a sexy flair
to re-set the mood.
I straightened a bit on the love seat and motioned for her to
sit. She did and cuddled right into me. The smell of her freshly
washed and dried hair and the clean soap smell of her body flared
my nostrils. I felt my sex coming to attention as I draped my
arms around her and rested my hands on her bare belly.
"Why would your boyfriend break up with you so close to your
birthday? Making a beautiful girl like you happy on her special
day looks like it would be fun. You are a very beautiful and
attractive woman." I asked.
She lifted the back of her head off my shoulder and fell back and
rested her head in the crux of me arm to look me right in the
eyes.
"We had sex problems that he got obsessive about."
"Mind if I ask you?"
"I'm lying here almost naked with you and I barely know you, so I
guess I can talk a little. I guess I can't be embarrassed." She
said as she looked away from my eyes to say her next words.
"It was oral sex. He got mean during oral sex and he,  . . . he
wanted to shoot in my mouth and he always tried to force me." She
said getting visibly emotional over it.
"No one should ever be forced to do something they don't want to
do. If you didn't like going down . . . . . . " I started to say.
"I like oral sex just fine, I like it a lot. But with a hand on
the back of my head trying to push it down my throat it turns
into something un-sexy. Can we leave it there?" She said clearly
not wanting to talk about it now as she turned her eyes back to
mine.
I moved my mouth toward hers and she kissed me deeply twisting
her body from my arms to where she was kneeling on the love seat,
her mouth still attached to mine as I ran my hands down her back
and pulled her toward the back of the love seat while I began to
slide off it until she was lying on it and I was kneeling on the
floor at the middle of the furniture while I laid my upper body
over her and tasted her sweet mouth. Her hands that hugged me
close to her began clawing my shirt out of my pants until her
hands could touch the bare skin of my back. I ran my hand from
behind her shoulder down her side to the roundness of her ass.
She felt good and could kiss as good as any woman I had ever been
with. I traced my fingers along the long gusset of her thong,
through the split of her ass until I touched near her pussy. She
drew her knee through my arm to allow me to feel her pussy
through the cloth of her thong as she sighed heavily in my mouth.
My fingers traced the slit of her pussy, wiggling at her clit a
bit while she began to undulate on the cushion and cry out into
my mouth. I lifted my mouth from hers and she immediately un-did
the stay at the front of her bra to release her breasts. Their
weight pulled them slightly apart as I sought out her left nipple
with my mouth. It was hard and she responded to my sucking and
gnawing with groans as my hand squeezed the right one closest to
me. I fingered at that nipple until I held the areola between my
fingers and moved my lips from her left to the matching treasure
I held in my hand. She cried out as I nibbled her tits and
massaged her pussy.
I let her titties rest as I knelt back and took her left leg and
put it over my shoulder turning her torso toward me. I went to
her waist and found the sides of her thong and pulled it down
from her as she put her legs strait up over my head to get it
from her feet. Her legs came down on either side of my head. Her
pussy was pink and fresh with a straight line of dark, close
cropped, pubic hair that ran from just over her slit to her panty
line. She smelled sweet and dewy as her clit protruded from her
hood. I kissed her clit with my lips 3 times before my tongue
snaked out to lick its hardness. She tasted so fresh and quivered
under me, so I put my whole mouth over her box and sucked its
juices and ran my tongue through her crease as I used my fingers
to open her and lick her inner lips and gash. Her legs shot up
and out as if I shocked her with a prod as she exhaled deeply
with a whoop and puffed, LaMaze style. She groaned deeply and
slid her hands to the high insides of her thighs proclaiming, "No
one ever licked me, ate me like that!"
As I diddled my tongue over and over her clit she came very hard
and vocally where I had to put my hand to her mouth to signal her
to quiet. She quickly sucked at my fingers as she came again
screaming around my muffling fingers. She tasted so sexy I could
not get enough of her pussy as her ass bounced on the edge of the
sofa. She stiffened hard and nearly bit my fingers to where she
hurt me and flipped like a fish out of water under me to get away
from my mouth. She turned to her side almost kicking me in the
head with her knee and her cute little ass was right in my face.
Using both hands at the tops of the back of her thighs I pushed
her hard forward and pushed my face into her ass split and I ran
my tongue up her taint and licked her asshole causing a squeal
from her mouth until she flipped back and threw her pussy into my
face again which I continued to lick before her hands slipped
between my lips and her sex humming "no, no, no, no, no".
I knelt back on my haunches and began unbuttoning my shirt as she
curled her legs up and turned on her side facing me, still
quivering from her cums. She looked like she had seen a ghost or
escaped certain danger.
"Never, never without my hands. Never, never so hard. Heart
attack, like a heart attack." She mumbled.
She obviously had never been orally pleased like I had done,
which is amazing considering how pretty her pussy was. So pink
with just a hint of coral, and her clit was so hard, she was
delicious.
I stood to take off my pants and shorts and I knelt back down and
took the sides of her hips to the edge of the sofa. She looked at
me confused like she didn't know what was coming. I placed the
flat of my hand on her lower belly with the tip of my thumb just
at her clit. With the other hand I lined up my cock to her wet
slit and pushed into her.
"Ohhhhh, you feel so fucking big!" She said sucking in a big
breath and pushing her hand to my hip to hold me back.
"I'm not THAT big, you're just very tight. Relax and I'll wait
until you get accustomed to me." I assured her.
"No, you're BIG or I've only been with small men. You surprised
me, why didn't you have me suck it first?"
"I couldn't wait to feel you. Your pussy is so sweet and pouty, I
had to have you." I said as I began to move within her.
She tried to hold onto something as I began to pump her and her
eyes rolled back in her head and she almost growled her moans.
Her little legs settled on either side of me and I placed my hand
back on her belly as I began to ride in and out of her just
wanting to enjoy the warmth and tightness as her pussy
involuntarily milked at my dick.
Her eyes locked into mine again as he began to nod her head in
rhythm to my strokes as I sensed she was going to cum again.
"Did you WANT to suck me? . . . because we have all night to
play." I said as I began to speed up.
"Never . . had it . . . inside . . me . . without  . . . sucking
. . it . . . never came from . . FUCKING . . . . AHHH . BEFORRRE.
UH . . . UH . . . . UH. . . OHHHH." She said as he turned her
head and just kept Oooooing and Ahhhhing.
Suddenly she looked at me like she sobered instantly.
"I'm on the patch (which I already noticed at her left front
hip), but don't come in me. I usually use condoms." She said
demurely as I quickly sped up, my own needs now beginning to come
to a froth.
She vocalized her way through another grinding series of little
orgasms until I began to really pound her, my orgasm getting
near. She looked at me in fear that I wouldn't heed her request I
not come inside her. I could no longer control myself if I kept
pumping into her and I pulled from her tight pussy with a little
slurp from her nether lips. I stood to shoot all over her but she
slipped to the floor. She looked at me and put her mouth to my
balls watching and waiting for me to cum. She did this like it
was what she always did with her caveman boyfriend.
"Taste your pussy on my cock." I managed to whisper loud.
She stopped her licking below me and looked at my face and then
my cock. She had never done this before, I was sure. I thought I
was going to get shut out and she suddenly lurched forward and
took the head of my cock in her mouth. I threw my head back in
pleasure as she sucked at it with her tongue waving over me
before she pulled off and sat back to watch me cum. I was ready,
but wanted her mouth, it was worth a try.
"Give me your mouth, take my cum." I said softly to her as my
face began contort in immense pleasure.
She looked terrified at first and leaned forward and took the
head in her mouth as I jerked off. She looked at me and drew in
my eyes as if looking for encouragement or some other sign.
My strokes became shorter and my orgasm ripped through me. With
her eyes locked to mine and the head of my cock in her mouth, I
came. She looked shocked as the first volley hit her throat and
she stifled a choke and I saw her gullet involuntarily swallow.
She had to cough or gag and she took her mouth from me and sperm
dripped from her lips. She looked down and then up to me as I
continued to work pulses of cum from my balls. She took me into
her mouth again and sucked and I saw her swallow again. Shortly,
I pulled from her and reeled to fall back onto the bed.
I was puffing like a 4 minute miler for a moment and then quickly
calmed down. I heard her get up and plop onto the loveseat as I
heard some late night talk show guest blabber on about how bad
movies were. I had been oblivious to everything on the TV for the
past 20 or so minutes. I looked to her as she looked at me. She
looked scared, like something horrible had just or was about to
happen.
I lifted my hand to her extending it to invite her beside me. She
tentatively got up and came to me and lay beside me. I kissed her
face trying to get her lips to turn towards me. I finally used my
hand to push her chin and she turned as I kissed her hard.
"That was just incredible. You are such a tender sweet lover." I
whispered with a smile.
She looked back at me confused.
"You haven't been with many men, have you?" I asked.
"N . . n . . no, only a couple, why?"
"You never had an orgasm, at least THAT kind of an orgasm
before?" I asked knowing her answer already.
"No, I thought you were going to give me a heart attack."
"Didn't your boyfriend ever eat you like that?" I wondered.
"No, not until I deep throated him and swallowed his stuff, and I
wouldn't be forced."
"Ohhhhh, it's beginning to come to light now. He wanted power
over you. You were smart to get away. He's older than you, huh?"
I figured.
"Yes we went out for almost 3 years and I don't even miss him.
Especially now!" She said with a chuckle.
I hugged her close and was glad I took a chance with the young
Carol. She was a hot partner and certainly easy on the eyes. Her
innocence was the thing that really got me, though. We stayed up
and talked a bit and she told me she loved to give head, but
never let anyone cum in her mouth. Her boyfriend tried to get her
to deep throat him and make her swallow, but she had him settle
for her sucking his balls as he came over her. She wanted oral
sex but he held out until she did what he wanted. Once I showed
her the pleasures of a mans mouth she felt more open to trying
other things.
Some men are pretty stupid.
In a short time we sixty-nined and she showed me just how much
she did like giving head. We ended up with a doggy-style fuck
while I teased her little asshole with the pad of my thumb. She
was really enjoying my cock and thumb, but once again asked me
not to cum in her. In a few moments I pulled from her and was
about to cum on her ass and back but she turned and took me in
her mouth. She gagged when I came and lost what I gave her, but
she did finish me up.
My night with Carol made it easier to work with Evvy the next few
days and I did keep Carols phone number in case I ever got back
in the area. Although far from a virgin, I figured my night with
Carol was my paying back womankind for the night I had with Evvy,
passing along some skills to keep her partners happy.

Chapter Three
I was glad to get back to my own store and be home after my week
with Evvy near Cleveland. We both made some good points with
upper management with our willingness to do employment trail
blazing for them. If I was called out there for the store set-up
I knew I would try to hook up with Carol.
Back in New York State I got into my usual regimen of home, work
and play. My answering machine was full of calls from a gorgeous
woman I dated a few times, Dianna. She was certainly a nice woman
and really attractive, but her pitch was getting a bit to
serious. Yes, I would someday like to settle down, but I always
figured when the right one came along I would know it. Dianna
didn't seem the type, at least yet. I hadn't aggressively tried
to get her in the sack because I knew she had a child. Sleeping
together usually means I meet the child at some point. Divorced
women tell their children strange things when they go out on
dates. Children in those situations were going to be screwed up
enough. Dianna was going to be willing if I made a sex pitch, but
I was sure she might attach some commitment to that. I was only
looking for a test drive, and I didn't want to break any hearts.
After spending the time with Evvy I knew what I really wanted was
to bed down an older woman, one who kept her looks and didn't
have a commitment at home. It wouldn't be Evvy, but it would
fulfill the fantasy.
During the early part of the day is usually the best time to
check out the aisles at the pharmacy for women. Moms with kids
are out doing their errands while the rug-rats are in school and
the ones who have pushed their kids along are there by force of
habit. I see many of the same women every week and some I look
forward to seeing. Now, I'm not on the make, I'm just breaking
the monotony by doing a little girl watching.
One such woman is Sharon Smythe. I figure her to be 46-48 years
old and I know she's a vegetarian, she's into yoga and takes
every supplement under the sun. It must be a good life-style for
her because she has the body of a 25 or 30 year old. She always
wears those thin sleeping type bras that show her nipples
prominently, tight hip hugger jeans or tight stretch pants.
However, her overall look is fairly conservative for a woman of
25, but she's nearly 50. I always check her out because I love
her round ass and she always shows a bit of cleavage and firm
belly in the summer. She caught me looking at her one of the last
times in the store and I was trying to avoid eye contact, but she
came to the counter and asked the clerk to see the pharmacist.
I came out and saw her up-close and was surprised how fresh her
face looked with only some worry wrinkles betraying the calendar.

"Can you tell me anything about this tooth brush? I always use an
Oral-B Cross-Action, but this appears to look like it, but it has
changes." She asked me.
Now I know about the new prescription drugs and OTC counterparts,
but toothbrushs?
"Let me see it, Hmmmm, this is called a Pulsar and apparently
these little yellow things stimulate the gums while you brush.
Just how though, I don't know. Give me a moment. I may have a
sample in the back." I said as I went to a bin we refer to as the
"Lots-a-Luck bucket".
The "Lots-a-Luck bucket" is where the receiving department puts
any non-prescription drug store freebie samples. We use them for
give away bags for senior citizens homes, etc. Sure enough there
was a sample, but it was marked "non-usable store display" and it
had a plastic bubble over the bristles. It should have been part
of the counter display.
I brought it out to show it to her and handed it to her.
"It appears to . . . Oh!" She said startled as it began to buzz
as she took it from my hand.
She had apparently squeezed the little ON switch on the handle
that activated the pulsar action. The head vibrated and
stimulating the bristles as you brushed. It was the same size as
their other brushes, but still contained a small motor and
battery.
"Oh, NOW I see the difference! Thank you so much, I'll try it,
thank you." She said as she went off to the register.
I went back to the platform and started getting caught up with
phone orders. A few moments later she was coming back up the
aisle and caught my eye and waved.
"Sir, before you recommend that brush to anyone else you should
know it's over a dollar more than the old one." She said a little
peeved.
"Please, call me Dean and if you're not happy with any product
from Friends Pharmacy, bring it back with your receipt for a full
refund." I told her.
She smiled back and walked away while I stared at the
bumpity-bump of her round ass in her tight jeans.
Later on in the day when it got slow I looked at her drug profile
to find a little more about Sharon Smythe. I already knew what my
night clerk had told me about her but drug profiles tell more. In
my 36 month profile I saw she stopped her birth control almost 2
years before and started Prozac for a time. Only a few months ago
she began birth control patches. Being the detective I looked for
a Mr. Smythe and found one who had transferred his records to our
Albany store 2 years before. This wasn't CSI, but it looked like
he left 2 years ago and she was treated for depression. Now she
either had a boyfriend or was shopping for one.
It was Tuesday night and Wednesday was my regular day-off so I
went out to a couple watering holes I frequent and ran into
Dianna. She was obviously looking for me since I hadn't called.
"Dean, you didn't call me this week after you got back. Is there
a problem? If there is can we talk? I don't want to bother you if
you're not interested, but please don't jerk me around." She
asked me straightforwardly.
I decided to come clean.
"Dianna, I find you a lot of fun and you certainly are very
attractive, but having a child in the mix makes it hard. You have
to get an all night sitter if you stay at my place, and you have
a lot of explaining to do if I stay at yours. Kids know Daddy
isn't there and wonder if each man they see you with is "new
Daddy". It's not you and I that I worry about, it's your daughter
and how she might fit and what the lasting implications are. If I
tried to sleep with you anyway, without factoring in your
situation, THAT would be jerking you around." I explained.
"She's going to go with both of her grandmothers to Orlando in a
week. They live in the same complex and became good friends,
despite the divorce. They're bringing her to the amusement parks
and to see her Dad who now lives in Kissimmee. I'll have 2 weeks
alone. Do you think that will be enough time to get to know each
other well to decide if we want to go on?" She asked wide eyed.
"I make no promises Di. You're looking for a serious
relationship, and so am I. However I tend to let them find me and
hit me over the head, you want to chase them. I'll admit there is
a spark, but don't hate me if things don't work out." I told her
honestly.
"She's with my mother tonight for Disney on Ice and a sleepover
at Grandma's." She said suggestively.
After a few drinks we left together for her place, me following
her car. I parked in her driveway and she walked me around the
house showing me her roses and then her deck and pool. Her five
year marriage netted her a pretty nice house as a reward for
catching a cheating husband. I don't know the reason why he
cheated, but it couldn't be for finding a better looking woman.
Dianna was a Miss New York State runner up and State Fair Queen
two years in a row, besides the ad work she did for national ad
agencies. She was 5 foot, 7 inch redhead with a 36 D bust, not to
mention my favorite part, a great ass. After we got inside she
asked to fix me a drink or get me a beer as we settled at her
bar. I took a beer and asked her sit next to me. She poured
herself a Kahlua bottled cocktail and settled in next to me.
"Before we go any further in this relationship I think we might
better understand each other," I started. "I really like you and
am attracted to you. I'm trying not to make anything of the 4
messages you left on my machine last week, but I don't like to be
hounded. I date a lot of women, some are friends, and some are
just girls I see for a good time, you know -  have a few drinks,
some laughs. If I sleep with you it doesn't mean that I stop
seeing the others, though. Don't think for a moment that I don't
respect you or don't want a serious relationship. But as of now,
I'm just not hit over the head in love with you or anyone else.
To pretend that I am would be a big lie, and I won't lie to you
and I won't hurt you. But I do want to nurture this relationship,
to see if it clicks. I think we have something special. Am I
making any sense?" I asked hoping I hadn't hurt her feelings.
"I didn't expect you to be in love with me, and I can say that I
am not in love with you, but I am interested in falling in love
with you. We have a lot in common but I know my daughter causes a
problem and we have to be careful not to hurt her. I'm not
expecting for you to make love to me and then say you're moving
in, or say that you'll never sleep with another woman again.
However I would like to show you what I have to offer in that
department. Dean, I haven't been with a man since I threw my
husband out 11 months ago. I want that drought to end, and I want
it to end with you. You're the only man I've been interested in
since. I know you're a bit of a run-around, but I also know that
if you were to tell me I was the only one, I could trust you.
You're honest, and my ex was a lying bastard. If these other
women you see are competing for your heart, count me in the race,
but I won't wait a long time for you Dean. I want a one woman man
I can depend on. It will be tricky keeping you or any man from my
daughter, but I want to as long as I can." She said pouring out
her heart to me.
"Fair enough. I promise to be totally honest with you, just as
you know I would. I expect no less from you. OK?" I said toasting
our agreement.
There was a pause before I asked, "Eleven months? Wow, I'm
assuming you took care of some business in that time though."
She blushed and then held up the 3 middle fingers of her right
hand. "Just these, that's it, no toys. I wanted my first time
back in the line-up to be special. So how about you, how long?"
I blushed now and dropped my head and looked at her sheepishly.
"One week ago tonight."
"You got laid in Cleveland? I sat back here playing with myself
every night thinking of you, and coming home for this night, and
you're getting laid? Who?"
"Nobody you know or ever will. She picked me up and that's all I
say. Should we move to the sofa or do I go home?" I asked.
"Dean, I don't believe you! Right after I told you how honest I
thought you were, you tell me you picked someone up last week and
had sex!" She said to me with her mouth agape.
"Dianna, I TOLD YOU! I didn't lie. Remember, we have no
commitment to each other. We just went over that. If and when I
tell you that you're the only one, you will be." I said standing
my ground.
"I suppose you're right, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.
How old was she, for God's sake." She asked.
"Twenty one years, one day." I said, wishing I hadn't.
"How can I compete with that? I might as well just give up now!"
She said turning her head because she was going to tear up.
"Dianna," I said as I took her in my arms, "You're not in
competition with her or anyone else. Listen, I've been free as
the wind for a long time now. I haven't had a real serious
relationship that lasted over a year since my high school
sweetheart and that lasted through a lot of college. You are the
first woman who makes me think I want to get involved again, but
I just don't know what to think. Your phone calls last week made
me feel like you were checking up on me. I cannot accept that if
we were a couple. I can tell you we wouldn't last in that
situation. I like you and want to be with you, but we should both
see others to make sure of our feelings."
"I don't WANT to see anyone else, it's you I want." Dianna said
adamantly.
"But you told me that besides a dinner and movie right after your
split I'm the only man you've seen. I'm worried you're being rash
and it bothers me a lot. You're married to one guy that doesn't
work out and you're ready to commit a relationship to the next
one who comes along. Am I making sense?" I asked her.
"Yes, goddammit you are in many ways. But if I don't see you for
two weeks aren't you going to wonder if I screwed other men?" She
asked.
"No, it won't be any of my business. If I call one of the other
girls I date I don't ask if they're getting it lately. My
non-commitment takes away any right I have to feel that way.
Listen, I better go. I've fucked up your head too much here
tonight. Think about every thing we talked about and we'll get
together tomorrow night at my house. OK?" I asked as I began to
get up and make my way out.
"NO, IT'S NOT OK. I have you here tonight and I'm going to FUCK
you. I'll show you the piece of ass that goes along with my whole
package. Please stay and make love to me." She said with a few
tears stifled.
I was confused. I really wanted to screw her, but I didn't want
to make her think I was hers. I also wondered if she got good and
laid she might start to think a little differently about me and
our relationship. Maybe if she got rid of some of that
frustration I might not look as good as she thought. I wanted her
to want me, but I still had fantasies to live out and two other
women that I owed the courtesy of telling them I might not see
them again.
Dianna got up and stood in front of me and pushed me back into
the barstool.
"I really want to show you my body and to see yours, and feel
yours inside me. We've said so many things here tonight that I'm
confused about a lot of it, but I do know I want you tonight."
She said as he ran her hands over my chest.
"Before we get involved here, let me offer you this. When your
daughter goes away for those 2 weeks we will see each other
exclusively and see what happens, OK?"
"I'll go along with that Dean." She said just before she planted
her mouth on mine and began kissing me like no other woman ever
had. Her lips and tongue were soft to my own but she was like a
hungry animal. We had kissed and even necked a bit before, but
this was different. My arms went to go around her but she pushed
them back and brought her hands up to my face as I felt their
warmth and supple softness. She finished the long kiss and stood
back from me.
"Stay there on the stool so I can show you . . . . . . "  She
said as her voice tailed off.
She stood back from me and reached behind her neck and lowered
the zipper at the top of her dress. She smiled at me as she
brought her hands to the front and pulled just below the neckline
and the top of it slid off her arms revealing her upper torso.
She was wearing one of those Victoria Secrets bra's that make a
woman even more sexy than she is and Dianna looked better than
most of the models they have in their catalog. After a pause to
let me drink that in she put her hands to her waist and pushed
down the rest of the dress to the floor. She wore the matching
revealing panties to the bra. She reached behind her head and let
her hair fall over her shoulders standing there in her peach
colored underwear. I wanted to move toward her but she shook her
head "no".
She reached between her breasts and unsnapped the bra, but turned
around as she slipped it off. In turning her back to me I saw her
perfect gorgeous ass with the thin band of panty covering the
split of her delicious cheeks. She dropped the bra and turned
back to me to reveal her perfectly tanned breast. They were like
two ripe pears that hung from her chest just pendulous enough to
show their weight, just firm enough to keep the perfect shape.
Her nipples sat perfectly at the center almost looking at me like
two trained eyes. She raised her hands and caressed them, lifting
them to show their firmness as they fell back into place. She
slid a hand into the front of her panty to separate her sex folds
from the fabric. She then slid that hand to the side while her
other hand went to the other hip and slid down her underwear as
the peach panties went to the floor where she kicked them off.
Her pussy was smooth as silk with a small patch of fiery red
pubic hair trimmed to a letter D, my initial, just over her
mound. I looked at it and then to her eyes. She exhaled through
pursed lips and furrowed eyes. She knew how hot she looked.
She slinked over to me and took my hand for me to stand up. I did
and while lightly kissing my lips and cheek she began to unbutton
my shirt. When she reached my waist she squat down and pulled it
from my waist and then stood to push it off my shoulders. She
began to squat down again, pausing to kiss my nipples as she did.
When she got all the way down she began to undo my belt and then
my pants. When she lowered my zipper my pants fell from the
weight of my keys and wallet. I lifted a foot and she slipped off
my loafer and pulled my pant leg off, and then the other.
My boxer shorts weren't exactly hiding the fact that I had a huge
erection and she smiled as she looked back up over me.
"I've known I had this effect on some men, but I rarely get to
see up close. You had your chance to see me and the special
treats I have for you, now I get to discover the special treats
you have for me." She cooed in a low sexy voice.
She reached for the front of my waistband and pulled it out as
she reached with her other hand and began to pull down my shorts.
My cock popped straight out as my shorts went down my legs.
"Ohhhhh DEAN! I haven't seen a lot of these, but this is the
biggest I've seen in person." She said as she gazed over it.
Now, let me reiterate to you that I'm not porn star big as some
woman like to tell me, but I guess I'm a little bigger than
average when I get hard. I've heard 6-7 inches is average and I'm
about 8 inches (I didn't do the measurements myself, but the lady
who did said she kept track of these things) More than anything
I'm told that I'm fatter than most, not a lot, mind you. My
expert said that average around was about 4.5-5.5 inches hard,
and I'm 6.5 measured at mid length. It's been tightly fit into
quite a few mouths and pussies as well as a few cute little
assholes without splitting a seam. So what I want to say is, I'm
no freak, but I do OK in that department.
She reached up with both hands taking the shaft of my cock in one
and the heft of my balls in the other.
"It's no wonder you're popular with the ladies out there Dean.
This is one beautiful cock. I can't wait to get my lips around it
and suck it, it looks delicious." She said as she kept her gaze
on it and began to stroke it.
She took her hand from my balls and drizzled some saliva into it
and wrapped it around me and stroked hard and fast for a few
strokes.
"Oh God!" She said as her voice quivered. "It's beautiful!"
"Go ahead; put it in your mouth." I said breaking my silence
waiting to feel the warm relief of her warm mouth.
"Dean, until mine is the only pussy I taste on this cock, I won't
be putting it in my mouth." She said in all seriousness, her gaze
still affixed to it.
"Ohhh, we're going to play hardball, are we?" I asked with a
smile.
"No, we're going to play SMART-ball Dean." She said moving her
gaze to my face as she said it in dead seriousness.
"I'm not going to share all of my charms with you until I know
you're true to just me. You think you're going to dip this in
some 21 year old pussy with hot pants for a good looking guy and
then come back to me to have me suck it? No I don't work that
way. I don't know how many other pussies and assholes I tasted in
5 years being married to a lying, cheating bastard. But when I
KNOW you're screwing other women it's not going to happen. Now,
if you can stretch a condom over this thing, I would love to feel
it in MY pussy." She said as her gaze went back to my penis.
"Do you think teasing me and being mean and vindictive is going
to make me fall in love with you?" I asked as I got a little
pissed.
"Dean, would you eat my pussy tonight if I told you I fucked the
pool-boy this afternoon. Would you kiss me if I told you blew the
gardener before you came over? I don't think so. I don't want to
be mean to you at all. I want to make love to you. All the things
we can do to each other are sex acts. They all feel good and make
us happy. But I have deep feelings for you and want to show them
to you through my body, my actions, and my feelings. I can't
fully do that unless I know you're committed to me." She said as
she stood up, still holding me in her hands.
"Now, if you would like to take me to my bed and show me how deep
your feelings are for me I would be happy to go with you. If you
just want to make me a notch on your belt I'll bend over the sofa
and you can have at me. I need to feel a man inside me. How I
accomplish that is up to you." She said sternly as she squeezed
my cock.
"I was going to say that you drive a hard bargain, but we aren't
talking bargain here, we're talking feelings and you're really
making me think.  I do want you in a way other than just a chance
to get laid. We both know that we've had great times the nights
we went out and we have no trouble talking for a long time. But I
must tell you that looking at your body makes me weak in the
knees. You are so beautiful and smart too, not willing to
compromise yourself without a commitment from me. I told you I
hadn't been hit over the head, but consider me hit. I want to
take you to the bed." I quietly admitted.
Dianna smiled and let go of my cock and took my hand and swiftly
led me to the bedroom. Her tanned perfect body leading me was
like watching a dream photo shoot for Playboy in Tahiti. She
looked exotic and sexy, and had that perfect look of a pin-up.
She pulled down the bed spread. She slid under the sheet and
beckoned me as I stood in a semi-daze.
"You aren't still pouting over not getting your cock sucked are
you? Be aware I WANT to suck you and feel grow and throb in my
mouth, but I don't do that for anyone. One of the ways I first
suspected my husband was the smell of perfume in his pubes." She
said half apologetic, half sorry.
"No, honestly I'm not. I just can't come to grips on how
absolutely beautiful you are. To hear you say those explicit
words and I know you're talking about me is like some weird
fantasy I had when I was 15 watching my Dads Playboy videos." I
stammered.
I slipped under the sheets and turned to her immediately covering
her mouth with mine. Her response to me was tremendous to say the
least as her hands went behind my head to pull my mouth even
harder to hers and then she slid them down my back as I pressed
her harder into the sheets, my upper body covering hers. I would
have laid right on her but my rock hard cock would not allow
that.
I broke the kiss and looked at her perfect breasts bringing my
left hand up to fondle one. I didn't suspect she enhanced them to
be so perfect and one feel told me she was as God made her. She
sighed deep in her throat as I squeeze and fondled her, pinching
her nipples before kissing them. I could not get enough of
kissing and suckling her. My natural instinct was to begin
tracing kisses down her belly to get a taste of her aromatic
pussy.
"No Dean, please. Oral is out. I love being loved that way but it
will break my resolve. I want you in my mouth as bad as you want
me. You know the rules." She said coldly but regrettably.
I moved to my knees between her legs as she spread them for me. I
looked down to see her little smile and the sincere passion she
held either for me or for what I was about to do. She licked her
hand and transferred some of the wetness to her pussy. She was
slick with her juices anyway but I figured she needed to touch
herself as she could wait no longer either. She then reached back
to the pillow beside her and slipped a hand underneath and
produced a condom.
"Please put this on, you know the reasons." She said regretfully
as I ripped it open and stretched it over myself.
The fronts of my thighs lined up with the balls of her ass as I
lifted her legs to put a pillow under her ass. Before she could
lower her legs I brought the head of my cock to her pussy opening
and nudged in letting her legs fall to my shoulders.
The look of anticipation in her eyes made me want to drive into
her, but I knew better. I leaned forward folding her in half as I
slid slowly into her as she mewled sounds of sweet satisfaction.
"Oh Dean, you beautiful fat cock feels so good inside me. I'm
full of you!" She cried out as I kissed her lips and necked for a
moment stuck as deep as I could go in the tightest pussy I've
ever felt.
I knelt back to let her legs down as she let them fall to the
bed, her knees cocked and feet flat on the sheet. I leaned back
over her and began to stroke in and out of her. She began to moan
and hiccough large balls of air out as her eyes rolled back in
her head. She was waiting for this for a long time and she was
going to have an orgasm almost right away.
Her arms came up to mine and gripped me tight as she came with a
loud groan like she was being cut open and then her hands let
loose of me. I looked in her eyes and I saw what I thought was
fear, but it turned out to be another orgasm as I felt her pussy
grip me.
I didn't want to cum already and thought of things to dissuade
the urge to cum already.
"Dead squirrels, dead squirrels, dead squirrels!" I ran through
my head to take my mind off cumming even though I was fucking the
most beautiful woman I've ever seen in the flesh.
"Oh Dean, Oh Dean, OHHHHH DEAN!!! FUCK MEEE, FUCK MEE  FUCK
FUCK!"
She hollered out between catching her breath as she began lifting
her ass up to meet my strokes.
I had to do some thing to keep from cumming so I stopped my
stroking and pulled from her and tugged at her knee to get her to
roll over. She was anxious to make the move and propped her ass
into the air for me as she rested her elbows on the bed and
lowered her head to arch her ass. My cock found her shiny split
and plowed into her as she wailed aloud again. I wet my thumb and
placed it on her asshole not being able to resist its opening as
an invitation. She didn't complain so I drizzled spit on the
junction of my thumb and her ass and pushed in.
"ARGGGHHHH, I love my ass played with . . . . .  DEAN, FUCK ME!"
I double fucked her ass and pussy and felt my orgasm brewing and
knew I had passed the point of stopping.
"I'm going to CUM Dianna!!" I yelled as I felt my pop start to
fill the condom.
She pulled off me and turned around to stroke my cock as I
continued to cum as she panted like a dog in heat watching the
end billow a white cloud.
"I hope the day comes when you can push this cum into my pussy,
or down my throat, your cock is so beautiful." She said and then
added as she looked into my eyes with a wicked grin. "Or even up
my ass if we can fit this big thing in." She teased.
The shy redhead with the swimsuit models body was a total horn
dog behind closed doors and I was the fantasy she had been
keeping at the top of her list in the 6 weeks we had sporadically
dated. I was interested before, but now I was definitely more so.
Number one, I had no idea she was so into sex and was so naughty
behind closed doors. The fact she had carved a perfect D initial
in her pubic mound told me that she had more than a passing
interest in me. Her sexuality and intelligence had both been
displayed tonight in thought, word, and deed. I knew now that I
COULD fall in love with this woman if I were to allow myself

Chapter Four
Returning on Thursday from my day-off is always a chore. I do
vendor returns first thing and to this day I don't know why
pharmacy takes care of general merchandise, just because they
display it in the pharmacy aisle? In any event when going through
the returns for PharmaCart, our general merchandise jobber, I
noticed 2 of the Pulsar toothbrushes. It wouldn't have seemed odd
except, I think we just got 24 or so in the week I was away. That
sort of return rate seemed odd, but I passed it off as too small
a sample to mean anything. The returns were accompanied by the
refund/exchange proof slip that was filled out by the returnee.
One was Sharon Smythe's and the reason for return was, "battery
burned out". The other was signed by another woman, whose name I
was familiar with and the excuse for return was "low battery
life".
I noticed the small size of the handle and wondered just how big
a battery it might have. I mean, how long would a toothbrush have
to function in its life? Three minutes a day for 90 days? My own
toothbrushes seem to get ratty at that point and 90 uses didn't
seem to be too much to ask for. I took the brush out of the
plastic bubble pack it came in to see if it were totally burned
out. I was just going to push the "on" dimple when I got a
familiar aroma. I looked around and even checked my fingers,
although I knew I had showered and washed my hands a few times
since the last time I could have picked up THAT smell.
I put the tooth brush close to my nose and sniffed at what was
the source of the smell. The toothbrush smelled like pussy! I
took the package returned from Susan Smythe and it also smelled
like pussy. I went to the floor and pulled one of the new brushes
off the rack and opened it. I found the "on" dimple and pushed it
and the head quietly vibrated. The head of the brush was the
right size and shape to tantalize the hood and clit of any
female. Were these women using the brush as a stimulator and
falling asleep? My prurient mind asked me if Sharon Smythe was so
lonely that she needed toys to fulfill herself. I left the
low-humming brush on and went about the rest of my chores,
filling scrips in between. Early in the afternoon I got a chance
to get back to my returns and found the brush still humming along
after over 4 hours. She had definitely fallen asleep after using
it on herself, and not for brushing teeth, unless her mouth
smelled like a pussy.
There's a little part of me inside that likes to make people
squirm and the next time I saw Sharon Smythe I went right to the
floor to see her. She was buying a new Pulsar toothbrush.
PERFECT!
"Good morning Ms. Smythe, I see you're buying a new Pulsar. But
you returned the last one saying it had low battery life, I don't
understand." I asked with a knowing grin.
"Oh, ummm, . . .I thought I might give it one more chance." She
answered as she flushed in embarrassment.
"Well good luck with it." I said as I walked away, but then I
stopped and looked back at her.
"Try not to fall asleep after using it, which may be the
problem." I said, spilling the beans that I knew what was going
on before I turned and returned to my platform.
But, before I could reach my perch she grabbed my white coattail.

"If you're so worried about how I use it maybe you could come by
and show me YOUR technique." She said in a low voice, easily
trumping what I thought was a great parting shot.
When I turned to look at what had caught my coat I saw her hand
as she spoke her words. My eyes traveled up her body to her face.
She had a pouty look with doe-like eyes that only said one thing
- SEX. The near 20 years she had on me gave her lots of
experience in perfecting that look in conveying just what she
wanted.
"Ms. Smythe, would that be appropriate, for me to visit a woman
who lives alone?" I said feigning ethics.
She leaned into me and spoke in a low sexy voice. "Fuck
propriety, a visit would make me feel better and isn't it your
job to help people with ailments?"
"Just what is your ailment?" I asked boldly.
"My husband left me for a younger woman and I've been proper ever
since hoping he might come back. Now he's getting married so I
need something very bad. I know you look at me, leer at me, and I
promise I look just as good out of clothes as in them."
Susan Smythe was much more straight-forward than I ever thought
she might be, and twice as bold. She left no secret as to what
she might want.
"I finish at 6 tonight, what time should I drop by?" I said
matter of factly.
"As soon as it gets dark. Park around the corner by Kennedy High.
I'm on Easton, number 10. Come to the back door. I have nosy
neighbors." She said as she swiftly turned and walked away moving
her ass even more seductively than usual. She turned to be sure I
was watching.
"God, she had a great ass and pretty face, not to mention a flat
belly and nice boobs." I thought to myself as I felt a stir in my
pants.
I had a hard time concentrating the rest of the afternoon so I
double checked each scrip I filled to cover myself. As the day
grew on a little Dianna guilt began to creep in. I convinced
myself that if I fulfilled this one fantasy, an experienced older
woman, I might be ready for a commitment again. My defense was
shaky, but my cock was semi-hard all afternoon.
At 6 o'clock I left and drove home, passing number 10 Easton on
the way, to case her home I guess. What would I say when I got
there? Would she greet me and jump my bones? Would she be nude in
the kitchen? Had I assumed too much and she just wanted an ear to
listen to her problems? By the time I got home I was only 80-20
on even showing up because of doubts in my mind, but as soon as
dusk fell I was in the shower and out putting on fresh underwear,
a crisp shirt and jeans with my favorite cologne. Optimistically
I put 3 condoms in the pocket of my shirt and was off to park
near Kennedy High.
I walked, unnoticed, the half block to Susan's house and I ducked
up her drive between her car and the neighbor's privacy fence.
There was a slate path from the end of the driveway through a
chain link gate to her back door. She was standing at the sink
facing away from me as I looked in. She wore tight Capri pants
and a crop top. As she worked at the sink her ass moved
seductively and I knew when she turned I would see her naked flat
belly.
When I knocked I saw her pause, perhaps to draw a deep breath,
and then turn. She held two wine glasses she had been washing and
drying and set them on the table and came to the door.
"Good evening Dean, I wasn't totally convinced you might show up.
I'll bet you get more than a few propositions, but maybe none
from anyone old enough to be your mother." She said with a tinge
of fear in her voice, although she was trying to appear self
confident.
"I've never been invited like this, especially by anyone I've . .
. admired . . . . so many times from afar. Neither your age nor
mine entered into the decision to take you up on your invitation.
If you were my mother, you would have been a young bride and I
wouldn't be here." I said hoping to build her confidence and
allay any fears she might have at being "too old".
She turned and took a bottle of wine from the counter and held it
out like a maitre'd.
"Shiraz?"
"Fine." I nodded.
She poured two glasses and sat down at the kitchen table
motioning me to do the same.
"I was a young bride, just 18, marrying my high school
sweetheart. We had a baby girl a year later, followed by 2 boys
within the next 3 years. Twenty five years later they were all
over the country as successful professional Moms and Dads,
leaving my husband and I to enjoy a long satisfying life
together, and then one night he came home and said he was in love
with someone else." She said before taking a long sip of her
wine.
"I'm sorry to hear that, you must have been devastated."
"Devastated only that I never knew what a jack-ass he was. I did
everything right to make sure I kept him happy. My only mistake
was getting older."
"You haven't found anyone else?"
"No, like a fool I always thought he would come to his senses;
get over his penchant for a young girl and come back home. Now he
tells me he's getting married. So, now I want to live out one of
my fantasies." She said throwing back the remainder of her glass.
"A younger man is your fantasy?" I wondered.
"No Dean, YOU are my fantasy. From the day you started here at
this Friend's I had my eye on you and would come home and
fantasize that we might have an affair. By the time my husband
got home from work I would be so worked up we would skip dinner.
I would never cheat on my husband, but it made good fantasy to
greet him at the door ready to go. Then recently I caught you
checking me out and it made me feel young and free to be ogled,
especially by you. When my girlfriend, who's in the same marital
boat as me, told me about that Pulsar brush I took it to bed and
dreamt about you. It was wonderful and, yes, I DID fall asleep
with it on. I only returned it for another chance to speak to
you, and then you were out of town." She said as she looked to be
on the verge of tears.
I looked around the room to find something to say, but the ball
was in her court and I could find no way to make a serve.
"I feel like a fool right now," She said with a chuckle from
between her near tears.
"I was so bold when I asked you over here and now I feel like a
jumper on the bridge, afraid to do what I know I've talked myself
into." She said looking at me through imploring eyes.
"Sharon, you don't have to do anything. I'm flattered you feel so
strongly about me, but you don't have to go through with
anything. Maybe you just needed to . . . . " I began before she
interrupted.
"NO, I WANT to do this. I just don't know where to start. I've
never been with any other man. I feel like a nervous schoolgirl."
She said breaking down to cry and leaving the room.
I sat for a moment and was just going to leave, but that's not my
style. How could I face her again if I did? I got up from my
chair and looked into the dining room that led to the living room
and the staircase. She was standing crying to herself looking at
the backs of the Venetian blinds she had drawn for privacy. I
wanted to comfort her, at least, before I left. I went into the
room behind her and touched her shoulders with my hands.
She reached up and took my right hand and pulled it to the middle
of her stomach and hugged my arm.
"I knew you would be comforting, I could sense that nature about
you." She said as she turned around still holding my arm. "You
know I don't want you for a boyfriend or even a time to time
fling. It's just tonight. Show me the lust, the want I see in
your eyes when I notice your eyes following me up the aisles."
She said as she turned her back to me again placing my hand back
on her stomach as she hugged my arm.
I pressed my face into her hair and inhaled. She smelled freshly
showered, soapy and fruity. She pushed her body back into me and
I felt her round ass press up against my hardening cock. I tilted
my neck to kiss her neck. She groaned and moved my hand to her
left breast. It felt pillowy, but her nipple was like a large
pebble in her bra. She growled as I squeezed and moved my tongue
across her neck and she pulled her head back almost onto my
shoulder. She turned her face to kiss my lips as I used my other
hand to hold her other breast. Her tongue shot into my mouth with
a throaty groan as I pinched both nipples and kneaded her
breasts. They were the softest I had ever felt. Having and
nursing three children may have taken their firmness away, but
not their sexiness. My hands could wait no longer as I slid my
hands down from her breasts and under her crop top and bra. I
pushed her clothing up to let her breasts free. They were
magnificent and beautiful despite their lack of bra support. She
pushed her ass into me harder as I necked with her and fondled
her breasts.
She broke our kiss and grabbed her crotch hard with her hand,
obviously having to relieve a pang there.
"Take me to my bed and do with me how you please. You are passion
and I haven't felt passion since before I had children." She
cried into my ear as she took my hand and led me to the staircase
and up to the top of the stairs and into her bedroom. Inside I
stopped and tugged her hand and she turned to me. I kissed her
and took the crop top from under her armpits and began to pull it
over her head as she raised her arms. I found the front snap on
her bra and removed that. In the low light from the outside and
the hallway I saw her pretty face and wonderful breasts and
hugged her to me running my hands over her back. I broke the hug
and immediately brought both hands to the catch of her pants. I
lowered the zipper and tugged down on them. Getting the waist
over the expanse of her mature hips caused her to move her ass
from side to side seductively. I wanted to hold that ass in my
hands and eat that pussy. She stood in only her little pink
panties as I bent my head to take a breast in my mouth, lolling
the nipple and then the other. I backed her to the edge of the
bed where she sat as the backs of her legs hit the mattress. I
kissed her mouth and pushed her back on the bed and then stood
immediately to grab the sides of her panties. As they came off I
went to my knees and buried my face into her neatly trimmed
pussy. She screamed a quick yelp as my tongue found her clit and
I got my first taste of her. She was wet, fresh and delicious. My
nostrils flared at her aroma as I sucked at her clit and her ass
bounced on the bed trying to push herself into me and pull
herself away simultaneously. I licked her whole slit in one long
swath to gather her juices, but her fat little clit was what I
wanted. From her mouth ran an almost incompetent string of "Oh my
Gods" and "Oh Pleases". I knew I had her on the brink of a big
orgasm, but she didn't want to seem to let go. I paused for a
quick second in my sucking and licking to position two fingers at
her pussy below my tongue and pushed in as I wrapped my lips
around her clit. She groaned hard at the intrusion as I threw
them in and out of her and then she silenced and stiffened. I
heard the plaintiff cracks from her throat wanting to yell out as
she flailed her head about, her mouth agape. I felt her pussy
spasm on my fingers and a fresh wetness on my tongue.
"OHHHHHHHHH  OH OH OH OH, OHHHHHHHHHHH." She wailed as I kept up
my plunging and licking and sucking.
She stiffened again trying to turn on her side as she cried out
in pleasure pain. I let her roll to her side as he curled into
the fetal position and cried. I lay behind her to comfort her.
"Sharon, are you OK? Was that right?"
"Oh, I haven't cum like that in 30 years. He kissed me there, but
never so long or . . ."
"Don't compare, just enjoy. We have tonight to make a memory,
let's make it special." I interrupted and assured her.
My erection in my pants was getting VERY uncomfortable and I
hoped she would take the reins on our ride now, but I was getting
doubtful if she might. I kissed the back of her neck and nudged
against her bottom in doing so making her come out of her
reverie.
"Oh Dean!" She said rolling back to my side and starting to sit
up. "Stand up so I can get your clothes off. You must be
uncomfortable."
I stood and faced her as she stood as well. I took her in my arms
and dropped my hands to the cheeks of her ass, holding and
kneading them. They were much more firm than I thought they might
be, like that of a young woman.
"You have an absolutely perfect bottom, made for holding and
squeezing." I told her.
Her suppleness defied your age. A woman 20 years younger would be
envious.
She put her hands on my shoulders and smiled while blushing.
"Can I tell you some things while I undress you? I know you asked
me not to compare, and I won't. There are just things no one ever
knew and maybe I'll feel better saying them." She said before
continuing on without waiting for my answer.
"The last 3 years of our marriage we never had marital
intercourse. He couldn't anymore. He had a condition called
phimosa where the foreskin shrunk and he couldn't retract while
aroused. Penetration was painful." She said while undoing my
shirt buttons.
"He presented himself to me for oral satisfaction every week or
so and then used a vibrator on me. If anyone should have left, it
was me. Now I see from our medical insurance that he's had a
circumcision, which, thankfully, is very painful for a man his
age. He did that for his tart, but he wouldn't do it for me." She
said as she pushed off my shirt and pulled up my under tee.
She sat on the bed and continued speaking.
"I liked how personal and sexy oral sex was until those last
years. I only did it to make him happy, but our sex life was cold
and until he got fixed it would never get any better." She said
as she touched my belt buckle and began to fiddle with it.
"I first did this with him on our honeymoon and he climaxed in my
mouth almost before I started. It gagged me and made me throw up.
He never asked me again for almost 10 years and then I learned to
like it, but he never climaxed that way. He always had to do it
with his hands and shoot on my breasts." She said finishing with
a big sigh as my zipper reached the last teeth and it was time to
lower my pants.
She slid my jeans down and looked at the front of my underwear.
"Oh my, there's more there than I've ever seen." She said looking
up at me in a fright.
She bravely reached out and took the sides of my shorts and began
to pull them down. At one point it became obvious that she would
have to pull the band out past my length. She did so and sat
back.
"Oh my God Dean, that might never fit . . . anywhere!"
"It's not THAT big Sharon, maybe a little wide, that's all."
"No, you don't understand. I've only had one and it was half
that." She astonished.
I didn't want to scare her away, for sure. I really wanted some
satisfaction here. I stepped out of my shorts and used my feet to
pull off my socks.
"Take it in your hands, feel it. Help me get some relief." I said
touching her face and tipping her face towards mine to make eye
to eye contact.
She looked at me and then at my cock. She took it in her hands
and began to survey it with both hands, rubbing and squeezing it.
She bent close to it looking at it and looked up to me and
smiled. She boldly reached under me and felt the heft of my
balls.
"You're very big here, too. I like to touch you." She said as she
went about manipulating my length with her hands and fingering
about my balls.
"Do you remember how much pleasure I gave you before?" I said as
she nodded to me.
"Put me in your mouth and suck me until I cum for you. Swallow
what you can, but don't be sick. Then I can fuck your pussy until
we make the sheets sweaty." I said in a commanding, but sexy tone
as I slid my hand to the back of her head.
She didn't need much cajoling to get her to put her mouth on it
and once she did, she was a natural. She may have sucked his
little dick for his satisfaction, but she was getting into
sucking mine. She reveled in the taste of my head as she passed
her tongue over and around it numerous times before trying to put
more of me in her mouth. I'm not really into the "deep throat"
thing, gagging someone isn't very sexy. She got the head and a
few inches in and began to move her mouth over me. She had one
finger curled around me at the base and I figured it was all she
had room for on "his" play stick. Her mouth and that finger were
all I needed to reach my climax.
I contemplated warning her if she didn't feel or taste the signs
of me getting there. I decided to give her a quick vocal warning
so I wouldn't totally surprise her.
"Sharon, you got it!" was all I said as my cum ran up my cock and
out into her mouth.
She pulled her head almost all the way off me, but kept her lips
over the tip as her single finger turned into a hand stroking me.
I audibly heard one hard swallow and then her mouth engulfed the
head again and I felt cum dribble on my foot and I felt and heard
her mouth get sloppy around me. Then I heard her swallow once
again and she was sucking me in earnest trying to get all my
juice. After the first swallow she apparently needed to clear her
mouth and she let some run out, but now she was OK with what I
had for her. She sensed I was through as my grunting and groaning
stopped and she raised her head to look at me.
"Was that good?" She said as she put her hands to her mouth as if
she had stretched it out.
"You felt so big in my mouth, but you tasted good. Your cum was
salty and was a little yuchy, but I wanted to make you happy."
She said demurely as she turned her face up towards me, but then
away.
I bent and took her chin in my hands and kissed her mouth almost
making her let my tongue in. I wanted to show I wasn't afraid of
tasting me either. However, when I stood back up she got and ran
to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth. Whether that was for me or
her I don't know.

Chapter Five
For the first time, I lay down in her bed. I got comfy and waited
for her to return. She came back and looked surprised to see me
there, but quickly joined me.
"You're really going to be ready again?" she asked with a
surprise in her voice.
"Did you think our night was over? I didn't think it had begun."
I said confidently.
She cooed and clucked like a child at their first circus.
I leaned up and planted my lips to hers and took a breast in my
hand. After thoroughly kissing her lips and face I lowered my
mouth to her soft breast and kissed and suckled her for more than
a few moments as she giggled and groaned, repeating the same
utterances when I switched to the other. My hands roamed over her
belly to her pussy and I held her mound tightly before slapping
it playfully with that hand. I moved my head down her belly to
her naval and began to eat it out like it was her asshole. I ran
my hand past her pussy to her most private crease and touched her
little wrinkled bud to get a reaction. She jumped a little at my
touch, but made no other protests. I continued to eat her belly
button as she giggled and I pulled her toward me, putting her on
her stomach and my tongue slid from her belly button around her
side to her spine at the small of her back. As my hand roamed
over the halves of her ass she tried to escape my tongue by
arching her back toward the mattress, thus raising her ass. Once
raised and arched they fell apart slightly and my hand was there
to fully grab one cheek, my fingertips gripping her halfway down
her crease. I switched to the other side, this time my thumb down
her crease. Then I put my middle finger at the top of her
gorgeous crack and slid down its length, touching her asshole. I
slid my tongue along her spine down towards that heavenly split
of butt cheeks as I scrambled to my knees, leaning over her. My
tongue hit the end of her spine and didn't stop when I tasted her
crease as I moved downwards with it. My hands spread her ass open
and I buried my face in her crack, licking down close to her
private little hole.
She was making little noises of both approval and disapproval,
but she hadn't moved except to try and look back down at me. Her
look was that of anticipated fear.
"Does it feel nice Sharon?" I whispered between licks as I looked
to her.
"Yesssss, but very naughty."
"Remember when I ate your belly button?"
"Yes."
"Did that feel good?"
"Mmmm Hmmmm."
"Let me see if I can get the other side of it." I said as I drove
my tongue into her asshole.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OHHHHHHHHHHH SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!" She cried out
trying to pull away from me as I added my thumb up her pussy.
She relaxed and gave into the pleasure of having her ass eaten
and mewled sounds of deep forbidden pleasure as I licked and
opened her up. Her ass was clean and tasted just slightly bitter
as I looked in the light of the house catching my pool of spittle
collected at her rose bud. I held her open letting my thumb drop
from her pussy and licked hard at the hole and then filled the
dimple with spit, but his time it drained inside her. She was
dilating and enjoying the rear-lingus. I was happy to eat the ass
that I had lusted after and even wondered if I might get the
chance to fuck it. I was pretty sure she was cherry there and
that would be the psychological angle I might use if I wanted to
suggest it. I continued happily eating her but and watching her
open up, growling and groaning at her pleasure.
In the meantime my cock had rekindled its stiffness and I needed
some relief before I fucked her. I sprang up and moved to the
front of her body which had melted into the bed while I gave her
the strange rear pleasures. Her eyes were closed with her head
turned to the side and I touched the head of my cock to her lips.
She opened her eyes and mouth simultaneously as she lifted her
head and took my cock in. I slowly fucked a few inches in and out
of her mouth while she hummed approval.
"Get it nice and wet, nice and hard to go inside you." I said as
I ran my fingers through her hair.
Her mouth hollowed in and out with my short strokes until I
stopped.
"Nice and wet now." I said as I pulled back.
She opened her mouth and left it dripping with her hungry saliva.
I moved quickly on the bed behind her and put a hand under her
pussy to show her I wanted her up on her knees. She made that
move and looked back at me in nervous terror.
"Are you going to put that in my ASS?"
"Do you want me too?"
"I'm not sure. I've never considered anything back there. I'm . .
 ."
"AWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKK!" She blurted out as I interrupted her
response by pushing up her pussy.
She was tight and warm. I was the largest thing ever up that cute
little slot and she was gripping the sheets and biting the pillow
dealing with the size.
I stayed buried in her, holding her perfect ass to my hips.
"That's how a real man fills a beautiful woman Sharon, and makes
her feel like she's REALLY being fucked!" I said as I flexed
myself as big as I could.
Ooooooo God!" She whimpered. "I want you, I want you, I WANT
YOU!!" she bellowed her whisper turning to a shrill tone.
"I see your patch, do you want me to put on a condom?" I asked to
make sure she was OK with our situation.
"NO, just FUCK ME, I'm OK." She said anxiously as I began to move
within her.
For the next three minutes I slowly moved in and out of her
tight, lonely pussy while she alternately moaned and grabbed at
the sheets, raising and lowering her shoulders from the bed,
groaning, crying out and making pussy juice so copious that it
ran down her leg. I knew I could last a long time in her and
wanted to pound her for just a few minutes to see if I could get
her to really explode. I grabbed her just at her hips where her
ass began to flare to its roundness and I pulled her tightly to
me and began to slap at her ass with my abdomen while my balls
began to swing, loose with their new juice.
She began to match each hard stroke with a "ugh" from her mouth
and soon those "ugh"s were turning into loud high pitched shouts
that were sure to leave her hoarse in the morning. She was
ramming her ass back at me to meet each stroke as she got louder
until she did explode loudly as she fell shoulders first to the
bed. Her pussy spasmed around me as she held her breath tightly
and raised up arching her back like a cat ready to strike.
"EEEEEEeeeeeeOOOOOOOooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She
screamed out as she caught her breath and melted her shoulders
back to the bed, almost limp.
I stopped pounding her and resumed my slow fucking as I looked
down at her pretty asshole, relaxed and dilated. I wet my thumb
and put it to her opening and she swallowed it right in with just
a "Mmmmmmmmm" reaction. I slowly alternated pushing my cock and
thumb into her. I loved doing this to a woman because it always
made her mine, sexually.
"Sharon?" I whispered, "What if I were to put on a condom and
slide my cock up your ass? Would you like that?"
"Would that make you happy?" She asked with a frightened tone.
"Don't worry about me Sharon, I want to make YOU happy." I said
allaying any fears I might have given her.
"Then turn me over so I can see your face and fuck me until you
cum."
"Where do you want me to cum, in your pussy?"
"Where do you want to cum?" she fired back.
"In your mouth while you taste your pussy and my cum all mixed
up."
OK, I'll do that." She said as she fell forward off my cock and
scrunched her legs up to roll over in front of me.
She boldly reached out for my cock and aimed it at her hungry wet
pussy. I pushed in as she sighed at the intrusion from this new
angle.
I started to fuck her and she rolled her eyes and then giggled a
bit.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"It's not funny, it's wonderful. You've made me feel naughty and
horny with no shame. I want to be available again, to you; to any
man I see that makes me want him. I want to fall in love again."
She said almost bubbling with happiness showing in her bright
eyes.
"This is hardly the time to talk, but a lot of men would give up
limbs to be with you." I said.
"This is JUST the time to talk. We're communicating, intercourse,
you're inside me making me feel like I'm starting my life over.
I'm horny, I'm a naughty bad girl, I'm sexy all over. You made me
WANT you in my ass and no one ever touched me there before. I
WANT to eat the cum you're making right now just to make you
happy because you make me happy." She said starting to pant a
little harder.
I let my weight down onto her resting my head beside hers. I
nipped her ear with my teeth and then sucked at her neck to raise
a love bite.
"You're so fucking sexy Sharon, I still may eat your ass again
and fuck you there." I growled in her ear as I began rutting on
her for all I was worth.
She had 30 years of sexual frustration she never even knew about
and she wanted to get it all out in one night. Her finger nails
dug into my back as she began to orgasm and grunt, groan, scream,
and squeal in my ear. She panted hard in quick staccato and then
abruptly stopped with just a deep crackle coming from her throat
as her body steeled against mine. Suddenly my cock was sloshing
in new copious wetness in her tight pussy. Her grip around my
back was almost pushing the breath out of me as she came. Then a
long relieving grinding groan left her limp for a moment as she
repeated "Oh God, Oh God" over and over again in my ear.
I drew my weight off her and looked in her eyes.
"I'm going to cum. YOUR SEXY FUCKIN' PUSSY IS MAKING ME CUM!!" I
yelled as I pulled from her and moved over her chest. I stroked
my soggy hard cock a few times as she opened her mouth to take
me. She closed her mouth over me and I pumped one time with my
hand and felt her lips pass over the head just once before I
shot.
"OHHHHHHHggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrr!" I raged out loud as I shot as
she hungrily sucked at me as I pumped wildly at her mouth 4 or 5
times before just letting her suck at me.
Her face was a mess of saliva and cum before I finally moved away
from her. She had swallowed some of my load and pushed a lot of
it out as I filled her mouth. It ran down each cheek to her neck.
She looked me straight in the eye and used her finger to pull
some from her upper lip into her mouth and swallow it. She burned
with sexuality and her asshole husband left her for a younger
woman, but certainly not a sexier one.
I was momentarily exhausted as I looked down at her cum streaked
cheeks and neck. I bent and took my fingers to push any cum away
from her lips so I could kiss her. We kissed open mouthed and
intertwined tongues before I got up and scooped her into my arms.
"We're going to shower." I whispered in her ear as her arm held
onto my neck and pulled her head close as I took her in to the
bedroom bathroom. It was perfect, a stall shower. I reached in
and turned on the water with the hand under her legs. The water
rushed over her legs and feet.
"Warm enough?" I asked as she giddily nodded.
I stepped inside and set her down. She immediately hugged me and
we necked under the spray. We washed each other thoroughly and
sexily as well, with my cock going in her mouth, and her nipples
going into mine, each several times. The highlight was my long
middle finger fucking her soapy asshole as she panted in my ear
as she hung her arms around my neck.
As we dried each other I couldn't help but notice how pink and
happy her whole body seemed. Her body denied her years. She would
have been considered fit and shapely for a woman of 30, and
Sharon had 3 children before she was 25, over 20 years before.
When she dried me she ended with her arms going around me with
the towel and putting it around my waist. She pulled it tight
until our middles met and she let go of the towel and draped her
arms around my back and hugged her face close to mine.
"Would it feel as good as your finger? I'm new to this, a virgin
you might say to this anal thing. I've heard of it but never gave
it a thought before. You're killing me with sex, showing me what
I've missed. I want it all." She asked demurely with a face so
innocent and cute.
"I'm not going to kid you, my cock is a lot fatter than my finger
and it might hurt until you get used to it. Anal can be very
painful, but I can be very patient. We can try and stop. I've
done it with a few other women and some have relished it. I'm a
little sorry I brought it up." I answered honestly.
"Oh, I'm not, I'm glad you showed me. You've made my whole body
and mind think SEX tonight and after almost 30 years with one
man, I'm shedding him and I'm glad to be rid of him. I'm still
tingling everywhere and what you did in the shower with your
finger was VERY pleasurable. I want more sex, . . . if you can
hold up." She giggled.
"Let's go back to your bed and snuggle and talk. I haven't done a
hat trick night in a long while, but the shower showed me I
could."
"A hat trick, what's that?"
"It's an old hockey term for having a night with three goals or
scores."
"No matter how we fuck later, you're going for a third, I
promise."
We both slid into the sheets on respective sides of the bed. I
was just trying to see what direction in which I should go. Did I
want to have butt sex with her? YOU BET! Each time I saw her
round ass sashay down the aisle THAT thought crossed my mind.
However, those fantasies are rarely lived out and you add an
unattainable outcome to them. It's like when I might look at the
Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue and fantasize you're on the
beach alone with each model and they're begging you to screw them
or suck you off. Would you do it if the opportunity arose? For
sure, but there is no chance in hell it might happen so the
fantasy becomes more outrageous, adding two models at a time.
Although I didn't plan on a second night ever with her, I didn't
want the memory of our tryst to be shame and a sore asshole from
some guy she let talk her into something she never even dreamed
of.
"I know what you're thinking of, but you have to realize
something. Before tonight my latest love interest was the back of
the head of a vibrating toothbrush, while I thought about you, MY
fantasy. You've been everything I wanted and more, lots more. Now
I have the chance to use my body to fulfill a fantasy of yours
and for me to experience something altogether new sexually and
that's tremendously exciting. Yes, I'm afraid and that's what
makes me tingle that much more. I was afraid when I boldly
propositioned you today, and then I came home and masturbated
like a schoolgirl. I was scared to the point of nausea when you
knocked at the door tonight, but I dove in and let everything
happen. I'm at that precipice now and I'm ready." She said.
"Do you have any lubricant, like K-Y or Astroglide? . . .and I
have condoms in my pants." I said wanting to make her happy now
that she understood the whole deal.
"I have K-Y, but its a few years old and why do you need a
condom?" She asked.
"The surface of the condom is smoother than me and it'll make it
go easier. Once you open up we can get rid of it if you want.
Just how old IS the K-Y?" I explained as she got up from the bed.
"It's . . . . 6 years old. I needed it for the same place, to get
an enema tip in to prepare for a sigmoidoscopy . . . ughhh." She
said as she went to the bathroom closet and came out and found my
pants and fished out the string of 3 Trojans.
"Three, huh? My, oh my, wasn't someone optimistic about tonight?"
She said with a laugh.
She got back into bed and I took the supplies from her and rolled
to her side and began to kiss her shoulders then her neck before
getting to her mouth. I filled my hand with her breasts, one at a
time, feeling the ultra-soft maturity of each. Then I ran that
hand around her back and slipped it down to her round squeezable
ass. The way she moaned into my mouth told me she was still ready
for sex. Just in the course of the evening she had went from
giving reluctant head with direction to an insatiable cocksucker
in the shower. She went for my cock like it was the giver of life
at least 3 times under the spray. I loved it when a woman got
like this and Sharon was determined to make up for the time she
lost being a quiet obedient little wife.
I broke my kiss with her and backed away a little keeping my hand
busy on her rear. She looked to me with that excited fear like
she thought I was going to turn her over and impale her at that
moment. Instead I knelt up to use her hunger for my cock to keep
her busy while I prepared her. I positioned myself near her face
and she quickly took my semi-erect cock in her mouth. She calmly
sucked at me, almost like she was nursing, while I turned her ass
more flat to the bed. I opened the tube of lube and squeezed out
a bit to my middle finger and went to the bottom of her split.
She rose up a knee almost under herself to open herself up. As my
finger slid in she pushed her head all the way down on my cock
with an exclamation in her throat. I began to deep finger her
ass.
"Ohhhh Sharon, you suck on my cock so good. Get it nice a hard so
it'll slide into your bottom, and it's a cute bottom at that. I
like stroking my finger in and out of your ass because I know its
relaxing your little entrance. We'll use lots of lube to make you
real slippery and that hard cock in your mouth will replace my
finger. Is that what you want?" I asked as I tried to relax her
psyche as well as her rectum.
"My finger is past the place that will give you the most trouble,
just past the entrance. You'll feel full and enjoy the motion of
being fucked and it will excite the nerve endings on the other
side of your vaginal walls. In plain words I'm going to make you
cum, but it will feel different than before. The sensation is all
new. Now you know what will happen. Are you ready for me to fuck
your virgin ass? Is my cock the first one to ever go in there?" I
asked as she sloppily made noises of agreement around my cock.
I stopped fingering her ass and began to squeeze dollops of K-Y
on to my finger and push it into her dilated ass. Then I set down
the tube I tore open the condom and took myself from her mouth.
She turned to get into a doggie position, but I prefer to start
anal from the front so I can see her face. I want to know if I'm
hurting her. She seemed confused until I brought her ass to the
edge of the bed and stood. She bent back her knees and I put my
hands on the bottom of her feet and pushed to roll her back even
further.
"I can see your face and you can see mine. I want to know if I'm
hurting you or if I should stop. This is for both of us, not just
me. I won't enjoy it if it hurts you. Just stay as relaxed as you
are now. Don't fight me and push OUT if you think it won't go in,
that will open you up." I told her softly as I reached and
touched her face with my clean hand.
"I trust you; I think you've done this before." She said rolling
her eyes sarcastically.
I put the head of my cock to her now huge dimple of her dilated
bottom. I knew if she relaxed it would be easy, we had THAT much
foreplay. I didn't push, I wiggled my cock head at her opening
hoping it might just slip in to the head, and it did.
Her eyes were bright and wide open in anticipation. She said, "if
that's in, its easy."
"Stay relaxed, you have one little mountain to climb here." I
said as I pushed past her anus and into her rectum.
"Oh my GOD, that's BIG!" She blurted out with a pained look.
"Stay with me just a bit more." I said as I pushed one more time
getting the head past her big muscle.
She screwed up her face and I told her I was past where I could
hurt her.
"That's the muscle that works to keep things in. Let's relax and
wait to see if you open up."
"How much is in?" She asked afraid to look.
"About half, but even if I were a foot longer you wouldn't feel
anything but full. You have no nerve endings past this point." I
said, still speaking calmly and softly.
I pushed blood into my cock head to see if she reacted
negatively. She didn't.
I moved the rest of the way into her and smiled as we were pube
to pube.
"You were right, I feel real full, but sexy too."
I reached down and put her hands to her tits and I put a thumb
over her clit and began to oscillate it as I began to fuck her in
and out. Right away she bore a look of surprise at the feelings I
was creating.
"OhhhhhHHHHHhhhh DEAN! This is an orgasm on a roller coaster."
She said loudly and then tailed off as she closed her eyes to
enjoy the strange new feeling.
"Ummmmph! This is both odd and sensational. I feel like my pussy
is,  . . . is . . , DOING SOMETHING!" She said as he eyes opened
wide and she had a surprised spasm or oragasm.
I was screwing her pretty steady now and I wanted to stop to get
the condom off as it would have made it feel a whole lot better
for me. Condoms took away some sensitivity, and I had already
blown off twice. I could have screwed her for a half an hour.
She pulled her hands from her boobs and reached out for mine with
a pained look on her face.
"I'm starting to get a burning sensation; can we stop for a
moment?" She asked cutely, even though I think she was more
uncomfortable than she wanted to let on.
"I can get rid of the condom and use more lube, OK?" I said as I
pulled back and dropped from her.
"OH, THAT was a rush! Can we just stop now?" she said as I came
out of her and she shot a hand over her little hole checking to
see if it was OK.
"Can we just finish him in my mouth? I didn't realize how much I
liked sucking you and I know it makes you happy." She asked
hotly.
"Any thing you want. We've had quite a night that I certainly
will never forget. I can just jerk it while you watch." I
offered.
"No, I've gotten quite a taste for feeling you in my mouth and
watching your reaction. I always kind of liked it, but you're so
nice." She said as he scooted her head to the edge of the bed and
I pulled the condom off.
She tasted the end and got that rubbery taste and spit on me and
stroked me a few times to dampen the taste. She returned her
mouth to me and I looked at her eyes and saw a gentle loving lady
who wanted to make me happy after I had made her so joyful about
herself and her sexuality. I took her hand away from my cock and
just stroked it with my thumb and 3 fingers, holding the head in
her mouth. I felt her washing her tongue over the tip which
drives me crazy. I was going over the top.
"Ooooo, Ooooo Sharon, you're going to get me again. Here I cum!"
I whispered loudly into the air as I felt a few pulses of cum
pump into her mouth. She let them run out the sides of her mouth
before pushing her mouth over me and sucking me to the tip. She
looked at me and swallowed what was left in her mouth and then
smiled at me.
"You are a wonderful man whom I bet has made a lot of ladies
happy. I wish I was half my age so I could have you for my own,
but I know that can't be. I hope your fantasy was as fulfilling
as mine. I never knew I could be so bold as to actually do this.
I feel so naughty, so feminine and so glad that I have something
that no one knows about me." She said with a tear in her eye.
I plopped on the bed beside her and kissed her sloppy mouth even
as she tried to wipe it clean.
"I'm not worried about the taste. If I expect you to taste it, so
can I. How's that cute little butt hole?"
"A little sore, but not bad. I feel the urge coming on."
"That's normal, after all the playing we did there."
"It's after midnight, can you stay the night? I would REALLY like
that." She asked with a pouty lip and doe eyes.
"Ummm, . . . I can but I'll have to get out early so I can go
home and shower and change for work. If you're a late sleeper I
don't want to disturb you." I warned her.
"You can shower here, with me!" She said brightly.
"Our last shower together got you stuck up your butt. I think we
got into enough trouble for an evening." I said trying to make
sure she didn't try to seduce me in the morning.
"I loved sucking you in the shower; it was really what I was
thinking about."
"God, you're still horny, aren't you? After you go to the
bathroom and satisfy that other urge you may not think too much
of my little joy stick." I cautioned.
"I would still like you to stay. What time do I set the alarm
for?" She asked.
"Six thirty will get me home by seven and give me an hour to get
ready." I instructed her.
"It's already set for six thirty so all I have to do is turn it
on." She said as she got up and went to the clock radio and then
hurried into the bathroom.
I heard her flush and then run the shower for about a minute. She
came out and turned off the light and slipped in beside me. Her
breath was fresh and cinnamon as we kissed goodnight and she
spooned me draping her arm over me. I felt her breasts pressed
into my back and the tickle of her snatch patch at the top of my
crack. I think we both were asleep in minutes. The blare of her
radio startled me as it went off and I got up to shut it off. We
had barely moved in the night so I could barely avoid disturbing
her when I got up.
"You sure you can't stay for a sexy shower?" She asked
invitingly.
I went to the bed and sat down to talk to her.
"Sharon, it's best that our affair is over. We had an awesome
night and made each other very happy. We went in this knowing it
was a fling and to restart today would be wrong. Don't
misunderstand me, I would love to stay and screw your brains out
and eat you belly button to asshole while you sucked my balls
through my cock, but it would be wrong. We have our private
special time to think back on, but let's leave it to memory. If
the time and place are right again, who knows? You should devote
your time to finding a man to make you happy. Believe me, if you
put yourself out there socially there will be a line at the door,
just be careful."
"I know you're right. I fantasized a little last night and I know
our age difference is too much for anything serious, but I want
you to know how special you'll always be." She conceded.
"The same here," I said as I kissed her and she put her arms
around my neck and threw her tongue in my mouth before breaking
the embrace.
"Goodbye my sexy prince. You know what I'll be thinking about
every time I see you in the store."
"I'll do the same." I said as I got up from the bed and slipped
on my clothes and blew her a kiss.
I quietly went out the back door just as dawn was breaking. I
jogged the 2 blocks to my car and drove home happy I had lived
out this fantasy. I knew I had betrayed Dianna, but I had also
turned a page that would bring me closer to her. I had decided to
end the 2 other relationships I had going. One was a "sleeping
together out of convenience" arrangement and the other was a
woman who really thought she could nail me down. I really liked
her, but she had too many quirks to keep me serious. As far as my
taste for stray women who liked to pick me up, or my own moments
of lust for a tight pair of pants or short skirt, Dianna could
keep me satisfied, I was sure. I had hoped to tell Dianna that I
would try commitment with her by the weekend. I knew I would have
to earn her trust and all would not be perfect until then, but I
was ready to try. We got along too well, and thought too much
alike to miss the opportunity. Besides, she was the finest
looking, most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.

Chapter Six
When I got home there was one message on my machine, and it was
Dianna.
"Hi Dean, it's 11:45 and you're not home. I'll bet you're out
being a bad boy again. I thought I made enough promises to keep
you close, but I guess not. Call me tomorrow so we can talk."
I knew if I confessed about Sharon I might lose Dianna forever.
Her kid-free two weeks started the next Wednesday and I was
really ready to show her I could give her 100%. I needed a couple
days to end a couple relationships. Every time I thought about
Dianna now I got excited, and not just sexually. She was a
professional smart woman, she was more than stable, both mentally
and financially, and was great looking. On top of all of that,
she adored me. Behind the bedroom door she told me about,
promised me, a total sexual relationship that she was anxious to
take full part in. She was my age and even agreed with me
politically. If for any reason this didn't work out, it wouldn't
be from not trying. I just hoped I could smooth out my night
"missing" and the few days I needed to let a couple other women
down easy.
I decided to call her right then, as soon as I showered.
"Good morning! You were looking for me late last night?"
"Yes, almost midnight and you weren't home. I thought you might
be out scouting more 21 year olds for your stable." She answered
curtly.
"No, nothing could be further from the truth. Don't assume
anything." I mused, without really lying.
"After our night together I thought you might call the next day.
I don't sleep with just anyone. I waited 11 months for the right
guy. You made me feel like a tramp. Did I expect too much?"
"I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. It was not intentional.
You know, you've been on my mind a lot lately. I mean seriously
on my mind." I said trying to sway the conversation away from
last night.
"Oh?"
"Yes, you've gotten under my skin a little, made me think about
the future and I'm sure that I want to try to be with you. I
think we make a good couple. We have a lot in common and we have
a good time together. I mean, because of your daughter and all
that I avoided getting in a sexual situation with you and we
still had a great time, a lot of laughs and some serious talk. I
consider myself well-read and on top of the news and there has
been no subject that came up that you weren't as versed as me."
"Are you trying to tell me I'm not a bimbo?"
"If that's how you want to hear it, yes. I know couples that when
they're home she is in front of the TV and he's either with her,
glued to the set, or on the computer or in a shop or out with the
boys."
"Well, you can count me out there. I'm no slave to the TV and if
you want to go out, I'm going with you, plus with a child there
are lots of things to do together. I'm a real hands-on Mom."
"That's the point I'm trying to make Dianna!"
"That's all good and I appreciate that you think of me in that
way, but how do I stop you from tomcatting around?"
"Dianna, with all my faults I can tell you one thing, I'm honest
and I don't cheat. Once I tell you that you are the only one, you
can rest assured." I swore to her.
"When is that going to be Dean? I'm not waiting around for you.
I'm not getting any younger and my child sees her father twice a
year. She needs a man around as much as I and you're one I'd like
her to know." Dianna said with a bit of desperation in her voice,
"Well, you're getting way ahead of me now. We have to find out if
we are as compatible as we think way before we bring her in. I
promised you I would give you all my attention the two weeks
she's away. I'm breaking off my other relationships before then."
I swore.
"Do I have to worry about "goodbye boinks"?" She asked
smart-alecky.
"Just how shallow do you think I am? I'm not Sam Malone. Listen,
I have to get to the store. Can I see you tonight?" I asked.
"I'll see if the girl next door has plans. She can sit and do her
homework here once Missy gets to bed, so it will be after 8, OK?
I'll call you at the pharmacy." Dianna said ending our call.
I finished getting ready for work and suddenly it hit me. Here
was a woman I had been out with maybe 12 or 15 times over 6 or 8
weeks (and remarkably only been intimate with once) that I was
considering a prime candidate for life partner, perhaps wife. Now
by this time I had usually bedded down a woman quite a few times
and if I hadn't, I would be scratching at her door. Dianna had
been someone special who, little by little, had crept into my
life. My conscience told me that last night I hadn't cheated on
her, that I just sowed one of the last wild oats I may sow. My
heart called me a cheating bastard and it hurt to be thought of
that way, even with my own heart doing do. Had my one time of
making love to Dianna been just that, making love?
God, I wanted to walk around all day today with a happy dick
after fucking the ass, pussy and mouth of Sharon Smythe, my
fantasy paramour. Instead I was living with some kind of guilt.
If I ever really cheated on any woman that I had made a vow or
commitment to, what would I do? I even thought about calling
Dianna and confessing to my debauchery of the divorcee 15 years
my senior.
"NO, DON'T DO THAT!" My heart screamed out to me. "As much as a
lowlife as you are for drinking from that sinful chalice of lust,
telling her would hurt her more than it would be worth. Just live
with the thought of how cheating can feel."
The more I thought about it, my heart and ego had really soured
on what I did with Sharon. I kept telling myself that I
generously woke the sexual being within her and she would be ever
grateful for my great deed. As I drove to work I came to terms
with the fact that I really hadn't "cheated" on Dianna, but I did
as I first thought, "betray" her. I could tell myself that the
lustful thoughts about Sharon were there before I wanted the
beautiful Dianna and it was all fair and square, BUT in my heart
I learned a lesson on trust, and implied trust. If she came out
and asked me if I was, in fact, "tomcatting around" I would have
to tell the truth. That bothered me. Not the truth that bothered
me, the fact that she would know would hurt her.
Had this woman, Dianna, really gotten hold of me that deeply, or
was it all imagined. Did I let her into my heart over the course
of a few dinners, a few movies, some drinks and dancing and one
night of hot sex? Was the night we made love just the carrot and
stick routine for her to gain control of the situation? I
wondered if the fact that she withheld the oral aspect, my
favorite aspect, of sex was the impetus for my sudden obsession
for her. Once I finally tasted her deep sweetness and felt her
mouth around me would I lose interest? NO! NO! NO! If I were that
shallow I could never live with myself.
There was magnetism to Dianna that I had to explore. Her
seduction of me wasn't as calculated as I might have expected, I
forced myself to remember. She did give me the option of just
screwing her and leaving. I remember her only words that had a
plaintive sound to them, "If you just want to make me a notch on
your belt I'll bend over the sofa and you can have at me. I need
to feel a man inside me. How I accomplish that is up to you." I
could have had at her while I looked down at her perfect ass, an
option I would have taken at least 7 times out of 10 if it meant
I got laid and cut all the strings of commitment at the same
time.
No, this was more than infatuation, be it oral infatuation or any
kind of sexual infatuation. I wanted to know this woman better. I
was ready to jump off the diving board although I knew there were
no exits between that board and the water.
My morning was busy at the pharmacy as I quickly got a half hour
or more behind. My pharmacy assistant had called in sick and I
got a second shifter from another store. She was Kim, a brunette
little cutie under 5 feet, but just as bright and outgoing as you
could imagine. She was being extra careful with her customers
making double sure they understood what they were taking. She
didn't know these new people (to her) and was protecting herself
and the pharmacy. When Clarissa, her relief, came in at 3 o'clock
Kim had worked 7 hours with no break and was flustered at the
situation. I knew she had to drive to her regular store and begin
a regular shift and I felt bad for her. She came to the side well
of the platform with her timesheet and got my attention.
"Mr. Mincher, could you show on my card that I got no lunch so I
can get paid." She asked.
As I turned I saw her for the first time without her smock and
she was a perfect little pixie with that magnetic smile and
bright face. She was 90 pounds of firm sexy woman flesh.
"Please Kim, call me Dean. My father was Mr. Mincher." I said as
I took her card to endorse and over-ride her punches.
I manually entered her leaving time as 4:30 and explained to her
that New York required us to take out a lunch after 6 hours so I
compensated and covered her gas with 90 minutes extra pay. Being
so short and standing in the well when I came over, her head was
at my crotch. When I came over she didn't back up, she just
stayed there inches from my cock as she waited for her card.
"It was a pleasure working with you and I hope we get a chance to
work together in the future. It was a new experience and I LOVE
new experiences." She said, but she seemed to be saying it to my
crotch AND with a big smile on her face.
My God, was she flirting with me? She was only 19 or 20, and my
subordinate! I quickly walked away back to my work, but when I
looked back a second later, she was still there, smiling and
waving goodbye. She WAS flirting, the little shit! I wasn't sure
whether to be flattered or not.
Suddenly I stopped and thought for a moment. Within the last 2
weeks I fucked the brains out a girl just a bit older than she
and I was excited and patting myself on the back for being Joe
Stud. I sort of shrugged off her come-on. There is no way Dianna
could have had this effect on me already? . . . or was there?
I dropped what I was doing and went down through the side well
and into the back room where Kim was putting on her coat to
leave.
"Kim, wait up a second."
"Yes Dean, is there something you want? I'll try to help you
out." She boldly teased.
I smiled back a knowing smile.
"No, I can't. I'm seeing someone. But thanks for the ego boost.
You're a very pretty girl." I said with a sad smile.
"You know how to reach me if you need me again." She said as she
left out the back door.
I wasn't sure if I had just had my first victory over my inner
horndog, or if Dianna had her first victory over me. This little
cutie wanted to play. I had been HER before, trying to balance
pharmacy studies, pharmacy work, and the stresses and urges of
youth; looking for the fast distraction of sexual relief. I stood
there a little stunned at myself. For the second time in a couple
weeks a hot young woman was willing to give herself to me. I
mean, I've been picked up before, but not by such sweet nubile
young femmes. There was a voice inside me asking "ARE YOU FUCKING
CRAZY?" But no, I was satisfied to pursue Dianna and see what
happiness it might bring.
"Mr. Mincher? Dean? Are you OK? We're way behind out there."
Clarissa said as she slowly approached me in the back room.
I think she thought I was having a stroke or something.
"I'm coming Clar, we'll catch it up fast. Tell new scrips the
wait is 45 minutes until five o'clock."
I was back to my platform working and sort of proud of myself a
moment later. I lucked out that 4 scrips right in a row were
pre-measured, pre-packaged controlled items and the next few were
simple 30-count refills of dailies; zestril, lopressor, lipitor
etc. I was caught up in no time.
"Dean, you had a personal call on the store line and I told her
to call back in a half hour. Sorry, but you had a doctor holding
and 8 on the deck." Clarissa told me as we got our first break in
a bit.
"Thanks Clar, did she say who it was?"
"No, but she said you were expecting her call."
She no more than said that when the page came from up front for
the pharmacy.
Clarissa picked it up and looked right at me pointing.
I took the call and was relieved to hear Dianna's voice.
"Hi Dean, sorry to bug you when you're busy." She started as I
answered.
"No problem. That was a rare back-up. So did you get a sitter for
a while tonight?" I asked.
"Yes, Lisa next door is coming over at 8. As soon as I know Missy
is down I can meet you. Where do you want to go?"
"Just come over to my place, how's that?"
"Dean, I didn't get a sitter so you could try to get laid, did
I?"
"Dianna that remark sucked shit, big time. I'm trying to imagine
myself with you in a relationship and you're already making
assumptions about me. Drop all of your preconceived notions about
me and men. Go back to the reasons why you were attracted to me."
"Dean, you've got a reputation . . . " She began to say.
"Reputation horseshit!" I said firmly but not too loudly as I
ducked into one of the stock aisles on the platform.
"In the time we've been together it was you who approached me
initially at the convention center, and the one time we were
intimate, it was you who instigated it. So piss your reputation
lines out the window. Yes, I've been a player but I'm giving you
all my time and attention to see if there is a connection here.
You've put me on the defensive twice today." Dean railed.
"Oh God, I'm sorry. You're right. Just remember that I'm trying
to protect my heart and that there's a little girl attached to
it. My heartbreak affects her. I do take your word and want you.
I'll be over tonight and I promise that I'll drop my preconceived
notions about you and men in general. I guess I'm afraid because
I know I could fall in love with you." She whispered openly
admitting her feelings.
"Well duhhhh, isn't that the reason we've put ourselves in this
position? This is a two-way street. Haven't I made it clear that
I thought I could fall in love with YOU?"
"Well, you've shown it, but you've never said it, and now I feel
better hearing it."
"Honesty Dianna, that's what it takes. If you wondered about
that, all you had to do was ask. We aren't 14 years old and
passing notes behind the teachers back."
"I'm sorry Dean, but I'm getting scared so I'm a little
paranoid." She admitted.
"I have to go, but I'll see you tonight and we can talk and work
things out face to face."
"OK, goodbye until tonight." She finished.
I wanted to have second thoughts about our whole situation, but
the sound of her voice had turned me to mush, plus I felt the
tingle in my pants.
"Dean, a customer needs to see you." Clarissa said to interrupt
my solitude in the slim aisle.
I went out to the front of the platform where you could talk
privately with customers and there was Sharon Smythe.
She held a prescription bottle in her hand and held it up for me
to see and pointed to words on the label making it obvious to
anyone who saw us that she had questions and reservations about
the little bottle of pills. However, her words to me made it
obvious that her motions were all a ruse.
"I just wanted to tell you how good I feel today, how free my
whole spirit is. I feel like a kid and have an entire new
confidence about my life. You showed me a complete new side to my
life and pleasures I could never imagine. I know I have the power
to get out of my self pity." She said as she flushed and smiled
at me throughout her gesticulations.
"I'm glad I could help you Ms. Smythe." I said in a professional
tone.
She leaned in to add one more comment that wasn't part of any
public show she was trying to make.
"Any time you want that beautiful cock sucked you can come over
and see me." She added with a smile as she backed out of the
privacy panel and walked up the aisle swaying the ass I fucked
just the night before.
I smiled to myself with an arrogant pride, but the invitation
would go unheeded unless Dianna didn't work out. Sharon had been
a fantasy, and now it was fulfilled. I truly wanted to move on.

Chapter Seven
Luckily I have no problem, for the most part, keeping pages of my
mind separate. My job requires me to pay full attention to what
I'm doing as peoples lives depend on it. So, despite the fact I
had been propositioned, had an open blowjob promise, and was
trying to let a love spark kindle into a fire, I finished my day
without a hitch until Doreen, my "second", came in at 5:30.
Doreen was a semi- retired pharmy from out west who moved here
with her husband's job. With 3 kids she HAD a full time job, but
4 nights and Sundays got her out of the house and helped pay the
bills. She would have no problem finding a full time gig once all
her kids were old enough for school. She was a pleasant woman who
never seemed to lose all the extra weight from her last child.
Her blue eyes and sweet smile made her a comfort to all of those
who needed to confide in her. If she lost the 20 or so extra
pounds she had I was sure she would be a fairly good looker.
Doreen and Dianna were almost exactly the same age and body type,
except Doreen showed the ravages of motherhood, and Dianna was
the picture of fitness with a perfect body that she exploited to
make money. However, Doreen was happily married and fully content
with her life, and Dianna was a bitter and confused mother who
was searching for a husband. In my mind the contrast of the two
was not missed. Would I be happy if I transformed Dianna into
Doreen? On the surface at least, if Dianna were as happy and
content as Doreen I'm sure we would be a great match. As I drove
home I wondered about the contrasts of the two and what the
future might bring.
Once home I showered and started my laundry. Everything I wore
smelled like my sterile white lab coat I wore behind the counter.
The only thing it always made me think of was the way the nuns
smelled when I was in grade school with their heavy black habits,
always crisply laundered and starched. I couldn't help but think
that the essence worked its way to my body as well and a shower
before I ate was a nightly ritual.
I threw a couple pork chops on the Jenn-Aire and rifled the
freezer for a veggie to go with them. Thirty minutes later I was
washing the dishes already. I wasn't sure if being a neat freak
was a curse or a quality, but I wanted everything to be right all
the time.
I sat in my easy chair and thumbed through the paper for barely 5
minutes when I heard a car in the drive and I got up to greet
Dianna.
I opened the door before she could ring and she came in greeting
me with a big hug. She held me tightly and whispered she was
"sorry if I played head games before" and then broke the hug a
bit and planted her lips to mine for a long kiss.
We broke the kiss and I closed the door and turned to her. Her
eyes were wet with tears forming.
"Dean, please understand that I've been so lonely and afraid to
put myself out there. When I met you at the convention center
that day you really swept me off my feet. You treated me like I
was,  . . . oh hell I don't know. . . . . ME! When I'm repping
like that I get a lot of come-ons and creeps, especially at car
shows. You were just the sweetest! When you asked me out I really
expected you to be real aggressive, but you proved that you
wanted to be friends first. Then I heard about your reputation
and wondered if you were setting me up, because you hadn't tried
to seduce me. I know now that despite the reputation you have,
you're a sweet man with a big heart, and I love the way you've
considered my Missy and her feelings. I know it's difficult with
her but you've been great. When I treat you badly or say
insensitive things just remember I do that with my shield up. I
won't do that anymore. I'll be honest and open my heart. Don't
send me away." She said through a few tears but a voice that was
ready to break.
"Send you away! What are you talking about?"
"I've had it in my mind that you were going to break it off with
me tonight. I don't know, that's the way it sounded with you on
the phone today."
I took her hand and led her to the sofa and we sat down together.
I took her hands and leaned forward to speak closely and
directly.
"Dianna, the only thing I wanted to do tonight was tell you that
I feel about you the same way you feel about me. You said that
you thought you could fall in love with me. Well, I think I could
fall in love with you as well. I treated you the way I did
because I wanted you to get into my heart. I can go out and get
laid anytime; I turned down a proposition today. But I've been
feeling empty for a long time and when I saw you I just read a
lot into you. I broke off a relationship about 4 months ago; her
name was Mikel-Anne. She was a couple years older than me and we
got along famously for a while and decided to live together. I
never said "I love you" so many times and never really meant it.
I cared for her deeply, but I just couldn't take that last leap
to feeling "commitment love" and then little by little we began
to grow apart. She moved out while we were still friends. I
wanted to feel that she was the one, but it never really hit me.
I was afraid I would never meet the "one". When I saw you that
day I didn't see the tight black dress in front of the black
shiny Buick. I just read so much into your face and your
movements and when you talked to me, bells went off. That feeling
I searched for with Mikel-Anne is clawing at me with you and I
want to explore it. Believe me and trust me when I say that. If
we try and it doesn't work, I can accept that. But if I were to
let it go for the sake of chasing a few skirts, I would never
forgive myself." I said trying to bear my soul.
"Oh Dean, you ARE the man of my dreams, I think. The other night
when we made love I wondered if it was so good because it had
been so long. But right now I know it was so good because of all
it meant to me, and to you.  My husband made me happy in bed and
I wasn't exactly a virgin when I got married, but the intensity
of us together the other night was SO special. It was so good
that I didn't think we could be real, but right now I feel just
as strongly as when you were inside me the other night. Just
think, if we put this all together and fall in love, we may never
be with ANYONE ELSE again. That thought excites me terribly."
Dianna said as she ran her hands up my arms and touched my
shoulders looking into my eyes as if about to kiss me.
I had to avert my eyes so as not to lie by just nodding or
showing any assent to her thoughts. She knew me well enough to
sense something.
"Dean! NO! Not last night, please don't tell me it's so!"
I was silent for a few moments, not able to make eye contact with
her.
"When I made the snide comment about a "goodbye boink" I hit the
nail didn't I? How the fuck can I trust you or any man!" She said
as she turned away from me on the sofa and put her head in her
hands.
"Dianna, you'll have to trust me and believe me on this one. I
had no commitment to you and you know that. This only helped me
make the decision I made with you this morning. I don't expect
you to understand and I only tell you now because I could never
deceive you, or lie to you. It was a double edged dagger to tell
you or lie to you. Please hear me out." I said to her without
touching her.
I was sure if I tried to even touch her arm she would have pulled
away.
Her temper got the best of her as she stood and faced me.
"At least tell me that is wasn't some tramp or whore you picked
up somewhere, or you let pick YOU up. Tell me it was someone you
knew. Have a little ethics, I hope. How could I ever think that
ONE of your species might think with his big head rather than his
little one? You know other women look at me and envy me for my
looks, but all it's brought me is heartache and a lifelong line
of assholes who can't keep their dicks in their shorts. Homely
women marry homely men and they keep themselves happy for the
rest of their lives. Every guy I've ever been attracted to is a
loser." She said aiming her ire at me specifically.
"Dianna, hear me out. Anything I could have done to spare you
this pain, I would have done."
"Sure, anything short of not getting your cock wet."
"I've asked you to hear me out. I've been playing a cat and mouse
game with this woman for weeks now and yesterday it just
happened. I was riding home before my guilt over the pain I knew
it would cause hit me. She was a fantasy I've had for a long
time. If you knew the whole story you might understand, but let
me just say that the satisfaction I should have felt over being
with her was shot by the thought of you. I knew I had betrayed
you although I hadn't yet told you how I felt. That guilt and the
feeling of your betrayal was the deciding factor that I had
chased my last skirt."
"Sure, YOUR WORD on that is supposed to mean something. How can I
trust you?" She spat back.
"If that's the case, maybe I am sending you away tonight. No love
can grow out of deception or mistrust. If you can't trust me, you
can't love me and I'm sorry I created the situation." I said
distraught over the fact that I fucked this up.
"Dean, I don't know what to think. Deep in my heart I want to
trust you and take you at your word. But, something is nagging at
me that tells me I'll be sorry." She said turning away from me
and starting to cry.
I was at an impasse with her. There was no way I would take up
with anyone who didn't trust me. In fairness she had reason to
NOT trust me, but in reality she didn't. I had been honest with
her on all counts and didn't hide anything. If I had made a
commitment to her, it was in the last few hours and I truly
wouldn't go back on that word. However, I didn't see fit to argue
the point with her. She headed for the door and I couldn't nor
wouldn't stop her.
"Dianna, just let me say that I don't want you to go, and I will
call you later. Think about my words and remember I care for you
very deeply." I said as she nodded back to me and left.
The biggest pain I felt was over the hurt I caused her. I don't
think I could have pulled off the lie either, so straight forward
was the best way.
I thought about what I had done to fuck this whole thing up and
in the long run the worst thing I did was tell the truth. I asked
myself over and over if I promised Dianna, prior to my evening
with Sharon Smythe, that I would be true to her, and I hadn't.
Yes I was a tomcatting, leg humping, skirt chasing womanizer,
BUT, I knew I was capable of being a true blue partner in a
monogamous relationship, and I was so sure of that. If we were
going to make a go of our feelings melding into a relationship,
she would have to accept my word. Suddenly I felt I had the
hammer. After giving her sufficient time to stew and simmer our
words from earlier I called her home.
I got the answering machine, which sort of surprised me. If the
sitter was there she was monitoring the calls and would only pick
up with a code word, and I knew that word. It was "thesaurus".
As soon as the message finished and the beep sounded I simply
said the word and the sitter picked up.
"Dianna isn't home?"
"No, she ran some errands and just called to say she would be
home around 11. May I take a message?"
"No", I answered quizzically as I hung up.
I thought of the club, Stu Mulligans, where she found me a few
nights ago and decided to head there. The woman behind the bar
was a good ear and she had spent time there babbling life's
problems with her before.
I got into my car and headed out my cul-de-sac and took a right
onto the main drag. Right after I pulled out the car behind me
had their high-beams as they pulled from the curb. They shone
right in my eyes. I reached up to flip my mirror to defray the
glare, a move that usually alerted the offending driver to their
faux pas. When I looked to see if they had taken the hint I
realized the car behind me was Dianna's. Was she following me? I
made a series of illogical turns and she stayed right on my tail.
Damn! Did she think I was off to another woman or what? I drove
back home without making a stop. I went into the house and
directly out the back door and walked around the back of my
property and made my way to the highway and came up behind her
car as she sat and waited for my next move. I knocked on her
window.
She startled and almost screamed until she saw it was me.
"Is this how you're going to trust me? By keeping tabs on my
every move? If you want to chase me away entirely, you're doing a
great job." I yelled so she could hear through her slightly
cracked window.
I decided to repeat my own thoughts from earlier and leave. I had
enough of not being trusted.
"Yes, I am a tomcatting, leg humping, skirt chasing womanizer,
BUT, I KNOW that I am capable of being a true blue partner in a
monogamous relationship, and I am sure of that. If we're going to
make a go of our feelings melding into a relationship, you'll
have to accept my word. Period, Dianna. Godammit, PERIOD. The
first time I told you I was going to be that person was AFTER my
last affair. Accept that or go home and lose my number. I could
have lied to you about it all, but I took the high road. You
following me tonight was the lowest of all roads and all the
reason I should never trust you." I railed at her window before
she had time to react.
As I walked from her window back to my home I saw she was
bursting into tears and frankly I could care less. I was long out
of the seventh grade and that's all her stunt was, junior high
stuff. I was steamed to the max. I went into the house and poured
two fingers of Jack into a water glass and downed it. It was only
9:45 but sleep seemed the best remedy for how I felt. I turned
down the bed and got undressed. With the aid of my Tennessee pal
Jack I dropped off to sleep.
The consistent ring of my phone woke from my sound sleep. As I
picked up I saw it was 11:25. The caller ID showed Dianna's
number. I picked up expecting her ear to be to the receiver.
"I told you to lose my number unless you've come to your senses
and grown up." I blurted into the phone.
"Hello, my name is Lisa Hamilton. I baby sit for Dianna and she
gave me this number. She was supposed to be home at eleven and
its way after. Has she left?"
Ummm, . . . Oh . . . yes, she left quite while ago Lisa. Let me
get dressed and check a few places she might be. I'll back track
to the house. Don't be alarmed, everything will be OK." I lied as
I hung up.
"FUCK, what in hell did she do now?" I thought as I quickly got
dressed. Dianna was about the last woman and mother I know who
would get flaky.
I drove to the corner where I last saw her and her car was gone
so I traced the logical route she would take to her home and
didn't see her or the car. I decided to try Stu Mulligans as she
might be drowning her problems in a few glasses of wine. She
liked to talk to the pretty barkeep there.
Her car was in the lot out front so I hoped she would be inside.
There at the end of the bar, asleep and slumped over the top rail
was Dianna. I looked at Joyce the bartender with a questioning
look.
"She had too much and I took her keys. She fought for a few
minutes and then put her head in her hands to cry and fell
asleep. I was hoping you might come in. Guys kept buying her
drinks, trying to hit on her, but I stopped it. She got out of
hand before I knew it. I'm sorry. I think I only served her 3 or
4, but she's had more than that." Joyce said a little disgusted
with herself, as well as Dianna.
"Give me her keys and I'll lock up her car and bring her home."
Joyce knew me, but still took my ID and wrote down the
particulars and had me sign for the keys. She was covering for
herself and I couldn't blame her.
I tried to wake Dianna, but she was a goner. Passed out!
I threw her 105 pound body over my shoulder and got her outside.
With the help of a couple patrons I got her in my back seat and
drove her home.
Lisa Hamilton was worried, but relieved to see my car pull in.
Missy hadn't been disturbed and all was OK. I tipped her another
$20 and told her to be sure to keep this quiet. Missy's father
didn't seem to have a great interest in custody, but this would
be a great point to bring up in a legal fight later.
I set Dianna on the sofa and she fell over asleep or passed out,
take your pick. I wasn't about to leave her there like that so I
felt it best to try and wake her. I used a cold wash cloth on her
face, along with some verbal prodding to get her to come to. She
had no idea where she was or how she got there, but after a few
minutes awake she began to put it altogether. I made sure she
didn't feel sick and she assured me her stomach was OK. She
hadn't eaten since lunch and hadn't, by my figuring, had a drink
in almost 2 hours. Her stomach was probably empty.
The way she acted with me, she didn't remember our little spat
earlier, but I was sure she would. I wanted to get her in a
hangover avoidance mode so I went to my car and got my personal
little "kit". Multi-vitamin capsules, B-Complex capsules and
plenty of bottled water always worked for me when I had to get
bright as soon as possible.
I poured her a big glass of water and had her take 2 of each
capsule with the full glass of water. I had the kitchen trash can
handy in case they didn't stay down, but I bet she could absorb
the water easily. But that gave me another thought. She should
urinate soon to get the crap out of her system and revamp her
fluids.
She was only a little lucid but I had to try to reason with her.
The pills and the water were easy to get in her, she would have
drunk anything, having been so dry.
"Dianna, we're going to stand up and go to the bathroom so you
can pee. I'm going to help you get to the toilet, OK?"
She just nodded as if she knew it was something she had to do.
I got her shoes off and then helped her to her feet. Hanging onto
me for balance we walked down the hall to the bathroom. I asked
her if she was OK to pee by herself but I got a blank look. I
shinnied up her skirt as she tried to help but she was still all
thumbs. As soon as it was around her waist she plopped down on
the toilet.
She was still wearing her thong panty, but she started to pee
anyway. It drained right through the gauzy fabric so I decided
not to make a big deal of it. I opened her medicine cabinet and
there were a small pair of scissors stuck in the spools of first
aid tape, so I took them and cut both sides of the thong, letting
it fall into the bowl. After I patted her dry with paper I got
her to her feet again and walked her to her bedroom. I got her
clothes off and put a sleep tee that was under her pillow on her.
I sat her on the bed and got her to drink one more glass of
water. I laid her into the bed and covered her and she was
snoozing in no time. I waited until one o'clock before I called a
cab to bring me back to Stu Mulligans to get her car. At two
o'clock I finally left her house with her sleeping soundly, her
alarm was already set to get her up to prepare Missy for Pre-K or
daycare, I wasn't sure which. I left her purse, her keys and a
quick note to call me on her kitchen table.
I was dog tired myself and quickly fell asleep as soon as I got
home, knowing my eight o'clock alarm was but a few hours away.

Chapter Eight
My sleep was interrupted a second time by a ringing phone, but at
7:45 Bell's invention was only robbing me of 15 minutes of divine
sleep.
"Hello my sweet prince. I spoke to Lisa when I saw her go for her
bus this morning and I think I know what happened last night.
Thank you very much for rescuing me. I was very, very stupid to
do what I did. I underestimated you. What you did you would only
do for someone you cared deeply for. How I could turn you out or
doubt you is beyond me. If you still say you want to give it a go
with me I trust you with my heart if you'll trust me with yours."
Dianna said not letting me interrupt.
This was the first time she really made sure that she promised to
be careful with MY heart. I may be a leg humping dog at times,
but I have feelings too. I didn't want to let her off this easy,
but I couldn't bear to cause her any more pain.
"Let's start over again. Let's see, this is Saturday, right? Do
you have any plans for tonight?" I asked.
"I do, my Mother is taking us out for dinner to explain to Missy
about the Florida trip, and on Sunday I have to work a fashion
show at Boscov's in the early afternoon and then go to her other
Grandmothers to let HER explain about the trip. Missy has never
really been away from me and we really want her to be
comfortable. Umm, maybe she can spend the evening with Grandma
and I can pick her up later. I don't want her to spend the night
because she has her Pre-K on Monday morning and they're having
cupcakes, which I have to make, for her birthday. So maybe late
Sunday afternoon we can be together. I really want to see you
Dean." Dianna explained.
I was quickly learning the trials and tribulations of dating a
REAL Mom. Dianna was gorgeous enough to put up with this. The
fact she took the responsibility of parenthood and the way she
loved her daughter so much were actually two of her endearing
qualities of heart that I admired most. She had laid the law down
with her agent that she mostly works locally and any out of town
work must be arranged with an on-site nanny of sorts to be
available. I kidded her about her vast underwear work and the
fact I had seen a lot of her before we ever dated.
As long as she didn't bring up my past, which overall wasn't any
of her business, we could make a clean try of this famously. I
had been taking a home AIDS test religiously for over 2 years and
was always negative and I always used condoms if I had a
question. I usually find out about partners in casual
conversation and make my judgment then. If I ever had one small
doubt I never went through with the sex. Of the last 3 women I
had exchanged fluids with 2 had been celibate for about a year or
more, and Carol was but 21 and only had one partner for quite
some time. I had been good at picking partners and making myself
feel relatively safe. I certainly hadn't been with any
homosexuals or intravenous drug users. I felt that besides my
word, she had no questions to ask me.
Saturday was a very busy day in the Pharmacy and I barely had
time to stop for a lunch break. I wanted Doreen to audit the
controlled aisles and balance them versus the computer Saturday
evening. It was usually slow enough Saturday evening for her to
get it done, but I wanted to make sure she didn't have a back up
when she started. We each had to do 3 audits a month and mail
them to the Feds, as well as Friends main office. Hers was due by
a notice I received. Most times we do them and the other has no
clue so there can be no cahoots or finagling of figures. I stayed
a bit late to catch up everything with her and was off to home. I
was tired from the running around half the night before so I was
home and out of trouble for the evening.
Sunday morning found me bored to the hilt and while thumbing the
newspaper I saw the ad for the Boscov's fashion review and
consulting fair that day. I decided to browse the mall and maybe
see Dianna for a second or two.
I looked around the different shows scheduled and didn't see
Dianna's name or picture and began to wonder if she canceled out.
Then as I went into the women's department I saw a line for
"Professional bra fitting by well known lingerie model "Dianna"
from noon until 2 pm". Well, if I had only known I could have
assisted her, I laughed to myself. I'm wasting time in the mall,
and she's checking out boobs behind a screen. What's wrong with
this picture? I wouldn't let on that I saw her "booth" there and
would see if she owned up to it when I saw her.
I decided to check out a few pairs myself and went to the Hooters
in the mall for lunch. Apparently all the real busty girls were
down getting fitted by my girlfriend, because there weren't too
many over flowing cups in the restaurant. The mall locations of
Hooters tend to be more exposed flat belly's and round asses than
buxom women. I'm sure in the mall they try and turn down the
overt sexuality. As I was finishing up my burger I saw Sharon
Smythe approaching my table.
"Hi Dean, fancy meeting you here. I can do better than most of
the girls in here if its breasts you're interested in she said
under her breath. As a matter of fact, I just had my bra
professionally fitted and I've been wearing a too small bra, come
to find out. Do you mind if I sit with you?" Sharon said in a
very friendly, open tone.
"Ya know Sharon, it might not be such a good idea. I kind of
promised another woman that I wouldn't play around so much after
the other night and if she saw you here with me, she just
wouldn't understand."
"Do you mean you were caught cheating?"
"No, I was a free man that night, but not so much anymore. I'll
explain it sometime in the store." I said to get her to move on
before my luck would run out.
Imagine if Dianna knew one of the women she fitted was the one I
plundered Thursday night. I got out of Hooters and the mall as
fast as I could and went home to wait for Dianna to come over.
I had no idea what sort of mood she would be in when she got to
my house, but I hoped she would be receptive to just hanging with
me and not going out. I really wanted serious alone time for
talking and intimacy.
I was surprised when I heard her car in the drive at 2:30. She
had made fast work of getting Missy to Grandma's and over to my
place. I opened the door and she ran into my arms and we kissed.
I fought to break the kiss so I could close the door and she was
back on me again.
"Let's never fight like that again." She whispered to me. "We
both said hateful things we didn't mean."
"I think we're both a little crazy over the situation and a clean
start is best." I whispered back.
We took our necking over to the sofa and it was apparent she
wanted to play before any long conversations got started. We were
all over each other touching and squeezing before she broke the
clench and asked me to undress her.
She stood up and extended a hand to me and I joined her. I began
to unbutton the back of her blouse and saw her perfect light tan
on her back. I kissed her shoulders and turned her around to get
the snaps on the side of her skirt so I could lower the side
zipper. When it was loose enough it fell and she was there in a
matching bra and panty set, much like the way she looked in the
catalogs she appeared in. She was a picture of beauty, with the
skin, the hair and the perfect body.
She quickly went for my shirt buttons saying I "had to catch up
to her". Before I had any chance to protest my shirt was off and
she was working on my belt. In a moment we were both standing in
our underwear before each other.
She had her fingers between her breasts on the catch of her bra
as she looked at me and said, "Well what's next?" with a sly sexy
smile on her face.
"Is that a real question?, . . .  because I have a definite
answer." I said in all seriousness.
"What would you answer if it was?"
"I'd like to see you, in that sexy underwear, take out my cock
and suck it, kiss it and caress it until it cums. Then I'll be
ready to make love to you for a long, long time, at least until
you make enough noise that the neighbors will call the police."
"Yeah? Is that what you want? What do I do with all that cum? Do
I smear it all over my face, or shoot it on my breasts or . . . .
"
"Swallow it, taste me, and fill your little belly with it. And
then I'll taste and swallow all of you."
"Would that make you happy? I've never really done that before,
at least on purpose."
"It's me, it's my essence. Taste it like I would like to taste
yours. When you move your mouth over me after I've climaxed it's
an amazing rush. It completes my orgasm." I confided.
"For you, I'll try it, but I make no promises on liking it. It's
for you. But you know I would love to suck and taste your cock,
it's beautiful." She assured me with a sexy tone.
I put a finger to her chin as she began to kneel down.
"Never do anything that you don't want to or will feel
uncomfortable with. This is supposed to be making love. If I like
it and you don't, it's not making love."
She nodded her head and kissed my lips and then my chest as she
bent leaving kisses down to my navel. Her hand came up and cupped
my balls through my underwear as her lips passed over my BVDs
kissing the head of the bulge I was presenting.
Using both hands she opened the pocket of my briefs and pulled
the length of my cock out, pressing it up to my stomach while she
kissed the underside of the shaft. Then her hand went back into
the pocket and stretched it out a bit before taking my balls
gingerly in her hand and pulling them through the pocket as well.
I was completely out of my briefs, while still wearing them.
I once tried to figure how many blowjobs I had gotten, and
including a horny young divorcee I lived with just out of
college, I came up with 500. I mention the horny young divorcee,
Lainie, because in our three months plus together, she sucked me
at least twice a day and sometimes 3 or 4. It was every morning
and every night and any time we were in the car more than an
hour, or if she got bored watching TV, anytime. She loved my cock
and could not get enough. She was a tiny nymphet who found my
cock a bit big for her pussy to have frequent intercourse, but
loved to finger her box while she filled her mouth. Our
relationship wasn't love, it was sex. The night before she left
to go to University of Indiana, to complete a nursing scholarship
she had put on hiatus for getting married (it lasted just 3
months), she told me she kept a rough count and it was 250. She
was constantly horny and I can say I never saw her in a bad mood
or even cry. She was happy with her "Purple Huggie" in her mouth.

I mention all of this not to brag but to tell you that I was
about to get what would be the best blowjob of my life.
Technically she was making love to me with her mouth, but I know
what a blowjob is. She was slow and deliberate never giving me
the chance to throw my head back and enjoy it because she kept
doing things to make me want to watch and enjoy it. She
configured her hand, hands, and fingers in a hundred different
positions on me as her mouth sucked, licked and chewed on me. She
licked and flicked the underside cleavage of my cock head like it
was a tiny pussy and she was searching for the clit. A moment
later her thumb was between my balls searching for the root
attachment of my cock with her thumb and she would slowly work it
up the entire length to push out any pre-cum I was producing.
Only as her thumb was reaching the top of my cock did I realize
that my balls filled her mouth. When the pearl she was pushing
came out of the tip her tongue followed the path of her thumb and
ate the head of my cock like a sweet plum, getting all my pre cum
juice. Yes, she had done this before and if any guy came
accidentally in her mouth, she could never blame them. If she
wasn't in love with me, she was certainly already in love with my
cock. After 6 or 8 minutes of this oral foreplay suddenly I
realized she kneeling up straight and bobbing her head over the
tip of my cock. Her hands held my buttocks and she was in one
steady rhythm. Now I could finally drop my head back and enjoy
the lush feeling, but I felt my own rumblings quickly come to
fruition. I didn't thrust and I let her do all of the work, which
she clearly enjoyed.
"You're going to get me Di. Get it, get it, GET IT!
ARRRRGGGGHHHH!" I bellowed as I blasted into her sweet soft
mouth.
I pressed out two surges and the third was nigh when the sides of
her mouth opened and my cum came spilling out. When my third
spurt hit she coughed and gagged, leaning back and turning her
head to cough, but still working the base of my cock with her
little hand. After recovering she sat right up and covered the
head of my cock with her mouth and milked whatever I had left
into her mouth. She apparently was able to handle this as she
swallowed my after-drops. She massaged my post orgasmic cock with
her mouth and tongue much to my pleasure.
When I began to squirm on my feet she let me go and knelt back
onto her haunches.
"I'm sorry I lost most of it. The volume surprised me and you
really shot right to the back of my throat. I did taste you, but
I'll do better."
"Oh God Dianna, it wasn't a test. It was the best. You'll always
please me." I said as I extended a hand so she could stand up and
we could hug and kiss. I ran my hands down over her panty covered
ass and knew that I had to eat this little morsel. She was
proving to be as exotic and erotic as she looked. We were so
compatible in so many other ways and her personality was not the
slightest bit what you might expect of a beautiful model. There
was no conceit or pretentiousness in her style or personality.
I broke the kiss and drew my hands up her back and to the front
of her bra and I unsnapped it. Her breasts were just perfect and
denied the fact she was a mother or 30 years old.
"Sit and I will unwrap the present you have for me." I said as
she smiled demurely and turned to plop down on my sofa.
I knelt between her legs and bent to kiss her breasts and
nipples. She was already quite excited there as her buds were
hard and obviously wanting of my attention as evidenced by her
sighs. I eventually worked my way down her stomach and abdomen to
the top of her panty. She instinctively lifted her butt from the
sofa and I slipped them off her. The "D" she had carved out in
her fiery pubic hair was freshly trimmed. I kissed my way around
it to her bright coral colored puffy pussy. I kissed and licked
my way around the whole of her sexual opening before I kissed her
little bud of a clit. I used my fingers to spread her open and I
licked down through her gash to her inner lips and tasted her
deep pussy as she sighed in anticipation. I drew my attention to
her clit and began to write my name with my tongue over it. She
began to puff hard as her first spasm was coming out and I saw
she was easily orgasmic. This was no fake as she shuddered and
her body jumped as if shocked. I wondered if she was sexual
enough to let me massage her G spot and let it work. Many women
fear the initial feelings it brings and they think they are
losing bladder control. Dianna might just trust me enough, I
hoped.
I knelt up straight and kept my tongue to her clit while I pushed
my index finger into her. I basically try to touch my tongue with
my finger through the upper wall of her vagina, digging with my
finger. She was responding to my tongue when she suddenly got
VERY vocal with her shouts of approval. Biologically, this was
her G-spot sponge filling with its ejaculatory fluid. She began
to buck under me making pushing away motions with her arms,
without really touching me.
I lifted my head to say just a few words. "Let go, let it
finish."
I kept my licking of her clit and the rubbing of my finger until
her whoops of pleasure got closer together. When she tried to
move her ass down into the sofa while seemingly try to push out
with her pussy I felt she was ready.
"Shoot my sweet lover, shoot!"  I said as I backed away. One
short spurt escaped from her as her faced filled with alarm.
I pressed my face right back into her clit and went on licking
while my finger kept busy. Seconds later she began the same cycle
as before and this time a longer spurt escaped but her hands shot
to her pussy to cover up and protect herself from me.
"What was that!!?" She said through relieving puffs of air into
her lungs.
"THAT, was an ejaculation and now you know how it feels." I said
as I lined my newly enlivened cock up with her pussy.
While her mind searched for an answer as what had happened to her
I plunged into her soaked pussy.
"OHHHHH Ahhhhhh, GOD!" she exclaimed as I bent over her and
started fucking her little shapely body.
Her arms clasped around me as she shouted in loud whispers in my
ear.
"I love you, I love the way you love me. Fuck me, fuck me ugh ugh
ugh ugh." She said in a moment of passion.
I discounted the "I love you" and didn't take it for its word
worth. No way was she that shallow and I knew that no one was "in
love" in such the short time of a couple months.
Dianna and I engaged in a long slow, sometimes frenzied fuck. I
knew I could last for quite a time, as long as she was creamy
enough for a comfortable screw. I knelt up and watched her cum; I
bent over her and hugged my bare chest to her beautiful breast. I
held onto her shoulders and slapped my hips to her pussy as her
breasts jerked with the force of my thrusts. If she came 4 times
it was an understatement and I had the fingernail marks on my
arms and back to show for most of them. But alas I felt the
rumbling in my balls as my orgasm began to run through me. I
would have loved to pull from her and bring my cock to her mouth
and have her taste herself as well as me, but this was too
genteel a moment for that. I asked for her hands and she caught
on quick that I wanted them as the fulcrum for my pushing my cum
into her. My weight hung on her upturned hands, her pussy and the
tips of my toes on my floor.
My orgasm swept over me quickly as I barely had time to bear down
and force my spurts. It flowed from me as some of my ejaculatory
muscles were still worn out from her oral work. However this
orgasm was special in its feeling as it ran from me, my balls
quickly deflating. I forced her arms outwardly from their elbowed
perch to fall onto her. I puffed loudly into her ears as she
whimpered into my ear all of her feelings of what she called "the
best fuck of her life". I discounted those feelings as spur of
the moment ramblings until she spoke her next words.
"I would love to have the baby this would have made. It would be
the most beautiful child."
I didn't know what to make of her words and I looked at her a
little funny.
"Don't be frightened, I'm not trying to rush anything or rope
you. I simply have this awesome aura around me right now and
you've made me feel very special. If I could get pregnant right
now, it would have been the perfect union." She said relieving
me.
"It was very special, but you made it happen. You're so beautiful
and responsive. We made great things happen." I said.
I didn't want to pull from the warm pudding of pussy I was in,
but this sort of feeling couldn't last forever. I grabbed my
underwear for her to use to catch any part of my orgasm that
would drip from her as I stood.
"Can we shower together?" She asked cautiously.
"Mmmm I hoped you might ask," Was my response as we made our way
to my bathroom. I had a larger square tub with Jacuzzi jets, but
at that moment I wished I had a large shower stall. Ever since
the night with Evvy Tucker in her guest bedroom shower stall I
craved that setting.
I adjusted the water and held the half-circular curtain for her
to step in. We embraced and let the water rush over us. Somewhere
inside of me there was this fear that when the water rushed over
her face there would be a rush of make-up washing her pretty face
down the drain. Much to my relief there was not (and I later
learned that she wore little, if any make-up besides lipstick).
She freely let me wash and touch every little inch of her. She
had already promised the prospect of anal sex in her throes of
passion our first night together, so I wasn't afraid, nor did I
ask for permission, to touch her most private little hole. She
apparently had had a complete healthy sex life with her husband.
Unfortunately her husband had many other partners. (FOOL)
My second orgasm had wiped me out pretty good so our shower time
didn't put me in a permanent hard-on state, but I could have
raised the flag if I needed. Seeing her whole body and touching
it was a wonder. She was every bit as beautiful as I had
suspected with nary a flaw to her 30 year old super structure. I
was really looking forward to getting to know her intimately on
every level. As she washed me it was apparent that her feelings
about me were mutual. When she washed my genitals her
appreciation for them was obvious. She made me feel like we were
both beautiful people, even though I paled in comparison to her
beauty. It was a great feeling though.
Our intimacy that day served to knock down all the walls of
propriety on any subject. We freely discussed every facet of a
relationship and made me feel at ease about entering in a bond
with her. Before she left to go and get her daughter, Missy, she
said there were a few things she wanted to cover.
"Wednesday Missy leaves with her grandmas and we are free to meet
anytime and anywhere. Do you think you can get a few days off so
we can take advantage of that? I would love to fall asleep and
wake up with you a few times in our two week "window" of
opportunity." She asked me.
"That's entirely up to my second and my district supervisor. He
usually has enough help to go around, and Doreen usually could
accommodate me when I need time. I always repay the favor. Once
that's out of the way, I would love to spend that kind of time
with you." I told her with an anticipated smile.
Then she stepped up to me and I thought she was going to bid me
good night, but she put one arm around my neck and held my
package with the other.
"Lastly, it's been 5 or so hours since we put your friend to
work, and I would love to feel him in my mouth again. I've missed
these intimate moments for the past year and I want to take
advantage of you and satisfy myself." She purred to me.
"How can I refuse something I might enjoy so much, but how about
you?" I asked wanting my own chance to please her.
"My little pussy is still happy and a bit tingly-sore from all
the nasty things you did earlier. You came a little quick the
other night, but today you worked me over good. I'm not
complaining, mind you." She insisted as she sat on the sofa and
patted the cushion beside her for me.
She turned in her well tailored outfit and kissed me as her hand
went right to my growing bulge. After stroking it through my
pants she lowered my zipper and fished me out of the slash (I
didn't put on underwear after our shower). She stroked me as we
continued to neck and then without warning or words she lifted
her mouth from mine and turned to engulf my cock with her mouth.
She gently bobbed her head over me as I watched the back of her
red head go to town on me. Dianna was enjoying making me happy
and knew how to make it come to a quick wet conclusion. One hand
snaked into my pants and fondled my balls and the other wrapped
around the base and stroked me lightly in time with her bobbing.
I decided to let her handle my orgasm as she pleased, but I
wasn't going to announce it. She had tasted sperm before, no
doubt, and had at least a sample of mine earlier in the day. I
even wondered if this whole seduction was to show me that she was
willing to try something that I asked for and obviously pleased
me.
When I felt my climax coming I moved in ways that must have
alerted her of my impending explosion. I groaned and grabbed the
edge of the sofa cushion as I spent into her mouth. I was certain
it was not a large volume of seed but it sure felt wonderful to
have her tongue wipe over and over the head of my cock after I
shot. She knew to decrease the suction on me, so as not to kill
me and draw in the top of my head after my delivery. She bobbed
and worked her mouth and tongue softly over me and knew just when
to stop and lift her mouth from me. She kept her face away from
me until I heard her make one hard swallow. Whether she was
trying to make sure I didn't see her make a sour face or just
wanted the moment private, I don't know. She sat back and smiled
at me and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand just before I
sought out her mouth to kiss and neck with. She may have been
surprised at my anxiousness to taste her mouth so quickly after,
but I've told you before that if a woman is expected to taste me,
I have no aversion.
Once she knew her mouth was not "off limits" to me our kiss
became deeper and hotter.
"I better go before I get more involved and have another problem
on my hands. I'll call you at the pharmacy tomorrow. I'm not sure
of my schedule, but I do want to spend as much time with Missy as
I can. I have a product promotion Monday and a photo shoot early
on Tuesday that I can bring her to. Let me know what you find out
about Wednesday, or any few days for that matter." She said
before kissing me once again.
I got up and put myself back into my pants and walked her to the
door. We kissed and looked into each others eyes.
"I can't wait until I see you again." I said as I kissed her one
last time.
She said "Me either." And she was off. I watched her leave
wondering how deeply I had bitten into Eve's apple. I could
definitely fall in love with this woman as I got to know her
better in so many other ways. I knew that sexually we were quite
compatible. Some woman I had spent a lot of sack time with early
on in relationships wondered if they could stretch out to
accommodate my fatter than average cock. But I was explained once
by a doctor that it was more me rubbing in places the woman had
never been rubbed than stretching. The doc told me what I had
read years ago, any woman can accommodate any man. I was hoping
for the best for us. I couldn't wait for the next two weeks to
come.

Chapter Nine
It doesn't seem right to be thankful for pain or discomfort, but
no more had Dianna left that I felt a pang right in the tip of my
cock. I had cum 3 times in a short while and the little muscle
that pushes my payload out the tip was over worked and sore. Ahh,
but it was a good sore. I imagined myself sitting at my stylist
and seeing a man ogle Dianna in an ad he was reading. I could tap
him on the shoulder and say, "I been fucked and sucked to the
point of overwork by her and she's looking forward to the next
time."
She was a true beauty, but more than anything she was a wonderful
person. I liked so many things about her. One was that she had
principles and no one or no thing could sway her from them.
Another was that she would follow her heart bravely. She should
have dumped me unceremoniously from any aspirations I had of
becoming her "boyfriend", yet she easily swallowed her pride to
let fate resume its course, willing to allow strict addendum to
those hard principles. Unspokenly, I knew I was on a strict
probation and I had no wiggle room.
She was gone no more than an hour and I missed her already. It
felt so good to have someone to talk and communicate with, and be
intimate with whose life didn't revolve around the next party or
happy hour. The other women I had my most recent steady
relationships with I met in bars and their lives were based on
partying around who they met in bars and clubs. I had been truly
looking for love in all the wrong places. Meeting someone like
Dianna showed me I was one of those bar people, or would become
one if I stayed in that scene. I mean, I liked the drinking and
loose women, but I was also aware that my penchant for sex had a
lot to do with male ego and constantly having to prove I could
bed down most any woman who gave me a few minutes to work my
charm on. But now, as a real first in my life, my bedroom antics
were to show Dianna how much I cared for her. For once I was with
a woman who had control of her life. The turns her life took, she
steered into and she had made few errors. In our long post-sex
rap session she admitted she had made 3 huge mistakes in her
life. One was marrying her husband, the second was trusting him
even when things seemed "not quite right" and the third was
getting pass-out drunk a few nights before with little regard for
her daughters well-being.

"I shirked my responsibility as a parent and uncharacteristically
threw out any precepts of caution." She said almost in tears at
her actions.

"But don't you think that deep down inside you sort of knew I
might come to your rescue? Little Lisa knew where to call when
you were late." I queried.

"I could sugar coat it and let you believe that, but I had every
intention of driving to Pulaski that night and finding my ex and
reaming him out for ruining my life. I got confused at the triple
split on 81 and ended up on Fayette Street so I stopped at Stu
Mulligans for a few more shots of bravery. I had already drunk a
few of those bottled cocktails after you chewed me out. A few? I
chugged the whole four-pack. Joyce made me a Long Island Iced Tea
before she realized I was drunk already. She took my keys and I
fought with her until I passed out on the bar. I remembered some
of this after I cleaned out my car the other morning and found
the bag with the four emptys. I stopped to apologize to Joyce and
she really bawled me out over the asshole I was. She's a single
Mom too. I mean, I knew Lisa would call you but when you couldn't
find me, or if something happened to me, I wanted you to feel
guilty. I told you it was in my top three and now you know why."
She tearfully confessed.

"Passions." I said. "We all react differently to passions. Most
of us do stupid things that are way out of our realm. You had
already pre-planned how you and I would end up and when I
short-circuited that, with your own monkey wrench, you let
passion take over and you thought you could turn back time if you
saw your ex."

"Well, aren't you Sigmund Freud? If I hadn't already tasted your
very core and felt you bring me close to death by orgasm as well
as making my body do something I didn't think possible, I would
think you were full of shit. However I know I was blaming him for
everything because he screwed up my plans for life so much. I
hate to look too far ahead, but if things work out with you, it
will all have been worth it." She replied wistfully.
"You can only speak for yourself, but, I know I'm happy right now
and we should just go about this a day at a time and see where
the road brings us, but I am with you, until I feel otherwise, I
promise." I swore to her.
"Dean, I know every relationship is day to day and nothing is set
in stone until things click, but I think we're doing good." She
said as she spooned into me.

We spent the better part of 3 hours talking about everything
under the sun including ourselves, relationships in general,
world politics and even religion. Dianna was smart and well read
with studied opinions of a lot of current events. If the word
bimbo ever came into your mind when thinking of the beautiful
Dianna, you clearly did not know her. But her sexuality was never
in question. After consummating our relationship with mutual oral
lovemaking, and a long love making session that included her
introduction to female ejaculation, we had this long mind
session, but before she left she still needed to satisfy her urge
to love me with her mouth again. I WAS a lucky man.

When I had finally set and secured with my days off it worked out
for me to be free Wednesday through the following Tuesday, and
then Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. Dianna's little Missy
was due home on the Wednesday. I was going to formally meet her
on that day if we felt we should pursue our relationship further.


I spoke briefly with Dianna both Monday and Tuesday in stolen
moments from her busy schedule. She was "on the job" and had
Missy with her so time for me was limited. She did refer to
looking forward to our time alone in the coming week, and that
always left me a little weak in the knee and flustered between my
legs. Just as I hung up with her on Tuesday afternoon I looked up
to see Sharon Smythe waiting at the counter cove to speak with
me. Clarissa my pharmacy assistant had been waving to me to alert
me to a waiting customer. I walked to the cove and leaned forward
to be sure we were private.

"Dean, I was worried I got you in trouble the other night. I
wouldn't have come on so strong here in the store if I knew you
were engaged or something." Sharon said with a worried look.
"No, you may have misunderstood me. I was a totally free man the
other day and not even seeing someone what you might call steady.
If anyone was improper, it was me." I told her to abate any guilt
she may have had over the tryst.
"Oh God," Sharon said rolling her eyes and leaning up to whisper.
"Improper? It was the most fulfilling night of my life and you
made me see that I have to get out in circulation again.
Yesterday a man ogled me in the grocery store and he was cute, so
I smiled back. Long story short, we got to talking and I'm going
to movie with him tonight."
"Well, don't be too trusting with a stranger."  I cautioned her.
"He doesn't know my last name and I'm meeting him at the
theatre." She said proudly, "and I just wanted to thank you for
waking me up to the life that's out there. I felt like an old
maid and you made me feel like something or someone I always
wondered if I could be."

"Well I don't know if I can take credit for that," I said still
leaning in to keep our conversation private, "I just saw an
incredible body with the pretty face that flirted with me. I'm
glad I could make you happy."

"If you ever want to come back for more, just give me a wink, but
I promise I won't stalk you or try to interfere with your life. I
just want you to know how much I appreciate you." She said with a
blush.

"Let's just say that I owed something to the love gods and now
I've repaid my debt and passed it on." I said whimsically,
thinking of my awakening with Evvy.

"What? I don't get it . . . "

"Please don't try, just remember to pass it on." I said with a
grin as I backed away toward my station again.

"OK . . . ? I guess I know what you're talking about. Be well
Dean."

"You do the same Sharon and be careful."

Sharon's talk with me was quite unnecessary, but she made me feel
good about myself over something I should have felt guilt over. I
could go forward with Dianna now with a totally clear conscience.
I went through the day with a spring in my step knowing that I
was off from work for the next 7 days and 11 of the next 14, and
I would be with Dianna. When I got home there was a message from
her on the phone.

"Hi Dean honey, sorry this is so harried but I missed you at work
and now I'm bringing Missy to my mothers and we'll spend the
night there so I can drive them all to the airport in the
morning. They finally got their flight times straightened out.
I'll be back home and settled by 10 o'clock or so, if . . . if
you want a late breakfast, hot and home cooked, umm . . . I know
what I'm having. (giggle)"

Well, I knew what SHE wanted to do on our first day together, and
as good as it sounded I was already wary of something I didn't
want to fall into. I certainly wanted to get to know her body and
the pleasures it could bring me, as well as her knowing mine and
its possibilities, but I didn't want to base our relationship on
sex alone. I was aware that every couple, when they first get
intimate, goes through the honeymoon stage. I just wanted to make
sure we built our relationship together through other activities.
I had thought I was in perfect relationships before and once the
sexual insatiability wore off, we had nothing. So, when I showed
up on her doorstep Wednesday morning I was happy at her greeting
when she opened the door in sexy silk pajamas. She took both of
my hands and turned me into the wall beside the door once I was
inside. Holding my hands at her sides she pressed herself right
up to me and looked demurely up into my eyes.

"Dean, I don't want you to think that I'm a bad girl or anything
like that. I want to use this time alone together to get to know
each other in every way we can, and one of those ways is going to
be sexual and we already know how hot we can be. We can explore
everything else about each other, but today I just want you to
myself. Do you understand what I'm trying to say? You see, I'm a
real sexual lady and my job depends on me being sexy and to come
home every night for the last year and not have anyone to release
that energy on has been frustrating. Many nights I put Missy to
bed and went to bed alone with fantasies running through my head.
Can we just spend the day appeasing me and my sexual dreams? I'm
sure I'll make you happy..."

"God Dianna! What can I say? I came here with the same ideas to
express. Not about the fantasies, but about just making us a true
couple where we can weave our lives together. Sex is certainly
important to me as an expression of our feelings as well as the
just plain recreation of it all. Why would I think you're a "bad
girl"? Everybody likes sex." I wondered joyously.

"Would you think I was a bad girl if I told you I wasn't going to
let you leave the house today, or tonight for that matter? Would
you think I was a bad girl if I told you that I dug up a couple
of the toys I had hidden away for the past year?"

"Things you used with your ex?" I said surprised.

"No, things I bought when I threw him out and thought I might
need them to get by. You know, before I decided to go it solo
until I found the right man, . . YOU! So, I have a year of
frustrations to work out, are you up to the task?"

I took my hands from her grip and slid them around to her ass and
squeezed hard as I planted my lips to hers. When I regripped the
globes of her ass I became aware of something foreign touching
the tips of my index fingers. She had inserted a butt plug. I
pulled back to give her a look of surprise and she spun in my
arms and pressed her ass against me. I slipped one hand over the
silk fabric of her top to her left tit and the other went between
her legs to cup her pussy. To my surprise, my carved initial in
her pubic fur was gone and there was a vibration coming from her
pussy. I was no expert on sex toys but I knew a vibrating egg by
its buzz in my fingertips. I looked into her eyes and saw an
almost embarrassed look, but a gleam gave her away. I swept her
up in my arms and walked her back through the house past the bar
where she stripped for me a few days ago and into the bedroom
that was lit with water candles.

When I set her down and she looked back to me with those eyes; I
damn near melted right there. I'm not sure if I totally expressed
to you how knock down beautiful this woman is. If it were her
want, she could easily get herself into a centerfold in Penthouse
or Playboy. Her body was flawless with a face and a smile framed
by her flaming red hair. Her personality put on no airs, she was
totally approachable and quick to greet anyone she passed on the
street with a smile. Yet here she was totally prepared to give me
her every charm and pleasure.

"I don't want to be, nor do I want us to be totally about sex,
but I've been smoldering for a year . . . . "

"Shhhh, there's no need to explain any more." I said interrupting
her.

True to her word, she was smoldering, and it took little to fan
her flames into an outright inferno. Whether it was her piece of
shit husband, or men before him, which I doubt, she knew every
pleasure to give or get from a man and she did it deftly without
reserve. When she discovered her G-spot and then took my orgasm
into her mouth and sucked and swallowed it from me, it might have
been the last vestige of sexual innocence on what was now a
smooth plain of fiery sexual giving and receiving.

After I had licked and sucked her now totally shorn mound and
pussy to hot wet orgasms she was quick to cover my genitals with
her mouth and tongue teasing them to near bursting before she
climbed on me and rode the both of us to loud climaxes. It was in
the afterglow of that ride where she renewed the promise from our
first time together, "I hope the day comes when you can push this
cum....even up my ass if we can fit this big thing in." She told
me how she learned to like backdoor sex. It was something from
her marriage bed that she had thought would keep her husband from
ever wanting to stray. It was her total sexual gift that they got
to enjoy because he was the only to ever have her that way. She
now wanted to make the statement, even though he may never know,
that even though he may have gotten her butt-cherry, it was no
longer his. She wanted to give it to me. As she talked frankly
about her penchant for rear-end pleasures she began to finger and
manipulate my softened cock. Soon she had it at full mast with
her face teasingly close until she popped up from the bed.

"I'm going to let the rest of your cum from my pussy, and then
take a long pee. When I come back I want you to take out my rump
plug and fuck me with that hard cock." She said in a tone and a
physical pose that would have tempted any God, let alone mortal.

As she walked into the bathroom I watched her perfect ass
disappear from the room in the glow of candles and the ambient
light that escaped from around the closed blinds. Her gait, as
well as the dimple at the bottom of her cheek split, gave away
the fact she had an appliance stuck up her cute ass. The fact I
was going to fuck that ass which certainly had been in the hopes
and dreams of any man who caught sight if it in lingerie ads was
over whelming me. I was sure I might wake up in my own bed with a
handful of jerk out cum, but moments later she came back into the
room with a squeeze bottle and a naughty smile.

"I shouldn't have allowed you to touch me there the other night
when all extra-curricular sex was off limits, but it felt so good
and made me feel so naughty." She said as he crawled onto the bed
and kissed me before taking my cock in her hands again.

"This is definitely a lot bigger than my husband or any toy I've
tried. Let's get nasty." She said as she moved beside me and
assumed the position, her ass in the air and her head buried in
her arms.

I suggested she turn over so we might do it face to face, but she
looked at me with a pout that could buy her a fleet of
Rolls-Royce'.

"No, this is the way, get behind me." She said sexily, but with a
firmness that made me move.

Behind her, the squeeze bottle on the mattress between her legs,
the view was awesome. While her fair skin was not as white as
some redheads, hers was still light and pink, not to mention
perfect. The dark hue of her pussy was stunning in contrast to
the pink white split of her spread. I reached and took hold of
the plug in her butt and twisted it a bit to get a better grip as
I heard her exhale deeply. I gave it one firm pull and the bulb
stretched her little hole as it slid out and revealed itself as a
squatty exclamation point when held by its little handle above
the dot her anus made. She groaned loudly as it slipped out
(thankfully) clean.

I looked down at the perfect pink skin of her ass and inside her
cheeks and realized it was the prettiest I had ever seen. I
wondered if her kind of underwear modeling made it necessary to
bleach the usually darkened area around the pucker as I drizzled
some of the lube into her split and saw it gutter into her
dilated hole. She felt it drizzle in as evidenced by the
instinctive anal kiss she threw me.  I grew impatient to stab
myself into her and she too was acting like a nervous rider
waiting for a train. I coated my cock with the lube, wiping my
hand in her ass and accenting it with a playful slap. When I put
my hand on her coccyx and touched my cock head to her dilated
aperture she resettled her arms and head saying "slowly and all
the way, don't stop for me".

The head slid easily past her stretched hole but as I moved past
she began to mewl, growl and moan in one long sound, reminding me
of an animal caught in a trap at first, but she would end each
outburst with a pleasurable sound like an "ahhh" before emanating
another long, low gritty outburst. My balls no more met her pussy
when she raised her head and in a voice I barely believed was
hers she said "All the way out, all the way in . . slowly".

I was a little creeped out by her words and the growl and
guttural rake from her throat. Was she some kind of real kink
hiding in that gorgeous body? One little bit of me wanted to be
away from her not able to comprehend what was happening. However
being balls deep in the most fuckable pink asshole I've ever
seen, I wasn't about to get moral. I pulled slowly from her as
the rake from her throat continued and her fingers gripped the
sheets. Just as the corona of my cockhead began to escape the
ring of her hole I slid back into her, slowly, steadily until my
balls again touched her pussy and I repeated my deliberate
withdrawal. I kept this up over and over enjoying the sheer grip
she had on me until I realized she was working me over with her
rectal muscles. I was getting the fuck of my life and she was
getting louder. I must have been doing but 4 or 5 strokes a
minute but suddenly she was cumming, and she was loud as her body
jerked and vibrated and she fell forward pulling off of me and
rolling to her side. She smiled up at me.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh that was IT! That's
yours now until someone else takes it and they'll have to fight
me." She said with a relieving sigh and grin that I didn't really
understand.

My cock was as hard as I ever remember it as it shone from the
lube and her juices in the candle and escaped daylight shimmers
from the blinds.

"Jerk it off on me and we'll shower. I'll make you dinner." She
whispered loud and sexy.

I didn't need coaxing; I wanted to get it off. Once I began to
stroke myself she locked her eyes to mine and teased me.

"Your cock was like a pole up my behind, but it felt awesome. It
found a spot you can't touch in my pussy. Now boil up that cum.
Try to hit my mouth if you can. Stroke it, that greasy cock you
dragged in and out of my ass. Is that why I catch men looking at
my ass? Do they all want to fuck it? It hurts and burns, but it
winds me up. Show me the cum you cooked in my tight ass. Did you
feel me pulling at it while you fucked me?"

I could take no more of her tease, not the sexy look on her face.
My balls emptied on her chest and one glob went to her upper lip
and she quickly lapped it into her mouth. Seconds later while I
knelt on the bed over her, my cock in hand and my head thrown
back in my own personal ecstasy, I felt her move as she knelt up.
Her arms crept around me mashing her cum coated tits to my chest.

"Let's go wash." She whispered.

Our shower was quiet for the first few minutes as she lathered
and rinsed my chest and I sensed she felt uncomfortable by my
silence. I was about to say something when she spoke.

"OK Dean, what's wrong? What did I do or say that has you so
meditative? Was it the dirty talk? Am I going too fast for you?
You know this is more about sex than anything right now, right?
Come on Dean, open up." She said with a worried look.

"It bugged me that you were digging on the pain. I'm not into
hurting you or anyone else. How can I, with clear conscience,
hurt someone I thought I was falling in love with? The dirty talk
goes back to the wanton fantasies of any man, wanting to hear a
beautiful woman tease and coax them to orgasm. But . . . . . .  "
I tried to start and explain until she interrupted me.

"Dean WAIT!" She said flipping the pause bar in the stall. "I'm
not into pain or do I want you to hurt me for gratification, mine
or yours. Having a big fat penis shoved up your ass is pretty
intense, and can be pretty sexy too. But don't think for a second
that it doesn't hurt, though. The pain isn't like hitting your
thumb with a hammer or shutting your finger in the door. I can't
describe it, but it is an intense feeling that rides on that cusp
of intense pleasure and pain. How I deal with it is how it brings
me pleasure, because despite how it feels, it hits a spot in my
sex that doesn't happen any other way." She said as she shivered
and flipped the hot spray back on.

She was looking deeply in my eyes for a reaction. Most everything
in our relationship had been positive and I think we both saw a
deal breaker here. But for now it wasn't to be. I smiled back to
her and simply said, "I'm OK, then."

She hugged up to me and looked up to my eyes with a sexy pout.

"That's a big dick you have there and only one other one has ever
been in me, and that one hurt too. I like it and we'll do it
again, I promise. My orgasm from it is altogether different and
very intense." She said as she kissed me in the spray.

Our kiss turned into a long wet neck making me wish I could get
it up again so soon. If I did it would have hurt like hell to
come but I had to tell her what I was thinking.

"I would love to get inside you to make love to you. So far we've
fucked, but I really want to make love to you."

"I've been thinking that same thing. I think we just crossed a
threshold. You are so special, but I have to tell you that I've
already made love to you once. Sunday when I took you into my
mouth the second time, I was making love to you. I was falling
then. I just have so much sexual frustration to burn and I think
you're very special Dean. I think we can be happy if we give
ourselves a chance." She said cautiously, hoping she hadn't
showed too much of her hand.

"I think we're going to the same place." I said confidently as I
grabbed the soap and washcloth and finished washing her perfect
body.

As she promised after we got out of the shower she told me she
would prepare me dinner. She went to put on her pajamas when she
spied my shirt where I had thrown it on the chair by her dressing
table.

"I hope you don't mind if I wear your shirt while I prepare
dinner. It'll be so Julia Roberts! God, she's so sexy and I've
always wanted to feel that way." She giggled.

I shook my head and let her put on the shirt while I slipped on a
pair of silk boxers I took from my blazer pocket. I had
anticipated some après accolant time and my briefs were perfect
to wear out under my clothes, but the silk made me feel sexy in
the boudoir.

I went to her bar and found some Taylor Fladgate and asked if it
was hers, and how she liked it.

"I do like it, but Harveys up with a lime would be my preference
right now." She said with a smile as she was whipping together
some cream based concoction.

"I really must not be much of a drinker; I don't see a huge
difference between port and sherry." I told her.

She gave a final stir to what she had on the stove and checked
the heat before she came to the bar to retrieve her drink after I
found the lime in the bar fridge.

"Actually, there is no difference. Port and sherry are wines with
brandy added to stabilize them for long journeys, like seafarers
used to make. Port is traditionally made with Portuguese wine and
Sherry is made with wines from Spain, at least their earliest
versions in the 16th and 17th centuries." She told me
authoritatively.

"Not only pretty, but smart too!" I smiled as I held my glass to
her to clink.

"My looks are somewhat of a curse; I wanted to be a history
professor and was working toward my PhD when some modeling
opportunities came up. The money was so great I thought I would
put it on hold for a bit and then I got married and here I am. I
make as much money or more than I could have as a professor, but
it would have been a little more satisfying. I've tied my agents
hands pretty good as to what he can commit me to. I won't do nude
and I won't she my face in risqué underwear ads. I don't want the
impression of either of my holes associated with my face to give
any whack-off artists any ideas. I knew a model that was stalked
and raped. Doing what I do I'm well known in the lingerie world
and sought after quite a bit. I don't do endorsement ads, but I
will appear in ads as an actress, but only for certain things.
I've been offered to be in Viagra and Cialis ads, and condom ads.
But mostly I've been the "active woman" you see in feminine
product ads. You barely know it's me." She told me with a sense
of pride, happy she wasn't just a bimbo who showed her body.

"You must do pretty well, though." I said with a questioning
tone.

"Dean, I made over 400 K last year, but keep in mind that once I
hit 35 or maybe even before, I may sag in the wrong spots and my
earning power will diminish greatly. My agent wants me to do some
movie extra parts where I might be topless or nude. Not as a main
character, but strictly as an extra. I may have to resort to that
someday. He's sown me hundreds of clips with parts I turned down
and it wouldn't have been too humiliating. Playboy wanted me for
a spread on lingerie models, but I didn't think Missy needed that
if the word ever got out and around." She said as he rushed back
to her potion in the kitchen.

I followed her in and lauded her ethics.

"You should be very proud of yourself. You've made your rules and
kept to them and that money is nothing to squawk at. Just invest
wisely and plan for the future."

"I've done that. You know, Missy's college fund is growing big,
the house is paid for by my shit head ex-husband, plus he pays
through the nose for support, but he can afford it. The fact he
was so flush with money was probably why women tempted him."

"Don't make excuses for him. Your looks and personality would
have kept 999 of a thousand men true to you. He was an asshole,
especially when I see how sexy you are."

"I really can't blame myself there. We had sex almost everyday of
our marriage. I just didn't know I was tasting some sluts pussy
on his cock most of the time. He was well taken care of in that
department." She said as she tested her sauce for thickness and
added brandy from her cupboard along with a flurry of spices.

She asked me to move a pot with shells she peeled from prawns
that had boiled into a shellfish stockbroth and she put on a
burner, as well as heating the broiler. Once the water boiled she
added a rice mai-fun type pasta to it and moved a tray of prawns
from the refrigerator to the broiler. She painted them with what
she called Basil Ghee and put them under the broiler. She added
the mai-fun to the boiling stock she made from shells explaining
that the near taste-less rice noodle easily absorbed any flavor
you put it in. Moments later our plates adorned the mai-fun with
brandied cheese sauce as a bed for broiled prawns. She served a
white wine and took spinach soufflés from the convection oven and
we had a gourmet meal fit for any king. (Again I asked myself WHY
her husband would cheat on this, so far, perfect woman!)

Now, usually with a new sex partner you become infatuated with
each others body for a few weeks and screw like horny monkeys
until you get it out of your system. I already thought we were
beginning this "breaking in" period where you spend non-sex hours
making goo-goo eyes at each other before jumping each others
bones again. While she sat wearing only my shirt, buttoned from
her belly button down, and I wore but silk boxers we discussed
wine vintages, housing markets, bills in the senate and the
economy in general. Her knowledge of detail and fine points
showed me just how smart she was and her brain was beginning to
give me a hard on. I realized that I hadn't been out with anyone
as smart as Dianna. Not that I always dated bimbos, but T and A
always meant more than IQ in the past I guess. Dianna was the
whole package and to my amazement, she was attracted to ME!
Although I wish I hadn't asked as soon as the words left my lips,
I did wonder aloud.

"What on earth made you attracted to me?" I asked to change the
course of conversation.

"Well, you're handsome, but more than anything, self confident.
You didn't try to pick me up, even though I was dressed in a sexy
outfit. You looked past my clothes and my body and really talked
to me. I mean at auto shows I get asked for my phone number or my
card loads of times, even been invited to go out and check out
guy's vans, or meet them after the show. You gave me YOUR number
and you made me feel real safe for once with a guy I didn't
really know. Your face and voice made me trust you and that was
why I called you and met you at Mulligans the first time. The
fact that people there seemed to know you made me feel safer
about you. I had been there for lunch a few times, but never at
night in the lounge. A serial killer wouldn't have been so
public, hahaha. We just had fun together Dean. I'll admit that
after the movie, the drink back at Mulligans and the kiss at my
car that first date, my pussy ached for you. I never felt that
way about anyone in so short a time." She told me blushing.

"I guess I felt an honesty about you as well," I told her. "When
I saw you at the show you didn't seem to have that models blank
look, you weren't vapid. When I asked you a question about the
car you talked like you knew what you were talking about. It
wasn't about you and I knew there was something behind your
eyeballs besides space."

"OK, NOW you're trying to get in my pants, aren't you?" she
giggled.

"What pants?" I said with a wink.

I got up from the head of the table and went to her side and she
stood up. My arms went around her and cupped her ass and as we
kissed I lifted her a bit and she quickly tightened her arms
around my neck and picked up her feet and wrapped her legs around
me. I walked with her clung to me to the back of her sofa and sat
her down on it. It was the same one she wanted get bent over and
fucked on a few nights ago, but she was facing me now. She went
to reach between us to fit my cock into her pussy, but I stopped
her and let her fall back as I went to my knees. I wanted to
taste that pussy fresh from the shower with maybe a hint of my
cum, but I didn't care. It was what I had to do right at that
moment. This would be making love to her and then I would take
her to the bed and lay her out with me mashed to her body to rut
out a skin to skin orgasm and whisper my hopes and dreams of
loving her in her ear.  Her ass was there for me resting on the
top of the sofa and she had fallen back, her torso upside down,
with her legs flailing in the air as I licked and sucked her
pussy. Her clit was the most prominent I had ever sucked, and I
have sucked a lot of them. The clit is the passport and gateway
to every fantasy you might have with any woman. If you make that
little ball of nerves happy her mind will open doors she might
never have before considered. But that wasn't why I was there. I
was beginning to worship this woman and wanted her to show her my
devotion. How she could have remained chaste for the past year
before me was unfathomable. I suppose many men would have thought
she was unapproachable, but whatever the reason I was happy as I
tasted her succulent juices as her torso gyrated under my tongue.
She began to jerk and throw my mouth from its little pussy saddle
and I knew the time had come to get my cock into that pussy and
feel her spasms.

I raised my face from her wet split and stood extending my hands
to her. She took them as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Grab around my neck!" I told her frantically as I slid my hands
under her ass and lifted her from the sofa and walked slowly, as
not to drop her, past the bar and into the bedroom. The candles
had been long snuffed, and the sun provided little light from
outside. Only the light from the hallway illuminated the bed as I
pressed my knees to the mattress and let her fall from around my
waist. I wanted to fall onto and into her right there, but she
popped up quickly and grabbed for my cock and aimed it at her
mouth, taking it deeper than she had any time and sucked it to
the top. She lolled the head, seeming to load it with as much
saliva as she could and fell back. No matter what happened with
our relationship after that moment, I loved her AT that moment.
When she looked at my cock and decided to get it wet and taste
it, it wasn't for making the deed any easier afterward, it was
because she lusted for me. Not just a cock, but me, and I wanted
her just as badly. Nine times out of ten when I fuck a woman I'm
usually standing behind her, or kneeling up between her legs so I
can watch her writhe under me and cum. Right now I wanted to feel
every inch of her body against mine, hear her breath and grunt in
my ear, feel her fingers rake my back as she came while I made
love to her.

Her mouth came off my cock and she looked up to me knowing she
wanted the same thing I did. A thread of spittle strung from my
cock to her lip as her doe like eyes looked at me to implore to
be taken by the cock before her. I reached out and touched her
shoulders and she began to lay back drawing her knees up and
spreading her legs. As I fell into the nest she formed for me I
needed no help finding the warm sheath of her pussy. I sunk into
her and wrapped my arms around the top of her head and pressed my
whole being against her and her arms curled around my back. I
groaned loudly in her ear as she blew out her lungs at my
intrusion into mine. Although her body had little time to fully
accustom itself to the fattest and hardest cock I had ever
proffered a woman, I was pounding her as slaps from our juncture
rang through the room. I knew that in my 30 plus years I had
never fucked a woman like that. She sounded like an animal in my
ear, an animal being devoured by a predator, and when she came
her fingers dug into my back and her hips tried to pin themselves
to me to stop the carnage, but I was much too strong and my will
too focused on prolonging her ecstasy. Although it was a cool day
and the room was filled with airy currents from the open
casements, we were both covered and slick with sweat as our
passion heated. Suddenly I could take no more. I felt a quick
stir in my balls and I was pushing my orgasm up my cock shaft. I
held that first shot to sensitize my sex muscle before unleashing
it into her and she must have felt the passionate splash within
her as I cried out into her ear. I rutted on her until my poor
tired cock could take no more of the squishy squeezing her pussy
was doing to me. I stopped and rested most of my weight on her as
I huffed and puffed in her ear..

"Oh my God, I think I'm falling in love with you Dianna. I've
never felt this much connection and passion." I admitted out loud
in a whisper, even surprising myself.

"Those are easy words to say with our sweat and sex juice mixing
between us, but I think I feel the same vibe Dean. It feels so
right. Oh God." She whispered still panting from her orgasm.

I rolled off her and we both lay exhausted on her bed, not quite
falling asleep, but lying in a dead stare stupor for probably a
half hour. If the same thoughts that ran through my mind like a
rushing train were going through hers it was going to be a
fulfilling 10 days alone together. Not only did I want to satisfy
her sexually, I wanted to make her smile and laugh. I wanted to
bring happiness in to her life after she was cheated out of what
should have been an idyllic marriage. She had the daughter she
loved and a career she could control and make great money with,
plus the man she loved and trusted her future to. When it came
crashing down in a barrage of cheating and lies to find out that
the sexual love she enjoyed so was but "seconds" for him, she was
devastated. Instead of wallowing in self-pity she pulled herself
off the mat and set a course. She was tempted, by unwilling to
stray from what she sought after. Once I came up on her screen
she would let little deter from making the most of what she felt
was her golden opportunity. Even though she knew I may have
fallen from the same mold as her ex as far as my "run-around"
status she knew enough to judge my character, and I can tell you,
she didn't make a mistake there. I may be a lot of things, but
liar and cheater? No way.

"What should we do tomorrow?" she said breaking our stupored
silence.

I leaned up on one elbow and looked her in her eyes and then
scanned down her perfect body. Even lying there in my unbuttoned
shirt, pushed half way up her back and her hair astray from our
animal rutting, she was beautiful.

"Have you ever heard of Boldt Castle on Heart Island?"

"I've never heard of Heart Island."

"It's on the St. Lawrence just off Alex Bay, only an hour and a
half from here. This guy Boldt bought the island and built a
castle on it to give to his wife on Valentines Day, her birthday.
He started construction in 1900 and just months before he was to
give it to her on 1905 she died of a heart attack or something.
He was heartbroken and abandoned the unfinished castle until the
state bought the island 75 years later. They finished
construction and now it's a tourist attraction. But I bet it
would be romantic to go through it. There are all sorts of
stories and legends about it. We could leave early and still be
back here by 7 or 8 to go to dinner and then come back here, or
go to my place for the night." I explained to sell her on the
idea.

"OK," she said. "The ride would be nice and give us a chance to
talk alone together. Is it really a castle?"

"I haven't seen it in years, but yes it is a castle. Hey, aren't
we alone together now?" I wondered.

"In the car we won't have the clutter of sex; you know, stray
penises and breasts bobbing around to distract us." She said
giggling.

"Oh, I don't know," I said with a leer. "Ever heard of road
head?"

"THAT,  . . . will NOT happen!" She said with a stern grin. "Did
you ever see The World According to Garp?

I shook my head, not having seen the movie.

"Let's just say it would change your mind forever about "road
head". Besides that doesn't seem very romantic and haven't we
gotten all the horny sex out of the way?" She wondered aloud.

She was right, we had gotten all of the horny sex out of the way
and had entered the making love stage. I was falling hard for
this woman who was beautiful beyond my wildest dreams and she
seemed to feel the same way about me. I kept waiting for
something to happen that would say to me "Oh THAT'S the reason
why we aren't compatible", but as I got in deeper in a short time
I wasn't hearing that little voice.
We had "seen" each other on and off for about 2 months, a date
here and a date there. But the last 3 weeks had been a whirlwind,
and the last 5 days a downright tornado.

We spent the next 72 hours, both awake and asleep, together. We
made the romantic trip to Boldt's Castle and saw how love could
drive a man to the brink of passion and depression. Both were
part of the territory and I was facing up to accepting that part
of the relationship. Dealing with the pain of losing your love
was something easier to accept as you got on in years and life
entered its twilight stage. But because it might happen at a time
you might least expect it was no reason to shy from the
inevitability of love if the feeling so struck you.

We spoke about it on the trip back and when I pulled into an
overlook on the trip back home we got into a deep clench and
neck, partly out of the fear that this great feeling could end.
She felt and tasted so good I wanted to make love to her right
there, and I told her that in a whisper. She responded by
breaking from my hold and looking around the area for others
before reaching to my crotch and feeling my cock through my
pants. Satisfied I was hard enough and we were alone she fished
my cock from my button fly and hungrily and noisily gave me the
"in Park" version of "road head". Her lips, mouth, and tongue
tore into me like a woman possessed and had me near the brink in
no time. She was anxious to finish me before other motorist
stopped, but also to satisfy her hunger to taste me. She may have
avoided tasting her lovers spunk in the past, telling me "it
never happened intentionally", but she had quickly developed a
taste for me. I could have lasted another 10 minutes of her
ministrations but we were both keenly aware of being interrupted.
As I preened her red hair and told her how good it felt and how
much I enjoyed her act of love she lifted her lips from me for
just a moment to say "jerk him into my mouth". She later told me
that the pressure of trying to finish before someone else came
along was sapping her enjoyment. I added my hand to her
ministrations for but 20 or 30 seconds before I exploded into her
mouth and she finished the job. She sat up and back into her seat
and looked at me with a shy smile.

"After all the stories you hear and all, and I did my share of
"parking", I've never done that in a car. I was real exciting,
but stop somewhere to get me a drink and then take me to your
house and screw the daylights out of me." She said reaching over
to pet my leg a bit as I stuffed myself back into my jeans.

At that point I would have dove off the overlook if she asked me.
I liked getting my cock sucked, but I had just had the most
erotic blowjob of my life and the fact it was her, and she
enjoyed it so, made it memorable. As the road curled back to the
interstate it took you into a rest area with comfort stations and
soda machines. She washed down my load with an Orange Crush and
we were on our way

Chapter 10

I became to realize that no matter how much I saw her, how much I
loved her, I was always going to be number 2 in her heart behind
Missy, but I was OK with that. Seeing the change in her when she
spoke about her daughter was refreshing in this day and age where
parents send their kids to school for breakfast and have a
stranger keep an eye on them until they finish the day’s work. In
my mind I envisioned a day when Dianna or I would meet Missy when
she came home from school and be able to be there for her. In
slow moments in the pharmacy I began to put together our
financial situation if we combined incomes. If we ever got
married (GOD, did I really even THINK that word?) I was a firm
believer in one couple, one marriage, one pot. There was no his
and hers on earnings or finances. We had already discussed a
pre-nuptial agreement of sorts where we would both claim, before
marriage, a figure agreed on as a starting point. Should we ever
break up we would each lay claim to that figure we went in with,
and of course, the house was her property. She had to protect her
child and I had no qualms over that.
Sex became lovemaking for Dianna and I as we spent a lot of
“sack” time together before Missy came home. We truly did worship
each other and ran our minds ragged trying to find a fault we
hadn’t noticed before that we couldn’t possibly live with. Where
I had been in the past, randy 24/7, I could be content to sit and
read the paper while she fixed dinner, or the other way around as
we both considered ourselves gourmands. However the occasional
moment when a hand would come over my shoulder to my crotch while
I read made me happy. Or, to see her announce dinner was ready in
her apron and have her turn and see she had nothing underneath it
was always welcome. We made love, we played, we had a ball, and
now that was going to end with Missy coming home soon.

When I brought that fact up while sitting in the easy chair I
sort of claimed as “my chair” in her living room, Dianna looked
at me with a serious look and knelt on the floor just beside.

“What would you think of moving in within a couple weeks, we’ll
give Missy a chance to get to know you, get used to you being
around and then we’ll have “the talk”. She misses having a Dad
around and barely knows hers. At her age, I wonder if she could
pick him out of line-up, she only sees him 2 times a year,. Her
two best friends have active Dads and I hear her complain about
it.” Dianna said shocking me that she would bring it up so soon.

“Uh, . . uh . . uh,” I stuttered, not prepared for this talk that
I knew might come up eventually.

“Dean, I don’t want to live away from you anymore.” She whined.

“NO, I don’t either, but I just didn’t expect this so soon. I
thought we would talk engagement first, and we should wait a
while for that.” I said scrambling for words to say that wouldn’t
hurt her.

“Are you having second thoughts of being in a home with me AND my
daughter?” She asked suspiciously.

“No, not at all, and put that thought out of your head. What
guarantees do we have that she’ll take to me, and not look at me
as an interloper between you and her, her Dad and her.” I asked.

“Truth be told, although I usually stick up for the son of a
bitch, her Dad is a lousy father and I think he could care less
about her. Once his Mom is no longer around I don’t think she’ll
ever see him. In the year he’s been gone he’s taken her twice and
each time it was with his mother doing the leg work. This is the
third time and Missy didn’t even want to go until I told her MY
mother was going along too. They’ll stay at his house, but he’s
not there half the time. The last time she went, Missy never left
the house with him. You know, kids aren’t stupid.” She said
disgustedly.

“Well my sweet, when she comes back you’ll have to lay the
groundwork and then I’ll start being around more. After a few
weeks we can try some sleepovers and see how it sets with her.” I
explained.

“God, Dean. I don’t know if I can stand sleeping alone again. The
last 10 days or so has been the best I’ve slept and felt in a
long time. I’ve gotten rid of a lot of stress and I can’t tell
you how much I’ve enjoyed the love, the sex, and the tenderness.”
She said with a big grin on her face.

“What is your MOTHER going to think?”

“My mother already knows I’m “getting it” while they’re gone.
She’s happy for me. My Mom is cool.” Dianna assured me. “Don’t
worry, she’ll approve of you, she hated my husband.”

“Here’s the thing,” She continued, “and I’m not saying this to
put pressure on you because the onus is on me too. For you to
move in we have to be able to say we love each other so we can
express it in certain ways in front of Missy so she knows you’re
special to me, and the other way around. Now I obviously think
that I am falling in love with you, just so much fits for us. I
fell for you the first time we were together and you’ve just
endeared yourself more and more to me. Not to mention we have had
a couple things that could have hurt our relationship, and we
hurdled them just fine. A lot of guys would not have been
forgiven for the screwing around you did, whether you were
committed to me or not.  On the other side, my drunken escapade
was totally irresponsible and could have scared you away, but we
saw our way through both of those things.” She reasoned and then
looked to me for comment.

“Hey, don’t look to me, you’re doing just fine if you’re trying
to talk ME into it.” I said with a chuckle, . . “I think I can
say I Love You to you and mean it with all my heart. However, I
know I haven’t really said it yet and probably won’t until I know
it’s at a time and place in our relationship where I know you can
say it back to me too, and mean it the way I do. That doesn’t
mean I have any doubts about either of us, it’s just that the
first REAL time is the one that really counts. Am I making
sense?” I reasoned back.

“I totally understand and as much as we throw around the “I Love
You” phrase in passionate moments, I think we both know the
difference, between the phrase and the sentiment.” She said
holding her hands up to reinforce her words.

After a long pause I softened and leaned up in my chair to get
closer to her face as she knelt on the floor beside me. “Dianna,
you know that I have seriously thought about the two of us making
this permanent, being married. Gosh, there’s that word again.
But, you know and I know that getting engaged now, just a few
months since we met would be real ingenuous to both of us, Missy,
your Mom, and my parents. We KNOW what we want. We shouldn’t tell
the world, and let my parents, your Mom and even Missy tell
people we’re getting married, and then have it fall through. Our
parents and friends would begin to wonder about our failed
relationships and begin to think that you or I were the problem.”

“The only thing that would make it fall through would be you
taking up with some young tart.” Dianna said, as I waited for her
smile and poke me to tell me it was kidding, a joke, but no, she
meant it.

I sat back in my chair and pulled the paper up, as a wall,
saying, “Thinking and saying and suspecting things like that are
the reason I WOULDN’T ask you to marry me. I will not live like
that. Love is trust and despite my track record, I NEVER cheated
on you and NEVER lied about anything. Never say you LOVE me until
you can tell yourself that YOU TRUST ME.”

Losing my cool, I took the paper I was “reading” and balled it up
and threw it over my head and got up while she started to make
excuses and apologize. I was pissed off and rip roaring and
decided I couldn’t stay there and listen to her apologize while I
was sure it was not sincere. Just the way she said it, I knew it
was something that ate at her all the time. THIS was the reason I
couldn’t live with her now or ever if she was to hold that over
my head. My word is my bond and besides what she “thought” she
knew, I kept my word, and would continue to. I know what I have
with her, and wouldn’t do anything to lose it. Period.

I went out her front door despite her protestations and
apologies. I simply got into my car and drove off. I had a warm
bed of my own to sleep in tonight. She needed to think about her
feelings and prove to me that she trusted me. She had followed me
like a nut case before, had gotten drunk to run and find her
ex-husband to tell him he was the reason she couldn’t trust me,
and now she had exposed her inner thoughts, even if by mistake. I
really wanted to love her unconditionally, but she apparently
couldn’t let my past life and habits behind.

Based on the fact she had followed me after stalking me I decided
to park on the next block over from my house and cut through the
neighbors two arbors that led to a common picnic area and to my
yard. I needed time to think alone and her pounding on my door
making a scene would only drive her further away in my mind. I
would make it look like I wasn’t home.

If she tried to call my house, the phone would still forward to
hers and I turned my cell off. I went into the back door and
without turning on any lights, went into my den, put on some
light jazz and I strapped on the wireless headphones and got on
the recumbent bike to ride and think.

Being constantly under suspicion was pissing me off. I may have
done a lot of unethical things sexually with people I shouldn’t
have been with, in situations I shouldn’t have been in, but I
never cheated on a woman I said I was committed to. Dianna was
the most beautiful, most sexual, and above all, SMARTEST woman
I’ve ever known. Our tastes were similar in so many things and
I’ve NEVER felt so comfortable, so soon in any relationship where
I actually pictured myself being with that person forever. If I
could think of one thing I could do to make her believe this,
life would be perfect. But my ego could not get past this. You
could make a list of a hundred shortcomings in my make up, and
the words cheat or philander would not show up. My heart was
burned in a couple relationships early in my life and I knew the
pains, even if it was only puppy love. I saw my parents marriage
strained to a trial separation because my Mom couldn’t live with
the fact my Dad, who was a P.A., worked in a clinic with 4 women.
Truth be told, my Mom was 10 to 20 years older than any of the 4
and MUCH better looking top to bottom than any of them. (Even now
when I went home to see them and would look at my Mom I know how
lucky my Dad was) I don’t know what my Dad did to convince her he
had no interest in any of these women and that working with them
didn’t automatically mean he got intimate in any way, but they
worked it out.

If Dianna had tried to follow me, I doubt she figured what I did.
If she was out front waiting for me, she had a long wait. If she
figured I was in here and was pounding on the door, I couldn’t
hear her, nor did I care. If she went to Stu Mulligan’s to wait
for me, or drown her sorrows, she couldn’t get drunk as long a
Joyce was behind the bar. Joyce had her figured as an unstable
drama queen, a point I had hoped she was wrong on.

What I really hoped for was that Dianna stayed home and thought
about her words and her thoughts and finally realized that
holding me in her heart meant that she did trust me. Looking at
me with a suspicious eye all of the time was going to drive her
crazy either before or after she drove me away.

I was pedaling to an Oscar Petersen groove when suddenly I
realized I was listening to Ahmad Jamal and over an hour had
passed. I had literally put my mind to sleep in my deep thoughts
and pedaled unconsciously. It was where I wanted my mind to be at
the time. Going back over to her house to scold her, shake my
finger at her, or hit her nose with a newspaper, was  NOT going
to stop this and I could no longer “prove” to her I was who I
said I was. She had to realize this herself.

Not knowing how she was taking my exodus should have driven me
crazy, but it wasn’t. I hoped in my heart of hearts that she was
using the time apart to rationalize everything. It was only
around 9 o’clock and I was tired and wanted to cap the day. This
was something I had done all of my life. Whenever a day had gone
so poorly I could barely live with it, go to bed and hope that a
fresh day would result in a fresh outlook. Kind of like
restarting your computer, with all things back in the row they
should be, the landscape would look more promising. I went
upstairs and curiously peeked out the blinds before taking a leak
and going to bed. I took a night-time pain reliever for the ache
in my over pedaled knees and I was out.

I must have been stressed out and over tired because,
uncharacteristically, I slept right through until 9 a.m.
Instantly I was pissed I slept so late because I sort of planned
to call the Pharmacy and relinquish my last two days of the
vacation I scheduled to be with Dianna. Unless there were some
emergency I couldn’t give back that day after the pharmacy shift
started at 9, but I could give back the Saturday and save it for
a better time. I didn’t lament “wasting” the other days I had
already used, because I had such a wonderful time with Dianna. I
only wish I knew how she “really” felt that whole time.

Heartbroken is the word that would describe how I felt. Going
back to her would satisfy a lot of the stress I felt, but I just
couldn’t live with her assumptions. My only consolation was
finding all this out before we got her daughter involved. I knew
I would have to face her again, but I needed a couple days off to
lose the edge I had. Everything I had told her, promised her,
and, I thought, proved to her, meant nothing.

I put on coffee and showered, like a normal day off. I foraged in
the freezer for some Belgian waffles I made a while back and
froze. As I looked in the back of the freezer I couldn’t help but
feel I was being watched. I spun around and checked the slider
and the windows in the kitchen, but I guess it was just paranoia,
or maybe I wanted her to come and confront me. In any event I
pulled the vertical blind on the slider and pulled the shades
down on the window and put my waffles in the toaster.

As I ate breakfast I decided it was time to turn my cell phone
on. I was sure she would call, but I had a life outside of her
and I needed to rejoin the world. My phone was no more on when it
lit up and the perky strains of “Diana”, the old song by Paul
Anka began to play. I didn’t have to wait long to hear her. I
decided to let the call come through and hear her message, if
there was any. As soon as the sounder beeped I heard her message:

“Dean, I’m so sorry to have hurt your feelings. Can’t we talk
this out? I was out of line in saying that, and I’m sorry. I
tried to find you last night and looked everywhere for you. I
can’t imagine where you stayed. Please come back home to me. I
miss you something awful and I know we can fix this. At least
call me and let me know you’re OK. Today and tomorrow are the
only days we have left to be alone together. Please Dean, please
call me.”

Right away I thought to myself that she probably thought I
shacked up with someone, but quickly scolded myself for thinking
that. I decided to call her.

Dianna: Hello, Dean thank God you’re OK.
Dean: I’m not OK, I’ve got a hole in my heart where trust used to
lie.
Dianna: Dean, I was a rotten shit for saying that.
Dean: At least I know how you really felt. I really thought we
had something.
Dianna: Dean we DO. We are special.  I guess I don’t trust any
man.
Dean: I’m not ANY man, I’m supposed to be the guy falling in love
with you.
Dianna: Oh, where are you? I have to see you.
Dean: Where do you think I am?
Dianna: You never went home, I checked Mulligans and a few other
places. I even asked
at the pharmacy if they knew where you might have gone, but they
couldn’t help me.
Dean: Did you think that because I walked out I could see whoever
I wanted?
Dianna: (long silence) It crossed my mind, but I couldn’t really
imagine it.
Dean: No response
Dianna: Did you?
Dean: What do you think?
Dianna: I think if you did you are the rottenest bastard in the
world, but I don’t think that even at your worst you could have
done that.
Dean: Are you sure?
Dianna: I’m positive. The look on your face when you left here
was hurt, not revenge.
Dean: You broke my heart. I trusted you and you DON’T trust me.
Dianna: Please Dean, let me come to you. I promise I’ll never
doubt you again.
Dean: How do I know that?
Dianna: Because I’ve beat the shit out of myself for what I
thought you might be capable of. I don‘t think you would ever
hurt me, especially the way I hurt you. I’m sure of that.
Dean: You can bet on that. I would never hurt you.
Dianna: What you’re doing now is hurting me, hiding from me.
Dean: I’m not hiding. Were you so sure I was screwing around that
you wouldn’t check my house?
Dianna: Last night when I was desperate to find you, YES, I admit
it. But after I got back home and thought like a sane person, I
realized you wouldn’t be that kind of guy, hurt me that way.
Dean: Are you SURE of that?
Dianna: I begging you to come back to me, aren’t I?
Dean: Yes, but I’m not totally convinced you actually trust me.
Dianna: (crying suddenly) What can I do? I’m an asshole
sometimes, I say things without thinking.
Dean: I’m afraid you were saying what you really feel.
Dianna: (bawling wildly) All I can do is love you and continue to
prove my love to you. You’ll have to accept my word!
Dean: Stop crying. Why don’t you come over to my house after
you’ve calmed down.
Dianna: You’re home!
Dean: Yes I’ve been home since 10 minutes after I left your
house.
Dianna: I’ll be there shortly. (click)

I had no reason to be smug over my “victory”. I simply gave her
time to think about what she said and know that it would not
stand, having a doubt on the trust issue. The women who I
frequented knew full well I had no ties to them and our
relationships were totally sexually recreational, I never made
commitments to either. I don’t make promises I can’t keep. That
wouldn’t change with Dianna. Nothing could sway me from being
true to her.

I cleaned up my breakfast plate and unlocked the front door after
getting the 7 or 8 papers slid through the mail slot from the
last time I was home. I took the current one and sat in “my”
corner of the sofa while wondering why I didn’t have a reclining
easy chair like I did at Dianna’s. (probably because I was never
home to relax that much)

I heard her car pull into the drive and, truthfully, couldn’t
wait to see her face again. She knocked one time and opened the
door. Her face was a tearful mess and she ran to kneel beside
where I sat to put her arms on my sides and cry with her head in
my lap.

I was expecting to get up and greet her with a hug, but she
dashed in so fast I scarcely had time to move. She cried and
blubbered into my lap for a moment leaving me speechless at
first.

“Dianna, get control of yourself. I’m here and didn’t go
anywhere. Stop your crying, it hurts me to see you like this, but
know you brought this on yourself. If you’re trying to turn the
tables to say I hurt you by leaving, just remember you drove me
away.” I said, rather coldly I admit, to make my position firm.

She snuffed hard and turned her face away from me, taking a hand
to wipe away some tears. She took a tissue she had in her hand
and wiped her eyes with it before blowing her nose. She sat back
on her haunches and looked at me rather forlornly. She took a
deep breath and spoke.

“I don’t ever want to be apart from you. I don’t want us to end.
I do love you and I do trust you. I just can’t get “man” issues
out of my head. I know that you’re different, that you have
character, and that’s one of the reasons why I love and want you
so badly, yet I said, and worse, THOUGHT, that horrible thing
about you. I know you wouldn’t run around on me. I really believe
that.” She said, and I thought she was pausing to continue, but
she seemed to run out of words.

“Dianna, I so want you to be special to me. We have a certain
something that just clicks and makes me light up when we’re
together. Yes, the sex is fantastic, but that’s something I have
no problem getting elsewhere, if I wanted it. I’ve two women, who
know about each other, who love me for my cock. Sure, I’m a nice
guy, bring them places and we do things, but in the end, they
want good sex with no commitments. They both see other guys and
date around, but for sex and a good time, they come to me. I can
pick up the phone most any time and have either one of them. If I
were to ask either of them to commit to me, it would be the end.
They’re good time girls who’ve made the marriage scene and had
enough of it. I have a very attractive woman, one you fit a bra
for, as a matter of fact, and who has given me an open invitation
to come for a blowjob whenever I want it. The day you did your
bra thing I went to see you, not realizing you would be behind a
booth. So I went to Hooters to check out a few pair for myself
and this woman you had fit saw me, we were already friends, and
came to proposition me for the day. I turned her down. An 18 year
old pharmacy assistant trying to work her way through pharmacy
school made it clear to me that I could have my way with her, and
I told her I was in a relationship. She wanted a ride home and I
had a few hours to kill. Dianna, I’m a good looking, confident
guy who attracts good looking women, just like I did you. But I’m
not in a contest to see how many I can bed down. I may have tried
to compete in that, but at my age I’ve wanted to settle down and
never found the right person. I wasn’t looking for you to be that
person, I was just looking to score you, but you hit me over the
head. You were showing the lines of a car as it turned on the
turntable and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. I cheaply
admired your body, but once I spoke to you, bells and whistles,
fireworks, and that was before we ever had any sex. I want so
much to love you and keep you, but I won’t let a lack of trust
exist. No trust means no love. I can get laid any day of the week
without trying, it seems, but you are the only woman I WANT to
love. You can take what I said as braggadocio, but it’s the truth
and the way that it is. I want you but won’t accept your flawed
impression of my character. I have my pride and won’t have
mistrust hanging over my head.”


I was firm with her, and she listened intently. I wasn’t sure if
she was going to get up and say she couldn’t accept me that way,
or live with the constant threat of another woman trying to steal
me. She had to know I wasn’t tempt-able, or available.

“I believe you may be too good for me and the way I thought about
you. I was up all last night thinking over everything we had said
to each other in getting to this point in our relationship. I
recalled that you told me about affairs you had since we met and
made commitments to each other. I didn’t have to, not did I want
to hear about them. They could have been your secrets, but you
felt compelled to tell me in fairness. Not many men would do
that. I thought about what you just talked about, your being a
handsome, confident guy who exudes personality and attracted
women. How did I know someone wasn’t going to get their claws
into you? I was doing this thinking as I got ready to take a long
hot bath to relax and calm myself from what we had been through,
or should I say what I put you through? I walked past the full
length mirror I use to check myself before I go to a job and saw
what a beautiful, blessed woman I was. Pretty face, nice
complexion, great figure, I know men lust after me, you know “big
tits, nice ass, what are you doing tonight honey?” It was then
something hit me. You totally trust me despite the fact that
superficially, I have even more going for me than you do. I dress
to impress and show off my attributes in the clothes and make-up
I’m paid to wear. Men and women see my naked or nearly naked
backstage all of the time on some jobs. I’m ogled and smiled and
winked at constantly when I’m working. Yet, you don’t question
me, suspect me, doubt me, get jealous over me, in the slightest
way. I know why, you trust and love me. One goes hand in hand
with the other. If either of us has a reason to “suspect”
something going on, it should be you, and you’ve never questioned
it in any way. I stopped and looked at myself once again and was
floored with that realization. You love me without reservation,
without suspicion, unconditionally. I can tell you this, also
unconditionally,
 . . . . . because of the way you see me, trust me and love me, I
LOVE YOU and I TRUST YOU with no reservation. It should be you
with these issues and you have none of them.
I want you to come home with me and never leave . . well, once
Missy gets used to the idea.”

I was taken aback and shocked that she finally came to this
realization and I immediately stood and put my hand out to her to
stand with me and hug. I never held her so tightly before kissing
her deeply as we both cried our happy tears.

Dianna pulled back and suddenly began franticly pushing her
shorts down.

“Get inside of me as soon as you can, I have to feel you in me.
Make love to me, fuck me, I need you so badly right now.”

I watched her almost tripping over herself trying to remove the
shorts she was wearing, followed by her panties. She straddled
the arm on the sofa facing away from me and looked back as I was
working on my belt and zipper. I didn’t have to worry about being
excited enough to perform, her gorgeous body draped over the
sofa, one knee on the sofa, and the other leg standing as she
bent showing her perfect ass and pink pussy to me had me rigid
quickly. Luckily I wasn’t wearing jeans and these pants just fell
to my ankles and I took hold of my cock and brought it to her
pink and coral heaven and it was like metal to magnet the way she
drew me in as she sucked her breath and gasped.

“Oooooohhh Godddddddd!! That’s what I need so and I know you
wouldn’t give to anyone else. We can always make each other
happy!!” She cried out like I was in the next room.

I stayed as far in her as I could and pushed her little sweater
top up and undid her bra so I could fill my hands with those
glorious tits. I started to bang her hard like I was giving her a
grudge fuck, but I really wasn’t. I just wanted her as bad as she
wanted me. No other woman could please me like Dianna. All those
things I saw my other women for, the wild sex, the playland sex,
the oral sex, the anal sex, the tender sex, Dianna was best at.
She couldn’t get enough of me, and I of her. I couldn’t pound
that pussy too hard for her. She braced herself and pushed back
as hard as I dealt it. She was going to make me cum fairly quick.
I gripped her ass tightly and drove it up into her until I felt
my cum rise and I filled her. I kept pumping slower and slower
until I fell onto her, reaching under her and filling my hands
with her firm generous boobs.

I whispered in her ear, “No one else gets this cock, do you
understand me?”

She started to stand up, pushing me back and I thought she was
going to hug me, but she bent over and took my dripping wilting
dick into her mouth, sucking it as deep as she could, then
kissing the tip 3 times before standing and looking at me
straight in the eye.

“I understand fully. I couldn’t bear to lose you even for the few
hours I did. I don’t know how I’m going to last until you move
in. I’ll try to get it done in two weeks, spoon feeding the idea
to Missy. If we all do things together enough, I think she’ll
love the idea of a new Dad figure around.” She said as we both
turned and sort of fell into the sofa to regain our strength. I
was satisfied she knew I was what she wanted me to be, and I was.

Chapter 11

Dianna wanted to “re-honeymoon” the rest of the day and again on
our last day before her daughter came home. I would certainly
enjoy a couple days of sex, but we already knew we were
compatible that way. Besides, she had a short commitment for the
early evening, modeling fall fashions for a charity fundraiser.
The step-off was for 7:20 so that usually meant she had to be
there for 6:00 for make-up and fitting. It also meant she
wouldn’t be eating lunch and we would have a late dinner. While
she was never one of those skin and bone models, she was paranoid
to keep her taut flat stomach. Her representation was for “full
figured” women, but the only thing full about her figure was her
bust line. Her bio from her portfolio says she was 34-23-34. She
actually had tits and hips where a good many of the other girls
she might work with fell into the waif category. Although, the
fact her waist was 23 inches made it a little humorous to call
her full figured. Dianna fell into the 60’s and 70’s average
Playboy centerfold look, buxom and sensual. When she was made up,
she was stunning, not that she wasn’t naturally pretty without
any make-up (what she preferred).

I suggested that we go out and look around for a few accent
pieces for her home to make it a little less girlie.

“You know I have a few things here in my house that I would like
at your place, especially my exercise equipment and music
system.” I told her in hopes we could get out.

“I have exercise stuff.” She said hoping for avoid the subject.

“Di, a rowing machine, and a speed bag do not interest me. I like
my stair climber and recumbent bicycle. I need stuff for cardio
and leg strength. Your stuff is for flat bellies and firm boobs.”
I said admiring with a squeeze to each of the areas I mentioned.

She reclined her head back over my shoulder and looked at me
longingly before saying cutely, “Do you have any complaints as to
the results from those two aids.”

“No, but I don’t need men ogling my boobs, longing over my belly
button, or pinching my ass.” I said.

“Oh, I do, . . .. umm, as long as it’s you.” She said kissing me
and then pulling herself up to gather her shorts and panties.

“Come on, my lover. Follow me to my house where I can change and
we can go out and start making my little princess house in a
castle for a king too.” Dianna said with a chuckle before turning
to help me up, hug me and speak softly into my ear.

“Promise me you’ll never leave mad like that again, you broke my
heart.”

“Well then, our hearts matched.” I told her, “I take great pride
in my character, my devotion, and my ethical ego. Never doubt me
again. I would never hurt you.” I said back to her.

Her eyes well and she hugged me so tightly I could barely
breathe.

At Dianna’s house I went through the catalogs and papers for
sales on furniture and accents pieces to figure our best places
to go as she changed, and then we were off.

She had changed into low riding jeans and a cropped top, tying
her hair back into a pony tail. I hadn’t noticed how hot and
delicious she looked until we got to the big Pier One store and
were about to go in.

“Holy crap, Dianna! Why did you wear that get up? You look hot
enough to eat right here.”

“I don’t look cheap, do I? These are the jeans I usually wear
out, although normally with a longer top. But, it’s hot out
today.” She asked, not realizing how smoking hot she looked.

“Look at your reflection in the window.” I told her as we stood
in front of the car.

“Ouch, that is a little racey. These are real ASS jeans aren’t
they? They’re comfy because they ride low and the denim is really
soft, almost like fleece, they feel like.”

“I’m going to have to fight off guys trying to hit on you.”  I
said, kidding her.

“I’ll get a long t-shirt in here, if they have them.” She said
worrying.

“I don’t mind you in these clothes as long as you’re not bothered
by the guys who may stare.” I said to calm her.

“Well, I make a living showing my body off, that doesn’t bother
me, but I usually don’t go out like this. I always wear a long
baggy top in these.” She explained confidently.

We went into the store and right away a guy with his girl, or his
wife locked eyes on us and as we turned up the aisle, his eyes
followed and I heard him jolt from the elbow he got from his
companion. I’m sure he wouldn’t be the first guy to trip over his
tongue today and I decided I kind of liked the attention she was
getting, because I knew at the end of the day, she was all mine.

“You know that copper coal hod you have beside the rubber tree
plant in your living room?” She asked.

How about we get some of that dried long grass and put that in
there and move it beside “your” chair, next to the floor lamp?”

“Well, I guess that’s a start. We just have to do a few things so
it doesn’t feel like the Peppermint Pattie Palace, or where
Tinkerbelle lives.” I said, not wanting her to go crazy with big
changes.

“Oh, well I was thinking of maybe a saddle over the back of the
sofa and a big longhorn over the mantel and a moose head on the
den wall.” She said trying to counter my exaggeration.

I leaned up and discreetly grabbed one of her ass cheeks and
whispered, “How about I take you back and spank your ass red for
being a wise ass?”

“If I thought you were serious, I’d race you to the car. NO, we
can’t do that I have to work tonight and if I have a bathing suit
my red butt will show. Take a rain check.” She kidded back.

“Listen, Di, it’s just when you walk in your front door the place
is very girlie until you get to the bar or the kitchen. It’s the
living room, the first thing people see that needs a little
toughening up. I know you have a fake fireplace, but how about
brass andirons and a tool set with a log holder with ceramic
logs. Maybe get a school house clock for over the mantel or even
an anniversary clock. Just something to take the fluffiness
away.” I tried to example her.

“I know what you mean. The white bricks on the fireplace and the
white marble mantel seem to reflect the rust sofa, and it makes
the whole wall almost pink in low light. Maybe even moving the
sofa long ways facing the front would help.” She said, getting
serious.

“Maybe it’s the pink hue that gives the impression.” I conceded.

“But I like the fireplace add-irons, though. It would make it
more homey, friendly, and a little masculine. If we do that, add
your coal hod and maybe a few of your accent pieces, you have a
few old jugs I always admire.”

“Hmm, so do YOU!” I jumped in.

“Good Lord, my boyfriend is 15 years old, AND lost the license on
the spanking.” She said shaking her head and walking away from
me.

We finished our shopping for the accents we talked about and
headed home just before 4 and brought our things in, after
stopping at my house, and reconfigured the living room a little.
Adding the fireplace accents and moving the sofa made a ton of
difference. I only had to hang the school house clock over the
mantel. I got the hardware I needed to do that and looked for a
ladder, but had to settle for a dining room chair to stand on.

I got the hanger tight on the wall and pulled on it a few times
to be sure it would take the weight and asked her to hand me the
clock. I lined up the hanger and the mounting hole on the back of
the clock and tried to eye it level.

“How does that look?” I asked turning to her, still standing in
the chair.

“Mmmmm, it looks just fine, and the clock looks good too.” She
said as I looked down to see her at eye level with my crotch.

“I think you’re about to find out how Wilt Chamberlin felt when
he got his cock sucked.” She said as she ran her hand up the
length of my cock through my pants.

Before I could say anything she had her fingers on the tab of my
zipper, pulling it down.

“This will be my first standing blowjob, AND just the perfect
snack before I go to work tonight.”

As much as I wanted to keep everything all business until
tonight, I was hardly in a position to turn her down, nor did I
want to.

Once my zipper was down she fished out my dick through the slash
and pressed her mouth to my zipper as I was getting harder by the
second. She let me go for a minute and pulled my undershorts down
below my balls and placed her hands on the balls of my ass as she
fed my cock in and out of her mouth. When I looked down at her
she had her eyes closed and was really into what she was doing.
She loved it and made sure I enjoyed it fully. It wasn’t going to
take long to get me off, she was so sensuous, and I felt myself
getting close. I went to put my hand at the base of my cock to
help, but she pushed it away, looking up to only say, “mouth
only, cum for me”. An invitation like that is enough to get any
man off and in another 30 seconds or so, she was about to achieve
success. I groaned loudly and went a little weak in the knee, but
her hands on the moons of my ass kept me steady as she licked and
sucked my dry. She ended with a big fat kiss on the head and
looked up to me saying. “Suddenly this room is VERY masculine.”
and then cackling, so proud she had made the joke.

I looked for her shoulder to steady me as I stepped off the chair
and she smiled big to me.

“See the fun we can have living together?” She said as I
staggered to the sofa to sit while she put the tools and chair
away.

Dianna came back and sat beside me, cuddling next to me.

“I love you, and love to make you happy, because you make me so
happy.” She said in a sexy tone.

“Now is that the real official “I Love You”?”

“No that’s the one we throw around so we both know how we want to
feel. If it was the official one, would you have said it back?”

“No, I want my official “I Love You” to be at a real intimate
moment, probably in bed. We should wait 6 months, huh? Then if I
ask you to marry me and set the date for another 6 months no one
can say we’re rushing.” I told her.

She turned to me, her eyes filling with tears, but a grin
breaking out on her face amid the waterfall. “Are you really
going to ask me when you say it?”

“Calm down Di, we still have a ways to go, but I will if I do. We
can’t leave Missy in that lurch. If we can still stand each other
in 6 months and can say it and mean it, I’m prepared to make the
jump.”

She was hugging me tighter than ever now, crying like crazy,
obviously happy.

“Dianna! Calm down, how do we know we’ll feel the same way? Wait
till I pee on the seat a few times, leave the seat up, fart under
the covers and pull them over your head, you know all the fun
stuff.” I said kidding her.

She looked me deep in the eyes and said, “I can clear a room with
my farts, and one good shot under the covers deserves one back.”
She said poking me and laughing like a clown.

“No, Dean, I know there are still a lot of bridges to cross, but
I really don’t expect any problems. I literally fell in love with
you the first time we talked, and after we dated I knew. Then
after we had sex, I was ready for anything. We fit together so
well.” She said looking up at me from her snuggle in my chest.

“I guess,  . . . me too! Sort of the same feelings at those
points. Now,  . . . No Doubts?”I asked, with her knowing EXACTLY
what I meant.

“Positively no doubts.” She said emphatically.

We lay together on her sofa until she heard an alarm in the
kitchen.

“Shit, it’s 5 o’clock. I’ve got to shower and get ready for the
show. I set the timer to be sure we didn’t fall asleep out here.”


I had planned to stay backstage at the fashion show but Dianna
said she did not want me to see her treated like a piece of meat.
She didn’t feel degraded by it, but for me to see it, . . . I
wouldn’t like it.

“I have men and women helping me in and out of clothes, people
applying double stick tape, or painting body glue to keep fits
perfect. I know it goes with the territory, but as I watch the
other girls and women, I know how awful it looks. Most parents
aren’t allowed to be back there, but there are chaperones. Dean,
they try to make my tits and ass look the best in their frocks
and fashions. They tape your boobs together, they lift your
moons, they . . . .”

“STOP! I don’t need to hear anymore and I don’t want to hear
anymore. If I watched once I’m sure I would just take you out of
there.” I said just trying to picture how they would handle her
like a doll.

“Just think of the money I make, how I’m somewhat of an industry
star, at least in that circle, and that I’m in demand. By the
time they won’t want me to represent their stuff I’ll have enough
set aside to retire. If we end up getting married we may both be
able to retire young. I really already have enough in a trust
account for Missy’s college so I’m just interested in my own
future and you’re going to make that wonderful.” She said as she
broke off from me with a kiss and dashed to the shower.

Financially I was already pretty independent. Pharmacists make
pretty good money and I’ve always been careful with how I spent
my money. I made a lot of good investments, and got out of the
market when I thought I saw things just getting too good to last.
When the bubble burst, I didn’t get hurt. I entrusted most of my
savings with a good investment advisor and have made money
continuously. On the side I’ve been buying actual gold, none of
that paper stuff for me, and I’ve filled a few safe deposit
boxes. It was a real plus to know that neither she nor I would
ever be accused of being after the others money, we were both
quite set. Besides, if we DID get married we had my home to sell
and we stood to make money on that since I bought it in a
distressed market.

Dianna was stunning at the fashion show and I was surprised at
how many people were there. These were affairs that went on 4 or
5 times a year and I had NEVER heard anything about them, yet the
fashion photogs and reporters were there in droves and little
showed up in local papers the next day. It was just an industry
event.

As I stood in the sidelines waiting to watch the show a young man
came out with a folder and walked up to me, “Are you Dean?”

I assented and he handed me the folder and said that Dianna
wanted me to hold it for her. The folder was from her agency and
it was not sealed so I opened it to see what it was. It was her
itinerary for the next 2 weeks and she was going to be busy. She
apparently had turned down a few things in these 10 days or so to
be with me while Missy was away, but she was certainly going to
make up for it in the next two weeks. She had another fashion gig
on Long Island and a photo ad shoot in New York the same day for
a lingerie manufacturer. She had a three day photo ad shoot for
General Motors for their new brochures to hump next year’s
models, as well as a media ad for a few GM models for magazines,
Time and People. There was nothing where her name would appear,
but apparently her wholesome face and delicious body were quite
popular with many ad agencies who clamored to hire her. I was
figuring that it must be because she looks mature, not old, but
NOT a kid, and well nourished as opposed to the 90 pound waif
models who do many make-up ads. All in all there were 6 jobs over
the next 2 weeks and 3 of them were out of town. The 3 day shoot
was in Florida and her airline reservation was for two, adult and
child, so she was apparently able to bring Missy from time to
time.

I was a little overwhelmed at how much work she had and knew it
was not normally like this because in the couple months I had
known her, only 2 or 3 times there were conflicts when I asked
her for a date or anything.

 When the actual runway show began I sometimes had a hard time
recognizing her, she was made up so much, or had some sort of
headpiece to go with it. At one point in a 3 or 4 minute span I
know I saw her 3 times in different outfits. I can only imagine
what it’s like backstage. But, she always had a big friendly,
inviting smile and acted very proud of what she was wearing and
how it accented her figure, or maybe the other way around. It was
obvious from the reaction by the followers of fashion with steno
pads and camera phones clicking that she was a favorite. She
certainly lived an exciting, but crazy life.

At the end of the show I saw her peak from a side curtain to me
and hold a finger as if to say either WAIT or Just a few minutes.
In either instance, I hadn’t planned on going anywhere without
her.

The crowd was 98 percent cleared out and I was sitting with 4
other men obviously waiting for dates, wives, or girlfriends. Two
of the girls they were waiting for came out and they left with no
fanfare, but soon I heard a hail of goodbyes and shouts of well
wishing and Dianna came out from a door at side stage, waving
back to others.

“Well, MY, aren’t WE popular!” I said with a big smile.

“As long as they throw money, it’s fine.  I could work every day
right now and I’m not going to complain. If you looked in that
work folder I sent out you saw I’m pretty busy for the next 2
weeks. I told Daleanne, my agent, not to be so aggressive after
that. Missy is going to start pre-school and I want to be here
for her every day afterward for a while. Right now GM loves me
and as long as they have a lot of work for me, I’ll take it.
That’s the BEST stuff for my portfolio. Fashion is cool, but I
don’t think I have the body or age for a lot of the newer stuff,
except for lingerie.”

“Wow, you’ve been thinking about a lot since you got here!!” I
said, surprised she had so much laid out and we hadn’t really
mentioned much about it during the day.

“Daleanne hit me as soon as I got here today with all these
bookings. I always tell her I would rather be a face than a name.
People can see me and say, “oh there’s that lady again”, but I
don’t want to have people faun over DIANNA and want to be a
facebook friend or get an autograph. I told her that what I’m
doing right now makes me happy and I don’t plan to work for many
more years. She wants to get me bit parts in TV series or guest
spots on talk shows.” Dianna said, still bugged by the pressure
from her agent.

“Honey, are you SURE that would be bad for you?”

“Dean!” She said emphatically turning and pointing a finger
straight at my chest as we got to the parking lot, “I was fucked,
literally, out of a happy married life with my new baby. It was
all I ever wanted. This was a part time thing for a few extra
bucks that I had to turn into a means of support for Missy and I.
If my husband’s parents didn’t BUY our house for a wedding gift
that he stupidly cheated away I would be on the street right now.
I’m lucky to have what I have and NOW, with you, I have a chance
to get everything I thought I lost back, and be even happier than
I EVER thought I might be. I feel like a borderline prostitute
doing what I’m doing now, but I think of the security it has
bought Missy and I. If I get you, I’ll have everything I ever
wanted and needed. I want to be happy; I don’t need to be
famous.”

“OK, OK, OK! I didn’t know how passionate you are about it all. I
understand your wanting to be in the idyllic “dream life” of
husband, baby, house, even after you know the bruises and warts
that come with it. Just as long as you know what you’re giving
up.” I said, hoping she knew I sympathized with her feelings.

Teary eyed she stopped our hustled walk to the car and hugged me.

“Dean, I’m lucky to have gotten the breaks in this business. But
the curves and angles of my body, face it - tits and ass, keep me
working and luckily, they attracted you. I don’t want to have to
share my body with anyone but you, besides anonymous ads and
functions like this. If I was 19 again, I might accept some of
the things being offered to me, but I want to be happy. Missy
helps make me happy and you make the circle complete. I’ve been
hit on by a thousand guys since my husband left and not one of
them interested me. You, you were special and I don’t know how to
make you understand it the way I do.”

“Don’t think I don’t understand the attraction thing. The day I
approached you at that car show I really was going to ask you
about the car, but when you smiled at me, something just
happened. Even a few weeks later when you had called me, I
wondered why I was bothering with a woman who had no intention of
sleeping with me anytime soon. I was ready to just stop calling
you but every time I heard your voice, and then saw you, I knew
there was an attraction, magnetism. So don’t think I don’t
understand that.” I assured her.

She chuckled as we got to the car and I held the door for her.

“What’s so funny?” I wondered.

“The night I brought you home and gave you the sex preview? . . .
you know when I left the house that night my intention was to
bring you home, get myself good and laid and ask you to leave and
lose my number. I didn’t need the drama of me calling you, you
not responding, and when you did, find out you’re out whoring
around. Once I was with you that night I said a thousand things I
never planned on. Suddenly I wanted to get my hooks in you. How
did I do?” She said with a smart, self serving chuckle.

“Ummm, pretty good, you sucked my cock while I stood on a chair
and fed it to you this afternoon, but I thought that was me
hooking you!” I said with my own self-serving chuckle.

“We better face the fact that the chase is over, we caught each
other. If giving you a blowjob is you hooking me, what’s you
licking my asshole?” She grinned.

“Touché.”  I said fist bumping her “I don’t think we need to one
up each other. We’re free falling into love and we just have to
make sure we don’t get caught on anything in the fall.”

Besides when I was a kid, I never felt the way I do for anyone
before. At 16 and 17 I was in love with a few girls, but
unfortunately they didn’t know who I was. Maybe if they knew how
many quarts of spooge they had helped me jerk up, they may have
given me a second look. But, my point is, what Dianna and I had
was terribly special. It was like eating filet mignon instead of
a Big Mac. Both were going to fill you up, but the filet was
memorable and made you yearn for more.

Without trying we had passed another checkpoint in our
relationship, she told me her goals and expectations and had made
it known to me that the day when she wouldn’t work at all wasn’t
that far off. She wanted to be a housewife and mother. I had to
admit that the thought of being a father never really drew much
thought, but in the few minutes after her telling me about her
career hopes and plans I suddenly realized that possibility. In a
world where couples almost HAD to both work to make ends meet, we
were in a place where it wasn’t going to be necessary. The house
was essentially paid for, except for yearly taxes, and she had
put away a lot of money for Missy’s education, and / or a rainy
day. If things were to work out, I could sell my house and have
that much more to work out a future with. Suddenly, the big head
was doing more thinking than the little one.

Chapter 12

Despite the fact that I would screw anything with a pussy, and
was a little low in the moral standards bank, and had little
conscience for any of the one night, one week or even one month
stands I took part in, it always was a two way street and never
gave ANY woman the impression that what we had in bed was
anything more than entertainment. Any time I WAS interested in
more I usually stated my case early on that I “really liked”
them. This usually scared off about half and the other half
usually did or said something to sway my initial impression.
There are a lot, A LOT, of women who are looking for a
relationship with good sex and few other ties. They work or study
hard all week, want to let off some steam on the weekend and walk
away to work on Monday morning not worrying if he’s going to
call, if she has to meet them during the week, etc. Our lives
have changed. Men and women have seen too many of their friends
get burned in marriages not well thought out. They dive into a
marriage commitment when the sex is great and there are no bills
to pay. Once they realize they aren’t “playing house” and the
bills are real and you can’t “go out” every weekend, the luster
is gone. On the other hand there are many couples who ARE right
for each other, but have a fight early on and think “it’s over”
or can’t admit they are wrong in a disagreement, or just don’t
want the hassle of dealing with the hurt feelings. Divorce became
so easy, so commonplace that as little thought as went into the
marriage, goes into the divorce. Marriage is hard work, and it
isn’t easy. It takes a lot of pride swallowing and sacrifice for
both parties. I saw and knew all of this and was precisely why I
spent so much time looking for a piece of ass, instead of a
“mate”. I thought I had met the “right” girl more than once, but
each time they proved, or I proved, unfit for relationship
status.

With Dianna, it was totally different, she had the something that
was always missing. As much as she is financially stable, is a
knockout to look at, is game for any sexual adventure, I’m sure I
would be interested if that all went away. When she looks at me
and our eyes meet, there are sparks. I know that sounds corny,
but we just click. It was the reason I had to leave when she
doubted my character. If I stayed I could have forgiven her too
easily and not taken care of the problem. I had to remove myself
from her to make my point and not soften my stance.

On the night before our last day before Missy came back we were
supposed to go to dinner after her fashion show, but instead I
asked her if she might rather get something to go and head back
to her home for an intimate evening.

“As long as there’s a bottle of wine in the deal, being alone
with you and feeding each other dinner would be perfect. I’ve
changed in and out of 20 outfits tonight, including gluing
bikinis to my boobs and ass. If I could go home and put on
jammies or sweats and relax and eat, it would be fabulous. Are
you sure you don’t mind?” She purred.

“No, I would prefer it. We can talk and eat and enjoy each other
privately.”  I said, glad she agreed.

“Just how can we enjoy each other?” She asked coyly.

“Any pleasure you desire.” I said.

“Ahhhhhh, desire. That’s a hot word. Suppose I desire something
you don’t.”

“I can’t imagine what that would be. If it involved you, I would
do it.” I said as I felt my cock jump in my pants as we pulled
into the lot at a favorite Greek place I frequented.

“Ooooo, Greek. You must be a mind reader.” She said laughing
uncontrollably.

I smiled and fell forward on the steering wheel at her double
entendre as I parked.

“I really don’t “like” Greek, the food, except they do these
little lamb kabobs and the Gyro’s here are to die for.” I said
laughing as she was having fun with me.

“Gear-ozsh? What are they?”

“Ever hear of Jy-rose?”

“Yes, the little wraps?” she said innocently.

“Finally, something I can show you something that you haven’t
experienced, REAL Greek food, and I don’t even like most of it,
the grape leaves and all that spicy crap.” I said as I got out to
place the order.

I looked back into the car before I closed the door telling her,
“I get the order in and we’ll go up the block to get wine, don’t
run away.”
She smiled happily.

When I got back into the car she leaned over the console and
rested on her elbow and looked up to me.

“I understand Greek is an acquired taste. Hmmm, I thought I
already knew a lot about it and it seems to me, I showed you some
of what I know.” She cooed in a sexy lilt.

“You know,” I complained, “I have to go in public with this
problem in my pants.” I said pointing down at my obvious pudge.

She moved up over the console as soon as I parked in front of the
Package store and kissed me, whispering, “You may have to spank
me and get those cheeks good and red before you do anything.”

I almost came in my pants at that point and got out and went into
the store walking a little strained as she laughed in the car. I
got a bottle, 2 in fact, of 7 Deadly Zins, a wine blend that lent
itself quite nicely to Greek and certain Italian dishes.

Dianna became a pure vixen by the time I came out, she had sat
back in the bucket seat, and had one hand up her shirt fondling
her breast and the other hand holding her crotch.

“You just love making me crazy, don’t you?” I asked her, but she
only smiled as an answer.

She sat up and fixed herself, smoothing her top and sitting back
buckling her seat belt.

“I’ve been a mean tease, but I’ll behave myself now. After we’ve
eaten I’ll take the spanking I deserve.” She said looking at me
with a teasing smile.

I could see it was going to be a fun night. She was in a horny
and playful mood, and I don’t think she was bluffing about her
talk of “liking Greek”. She gave me the impression she dug the
initial pain burn and intensity of anal screwing, but wanting a
red ass was just playful fantasy that I think every woman enjoys
at one point or another.

We drove back to the restaurant to pick up our food and we still
had 5 minutes to wait of the 15 they said it would take. I turned
the car off and she unbuckled her seat belt and scooted across
the low console and laid back into my chest. I wrapped my arms
around her and we looked out over the top of the Greek place at
the clear starry night.

“With all the shit going on around us, the traffic, the shopping
center here, and worrying how to spoon feed the idea of us being
together to my daughter, planning all the work Daleanne has me
booked for . . . . . . . . right now it’s just me and you in the
world. You holding me and me feeling the warmth off your body.
You make me feel so safe, so secure, and tonight I have no doubts
you’ll make me feel ecstasy over and over. Right now I really
adore you.” She said in a soft voice and she stared off into the
night.

“Adore?” I asked, “Is that a way to avoid saying the serious “I
Love You”? Because if it is, it’s perfect. I’ll adore you too. I
may say I love you a hundred times tonight, but I’ll save the big
one for the right time, and we know that’s going to happen. I
adore you, too.”

She picked up her head and craned it around to meet eyes with a
great big smile on her face, saying “If I made you up to dream
about, not a thing would change Dean. I wish this moment could
last forever.”

“If I had shades on the windows to pull down, I’d make love to
you right here. Let me go get the food so we can go home and be
alone.” I said as she pulled herself up and turned into her seat
while I went to pick up our order.

Once back at her place we set the food down on the kitchen island
and she quickly pulled up two tall stools where you could sit on
the long end of the kitchen centerpiece. This way we could sit
close, almost face to face across from each other.

She was hesitant to try the lamb kabobs but loved the gyro,
commenting on the flavor and freshness of the veggies and tasty
sauce. Once I told her that the meat in the gyro was also lamb
she gave me a wary eye and picked up a stick of meat, onion,
pepper and mushrooms and tried it.

“OK, you won this one. I’m a little picky on certain things I’ve
never tried and sounded unappetizing, like lamb. All I can think
of is “Mary Had A Little” when you say lamb. Deer meat, Bambi,
and rabbit, Peter Cottontail and Bugs, are still out. But, this
is delicious.” She said after trying it.

Cute things like that, when they came out of her mouth just
endeared me to her. She was so cute, unassuming, and innocent at
times, worldly at others, and just so sexual at other times. Yet,
as a Mother, she was the perfect Mom. On top of that she was the
most beautiful and strikingly pretty and attractive woman I had
ever been with, and I had done quite well over the years. As I
ate and looked at her a thought struck me that I would never have
thought or expected to think in my 30 years, I could easily grow
old with this person. She could make every day an adventure. Yes,
she had her faults as I certainly had mine, but we fit together
so well in so many ways.

After eating and picking up we poured the rest of the first
bottle of wine in our glasses and headed to the living room. I,
by habit, headed to “my” chair, but she pulled me to the sofa and
she pushed me to plop down and, after setting the wine glasses on
the coffee table, slid comfortably next to me.

“Ohhh, we shouldn’t open that second bottle of wine. This one put
the perfect edge on the evening, the second one would put me to
sleep.” She said as she passed my glass to me and held hers to
toast.

“To our last night alone for a bit, may we make the best of it.”
She said with a look and a tone that would have drove any man
crazy.

I took a small sip, as did she, but I downed the rest of the half
glass, and she her slightly less full glass. She took the glasses
and settled back into the sofa turning her lips to me that I
immediately devoured.

We necked and kissed trading tongues and saliva back and forth
until I couldn’t resist lowering my hand to get under the little
pink sweater that had ridden up her back a bit. Just touching her
skin excited me and I ran my hand up her back and discovered no
bra as I moved a bit and slid my other hand also up her back.
Holding my mouth tight to hers I used my arms to pull her toward
me as I fell back onto the sofa, with her lying on top of me. I
ran my hands over her ass as we continued to eat at each other’s
mouths until she sat up on me with a sexy smile before she pulled
the little pink sweater top over her head. I had seen her breasts
many times, but each time was a revelation, so perfect with her
dark areola and pert nipples standing at attention on top of her
baseball sized tits.

She laid back onto me pressing them to my chest, but I had to
feel them, pressing her up from the sides of her torso, her eager
to have me play.

“How long do you think I’m going to stand you playing with them
before I have to rip your pants off and suck on you?” She said as
she turned her head up looking at the ceiling in sheer heaven.

“I’m not sure,” I said, “How long is polite?” I added, joking.

She burst out laughing and bent forward to get my mouth again and
we kissed hard until I just stuck my tongue out as far as I could
and held it like that. It only took her a second to pump her lips
on it up and down a few times before sitting up and back and pull
at the belt on my pants.

“You’re a sexy man, and I’ll show what I like to do to a sexy
man, especially one I . . . adore.”

She stood with one leg on the floor and the other in the sofa,
straddling over me, undoing my belt and pants, and then pulling
my pants and underwear down as I helped her, kicking it off.

As soon as my pants were free she settled between my legs, never
taking her eyes off her target, and plunged her mouth over me,
causing me to moan loudly at the sudden warmth of her mouth and
the soothing of her easing my aching blood fill. She grabbed my
cock and held it up and then pressed it to my stomach and went
down to tongue my balls.

“I think we should move this to the bedroom.” She said after some
lovely ball kisses.

I didn’t need to be coaxed.
She took me by the hands and walked me into the bedroom and
turned to me. “I’ve got my top off but pants on, you are the
opposite. We’ll never get anything inside anywhere like that.”

She reached for the bottom buttons on my shirt while I undid her
pants and soon we were both naked and moving for the bed. I let
her get on and when she rolled to her back I just fit myself
between her legs on my knees with my mouth going right to her
sweet pussy.

I love eating pussy, and when a woman loves it as much as Dianna,
it’s all the better. She was wet and kept juicing as I licked and
sucked her honey hole. Her moaning, yipping and jumping under my
tongue only made me want to send her off even more. Her breathing
and moans told me her first climax was near and I got ready to
hold my position, no matter how hard she fought to move me off
her. I no more than braced myself when she gasped and I heard her
strain like a woman giving birth. She caught her breath for a
moment and then she let out a howl I’m sure was heard to anyone
outside the house. I had hit the spot that made her crazy and she
tried to punch me off with her pubic bone twice before she gave
into more pleasure and came again and despite my holding her down
she managed to move me off. I flipped to the side and saw she had
a package of KY on her bed stand. I lurched up and crab walked to
grab that while she rode the down plane of her climax but it was
like getting too close to a dangerous animal. She turned and got
her mouth on my balls and a hand on my rear as she grunted like
an animal and nursed on my sack. I was in a most uncomfortable
position, but when a lovely like this wants to have your balls in
her mouth, like I was teabagging her, you can take a little
discomfort.

“You’re going to make me so hoarse I won’t be able to talk
tomorrow!” She said in a gravelly voice giving up my sack and
letting me fall back to the edge of the bed just about between
her legs again. I wasn’t sure if she saw me grab the KY pack or
not. I just wanted to make sure it didn’t have a menthol
fragrance, as that’s not to cool for any anal play. I’ve always
been an old fashioned tube KY guy, it’s usually best. It appeared
to be just a liquid form of the lube so I just kept it at hand.

I knew I wasn’t finished eating that pussy, but needed to give
her a short break so I rolled her back getting her knees bent
before she realized what I wanted her to do, lock her arms and
knees to splay herself. After kissing her quivering pussy lips I
ran my tongue over her perineum to her cute little butt hole and
gave it a swish, making her jump. I proceeded to give her little
wrinkle a pretty good bath with my spittle and tongue making her
dilate enough to get a little bitter taste that I didn’t relish,
but I knew she was opening. I went back up to tease her puffy
lips and tickle her clit from time to time.

In the meantime I managed to get the top off the KY bottle and
get some on my middle finger and once when I went up to kiss her
sensitive clit, I poked her right through her wrinkle and inside,
making her start, big time.

She took a deep breath and said in a quivering voice, ‘So you
want to play, huh?”

I got up a little and took the bottle out to show her I had it
and withdrew my finger. I put the tip of the bottle to her
asshole and squeezed a little in. I quickly followed that with my
middle finger again. She rolled her eyes back and closed them and
moaned as I pumped my finger in and out.

Ooooooooh I was a naughty girl before, teasing you about this.
Now you’ve got to do this just to make me see what teasing does,
huh?” She playacted.

“Uh huh, I do. Is the bad girl afraid to get fucked up her ass?”

“No, the bad girl likes to get fucked up her ass. It makes her
cum inside her pussy after the sting goes away.” She said in a
decidedly deeper, edgier voice than she had used a seconds ago.

“She really WAS nervous”, I thought to myself.

“But, if she’s been a bad tease, she should get it!” She added a
second later.

“Is that better than a spanking?” I asked, continuing to help her
play along.

“She might get both. She might get spanked after they put the
plug in to stretch her out.” She said, showing me the way through
her little fantasy.

“Get the plug.” I told her.

 She pulled herself off my finger and crawled to the bed stand
and opened the drawer and took out a cloth bag and reached in to
pull out the same plug I had pulled from her last week when she
had me fuck her there to quell the want she had.

She handed it to me and stood at the foot of the bed and bent
over from the waist, her legs spread just a little. I took the
plug and drenched it with the liquid KY and pressed it to her
little hole. She drew in a big breath and I pushed it. Although
it went in fairly easy to the eye, I know it was A LOT to take in
one push, but that was how she told me she liked it the other
night. “Slowly and all the way, don’t stop for me”, she had said.

She wanted to twist to her knees but she quickly made her bent
over self erect again. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help that. I’ll
stay up for my spanking.” She said leading me further through her
fantasy.

I stood back and looked at her pretty ass and wanted to just
squeeze it, not spank it, but I’d play along. I gave her a pretty
solid crack on one side and followed that with another of the
same to the other side. She sucked in her breath and stayed firm.
I slapped the pretty flesh two more times on each side and
paused.  I saw a drop of her juice drip off her exposed pussy
lips. As much as she was digging this little fantasy, I didn’t
see how I could continue this much longer. I was hard as a rock
and I was afraid of hurting her beyond what she may have
bargained for. Two more hard open slaps to each side and I told
her to get on the bed.

She quickly crawled up and left her ass up in the air, folding
her hands in front of her and resting her chin in them.

I needed a little relief and wordlessly I knelt beside her head
and she looked up and quickly pushed her mouth over my cock,
sucking hard, knowing she was relieving my blood-fill again. I
moved away from her and positioned myself behind her, twisting
the plug, before I pulled it slowly out. She sighed and moaned. I
just dropped the plug on the floor behind me and placed the head
of my cock to the dilated dimple of her cute bum and pushed into
her slowly and fully. She drew a long deep breath and started
breathing in heavy breaths. I reached down and rubbed her red
cheeks, hoping it might comfort her. She was adjusting to the
burn and in a few moments she seemed to calm and fall into the
relaxed position where she started.

I withdrew all the way until my head peeked out, and pushed back
in to the hilt. I did this slowly, listening to her grunts and
groans until I felt my own urge begin to rise and then I was out
for myself. I began to pump in and out of her. As I did she began
to react like the other night, an orgasm was building within her
vagina and she was digging it like crazy. She was arching her
back and twisting a bit under me, her hands went from in under
her chin to pinching and playing with her tits and nipples. It
was all a good show for me, for sure, hurrying along my nut. I
didn’t know if she wanted me to cum in her ass, and frankly, I
didn’t care at this point. She knew what was happening and could
pull away if she was dead set against it.

“Oh my God Dianna! Your tight ass is going to make me cum!!” I
said loudly and with enough force that she had to know I was
there.

She pushed herself back onto me and rutted her ass on me to help
me get it. I exploded into her and felt her squeezing me, almost
as if a hand was on me. I continued punching at her until it just
began to feel too damn good. Over sensitivity was going to drive
me out of the sweet little hole I had just fucked. I pulled back
easily, as I was standing, but my knees were buckling from sex
exhaustion and I simply fell forward on the bed next to her.

We both remained quiet for some time, fading in and out of light
sleep, enjoying the après-sex shinny down the orgasm ladder.

I opened my eyes to see if she were awake and she was looking at
me with adoring eyes.

“What a sweet man to play along with my sick little fantasy. See
what lonely nights alone in bed with KY and toys can make you
think up? You played your part real well. I don’t have any more
of those little plays in my head, so don’t think I’m some sort of
sicko. Digging on the pained stinging edge of getting a cock
shoved up your butt is one thing and it pays its rewards as you
saw, but, you really stung my ass good. I’ll be a good girl for a
long time. No more fantasys, only the real thing with you,
forever. I, uh . . ADORE you.” She said emphatically with a
little chuckle.

“Well, I must admit, you had me wondering and spanking you was
painful for me to do, but you seemed adamant. There really was no
need to punish yourself. When we’re alone, anything goes,
especially if you have a fertile sexy mind.” I told her petting
her cheek.

“I’d hate myself after I masturbated and did things to myself, so
mad at myself for giving into such pleasures and then blaming my
ex-husband for making me so desperate. I really needed that
spanking. Until I was 9 or 10 I used to get the paddle home, then
I began to get a shape and my Mom said I better behave because
Dad wouldn’t spank me anymore and she didn’t like to do it. Only
once after that little heart to heart, that I didn’t understand
until I was about 14, did I ever get it from her. She caught me
smoking pot with a neighbor boy in a little fort the guys built
in the woods behind our house. As she pulled me by the arm to go
home she saw that my bra was hanging out of my pocket. When we
got in the house I tried to run, but she had such a grip on my
arm, I had a mark there for a couple days. She got that paddle
and wailed my bare ass for 5 minutes, she was so pissed off at
me. Needless to say, I was grounded for weeks and almost every
day I got a talk on how boys were and how not to cheapen myself,
give myself away. It did some good, until I was 18 and going away
to school.  I was never loose with boys, even though I was
tempted a lot. That sore ass stayed with me a long time. . . .
and by the way, I DON’T spank Missy. That might change if  I feel
she needs reinforcement, but so far she has been an ideal child,
and NO my Mother does not lay a hand on her and she would never
see her again if she did. I got what I had coming when I was a
kid, I knew the consequences, but times have changed”

Her little tale (no pun intended) made me sad, and I told her I
would never hurt her in any way, ever again. She smiled at me and
blushed, saying “Except for when we want to get that sex toy
(grabbing me) of yours up there again. That hurts and stings at
first, but when it goes away, WOW! . . . . . and you must have
cum a gallon up there because I feel like I really have to go.”
She said sitting right up and dashing to the bathroom, closing
the door.

I didn’t really totally understand her little vignette and why
she had to act it out to settle some score with herself, but it
was part of getting to know her real person. Had she not
explained a lot, I would have been disturbed by it all, but the
sex was just incredible. With Dianna, the sex was always
incredible. She was always horny, very orgasmic, and loved
marathon sex when time allowed, PLUS, she was smart, very good
looking, self sufficient, and a real good Mommy.

When Dianna came back she assured me she was no worse for the
wear from our little foray into her weird fantasy and her bout
with my cock up her rump. After I washed up we cuddled in bed and
fell asleep both slept all through the night until almost 10
o’clock, which was odd for me, I’m usually an early riser. She
awoke first and was petting my cheek when I stirred. After
sharing some morning mouth kisses to clear things up once juices
got flowing, I made love to her, long, soft, and slow, our bodies
pressed together as I rutted softly on her. Only when I knew I
was close did I brace myself up and remove my mouth from beside
her ear, where I was whispering and groaning to her, and pump her
hard to a mutual orgasm. We had each other’s sex in our mouths
during our shower as a tease and then we went out for breakfast.
Our last day of “living together” until Missy was comfortable
with me had a great start. The plane carrying Missy and her
grandmothers wasn’t due until 4:45 so we still had time to play,
if we found the strength.


Chapter 13

I hated saying good-bye to Dianna when she left to go to the
airport to pick up her Mother, ex-Mother-in-law, and Daughter. We
had a great day of talking and making love. We literally spent
the afternoon lying on the sofa together telling each other life
stories that shaped some of our ideas of life. At one point we
grew tired of talking and Dianna got up to make coffee. When she
came back I had taken off my pants and shirt, sitting in just my
sky blue briefs for a certain shock value. She came around the
corner in just her panty for the same reason and we both laughed
so hard knowing we each thought on the same line trying to
surprise the other. She almost dropped the tray of the Keuriged
coffees.

Once we were half way through our coffee I began to grow between
my legs, her tits were just amazing and as much as I tried to
ignore them, . . well you can only imagine.
She didn’t comment, or even give me a look. She just put her
coffee down and reached over and pulled me from the slash and
gave me a wonderful hand job, something I hadn’t had in years
(besides self-inflicted ones). As she really began to get to me
she dipped her fingers into her panty and began to oscillate her
fingers. I volunteered to help her but she told me to concentrate
on cumming, because she was doing just that herself. When I was
reaching the point of no return I was beginning to rise up a bit,
at least my butt off the sofa, and when I warned her it wasn’t
going to stop she grabbed my empty coffee cup and had me shoot
into it. Once I was through, she got back to herself with both
hands and she turned her back to me and stretched out, her torso
over my legs. She came with a scream and body jerks and when she
turned her head towards my belly she slipped her mouth over the
tip of my cock and cleaned off what had oozed in the interim.

She stretched out and turned limp, looking at the clock.

“I’ve got to shower and get going. That’s going to have to hold
us for a little bit. Why do I feel like I’m saying goodbye, I
mean like I’ll never see you again. That’s how much I don’t want
to spend even a few nights away from you. I’ll call you tonight .
. . (sniff -sniff)”

“I’ll call you first, don’t worry. I’m working tomorrow, well
everyday this week. Maybe we can get to movie or dinner this
week, but I’ll call you every day. When’s your next gig?”

“I have the three dayer in Boca Grande, Florida for Wednesday,
Thursday and Friday. Then I go to Long Island on Monday, stay
over, and work in the City on Tuesday. I’ll be home through
Sunday, and I go west, Las Vegas, I think, and then Colorado. I
know it ends with a sunrise shoot at Red Rocks with GM on
Thursday, as long as there’s sun. No sun, we wait for another
day. If all goes well, I’m home mid-afternoon, I have a 12:30
flight back home booked. Missy starts kindergarten the next week
and I’ll be home every day. Your mornings off and day off are
filled that week.” She said smiling and craning her neck to kiss
what she had so lovingly played with a few minutes earlier.

She bounced up and looked at me like she was going to cry again.

“Come ON, Dianna. This is only going to be a few days. I’m here,
I love and adore you and nothing will come between us. We’ll talk
every day and get together as soon as we can.” I explained as I
started to get dressed.

“Where in Florida is Boca Grande?” I wondered aloud.

“It’s about 50 miles from Fort Myers on the coast, but they have
me in a really posh resort where some of the shooting will be.”
She said as if she really didn’t want to go.

We parted with a long kiss and rib cracking hug amid her tears. I
kept insisting there was no reason for tears but it was falling
on deaf ears. I just had to leave to let her get back to the
reality of the situation.

At home I had a lot of work clothes to get laundered that hadn’t
been touched in 2 weeks. Being away this long, I had to get in
early the next morning to audit my controlled inventory. I
trusted everyone I worked with, but I wasn’t going to jail for
anyone. I made arrangements for our district audit manager to
meet me first thing before I opened the pharmacy department.


Missy ran up the jetway, breaking from her grandmothers when she
saw her Mommy. She jumped into her arms and they spun around as
Missy clung to Dianna.

“Oh, I missed you so Missy, did you have a good time?” Dianna
said to her as she tearfully hugged her child.

“Yes Mommy, but I couldn’t wait to see you and sleep in MY
house.” She said excitedly.

All the way home in the car Missy expounded on all of the things
they did, and never mentioned her father. Finally Dianna could
take it no more,

“So how was Missy’s Dad?” she said looking up in the rear view
mirror at the two grandmothers.

“Oh, he was good, just busy.” Her ex-mother in law, who Missy
called Nana, said.

“He was busy, alright.” Her mother, who Missy called Gramma, said
not looking at the mirror, but out the window.

Dianna decided to drop it, at that point.

Dropping off the two women meant goodbyes to Missy and thanking
them for taking Missy and all. Soon Dianna was on her way home
with Missy.

“So how was your Daddy? Did you do much together?” She asked.

“No, he had ‘portant bizness trip.” Missy said in 5 year-old
speak.
“Really! Where did he have to go?”

“He said out of state, but Gramma said it had something to do
with monkeys, I think.” The child unknowingly passed on.

“Did you do ANYTHING with him?” Dianna asked quietly, not wanting
to sound harsh.

“Oh yes, we played his Wii bowling one night and then watched a
movie of Robin Hood he had rented for me. We had a pizza
delivered too.” Missy said.

Disingenuously Dianna said, “So he bought you a pizza.”

“No, Nana paid for it, all Daddy had was “hundruds” he said and
would pay Nana back.

Missy was quiet for quite a time and then she reflected a bit
before saying, “Nana was real mean to Daddy on the phone. She
hollered so loud that Gramma took me outside that night.”

“Really, well sometimes Mommy’s get mad at their kids, you know
Daddy is Nana’s son, right?”

“Yeah, I know, but you never holler at me like that.”

“No, we don’t do that in our house. What was Nana mad at? Do you
know?” She asked trying to milk some information.

“I saw a man who looked just like Daddy at the Hollywood place at
Disney World.” Missy said.

“Do you mean Planet Hollywood? What were you doing there?” Dianna
asked.

“We were just walking by and I saw him, and he could have been
Daddy’s twin. Nana went back and looked after I saw him, and that
made her mad at Daddy when he called that night.” Missy said.

Dianna couldn’t wait to get a private moment to call her mother
to get the real story here.

“Did you meet Daddy’s girlfriend?”

“No, but he said I might have a new other Mommy.” Missy answered
and sort of asked.

“If Daddy got married again, his wife would be your step-Mom. I
will be your real Mom forever, no matter what, and you know I
love you forever.” Dianna said thinking to herself what a
jack-ass her ex was for even saying something stupid like that.

“I know that Mommy!”

They were home from Missy grandmother’s retirement community in
no time. Missy was surprised at the changes in the living room
and Dianna explained that she just wanted a different look
because she wanted to surprise Missy when she got home. After a
quick snack Missy was off to play in her room.

When she was sure Missy was involved with her toys Dianna called
her Mother.

As soon as her mother answered Dianna was quick to question her,
“Mom, what in hell was going on with Paul while you were down
there?”

“I knew you were going to call. I wanted to slap the crap out of
him, but his mother really gave it to him. Here’s what happened.
The first night we were there Paul took his Mother out that night
after Missy was in bed. He brought her down to the club house in
his complex and introduced her to this woman he says he’s serious
about. Her name is Myrna, or Myra, something like that. After her
Nana told me about this I cornered Paul in the morning and told
him NOT to mention anything to Missy about another woman. Then he
goes right against my wishes and tells her she “might” have a new
Mommy. Then the next day he says he has to leave for 3 days on a
business trip, out of state, but he’ll call every night and be
home to take Missy out with us to Disney at least one day. So on
Thursday we’re walking out of the park past Planet Hollywood to
get our bus and Missy says she saw her Daddy at the outside bar
there. Nana goes back to look and goes inside and comes out a few
minutes later telling Missy the man looked almost just like her
Daddy. Later she tells me it WAS Paul and he was with some other
woman, not the one he introduced her to. When he called and
talked to Missy that night she said she saw a man who Nana said
could be his twin. So finally Nana took the phone and she lit
into him good and Missy and I had to leave so she wouldn’t hear
it. Paul had told her he was with an old girlfriend and he wasn’t
sure which girl he wanted to marry. MARRY! He wants to screw
around like that and get married again. He didn’t come back until
last night AFTER we got back from Disney with a DVD to watch and
he ordered a pizza that I ended up paying for. I told you before
you got married to him he was no good.” Her mother prattled on
and on until Dianna stopped her.

“Mom! It’s easy to call him a piece of shit now, but at the time
he was good to me and you were wrong. He turned into a disgusting
pig, and he’s still one. I’m not going to send her down there
again. Let him sue me, but I doubt he would care.” Dianna said,
getting more irritated at Paul AND her mother for the “I told ya
so.”

She called Missy to the kitchen and sat down at her little table
with cups of yogurt.

“Sit down with Mommy so we can have some girl talk.” Dianna said
when Missy came around the corner.

Missy smiled big and loved it when Mommy sat down with her at her
little table.

“Remember when I had to go out one night a while ago and Lisa
stayed after you went to bed, and the night when Gramma came over
and stayed with you because I had something to do?” Dianna asked
as Missy nodded yes.

“Well, on those two nights I had a date with a man I met who I
really like. While you were away I saw him a few more times and
we really like each other a lot. I told him all about you and he
really wants to meet you soon. His name is Dean and we have a lot
of fun together. He makes Mommy real happy.”

Missy sat with a smile thinking about what her Mom just told her.

“Is he cute, Mommy?”

Dianna laughed out loud at her question and reached over to hug
her.

“Yes, he’s cute, but more than anything, we make each other happy
and I think you would really like him.” She explained.

“Can he be my new Daddy?” She asked innocently.

“Well, if he and I ever got married, he would be your STEP dad,
but for now he can be our really good friend. Your real Father
will always be your Father.” Dianna explained.

Missy’s face turned sullen and her eyes welled up.

“What’s the matter precious? What makes you sad?”

“My real Daddy doesn’t like me very much I guess. I heard Gramma
tell Nana he was a naughty name and Nana said she knew it.” Missy
said bursting into tears.

Dianna took Missy in her arms, sitting in her little chair and
hugged her tightly.

“I’m sure your Daddy loves you very much. He’s just so far away
he can’t see you all the time.”

“When I go to see him he always goes away. He didn’t like staying
with you and he doesn’t like staying with me.” Missy said
surprising Dianna that she was that perceptive.

Dianna was struck for words and welled up herself and before she
had something to say Missy added, “You said he left and moved
away because he didn’t love you anymore, I don’t think he loves
me anymore either.”

Dianna hugged her even tighter and reinforced what she said
earlier. “NO, NO, No, your Daddy loves you very much. He just
doesn’t show his love the way I do. You and me are best buddies
as well as Mommy and Missy. He can’t be that because he’s not
here, but if he was, it would be different, I promise.”

“Is he EVER going to come back and be with us?” She asked,
somewhat hopefully.

“No, I’m afraid that won’t happen. That’s why Mommy got a
boyfriend. She needs someone to love her too.”

“I love YOU, Mommy. Don’t you know that?”

“I know that, of course. But the love when you have with a man is
different.”

“Do you mean to make babies?” She asked innocently.

“Something like that, but you’re too young to understand and I
think you’ve watched too much TV. Mommy isn’t going to make any
babies for now.”

“Do you love your boyfriend Dean?” She asked trying to
understand.

“Missy, Mommy and Dean are trying to see if we do love each
other. We know we like each other very much. That’s why he wants
to meet you. I told him how special you are. Maybe someday if we
all like each other we can do things together.” Dianna said
waiting for her reaction.

There was a long silence and Dianna could see her little mind was
processing thoughts and trying to put things in place.

“Mommy, were you a tramp? Nana told Daddy on the phone that all
his girlfriends were tramps. What’s a tramp? Were you
homeless?”Missy asked leaving Dianna at a loss for words.

“Missy, Nana was mad at Daddy for something and she said some
things to him to make him think. I wasn’t a tramp. Tramps are . .
. . . . naughty girls. Oh, it’s so hard to explain.”

“When I get older will I know more about tramps?” Missy asked.

“You’ll know more about EVERYTHING. Now let’s forget that word
and all the bad thoughts you have about Daddy. You’re going to
start school in a few weeks and then you’ll begin to learn all
about a lot of things. You shouldn’t talk to others about those
things either. Everything we said here today is just Mommy and
Missy talk, OK? Our special little secrets.”  Dianna said hoping
the subject might change.

Missy jumped from her mother’s hug and turned to her holding out
her hand with her little fingers balled up and just a pinky out.

“Pinky swear?”
Dianna burst into laughter and put her pinky out o to shake with
Missy.

“Where did you learn that?” She asked incredulously.

“On the Disney shows you put on for me. It’s how you keep a
secret that you can’t tell anyone.” Missy said before she ran off
to play again.

After fixing a late dinner for the two of them, Missy got to
watch one more show on TV and then bed. As soon as she was down
and Dianna sat in front of the TV she began to feel empty. She
looked over at the easy chair Dean was calling “his” and then ran
her hand over the spot he was sitting beside her today when she
played with him. She thought about his fat cock and how good it
felt in her hand when she pleased him today. The drop of semen
she licked off when she lay in afterglow of her own self
inflicted orgasm. She had just turned her head to look up at him
and it was there and she popped the tip in her mouth. She thought
about the musky taste that just was sex to her. It was neither
bitter, nor sweet, it was sex. She hadn’t tasted any mans semen
on purpose before, but since Dean said how much he liked her
mouth on him in the afterglow of orgasm she had grown to tolerate
the taste, even “like” it because she knew what it meant, and it
meant sex, and Dean was the only sex she ever wanted to have
again.

Suddenly she thought of the coffee cup she caught his cum in
before, avoiding a mess.”Was it the cup still in the sink?” She
wondered as she got up and ran to check.

The cup was there and she picked it up and saw the copious semen
there and put the cup to her nose.

“Ugh”, she thought, “It smells like morning sex breath.” dashing
any perverse or desperate thoughts she may have had about tasting
it. It was gross to her, and then the phone rang.

Although she had the ringer low to protect against waking Missy,
she ran to get the first ring. She saw the Call ID right away and
it was me.

“Oh Dean, thank God you called, I was just thinking about you. I
just looked in your coffee cup.”

“My coffee cup?” I asked, confused.

“You know the one I used this afternoon with you?”

“Ackk, that must have been gross!” I said, “Where was it, in the
sink?”

“Yes, I was just thinking of you and I thought of it, I thought I
might get a bit of your scent, but it was disgusting.” She said.

“You CAN”T miss me THAT much already! I mean I miss you, but we
were together for almost 2 weeks and had a lot of happy time.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just getting the horror stories of my ex in
Florida and I miss you even more.” She said

“Horror stories?”

“Yes, as usual, he only spent a couple nights with Missy, the
first one and the last. He introduced his Mother to a woman he
thinks he might marry, and then he said he had to go out of town
on business for a few days and in that time they caught him on
the Disney site at Planet Hollywood with another girl, he hadn’t
gone away at all. Luckily they convinced Missy it was just
someone who looked like him. It’s all a mess, Missy asking if she
might get a new Mommy. Ugh! I wish you were here for some TLC.”
She whined.

“You had plenty of TLC even today, buck up and be the strong
woman I know you are. Maybe you’ve been depending on me too much
to smooth out life’s wrinkles. You’re still a single mother who
has to depend on herself to earn a living for herself and her
daughter. You’re looking to me for strength, I understand that
but, don’t forget I look to you for strength as well”, I told
her. “The fact you’re a strong independent woman is one of the
reasons I’m attracted to you, don’t play the poor me card. Just
be glad you’re no longer married to the schmuck. It also sounds
like the grandmothers did well to protect Missy, even if he said
something about a new Mommy. I’m sure that scared the hell out of
her.”

“No, after a few questions she was quite satisfied that I would
always be her real mother. I also laid some of the groundwork for
you and me.”

“Really, how did that go?” I wondered.

“Well, I prefaced it all by telling her the reason I had Lisa and
Gramma babysit those few nights was to go out with you. I told
her I found a boyfriend I wanted to be with and that you heard a
lot about her.” She explained, her voice suddenly getting cheery.

“What did she say to that?”

“She asked if you were cute!” Di said, bursting into laughter.

I tried to remain stoic, asking “And what did you tell her?”

“Well, I couldn’t lie to her . . . . . . . . .I said you were
real cute.” She said with the sexy lilt that gets me going when
we’re together. It works on the phone too.

I wanted to press on and stay away from conversation that would
fire me up any more (perhaps convincing me to do something stupid
on the spur of the moment) so I moved directly to when we could
see each other again.

“So, listen. I have an iron day tomorrow, Sunday, payback for the
time I took consecutively. It’s actually worse than the 9 to 9
shift, I’ve got to meet an auditor at 7:30 to audit the
controlled substances before I take over the stock again. Monday
is the same, an iron day. Tuesday I work 9 to 5:30 and I’m off on
Wednesday, but you’re out of town. How about we go to a movie
Tuesday after dinner.  I can stop to get you, meet Missy briefly
and maybe even get back before she is down for the night. I think
that might be enforcing to her.

“I’d rather go to a movie, then go to your place and get naughty
and have you drop me in the middle of the night.” Dianna said,
sounding VERY disappointed.

“Dianna, I want to make love to you as bad as you do me, but I
think reinforcement of our relationship to Missy is most
important. Leaving with you and bringing you back to tell her
what we did and you putting her down for bed, I think, would do
more than a lot of other things to make sure she trusted me.”

“Damn Dean, you’re smart sometimes, well not sometimes, I mean
with the feelings of Missy, you know she has to feel she can
trust you after all she’s been through emotionally. I agree with
your scenario.” Dianna assured me.

I accepted her accolade silently until she finally spoke. “So
what are your hours on Saturday?”

“I get done at 4 o’clock Saturday. My second needs me to cover
for her early Sunday, she had a Christening to go to, so we
swapped around a couple hours. I was hoping you might invite me
over for dinner with you and Missy.” I said floating a trial
balloon.

“You know I’m going to be aching for you so bad I might fuck you
in front of her by then.” She said in a low quiet sexy voice.

“See if your mother can watch her on Sunday by taking her to a
movie or something so we can be together. Then afterwards we’ll
all four, go out to dinner, my treat so we can bond a little. If
she can leave with your mother instead of me taking you away, I
think it will reinforce my NOT taking you away from her. You
don’t want her to think I’m replacing her in your life.”

“You’ve been reading books? Haven’t you?” She asked.

“You have to minor in something in Pharma school, I figured some
psychology would help. Oh, and while I’m thinking of it, If your
Mother can invite her out for a movie and leaves, make sure SHE
knows what our plans are for the afternoon, we don’t want them
walking in on us or anything. I don’t think she’ll spank you this
time.” I joked.

“No, she even asked me as we were bringing her things in from the
trip how THINGS worked out, if I got in enough “play” time, all
that with smiles and winks. She was young once too, and pretty
attractive herself, still. My Dad was a handsome man, and I even
think she has a couple men in the condo’s that are sweet on her.”

“How long has your Dad been gone?” I wondered realizing we hadn’t
established that.

“About 3 years. He was 60 and had a bad heart for a long while, 3
or 4 heart attacks. Then one day it just gave out. We all knew it
would happen eventually, his doctors told us a few years before,
but he wouldn’t shelter his life, live in a vacuum. He wanted to
enjoy the time he had. My Mom even told me they had made love 2
days before, so they were happy until the end. When my Mom turned
60 she was able to move into Bayly Point at The Rivers just last
year. It was odd, her moving in with Paul’s mother, but they
always got along.”

“Well, as sorry as I am to hear about your Dad, it’s good to know
he faced his fate with a great attitude, living life to its
fullest rather than sheltering himself. That’s pretty cool, you
should be proud of him.” I told her in a conciliatory tone.

“Thank you, it’s quite the way she and I both feel about it. So
anyway . . . after we screw ourselves silly on Sunday and they
come home, we go to dinner?” She asked.

“Yes, you sound like you don’t like that idea.”

“I just don’t want my Mom to interrogate you.”

“With Missy along, I don’t think that will happen. Then after
another week of getting together the idea of my moving in gets
put out there.” I assured her.

“So what’s on the agenda for that second week?” She asked trying
to get used to my plan.

“Let’s see, Monday and Tuesday your Mother stays with Missy at
your house, if I remember correctly. Wednesday I’m off and I’ll
take the two of you out for the day. We’ll do fun things, maybe
the Childrens Museum, one of the Kids restaurants, Chuckie Cheese
or one of those and see about maybe shopping for some of her
school clothes, something to make her feel more grown up, and one
of us.” I put out there for her approval.

“My, you’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this Mr. Freud.”
She said with an edgy tone.

“Well, damn Dianna, this is the beginning of a plan for possibly
the rest of our lives. I DAMN SURE put a lot of thought into it,
and it’s just a suggestion, you can bounce more things off at
me.” I said.

“No, I agree with all of it, it just seems I’m a little ashamed I
haven’t had the time to put a plan together and probably won’t, I
shouldn’t complain, and I won’t . . . I promise. You seem to have
a better grip with the base reality of it all. I’ve got too many
emotional roadblocks to deal with, my ex, Missy’s psyche, all
that.” She said getting teary eyed and her voice cracking.

“Dianna, don’t let this beat you down, dammit!” I said
forcefully. “We have a plan here for ourselves and we have to be
in this together and be strong. I’m not going to drag you crying
and whimpering through all of this only to have you tell me you
aren’t strong enough. You’ve been a bear when it came to
everything else you fought for, don’t lose it now. If you want me
and want the three of us to be happy together, or at least say we
tried, you’re going to have to buck up!”

“OK, OK,OK, I know . . . it’s just been a shitty day having to
hear about all the crap and having to answer questions from Missy
that a little girl shouldn’t even have to THINK about.” She said
exasperated with herself almost more than anything else.

“That’s what we’re trying to FIX here, don’t you see? I’m just
asking you to get that bold attitude that got you the house, your
career, everything, including me!” I said only to hear nothing at
the other end of the line.

I waited about 30 seconds and finally she spoke again.

“Alright Dean, I’m getting the perspective, I just needed a
couple seconds to sort things out. You’ve got me centered. I
can’t think about 5 minutes from now or even 24 hours from now. I
have to think of the big picture, the big picture of life and how
I want it to look and be shaped. It’s what I did before to battle
off all the nay saying thoughts I had. I here with you I
promise!”

“THAT’S the woman I’m falling in love with! I KNOW there are
times when it’s easy to just let go of the rope and fall into the
abyss, but we have too much at stake here. I know how much you
love that little girl of yours and because you love her so much,
I love the idea of her and I’m sure I’ll love her too.” I assured
her.

“Well, your plans so far will be a great start at getting
acquainted. Any other ideas?” She asked.

“Well, I have some other ideas”, I answered, “But let’s see how
it goes up till that last day I have planned. That week when
you’re gone until Thursday afternoon, I thought I might switch
days off with Doreen, my second, and take Thursday off instead. I
could pick up Missy and we both meet you at the airport and go
for an early dinner and then back to your house and see what
Missy might think of me being there in the morning, . . ., that
is assuming all had went well in our relationship that far.”

“That will be a couple weeks and she might have an idea of
getting used to you. Let’s play all of that by ear for now. You
KNOW I want the day when you’re with us all the time.” She
reassured me.


Chapter 14

Saturday night I tried to get to bed early because my alarm would
go off at 6 a.m., but I couldn’t get Dianna off my mind and ended
up playing the one man band to get myself tuckered enough to fall
asleep. It was funny, I craved the tender loving Dianna, not the
dirty, sexy one, and she could certainly be either at any time.
Through our “honeymoon” period I expect there would be more of
the dirty sex and as we got into day to day lives it would be
more the tender sex. But I wasn’t really worried about it, all I
knew was that I was falling in love, and I hate to say, . . .
hopelessly. I hadn’t “fallen” for a woman in a long time, and
this was the first time I ever really seriously considered
getting married. I had known her now about 9 or 10 weeks, but she
had already cured me of running around, and to tell you the
truth, it felt good. I mean, I still looked and admired, but I
was cured of chasing and obsessing.

The local auditor from corporate wasn’t enthralled with me
starting after a mandatory audit absence on a Sunday. He was a
church-goer and said we had to get done by 9 so he could still
make a 10:30 Mass. I had to open at 9 so I hoped it would be done
by then myself.

Doreen, my second, made the audit easy as she did an awesome job
for me and I’m sure as soon as her kids begin school she could
get her own store if she wanted. She’s really an accomplished
professional. If I hadn’t explained, a “second” is simply the
assistant pharmacist, but they hate to use that term assistant,
because they want the customer to know they are getting top notch
professional work. Tomaytoes –Tomahtoes.

She had everything in order for an easy audit. The temp and air
tight controlled pill bins each have a prescribed minimum amount.
So if you use 25 of a 30 count bin, you should refill it. Doreen
let a lot of them slide late because she knew we had the audit,
and she left me a note saying so to make sure the auditor didn’t
write her up. (All were ordered and due in Monday) So we had a
lot of bulk sealed stock (seals verified) to count and few
loosies. We had overages on a few items, including Federally
regulated stock, and that’s as bad as shortages. If someone
didn’t get enough of a critical medicine and were sick because of
it, it’s a problem. Since the overages were all fingers (4 or
less) the auditor added the difference as transfer stock so the
overages were counted and controlled for the next audit. He
wasn’t supposed to “fudge”, but knew both Doreen and I never had
a count problem, and we were done at 8:50 just as my Pharmacy
assistant, Clarissa, came in. She was close to her Doctorate but
was still in preps for her finals when they came up in December.
I hadn’t seen her in “streets” for awhile and she looked like she
lost about 15 pounds in a nice tee and tight jeans with straight
stove pipe legs. Her new slim waist made her much more
attractive, but I couldn’t wait until she put her white smock on
so I wouldn’t get a chance to check out her ass all day.

I made the mistake of telling her she looked quite attractive and
that she must be glad to have lost weight. She just blushed and
said she was sick of staying home alone every night, rolling her
eyes. “My last boyfriend was from school and he transferred out.
I let myself go a bit, but I feel better now.” She said before
winking at me.

“GOD, “I thought to myself, “I hope that wasn’t a come on.” I
shouted to myself after resolving NEVER to comment on any woman’s
looks again.

I was slow on Sunday Morning so when I was filling a couple
scripts Clarissa sidled right up beside me to talk. I decided to
tell her all about Dianna, “this woman I’ve become really
involved with. She’s a model and has a little girl I also hoped
to become attached to.”

Clarissa backed away after that. I’m sure she had heard some
stories that get passed around about what happened at past
Christmas Parties or Summer Company Picnics. (whom went home with
who) It was known that I wasn’t a shrinking violet. (I told you I
wasn’t too ethical)

It was a busy day after a slow morning, even for a Sunday and us
being the district “monitor”, we were the store that stayed open
until 9:00.  I couldn’t wait to get home and go to bed, I was
beat, and I knew it was another Iron Day on Monday, and it would
be busy. Clarissa told me there was a new Student Clerk/ Pharmacy
Assistant that started the week I left. She said he was kind of
geeky, but handsome in his own way, but dressed in the 60’s,
looked 15 even though he was, sigh, only 19. (Clarissa was 24 and
liked to date younger guys) On Monday he would work along with me
until noon and then Clarissa would be in at noon to work until 9
with me.

Wright John Joseph was, just as Clarissa described, a geeky
looking guy. He introduced himself first thing Monday morning
with all three names, and then said he went by John and wondered
if he could get his ID badge changed to that. He shook his head
and said “It’s hard having 3 names and the one that should be my
last is the first.”

He was a second year medical student who hoped to get a
pharmaceutical doctorate. Friends Pharmacy took certain students
(with promise) under their wings and groomed them into their
system and usually had a job for them if they completed the study
requirements and passed at the exams. That’s how I started so I
supported the program to its fullest. John seemed like a real
candidate and would be in line to follow Clarissa once she
completed her Doctorate.

I went back into one of the Pharmacy drawers and found a name
badge that read “John” from a former employee and gave it to him
and I had him give me the one that said “Wright”. By noon he had
passed me enough information about himself to write a short book
and when Clarissa came in the store to relieve him for classes he
commented to me that she “sure is pretty”.

“Well then, there’s a date for you this weekend.” I said and the
look on his face was sheer panic.

“What’s the matter John?”

“Girls like that don’t go out with guys like me.” He said.

‘Really? Exactly what kind of guy are you?” I asked.

“Geek, bookworm, whatever, and my name is Wright” He said selling
himself short.

“Have you ever worn contacts?” I asked him

“I do outside of work and school. They hurt when I have to use my
eyes a lot. ”

“Come in tomorrow afternoon to check your schedule or something,
but with your contacts on, in a polo shirt or sharp Tee and
strike up a conversation with Clarissa. I’ll bet if you find the
right opening, you could ask her for a date. I know she’s looking
for one. The worst she can say is NO. Then it’s over. You’re
either going on a date or not. That’s 50 % better odds than you
have right now. Show her you aren’t a geek. Show a little
confidence.” I told him, who I thought was a good looking kid.

“YOU could do that, they already told me you know your way around
women.” He said quietly.

“You know how I got confident? I showed them I wasn’t afraid to
ask for a date. Even if she says no, every time she looks at you
she’s going to wonder if she should have said yes, especially if
she sees you in a different light, besides work. If you don’t
need those glasses and can wear contacts, do it, or get new
glasses, those are old man glasses. Make the mirror your best
friend check it every time you go by one. Don’t let your mother
pick out your clothes anymore. (It was obvious) Look nice, be
confident and you’ll find things going your way. Remember, you
never get a second chance to make a first impression.” I told
him, hoping he would heed my advice.

Clarissa was only 4 years older than him and she said she wanted
a date. If he asked and she turned him down, it was her own fault
if she felt alone and at home. Enough matchmaking.

I asked Clarissa to put the LUNCH sign up today, our policy was
lunch from 1:15 to 2:00, but I generally never closed, feeling
bad for those who had to come in and wait. It wasn’t their fault
we wouldn’t hire 2 registered pharmies. However today, I needed
to get out and sit down for lunch someplace,. Even if for just a
burger or a sandwich. Clarissa would stay and wait on filled
scripts, but no new ones would be filled.

I had just sat down in Wendys with a nice salad with chicken when
Sharon Smythe plopped down in the seat across from me.

“Well, hello Dean! I was in the drive thru line and saw you walk
in and thought I might keep you company.” She said with that
great smile of hers.
“Howdy Sharon, how have you been?”

“I’ve been pretty OK. I’m still trying to find the right guy, but
I have, “put myself out there” as they say. I haven’t hit a
dating site yet, that seems a little desperate, but I have been
to an alumni gathering from college and church singles get
togethers. Luckily, a girlfriend of mine tends bar downtown so
I’ve been down there a few nights when there’s music and danced
with a few guys, been hit on by a few ladies, but no takers yet.”

“If you’re hitting a bar during the week, you’ll find a lot of
salesmen who just want a one nighter and they’re usually
married.” I warned her.

“How have YOU been? If you’re not busy, I could use a tune-up.”
She said wistfully.

“Please Sharon, help me stay out of trouble. I think I may be in
love. I know it sounds quick, but we really hit it off. I became
exclusive a night or two after I was with you.” I told her.

“I wasn’t very fair, saying what  I did. I guess I just need that
confidence back that you gave me.” She lamented.

“One thing you might consider is selling your house and moving
into a condo community. You’ll get lots of social interaction
then.” I suggested.

“Well, that must be a good idea, because I’ve already put the
house up for sale. I realized no one is going to knock on my door
and I can’t stand on street corners.”

I chuckled but she sensed I felt uncomfortable alone there with
her. Just my luck Dianna would walk in.

“Well, I just wanted to say hello and touch base with you. Nice
seeing you Dean, I’m sure I’ll see you in the Pharmacy. Uh, if
you need me you know where I am.” She said rather abruptly and
left feeling uncomfortable getting her last few words in.

Walking back to the store I realized that my reputation was going
to be a thing to battle for awhile, but I was up to the test.
Gals like Clarissa looking for a quickie, or even Sharon sighing
she wanted company would have to take the back seat to Dianna who
was a kind loving person, smart, compassionate, an independent
self-starter, and a virtual sexual Disneyland when she wanted to
be, as well as a tender sweet lover. I was fully aware of what I
had and wanted no part of losing it.

I finished the scripts that came across the counter while I was
out and the rest of the afternoon was easy and to make things
even smoother, the night manager of the store called ahead and
asked if I wanted dinner from Chinese where he was stopping on
his way in. I was all for that and happy I wasn’t going to skip
dinner and wait to get home tired and hungry.

About 4:30, after his last class our Student trainee, John
(Wright John Joseph, what were his parents thinking?) came by. He
was dressed in a new polo, smart looking designer jeans and NO
glasses. He even combed his hair differently. (I wondered if he
had a sister or close female friend that he enlisted to help
him). The only thing he hadn’t changed was the scared look on his
face. Clarissa was in the back doing returns (4 to 5 are the
slowest Pharmacy hours) and I motioned John over before he went
back.

“Don’t look like you’re walking up the plank to the gallows.
You’re sharp looking, well dressed, neat and all you lack is the
confidence. I guarantee you if you were to go to a place where I
hang, Stu Mulligans, and sat at the bar, I know you’re obviously
too young, a woman would sit next to you at the bar and wait for
you to say hello. I GUARANTEE THAT! Granted, it’s a pick-up and
hang-out place, but you would do fine. If I were you and looked
in the mirror, I wouldn’t change anything. Now go back there and
strike up a conversation.”

John smiled and looked like I gave him some backbone. I didn’t
want to tell him that he still looked like a kid, but who am I to
judge, I still thought I looked 20 (in my dreams).

He went through the double doors and headed to the time clock and
schedule. Clarissa, ever the security minded, cleared her throat
right away and said “Excuse Me? OH! It’s you Wright, . . err
John. You’re not on tonight.”

“Oh, I know, I was just coming in to check the schedule. I
thought I might have a class conflict and I was in the mall so
instead of calling . . . . .” John said coolly.

“Oh, . . . uh, they have class schedules and make sure no
conflicts arise. Both Dean and I went through the program, except
I’m finishing up mornings and nights. I need the hours to pay
tuition, even with Friends Pharmacy help. Gee, I hardly
recognized you without the glasses.” She said uncomfortable, as
she didn’t see any way she could be attracted to John, but here
he was.

“Those are my geek flag. I have to wean myself off them. The
contacts are getting easier to wear all day.” John said walking
towards her.

“You know we have coupons to send and get samples of  Naturevue
Contacts. They say they can be worn 24 hours with no fatigue.”
She said as she moved to the coupon bin in the back and got him a
couple.

She then walked to her returns and found a box with a proof of
purchase and tore it off for him. “Here John, all you need is a
proof from another brand and they’ll send you 3 pair of freebies.
If you give me your prescription numbers, I’ll send for a set for
you as well.”

“Wow, you’d do that for me? That’s sweet. Thanks a lot.” John
said, thinking his opening was getting closer. He wanted to sweat
and hyperventilate, but he foraged on.

“Sure, I’d do that for you, I hope we can be friends as long as
we’re both working here. I know we don’t have a lot of hours
together, but we can help each other out.” She said smiling big
and touching his arm.

John’s mind raced, telling him “NOW NOW NOW”

“Ummm, we should get together some time, maybe for a pizza after
work, or maybe a movie. You know, get to know each other better.”
He said, proud he hadn’t stumbled after his awkward Ummmm.”

Now was the moment of truth for Clarissa as well. She dieted and
took care of herself for another chance at meeting a guy. She was
willing to take part in something cheap with Dean Mincher, but
here was a real guy, a kind of cute guy, younger, as she
preferred, (she thought girls were more mature and could lead a
relationship if the guy was younger). It wouldn’t hurt to date
him and if she didn’t see it working could just explain away not
wanting to get involved with someone she worked with. Her mind
raced as fast as Johns had earlier. Her hesitation was borderline
uncomfortable before she blurted out,

“Yes, that sounds great. Friday’s are the best night, or even a
Sunday, any time really.” She said hoping not to sound over
anxious.

“How about this Friday? Give me your address and I’ll pick you
up, if you like.” John said.

“No, this first time I’d rather you meet me here and I’ll follow
you to where we’ll go. You understand, right?” She said worried
he would be insulted, but John only heard “first time” which
meant she was already figuring on a second time.

John’s confidence grew on the spot. “Sure” He said, not a
problem. You don’t know me, but I can assure you, I’m harmless,
but one can’t be too careful.”

When John walked out he looked back over his shoulder at me and
his smile almost overflowed onto his shoulders. If I had anything
to do with his success, I was glad. Interestingly, Clarissa said
nothing to me about it, but I caught her daydreaming 3 or 4 times
the rest of the night.

Monday night when I got home I was a zombie, but I checked out
the movies and the Cine 21 at the Mall just across from Dianna’s
development was showing Hope Springs at 6:20 and it got over at
8:30. It was perfect to bring her home before Missy went down at
her bedtime, 9:00. If Lisa was the sitter I would only need to
walk her the few doors home, and if Dianna’s  Mother was there,
she could just drive herself home. Either way it should leave
Dianna enough time to say goodbye for her trip as well as me
spending a few minutes with Missy. I called Dianna with the
details and then she wanted to talk.
Her conversation centered around missing me and arranging for
phone calls while she was away, possible Skype-ing, and finally I
couldn’t take any more.

“Dianna! You’re not going away for a month, only a few days and
you’ll have Missy with you. I checked out Boca Grande and it’s a
beautiful resort town full of mansions, quaint beaches, and
little shops. You and Missy will have a ball when you aren’t
working.”

“But you won’t be there!” She whined.

“I work every goddam day when I won’t be with you. We have each
other’s hearts and that will have to suffice some times.”

The phone went silent for a moment and could almost read her
mind.

“If your next line to yourself is “But I don’t want to lose you.”
We have an issue here because that brings up the trust thing
again, and I’m NOT going to live like this. You have my word. If
I am going to break my word I’ll call you and tell you before it
happens.” I said sternly, while I regretted assuming her thought.

“That’s not exactly what I was thinking, but it was close. I’m so
sorry.” She said softly, tearfully.

“Dianna honey, your ex-husband was one man, not every man, and
certainly not me. I’m going to hang up now. I‘m tired, my feet
are killing me, and I don’t want to say anything else to hurt
your feelings. I’ll be at your house at 6 o’clock tomorrow. I
can’t wait to see you. Kiss, kiss.” I said calmly and then hung
up.

I had no trouble sleeping but I think I dreamt the entire night
about Dianna. When I woke up I even entertained the thought of
going to her house for a quickie to settle myself down. Besides
missing her as much as she missed me, I was horny. All I had to
see was her bottle of shampoo on the shower ledge and I was
jerking off to ease a lot of pressures within me. The evening
couldn’t get here fast enough.

Wednesday was a busy day and every time I looked up it seemed a
pretty female was nodding to me, smiling, or waving. I had been
in this store long enough I had probably waited on most of the
regular clientele and possibly even discussed personal
prescriptions with many. But today they came out of the woodwork.
Even an older woman with her walker glanced up and gave me a wink
saying “How ya doin’ sweetheart? You always have a smile for me.”


I had John for my assistant in the morning, meaning I had the
whole place to myself as John couldn’t fill and dispense yet. I
was happy to see his mother hadn’t dressed him and he had his
contacts in. He looked like he had a real pro trim to his hair
and sideburns as well.

“How’s everything John?” I asked the first slow moment I had.

“Just great. Clarissa called me last night, she got my number off
the store list. She wanted to make sure I wasn’t insulted by her
not wanting to ride with me from work on our date Friday. We
talked for about an hour, mostly about school, comparing classes,
experiences, but it was talking.” He said excitedly.

“Well, her leaving her car and going with you might make people
assume things, and following her home would leave her vulnerable
if you ended up being a creep, you aren’t a creep are you John?
She did the right thing.”

“Oh, I know. I want her to trust me.”

“You know John, this may just be one date.” I warned him.

“Oh I know, well I know it might be just 2 dates. She’s off on
Monday and I just work the morning. We’re going to lunch and then
rollerblading in City Park. Mondays you can blade on the walk
path.”

“Sounds like you made a few inroads. Make sure you don’t push too
hard. Wait for a sign. You don’t want to smother her, and don’t
get too familiar here at work. That could chase her away. Play it
cool, don’t assume. Remember, anything that happens you have to
work with her and your relationship, good or bad, can’t matter.”
I warned him.

“I know, I have it all in line in my mind.” He said as he went
off to help a customer.

At noon when Clarissa came in I could see she was happy and
excited to be there. He eyes searched out John and as soon as she
made eye contact she smiled and averted her eyes right away,
slipping into the back room to get ready. She was, in my opinion,
a little smitten.

I didn’t have any scripts to fill so I sat back a little to watch
her enter the platform. They only had a 15 minute overlap in
shifts to brief each other on existing problems or anything.

“Good Morning , err . . or Afternoon, Dean. I see you made it
through 2 iron days.”

“Hello Clarissa.”  I said waiting to see the dance they might do.

“Oh, Hi John. How are you today!” She said with a smile as big as
a last quarter moon.

“I’m doing well, except now I have to go to class. Here, let me
show you the phone calls I have to follow up on after lunch with
Doctors.” John said walking to the cubby at the end of the
platform where the assisitant would phone and check scripts on
his or her monitor.

In the cubby a little more than patient/doctor info was
exchanged, for sure and I heard a “talk to you later” comment, so
I was glad they might be getting on well. I knew Clarissa was a
little experienced with men and suddenly she had a younger man
interested in her and she was a happy camper.

Shortly after John left I had a few scripts to fill and I
encouraged Clarissa to help me and I started a light
conversation.

“Wow that John sure looks different in his contacts, more grown
up.” I said baiting the hook.

“Yes, and he lost the clothes he borrowed from his father. He’s a
pretty handsome kid.”

“Kid?” I defended him, “He’s a smart young man going for his
Doctorate, just like you, albeit a few years behind you. But,
I’ve talked with him and he’s got a lot on the ball.”

“Yes, he does. He asked me out on a date. I won’t get in trouble
for dating him will I?” She wondered, a look of worry on her
face.

“Really? I thought he was a geek?”

Clarissa turned red and said, “I guess I misjudged him. He seems
real nice. Would I get in trouble?”
“No, if you were a manager or a Pharmacist it would be a problem
if it got serious. Just keep it professional and no one will know
the difference. I certainly don’t care. If it doesn’t work out,
don’t be children about it or anything. Settle problems outside
of work, but I think he’s a good guy and as long as you don’t try
getting too serious, you’ll be fine.” I told her.

It got busy and the afternoon flew by and I couldn’t wait until 5
o’clock to get home and shower and get over to Dianna.

I called her before I left the house and she told me Lisa had
just gotten there so the sooner the better. I could get there in
10 minutes, so it would be sooner.

I’ve never been nervous to meet any woman, but I should say that
5 and a half year old Missy had me a little edgy. I just wanted
to make a good impression on her and be sure she knew that I
loved her Mother too and wasn’t going to be a replacement for
her.

My mind played all those tricks right up until I knocked on the
door. I heard shuffling behind the door, and I was sure it was
Dianna giving Missy her last instructions.

She opened the door and pushed the screen door out to invite me
in. We kissed briefly and Dianna turned to Missy saying “Melissa,
this is the friend I’ve been telling you about, I want you to
meet Dean.”

I immediately squat down to get on eye level with her and put out
my hand to her.

She hesitated and looked to her Mom who was making a motion to
extend her hand. I took her hand and looked her square in the
eye, right at her level saying, “Well I’ve heard so much about
you, Missy, may I call you Missy?” (she nodded her head, still
afraid and unsure how to act) My name is Dean, and yes, I’ve
become friends with your Mommy and she told me that if I was
friends with her, I would be friends with you too. How does that
sound?”

“OK, I guess.” She said quietly and suddenly she stole behind her
mother to hide.

“Whats the matter Missy?” Dianna said as she bent to hear her
daughter whisper something.

Dianna laughed out loud and looked to me and said “I was right,
you are cute.”

Missy peeked around her mother and looked at me blushing.

“Well, thank you Missy,  I think you are pretty cute myself, as a
matter of fact, downright pretty.”

“Thank you!” she said quietly and shyly.

“Now Missy,” Dianna said, “Is it going to be OK for Dean to take
me to the movies if we come back home before you go to bed?”

“Yes, are you going to bring me some popcorn?” She asked cutely.

“I can, but you’ll have to wait until morning to eat it. Maybe
you can take it on the plane with us? But I might have to put it
in the suitcase.  I don’t think you can bring food onto the
plane. We’ll see, OK?

“Why can’t I eat it tonight? I’ll wait till after to brush my
teeth.” She said knowing what her mother’s answer would be.

“OK, don’t brush your teeth when you put on pajama’s, wait until
just before you go to bed. You can eat some popcorn when we get
home.” Dianna said giving in.

Missy looked at me and said, “Now it’s fair, you guys get to go
to a movie, and I’ll get popcorn.”

I smiled and tousled her hair that she quickly smoothed out.

Lisa was standing back by the kitchen enjoying the whole show,
she nodded to me when I finally saw her, we had met on Dianna’s
“bad” night.

Dianna had her arm around me as we went to the living room and
let Missy and Lisa get settled. Missy looked and noticed and said
to both of us, “Are you two going to smooch in the movie? Gramma
always tells people to “get a room” when they do that in front of
me.”

We all got a good laugh and we told her we would wait until we
got home to smooch.

“Oh yucky, wait until I go to bed!” Missy said making a face,
causing us to laugh out loud again.

“OK, Missy, we’re going, give Mommy a kiss.” Dianna said as Missy
ran over and kissed her. She turned to me and held out her hand
and said, “See you later, Dean.”

I shook her hand and we left.

We got into the car after I held the door for her and we pulled
up the block a few houses and Dianna suddenly said. “Stop, Pull
over here.”

I thought there was something wrong, but as soon as I put the car
in Park she planted her face on mine and gave me a long deep
kiss.

“I don’t care if we go to the movie or not. I just want to be
with you. Promise we’ll make love later?” She whispered in a deep
sexy tone.

“If we went somewhere and screwed for a couple hours wouldn’t you
feel cheap while your daughter thinks we’re going to a movie?
We’ll have alone time later, I promise.” I told her, even though
I was as horny as she was.

We went into the theater arm and arm and never left each other’s
sides for the whole 2 hours. The movie was cute and about the
total opposite of us, a couple whose sex life had grown dry and
stale. All in all it was merely a distraction while Dianna
cuddled in the crook of my arm all night. We got a popcorn on the
way out to bring home and we were on our way.

“We still have time to steam up the windows.” Dianna said cutely.

“You have a nice big bed at home with a lock on the door; we
don’t need to sneak around.” I insisted.

“Oh God, what if Missy ever caught us?”

“Does she ever wake up during the night?”

“No, not really, she’s a real sound sleeper. I can lock my door,
I usually did when I was frisky and alone. I have a monitor in
her room anyway.” She said almost in defeat it seemed.
“So why do you worry?” I asked incredulously.

“Because for the past two weeks I had you whenever I wanted you,
and I want you now! If you pull over right now I’ll give you the
blowjob of your life!” She said, exasperated.

“Dianna, as good as road head sounds, I was hoping for a more
tender moment with you tonight.” I reasoned.

“Tender schmender, I’m going to be gone for 3 damn days without
you.”

“But Saturday you’ll make dinner for the 3 of us and after she
goes down we’ll have alone time. Then if your Mother takes her
out on Sunday we can stay in you can howl to your hearts delight
with me.” I reasoned.’’

She looked back at me a little embarrassed. “I guess I’m being a
little silly. I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Do you think I can get enough of YOU? I just know that when we
are together we have to make the most of it. Grabbing little
moments is nice, but we can have quality time when it’s planned
out. Remember we’re building up confidence for Missy so I can
move in. Let’s keep our eye on the prize. If we’re always running
off to be alone, Missy will never know me, trust me.”

Dianna exhaled and sat back. “Why do you always have to be RIGHT?
You’ve got the right idea. Missy has to get used to you. We’ll be
OK, let’s go home.”

Before we got out of the car we did have a long passionate kiss
with Dianna’a hand resting on the front of my pants to be sure I
knew where her mind was at. After we got out of the car and
walked to the door, I had her ass cheek firmly in my hand to let
her know she wasn’t alone in her feelings.

Missy and Lisa were playing a game at the kitchen table when we
opened the door and came in. Missy got up and ran to hug her
Mommy and as she did she saw the bag of popcorn in my hand. She
looked to me and smiled.

“Is that for me?” she said.

“Is what for you?”

“Whats in your hand.” She answered

I held out my empty hand and showed her nothing in my hand.

“NO, in your other hand.” She insisted.

I put the popcorn bag in my other hand and held out my empty one.

“See? That one’s empty too.”

She bit her lips and put her hands on her hips.

“Hold out BOTH hands.”

I did as she asked and she grabbed the popcorn from my hand.

“Oh, that hand. Why didn’t you say?” I kidded and she looked to
her mother and said, “Mommy, I think Dean is a wise guy to me.”

“Did you thank Dean for the popcorn?” She asked.

Missy ran back to me and held out her hand. “Thank you very
much.”

I slapped her five and she ran to Lisa at the table to share her
popcorn.

Lisa was playing Chutes and Ladders with her, a game I remembered
from my own childhood. Dianna and I sat down and played a round
with them and then Lisa saw the time.

“It’s 9:15, I told my parents I would be back by 9, I better go.”

“Dean will walk you down the street, OK?” Dianna said.

“That’s not necessary.” She said.

“Your Dad says it is Lisa. Their house - their rules. They’re
just looking out for you.” Dianna said as I went to the door.

Lisa came and we walked down the street about 8 houses.

“You really like Dianna, huh?” She said in passing.

“Yes, she’s very special.”

“I’m glad, I couldn’t believe a woman that pretty didn’t have a
boyfriend. I’m only 16 and I wish I had one, but my dad won’t let
me date. When I start my Junior year in a few weeks my Mom says
she’ll talk to him. All my friends date and all I can do is stay
home and kill kittens.” She said, then covering her mouth and
apologizing for the slip up.

“Kill kittens, what on earth?” I asked.

“I’m really sorry, it’s just an expression my girlfriends use.
Forget I said it.” Lisa said blushing something terrible.
I didn’t think anything of it, and I certainly didn’t take any
offense. She was a nice kid. Responsible, and I suppose pretty in
her own way. Thin and just becoming mature enough to look like a
woman. I suppose if I was 16 I would have thought she was pretty
sharp.

Her Dad met us at the door and I introduced myself.

“Hi, I’m Dean Mincher, a friend of Dianna Reynolds. I’m the
Pharmacist at Friends Pharmacy in the Strip Mall across from the
college. Your daughter Lisa is a real nice girl, real good with
Missy.”

“Hi, I’m Bud Hamilton, thanks for walking her down. You never
know what’s going to be out wandering at night.” He said smiling
to Lisa as she walked past him and he and I shook hands.

He went back in and I walked back to the house. Dianna was having
a problem with Missy.

“Missy, you’ve brushed your teeth and had your drink, now get to
bed!”  I heard as I came back in.

“Can’t I give Dean a hug? He was nice to me. Is he going to be
here in the morning?” She said stalling.

I decided to walk up the hall outside her bedroom.

“I’m here Missy. I’ll give you a hug.” Missy came over to me and
hesitated before I stooped down and she gave me a hug and thanked
me again for bringing her popcorn and playing the game.

She went in and I hear Dianna tucking her in. “Why did you ask if
he would be here in the morning?”

“Because I know he’s real special to you. You changed the house
for him.” The smart little Missy said.

“Who told you that? Lisa?” Dianna asked.

“No, I told Lisa you made the house look like a man was here.
It’s OK, I like Dean.”

“Well,” Dianna said, “I’m glad you do, but NO he won’t be here in
the morning. That wouldn’t be right, at least right now. Go to
sleep and we’ll have a nice trip tomorrow, OK?”

Dianna came out of the room and closed the door and saw me in the
hall.

“You heard all that? She’s pretty smart, huh?” She said grinning.

Chapter 15

 Knowing she still used a baby monitor for Missy eased my mind a
bit about making a conjugal visit, so to speak. I certainly
didn’t want to be “caught” in the act by her 5 and half year old.

“Once she’s down we can go in my, er . . our bedroom and close
and lock the door. That’s what I would do when I killed kittens.”

“THAT’S THE SECOND TIME I heard that expression in the last half
hour! What on earth does it mean?” I demanded, feeling left out
of the loop.

“Well,” Dianna started as she blushed, “There was a college
newspaper or humor magazine that made a poster that said “Every
time you masturbate, God kills a kitten.” and it sort of got
around, first I think in the lesbian community but now I think
it’s pretty much only in girl talk to each other. I don’t think
I’ve ever said it in front of men. Most certainly never in front
of a man. It’s just more polite that saying playing with
yourself, jacking or jilling off. Where else did you hear it
tonight?”

“Believe it or not, Lisa used the phrase when she was talking
about her father being protective and not letting her date yet.
She said, “All my friends date and all I can do is stay home and
kill kittens.” I guess innocent little Lisa wants to get active.”
I surmised.

“Well, she is developing and I’ll bet she’s been asked out, and
maybe even snuck out on a date or two. She’s 15 or 16 and I bet
her hormones are raging. I know one night sitting for me I came
home after a job and she was asleep in front of the TV watching a
movie on HBO, I think it was Little Children. She was asleep with
her pants open and her hand in her jeans. I backed away and made
some noise and she jumped up as soon as she tidied herself.
Nothing wrong with a girl fantasizing, just like I am right now.”
She said leaning into me and kissing my cheek before walking to
the kitchen.

“Let’s cool our jets for a few minutes and listen in on your
monitor for Missy. Everything is going well so far, let’s not
lose her trust.”  I said as I went and sat on the sofa and turned
on the TV.

Dianna came out of the kitchen with a drink in a “rocks” glass
and held it out to me. “Here, taste. See if you want one.”

It was simply Harvey’s with a slice of lime over whiskey stones,
instead of ice (no melt off). With the slice of lime on top,
every time you put your nose in the glass as you drank the
essence of the lime flared your taste buds.

“Oh my, that’s good. I usually do Harvey’s up, but this is
refreshing, a nice night cap.” I said nodding to her and she
brought her own from behind her back saying, “I knew you would
like it,” and sat beside me.

She cuddled into me and we perused the guide channel and found a
music special with The Bee Gee’s.

“This is a nice mood setter, what do you call it?” I asked of the
drink.

“In college our sorority called it “My Old Boyfriend” but I’ve
heard another drink has that name now. Harvey’s has so many
flavor tones and the lime really colors it well, sort of like you
with me.” She giggled.

We quietly watched the show, taped in Las Vegas, and sipped for a
bit until Dianna turned to the monitor on the long table behind
the sofa and put her ear to it.

“Listen to her breathe, she’s out of it. She even snores lightly
sometimes. I think we wore her out between Lisa doing things with
her and staying up.” Dianna said as she went to get up.

“I’m going in the bath to freshen up and change into something
comfortable. I’ll be right back.” She said as she patted my knee.

I continued to listen for Missy and she was truly out. When
Dianna came out she was wearing a long sheer gown like affair
that opened in the front but fully closed. She wore a very small
white waist panty under it.

“I’m taking the monitor to our bedroom. Why don’t you freshen up,
come in and meet me, closing and locking the door behind you.”
She said more as an order as she turned on her heel without
waiting for a response, knowing I would watch her “walk away”.

In the bathroom there was a washcloth, a fresh pair of my
underwear, and a pump bottle of body wash. As confident as I
felt, having just showered before I came over, I dropped my pants
and took off my undershorts, sat on the john and used the
washcloth with soap to freshen my genitals. I stood and rinsed
out the cloth and sat again to clear myself of any soap. Once I
dried I took both towels and my old undies and put them in her
hamper, got dressed and joined her as she asked.

The room was bathed in low light, but in her white outfit she
seemed to glow on the bed. She was on her stomach, semi-curled to
show me her ass. I pulled my shirt from my waist and unbuttoned
it and went to the foot of the bed and kneeled. I took each of
her feet and pulled her gently while turning her to her back. She
propped her knees up on the edge of the bed, presenting her pussy
and bottom to me like I was kneeling at an altar, and in many
ways I was going to worship her. Her white waist panties were so
cute, I hated to pull them up and off but she helped me by
rolling back a bit and letting me run them up her leg. When I sat
back and looked at her before me in the sheer white long gown she
seemed an angel, almost glowing in the low LED mood lights on
either side of the bed.

I normally would ravish her with kisses from head to toe, but her
pussy was so wet as she lay back I couldn’t wait to taste her,
satisfy her. I used my tongue like a squeegee from the bottom of
her slit to the top, getting the tip of my tongue on her fleshy
hood and finding her clit. She looked like a cat preening as she
arched her back and moaned in low animal tones as I repeated the
long deep licks before I finally just danced my tongue on her
clit. She wasn’t as loud as normal, but the sexy sounds of
satisfaction in guttural growls as she arched under me had me
busting out of my pants. I grabbed both of her cheeks and spread
her wide, the tips of my thumbs just in the wrinkles that led to
her little poop chute. I got my whole mouth on her whole pussy
this way and feeling my tongue slide right into her before
movements broke the seal my mouth had on her. Her clit became so
engorged I was able to catch it in a kiss on the tips of my lips
and she literally bounded on the bed, my one thumb pressing on
her asshole and she seemed to want to suck it in. All the while
she was mauling her own perfect tits, squeezing and working her
fingers up to the tips and pinching the nipples. Finally she
could take not more and sat right up pushing my head away from
her.

The hardness in my pants made it necessary to stand up to relieve
the pressure and as she released her heels from the edge of the
bed and rested them on the floor she undid my pants and let them
fall as she dragged my clean new underwear down over the tent I
had formed. She pushed her head straight forward and sucked me as
deep as she could before moving her mouth down over me, up and
down, up and down, all the while trying to look up at me. When
our eyes finally met I smiled at her and she smiled back as well
as one might smile with a mouthful of cock. I was so sensitive I
didn’t want her to excite me too fast and make me cum so quick.
She hadn’t been a regular cum drinker, but since hooking up with
me she was no longer reticent about doing it. Whether it was
totally for my pleasure, or a newly discovered pleasure of her
own, I liked it but I really just wanted to fuck her, make love
to her tonight.

I ran my hand up my cock leaving her less and less to have in her
mouth until was forced off me. She looked up at me confused and
just pressed forward to make her lay back, sort of on her side
with one leg crooked up. I got beside her and wet met wet and I
slid into her to another loud start and low growl. Our spoon was
slickety-wickety wet as I pounded her quickly until I ran out of
breath and laid back a bit to fall out of her and dry a bit so we
wouldn’t be so wet. She filled the tips of her right hand with
spit and brought it down and I know now, she wiped it across her
asshole. She filled her fingers a second time, and even though I
was still glistening from her pussy juices, she wiped the spit
over the tip of my cock and pressed it to her asshole.  I didn’t
pop in easy, I heard her strain for it, and she turned to
straight doggy position and waited for me to act.

“Just get in me for a couple seconds; I need to feel you in
there.” She said in a low whisper.

 I knelt behind her and she reached under her and took the tip of
my cock and pressed it to her dilated little hidden aperture. She
grunted loudly as I broke through and went half way in. I saw her
fingers grip the sheets as she sucked in her breath. I pushed all
the rest of the way in and moved in and out a couple times, but I
could tell she was pretty dry and let myself fall from her, not
wanting to hurt her.

“You can get lube to go back in my bottom.” She said quietly, but
I was not interested in putting her through that.

I simply said “that was enough” and I ran my hand up my dick a
few times to clear anything she might not want inside her. When I
let go of it I didn’t fall far and the head of my penis rested at
her nether lips and I pushed in. I slowly made love to her as she
moaned, mewled, and growled, moving sexily under me.

I thought the slow pace of my stroke would keep me from cumming
too fast, but she was so sexy underneath me I was beginning to
feel my orgasm rise, so I pulled from her and she turned to her
back with her legs spread wide and knees folded up. She was ready
to be ridden home.

I hunched up to her so that eventually she could rest her legs on
my shoulders and began to pump her long deep and hard. I could
sometimes feel the opening of her cervix kiss the tip of me I was
so deep in her, but the movements of her muscles around me was
what was going to get me off. Dianna knew sex and must have spent
her lonely nights in training for the lover she might eventually
take.

I usually feel my orgasm rise and work to a peak before shooting,
but this night I barely had time to realize what was happening
before my explosion came upon me. She had just started to move
her ankles to my shoulders when I pulled from her with the
loudest wail either of us had exclaimed in the night.

One long watery shot of pre-cum and whatever flew over her head,
leaving droplets from her forehead to her belly before my first
wad landed on her neck and right breast, a second followed
between her breasts and continued to ooze and dribble on her
belly as I stroked my loving deposit out. We both puffed
breathlessly for what seemed a full minute before I looked to her
face in the low light and mouthed “I Love You” to which she
smiled and mouthed same back to me. Keeping her eyes locked to
mine she scooped some of the semen from her neck and breast and
put it in her mouth and licked her lips.

Although she was not a big fan of eating cum, she claimed she
never swallowed on purpose before me, she did this to show me
something. I mean, I really didn’t care if she tasted it or not,
I’m not that obsessed, but I know some men are. If you’re getting
a blowjob, I do like to shoot in a woman’s mouth, not so much to
have her eat it, it just makes the orgasm better. Swallowing and
licking and sucking it dry afterwards is just bonus time. I think
she wanted to reinforce that she DID love me. I didn’t need any
signs or actions to know that now. Tonight we MADE LOVE with
every move made to please and show the other how much they were
devoted to each other. At this moment (and I can’t believe the
thought even crossed my mind) I knew I would never make love to
another woman as long as we lived. She was THE ONE.

I moved up and lay beside her as we both began to return to
normal breathing and step off the cloud of orgasmic pleasure as
the adrenaline eases within you. All the while we lay there the
only sound in the room besides our breathing was the light buzz
of Missy sleeping through the monitor.

“Ohhh”, she moaned, “I’ve got to get up and get cleaned up. I’ve
already dripped what I didn’t eat onto the sheets. You must have
shot a gallon, is that what I do to you?” She giggled as she
rolled to the edge and sat up and stood.

“It truly is, you know. We almost said it out loud tonight.”  I
said knowing she knew what I meant.

“I know, both of our hearts are screaming it.” She agreed.
“Unfortunately, you better get dressed and get going before I
entice you to stay. I’m going to cry myself to sleep without you
here. It’s bad enough any night, but after making love, . . . .
it hurts.” She said with a pout.

“I know. Give me a kiss and I’ll be gone by the time you get out
of the bathroom.” I said as I put on my underwear and looked for
my pants.

She came to me and hugged me tightly and kissed deeply.

“Have a safe trip and call me each night.” I said patting her
cute behind.

“Don’t worry, I will. Come over as soon as you can on Saturday.
You’re closing Friday night, huh?”

“Yes, this is the last “payback” for my vacation spread.  I won’t
get home until 10 and Missy will already be down, and I don’t
want to “sneak” in, even though, judging from tonight, she would
just sleep straight through. But if she woke up and caught me, it
would throw a wrench into the trust thing. Be patient, this is
going to work.” I assured her.

“I know, one more kiss.” She said as we had one more long wet
kiss and I quietly left.

Truly, absence DID make the heart grow fonder. I didn’t realize
how much I missed being with her, and making love to her. By the
time Saturday rolled around I was sure I would be crazy in want
of her again. I theorized that once we lived together and our
love grew, the super passionate sex would dwindle, but I think we
were both hungry for some recreational sex as well. The old wives
tale is that the first year of your relationship, if you put a
penny in a jar, and then every subsequent year took a penny out
every time you made love the jar would never be empty. However if
you included recreational sex, that might not always be true. The
first night with her while Missy slept in the other room was
making love. The afternoon before her fashion show when she
jerked me off and diddled in her pants, that was recreational
sex. That’s the sex that keeps men and women from straying. Both
men and women are consistently horny, as long as they’re healthy
and their partner remains desirable. If the partner gains a lot
of weight or ends up with an affliction or some reason they don’t
look like the person you fell in love with, you still make love,
looks don’t matter in that case. But the recreational sex is
usually by the boards. If you can’t bring yourself to make love
to the person in the body of the one you fell in love with, you
may not be in love anymore. That’s a hard pill sometimes, but if
you can’t turn off the lights and get the same feeling, you have
a problem. Looks truly are skin deep. The person inside, that
spirit you were attracted to, is what you really love.

With Dianna out of town for a few days I decided I had to keep my
mind and body busy to keep from getting depressed, and horny. It
was busy from morning until night at work, I even stayed past
5:30 a couple days to keep Doreen caught up. Although the
colleges were back, all the other schools were starting the next
week to 10 days and we were busy with flu shots, and all kinds of
preventive medications. All 3 days we brought in our training
Pharmacy Assistant John (Wright John Joseph) for “any hours he
could handle” with school and studies. I tried to judge how his
attempt at a relationship with Clarissa was going by how they
worked together (they weren’t normally working the same shifts)
and it seemed they were getting along with no reservations. John
was still wearing his contacts and picking out his own clothes
and making friends with the mirror, as I had suggested.

Clarissa and I weren’t the only ones to notice John, I had a
couple of regular customers ask who the “handsome new trainee was
– where was he when I was his age?” They would ask. That
afternoon I had to go to the front and get change for our
register and as I walked back and looked up on the platform and
saw him working, he DID come across as a rather debonair young
man. Very young, but mature enough for every one (female) to see
he might be a catch. That same day I caught Clarissa glaring at a
young girl who asked John a question from the floor up to the
platform. She was smiling and blushing as John answered. I
thought to myself, “Geez Clarissa, you haven’t even gone out with
him yet. Ease up!”

She saw me smile and she found me right away to, in a way, defend
her look.

“Do you think John should be answering question from the
platform, people might think he’s qualified.” She said.

“I think she was asking where the feminine products are, and he’s
qualified to answer that. He knows his bounds. I’ve went over all
of that with him. I broke you in, remember?”  I replied, but she
just walked away nodding.

So, I got to watch these two try not to act interested in each
other as tension built to their date Friday night. Clarissa was
hedging her bets and told John she knew him enough that he could
follow her home and they could go out together after work for
pizza. I had overheard this and when I had a chance to get John
alone I confided to him.

“John I think you have her on the defensive a little, just tell
her to give you her address an you’ll pick her up at 9:30. No
reason you have to wait here and follow her. Take the upper hand.
I don’t know if you’ve caught on, but she’s interested in you.”

John blushed, “Yeah, I know. I’m glad we don’t work together on a
regular basis. She watches me on the floor if I try and help a
girl and takes the register if it’s a female.”

“Keep all these things in mind, John. She thinks she has the
upper hand with you here at work, but you can change that on your
date. Give her the lead until something starts, then it’s up to
you.” I coached him.

He looked at me funny. “The lead?” he asked.

“At some point you two are going to be close, face to face, and
she’s going to move in for the kiss. Let it happen and be sure
you touch or hold her face at some point while you neck. If she
tries to give you tongue, the reins are yours from that point
until she reaches what her limit is with a guy she’s new with.”

John startled and looked both ways to be sure she wasn’t in ear
shot. “I’m not trying to have sex with her, just take her out for
some fun.”

“So if she offered and was open to it, you wouldn’t do it? She’s
a horny college girl and may be open to anything. On the other
hand, she may be a virgin, but I sort of doubt that. I’ve seen
condoms in her purse when she leaves it open to get her keys for
the drug safe.” THAT’S between me and you, and I’ll deny saying
it.”

Around 2 o’clock John came and told me he had a class and had to
leave and asked when he should come back. I thought we were OK
for the day, but said to come in Friday if he had any day hours
available. He agreed to work 10 until one and grabbed his books
and went off. A few minutes later Clarissa saw a check on the
floor and saw it belonged to John and ran to the parking lot to
catch him.

When she came back she said it was his tuition check that had
fallen from a book he had it in, today was Bursers Day for
students on monthly payments and was glad she caught him.

I was caught up when Doreen came in and I was able to get out
right at 5:30. I stopped at a realtor friends place on the way
and told him I might want to list my house pretty soon, so to
keep his eyes and ears open until I made a decision. I got the
idea to stop when I had planned to start packing up some things,
a season ahead for Dianna’s. I moved all I could of my Winter
stuff into the spare room, clothes in the closet and other things
in boxes. Before I knew it the clock read 8, and I hadn’t eaten
yet. I called Stu Mulligans to see if the kitchen was still open
and Joyce said she was about to send the cook home. They split
the bar when it was busy, but if there was food to prepare, Joyce
was alone. The kitchen hours were just until 8, but if it was
busy, they usually stayed open. I asked if the fryers weren’t
turned off if I could get some wings. She checked and I said I
would be right over. It only takes 10 minutes to get there so I
was there in 15 after getting dressed.
My wings sat on the end of the bar with a bone bowl over them to
keep them hot.

Oh Joyce, I was going to bring those home with me.” I complained
quietly.

“You’re going to leave me here all alone? I’ll buy you a drink if
you stay and eat.” She said tempting me, since the place was
empty. Next Thursday would be the first NFL Thursday game, so
this was the last quiet night for a bit. So, I stayed.

Two drinks later I finished my wings and Joyce had told me all
about her ex-husband and how he was battling with her over the
kids, with me explaining the situation with Dianna. Suddenly a
pair of hands went over my eyes,

“Guess who?”  I heard in a female voice behind me.

I cringed to find out, because I wasn’t sure. She pulled hands
away and the bright smiling face of Mikel-Anne was there, looking
as hot as ever. She was my last “serious” relationship.

“I was hoping I would run into you tonight!” She said.

“You were? Why?” I asked, stupidly.

“Because I’m horny as shit and if there was thing we did well, .
. . . . .well, you know!” and then she did a little pirouette in
her tight jeans and she looked awesome.

Suddenly from the other side of the bar we heard in loud pissed
off voice. “Can’t my boyfriend come visit me at work without
getting hit on? Dean if you say another word to her, don’t bother
coming home!” Joyce shouted from behind the empty bar.

Mikel-Anne flushed with embarrassment and stood back apologizing.

“Oh my God ! I’m sorry, I had no idea. Deans an old friend from a
year ago or so. I just knew he hung around here and I thought I
would look him up.” She explained, not wanting to start a
confrontation.

“Well, he’s taken. Dean, I need you to help me in the kitchen for
a minute.” Joyce yelled back.

Mikel-Anne was backing off the whole time and finally said “Dean,
you take care, it was nice seeing you.”

Joyce stood just inside the kitchen laughing her ass off.

“I’m glad she wasn’t a fighter!” She said.

“Thanks Joyce, you were perfect. That chick was hot when I was
dating her, and she looks even hotter now. I would have resisted
her, but she could have had me thinking. THAT’s why I didn’t want
to stay to eat. I better go.” I said as I headed towards the
door.

“Check and make sure she’s gone first.” Joyce yelled from the
back, but the coast was clear. I was home and in bed, alone, in
20 minutes.

I couldn’t wait for Friday to be over with, looking forward to
the weekend and spending time with Dianna. She really had her
claws in me, but I knew she felt the same about me. We were
hooked on each other. The more I searched for a glitch in our
relationship, the more I began to think it was iron clad. I must
have been contented with those thoughts because I slept until
almost 11 Friday, working the later shift, even though I planned
on going in a bit early to help out, it would only be a half
hour, showing up at 12:30.

I was enjoying the little cat and mouse game between Clarissa and
John on Friday. John had a date with her after she got off that
night and he had a short shift in the store that day. We needed
all the help we could muster with back to school and college
scripts following student physicals.

John was paranoid and approached me once and looking both ways to
be sure he was alone asking, “Is she ignoring me for a reason?
Did I do something?”

I took him up one of the pill aisles and said, “She’s ignoring
you because she’s working. Don’t get paranoid. She only agreed to
go on a date with you, not marry you. If you develop a
relationship you will know the signs of trouble. Until then, I
need you to do what she’s doing , your job!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Mincher, I mean, Dean. I have to tell you, this is
my first REAL date. I’ve been to a couple high school dances, but
my Mom wouldn’t let me go to most of the social affairs. My Dad
has been gone a long time and she really needs me around a lot.”

“How old is your mother, John?”

“She’s 40.”

“In good health?”

“Yes, why?”

“That’s my question to you, WHY does she need you around a lot?
You have to get out there and get into the world. You know if
this whole thing with Pharma school and Friends works out, you’ll
be making good money after you graduate, be able to have nice
cars and a home, get married and start a family. Your Mom is
young enough to take care of herself and she has to let you go,
or you have to let her go.”

Johns face sort of sunk hearing my words so I asked him if there
were problems at home.

“Just what you just said, My Mom smothers me. She’s very
attractive but and has never, as far as I know, been out since my
Dad passed. She works in a Dentist’s office and that’s the extent
of her social life. She said she can’t date because my Dad is
waiting for her in heaven.”

I wanted to read John the riot act about enabling his Mother for
this illness she had, but that was out of my realm. He had to
realize she had an illness first and it seemed he was getting the
idea after vocalizing his thoughts.

Two o’clock came and John had to leave for a 2:40 Bio class.
Suddenly I had a rush order from a doctor on the phone, Clarissa
had 5 people in line and the Store manager was asking for a 2nd
pharmacy register.

“John!”  I said urgently, “Take Clarissa’s line, Clarissa pick up
my queue on scripts, I’ve got an ambulance on the way to get an
emergency home script, an injectable. I need to sign it out and
have it signed for, all that crap. I don’t know why they just
don’t bring her to a hospital. John don’t worry you’ll make your
class, just a few more minutes.”  I said barking orders like they
usually don’t hear.

I’m pretty easy going but when the screws get turned down I’m a
drill sergeant until the pressure is eased. John was willing to
pitch right in, and that would be a plus for him. If he had
whined, I would have lost some of the respect I had for his
dedication.

In less than 10 minutes Clarissa had finished the queue, except
for the restricted drugs, I had passed off the vials to a driver
through the back door, paperwork all in order, and John had
busted the line. He shut the register on the last customerr and
started taking off his smock, walking by Clarissa he sort of put
his hand on her arm and whispered, “I’ll see you at your place
tonight.”

She smiled as she poured her last script into the little brown
bottle with a preoccupied
“Uh – huh”, careful not to be distracted filling scripts.

We heard the back door close and she turned to go to the register
and there was no one there.

“God! We can breathe for a minute. Thank God John stayed to kill
the line. He’s a sweetheart.”

I wanted to play. “Oh? A sweetheart? You haven’t even been out
with him yet.”

Clarissa flushed red and put her hands to her cheeks, knowing she
flushed.

“DEAN! You’re busting on me! We shouldn’t have told you we were
going to go out!” She said, not serious at all.
“Cut him a little slack there “sweetheart”. He’s not exactly a .
. . . . .”

“Stop, I know it’s his first real date. We’ve spent 5 or 6 hours
on the phone since he asked me. He’s innocent, but not without a
lot of street smarts. He HAS to get out of that house. His mother
thinks he’s 13. I like him, his naiveté is sweet, but he has a
confidence that is refreshing. Tonight should be a new experience
for me, he’s so interesting to talk to.” Clarissa said waving her
hands to me as if to say “back off”.

 I held up my hands as if to say I didn’t really want to get
involved or know anything. The rest of the night went by quickly,
as it was very slow and I had a lot of time to get stock in order
and get things ordered. At a quarter of 9 I told Clarissa to get
her things and leave. She had been clock watching, anxious to get
home and be ready when John came to call. I punched her out at
9:00 and cashed out our register and brought cash and detail up
to the store managers office. Friday nights we had to transmit
our sales, hours and over/shorts from the registers. We also
placed our vendor orders, ie: things that Friends Pharmacy D.C.
(distribution center) didn’t supply. As I had told Dianna, I was
home around 10:00 and only too glad to find the pillow. It’s no
wonder that Doreen was glad to be able to trade off her normal
Friday night.

When my alarm went off Saturday morning I felt as if I had just
closed my eyes. I was very afraid that this would make my day a
lousy one, but I knew it would end well at Dianna’s. I promised
myself I would not question Clarissa about her Friday night, and
I kept that promise. She never volunteered a thought and I never
asked. When John came in at 1:00 he acted as if nothing had
happened and seemed to pay less attention that usual to Clarissa,
and I said nothing, asked nothing. I got out around 5 and they
both got off at 6:00, both of them using the last hour to
transition Doreen. She could normally handle 6 till 9 alone and
the store manager knew how to ring pharmacy in the event she got
busy, but for Saturday night, it was rare.

When I got home I did a quick shower and changed into a polo and
a pair of jeans and headed right to Dianna’s. When I rang the
bell Missy answered.

“Good evening Dean. My mother and I are preparing dinner for you
tonight, but she can’t come to the door.” Missy said very
politely as I walked in and squat down to Missy level and took
her hand and kissed it.

“Sorry, I was just taking out the breast fillets from the braise
to the flat top and I couldn’t get out there.” She half hollered
as I came around the corner into the kitchen. I hadn’t seen her
use the flat-top on the center section of her Jennaire before as
the chicken flared, apparently with alcohol in whatever she was
dousing them with.

“I just have to move these to warm plates for about 10 minutes
before everything else is ready. They should rest anyway.” She
said as covered each pate with a lid to hold in the heat. It was
only then that she was able to get free for a hug and kiss.

She tasted and smelled so delicious I would have taken her right
there and I could see by the glow in her eyes, the flare of her
nostril, she felt the same way.

“You kiss my Mommy like a Daddy does. My Daddy didn’t like just
Mommy so he moved to Florida. Nana said he likes Florida so he
can run around. It doesn’t get cold down there.” Missy said
innocently.

“Is that so?” I said, turning my attention to Missy. “Can I tell
you something? I REALLY like your Mommy and the only other girl I
like is YOU.”  I said hugging her.

Missy seemed happy I hugged her, but ran to hug her mother’s leg,
looking up to her crooking her finger to whisper something.
Dianna bent and Missy said something to make Dianna smile and
look to me.

“Should I ask Dean?” Dianna said to Missy and she nodded.

“Missy wants to know if your become my boyfriend, will you be her
boyfriend too?”

I smiled and knelt on the floor to be on her level.

“I think I am your Mommy’s boyfriend, and if I didn’t like you? .
. . . your Mommy wouldn’t like me. You come together with her.
You’ll see in the days coming up we’ll ALL go out together, me
and my two girls. How does that sound?” I said to a grinning
Missy.

“Really, me and Mommy and you?” she asked as if to verify.

“How about tomorrow after your movie with Gramma, if I take all
three of you out for a nice dinner?”

“Gramma won’t go to a hamburger joint.” Missy warned.

“Don’t worry, it will be a place she likes, I promise.”  I
assured her.

Missy turned and looked up to her mother.

“Can we do that Mommy, can we?” She said to her nodding mother.

With that Missy squealed and ran off to play in her room,
seemingly happy as a clam.

Dianna turned to tend to the stove and filled me on the coming
week.

“My Mom is staying here with Missy Monday and Tuesday, until I
get home. I fly in around 8:30. Do you think you could pick me
up? Then I’m home for the rest of the week. But next Monday I fly
out to Vegas and Colorado and won’t be home until Thursday night
or Friday. Mom will spend the week here then. I haven’t told
Missy yet. I’ve never been away that long before. The end of the
GM shoot tacks on to the Vegas promotional, and that’s in
Colorado. This General Motors thing is paying me a LOT of money
and passing on it would be stupid, although I hate to leave her,
or you for that matter, for that long.” She said making herself
busy with her back to me, but she did a half turn and looked at
me for approval saying, “More money than I made in the last year
altogether.”

“Wow, but you couldn’t afford Missy to go too?” I asked since she
seemed concerned.

“Afford yes, but the schedule would have meant leaving her with
someone a couple times. Their insurance wouldn’t cover her
traveling to Red Rocks, Silverton, or Central City.” She said
still busying herself with dinner.

I turned to look into the living room to see what she had on the
TV and suddenly she came up behind me and turned me planting a
full mouth kiss and entwining her arms around me as we got lost
in each other. I slipped my hands down and cupped the gorgeous
cheeks of her ass while she humped up and tried to grind on me,
it had been so long since we saw each other.

“You two get a room!” We heard from the hallway as Missy aped her
Gramma saying that to folks PDA’s.

Missy, however, was smiling a devilish grin, knowing it would
start a little trouble with her Mom.

“Suppose Dean got a room right here with ME? How would that be?”
Dianna asked sending up a trial balloon.

“There’s no bed in the other downstairs bedroom and upstairs is
just boxes” Missy said innocently.

“So, I guess he would have to sleep with me.” Dianna said, matter
of factly.

Missy was at a loss for words for a moment and looked to her feet
and then to the ceiling like an idea would appear to her.

“Then you would have to get married, right?” Missy asked, again
so innocently.

“How about if I promised to marry your Mom? I do love her very
much.” I asked wondering just how much she knew about situations.

“Gramma says Daddy is a bad man because he sleeps with ladies
he’s not married to.” Missy said shocking the both of us.

Dianna lost it a bit and snapped back to her, “You DADDY did that
and then came home and told me he loved me, and that isn’t what
people who love each other do!”

I looked to Dianna and said in a low voice, “Easy, easy, she’s 5
and a half.”

Dianna called Missy to the kitchen and she picked her up having
to tend to the food, but not wanting the moment to pass.

“Missy, when a man, especially a Daddy, says that he loves the
Mommy and then goes and sleeps with other women, it’s a real bad
sin.” She said hoping she might understand.

She looked to me and I said “Shallow water, shallow water.” But
then Missy saved us all by saying, “When you say sleep, Gramma
said it was sex, and that’s bad.”

“Missy, do you know what sex is?” Dianna asked calmly.

“It’s how Mommies and Daddies make babies, that’s what Gramma
said.”

“Missy, there so much more that you don’t understand. If people
love each other they sleep together to show their love. Now you
run and play and I’ll call you when dinner is ready.” Dianna said
hoping Missy understood.

Dianna turned to me and shook her head. “She overheard way too
much at my ex’s house and my Mother explained it the best she
could when she asked questions. I feel so bad she’s been exposed
to all that crap, but in today’s world, perhaps it’s best they
not be as naïve as we were.”

“It scares the crap out of me”, I said shaking my head. ‘I just
wonder what’s going through her head right now.”

“Dean, she’s 5 going on 6, her thoughts at this second concern
her toys, and playing. Her little mind isn’t putting any tawdry
pictures together. It’s like they know 2 and 2 is 4, but don’t
know what a 2 is or that 1 and 1 and 1 and 1 is also four and
that can’t be since 2 and 2 is four. I’ve talk with a few people,
even the therapist I saw when I first put Paul out. She doesn’t
think she comprehends a lot of this talk, it’s so confusing. But
she does say it’s important for her to see and know that we love
each other before you become a part of her life.”

“I think we’ve done a good job of that so far. Tomorrow and later
next week will go a long way. Your Mother isn’t going to be a
problem is she?” I asked.

“No, she wants her to have a Mom and Dad, or Dad figure at least,
in her life. She already knows how serious we’ve talked. She
hated Paul so much, she’ll love you. She told me not to trust him
from the first time I brought him home. Shit, she was right.
Enough of this talk, go get Missy and be sure she washes up,  . .
. you too, Mister
(chuckle) and get to the table. Dinner is ready.”

I walked down the hall and looked in on Missy and she was lying
on the floor playing with 2 dolls holding them face to face and
having a play conversation. It was a couple fighting.

“You get out of my house if you sleep with other Mommys.” (high
voice)
“I’m a bad Daddy, so goodbye” (low voice)

“Missy?” I said quietly, as not to startle her, but she turned
quickly to my voice.

“Let’s wash up, Mommy says your dinner is ready.” I said holding
out my hand.

She stood up with a big smile and came to me taking my hand and
looking up at me adoringly as I walked her to the bathroom sink.
I squirted soap and ran the water and we washed our hands
together. She was getting such a joy from this interaction; it
was easy to see she was starved for “Daddy affection”.

“What were you playing in there?” I wondered.

“Uh, Mommy and Daddy. Daddy was bad and Mommy made him go to
another house.” She said and I just said “Mmmm, Hmmm.”

She was drying her hands when she asked, ‘Were you a bad Daddy
who has to find a new place to sleep?”

“No, I have my own house. I’m not married, that’s why I wanted
your Mommy for my girlfriend. I like her and she likes me.” I
explained in the simplest terms I knew before we walked out and
to the dining room.

Dinner was amazing and we all had little disjointed conversations
about everything under the sun and then suddenly it got quiet and
without much forethought, as she ate, Missy asked, “Dean and you
going to be here when I wake up and come and get me for breakfast
too?”

“No, honey. I have to go home to my house, but I will be here
tomorrow, and lots of other days.” I told her.

I didn’t want to comment, thinking it out of my further realm,
but hoped Dianna had something to follow up.

“Missy, if Dean and I decide to get married and live together
with you, would you like that?” She asked as if in passing.

Suddenly she got excited and jumped up and ran to her mother and
whispered in her ear.

“Missy, can I tell Dean what you just said to me?” Dianna asked
her.

Missy blushed and turned away, looking at me like the cat who ate
the canary. “OK”.

“She wanted to know if you lived with us if you would act like a
real Daddy.”  Dianna said with wet eyes.

I pushed my chair out a bit and turned toward Missy, who hadn’t
sat back down yet and said. “Of course, If I live here with your
Mommy, I would live with BOTH of you and if you wanted me to act
like your Daddy, I would. That would make me happy too.”

Without prompting by putting my arms out, Missy came over and
hugged me before sitting back down. I was getting all misty eyed
too,

We each finished our last few bites and Dianna said, “Missy you
can go and play for a few minutes, then we’ll have the cupcakes
we made earlier, OK?”

Missy dashed from the room and Dianna and I cried happy tears in
the kitchen in each others arms. This was one of the best moments
of our relationship and our plans so far. Dianna topped it all by
whispering, ‘Oh, you are going to get SUCH a blowjob tonight.”
(And I did, but not before I drove her over the top with two
fingers flying in and out of her pussy with my tongue on her
clit)

Chapter 16

Working Sunday morning wasn’t new to me; I just hadn’t done the
short shift in a long while. I had done the iron day last Sunday,
but the 3 hour shift was a different animal. You really spent the
whole time watching the clock hoping each time you looked at it
the hands would jump ahead.

I had gotten up late figuring I need only shave because I would
shower before going over to Dianna’s. So I was fresh and had
gotten a good night’s sleep, despite staying at her house until
11:30. We hadn’t gotten too involved with any marathon sex, we
Sunday ahead of us. But, we did have a nice oral session. Her
mother was coming for Missy at 1:30 so I wanted to be there by
1:15 or so.

Clarissa called and said she would be a half hour late, but that
would be fine, it saved me a half hour overtime for her. Her
shift was 9-6 with a half hour lunch, instead of a straight 8
hours.

When Clarissa came in she was in a rush around, mad at herself or
being late and apologizing profusely. She prattled on about it
long enough before I stopped her.

“Enough Clarissa, you kept the number one rule of being tardy,
you called. If you hadn’t called I would have started making
phone calls to find you and worried you weren’t showing up at
all. You have a responsibility to be on time, but I do respect
the fact that some things are beyond our control. It’s over, no
harm no foul. Just avoid whatever caused it again. Two lates in a
month and corporate wants a long explanation from me worrying
about your commitment and all that blather.” I explained.

“Thanks, and so sorry Mr. Mincher.”

“I’m still Dean, Clarissa. Just because I gave you a reprimand,
and a poor excuse for one, it doesn’t change things here. We work
together and I’m on your side, been there, done that.” I said
knowing the system she was going through.

“God, If I make it through the day without falling asleep it will
be a miracle.” She said walking away.

“What time did you get in?” I asked before she turned the corner
into her work cubby.

She looked back at me with a red face, “Three o’clock, thank God
I hadn’t drank much.” She said with a relieved smile.

While doing my next script, we have automatic refills to start
each day, John came in and asked if he could get any hours in. We
had told him to give us any extra hours this weekend, but I
really had thought it would exclude Sunday, but he was here and
said he could work 10 till 12:30 citing an exam he had to study
for .

I went to my inbox and took out a 2 inch wad of 11 ½ X 14
computer labels.

“John, start in Pharmacy aisle 1 along the wall, you’ll find the
first label on the top shelf and the replacement label for the
shelf, and enough price stickers to re-price the stock, if there
was a change. The middle part where the price is should be easy
peel. Follow the row to the end of the 6 foot fixture, it’s all
plan-o-gramed, and then down to the next shelf. If there was no
price change, just change the label on the shelf header.”

It had been quiet most of the morning and Clarissa and I started
some of Mondays auto-refills. A few customers had questions and
engaged John on the floor. He was doing well with his answers as
I listened in to be sure he was on target. As I thought about his
conversations I realized I overheard him at one time telling
someone how he was moving into a dorm, instead of staying home,
so when I had a free second, in passing, I asked him.

“Did I hear you day you were moving into a dorm?”

“Yes, my waiver of the “Mandatory Living on Campus” regulation
expired. You’re required to live in the campus community at least
the first 2 years and my Mom got me off it because we live local
and I wasn’t 18 when I started. Come to find out that was only
supposed to be for 90 days, until I passed my 18th Birthday.” He
said with a widening grin. “I move out this afternoon after I
study for a quiz tomorrow. I got into a dorm with 2 other guys,
both 1st year Pharmies. Clarissa’s helping me move later when she
gets done.”

“How much more is that going to cost you?” I wondered.

“My Mom has been paying the dorm fee all of last year and the
first couple months of this semester. They only waived the fee
for the 90 days.” He said, and then turned to me in a low voice
so no one else would hear, “She knew, she just didn’t want to
lose me. Clarissa figured it out when she saw the check I was
bringing to the Bursars office. It fell out of my book and she
had picked it up.”

“Are you getting any kind of break since you really didn’t live
there all this time?” I wondered.

“They’re waiving my Cafeteria Fee for the rest of this year,
that’s all.  Suppose it’s better than nothing.” He said as I
pulled at his sleeve to go down  one of the pill aisles.

“John, have you considered trying to get your Mom some
professional help? Has she got brothers or sisters in the area to
help you? She sounds depressed.”

“Do you really think it’s that serious?” He asked with an alarmed
look on his face.

“If what you say is true, that she’s attractive and only 40 and
just waiting to die to be with your Dad again, it’s just not
normal.  I realize she loved your father, but do you really think
he would want her to waste away alone when she could be having
the time of her life right now. I’ve dated and been with 40 year
old women, and they are hot and ready to go, not spinsters. I’m
sure you don’t think of your Mother in this sense, but a woman
hits her sexual peak from 35-45.” I informed him.

“I know I don’t want to think of my Mom that way, but, when I
have friends over they all comment on my having a “hot Mom”.
Embarrassing to hear, but . . . . .”

“Well, sit down and talk with her sometime. With you out of the
house she may realize how lonely she really is. There is so much
for her to do in this world. What she’s doing is just not normal,
but it is a common mental ailment. Read up on it before you talk
to her. How is she taking your moving?”


“Well, she knows it’s mandatory, so she’s accepted it. That
doesn’t mean she has to like it. She read me the riot act this
morning when I got in around 4 o’clock. When I start to get my
things today, my friends will be with me so she won’t embarrass
me.” He said with a bit of a worry in his voice.

“Well, “ I said, “You just work with her on this. It’s going to
be a big adjustment.”

“I will Dean, thanks for the help.” He said before he got back to
work.

I noticed that he and Clarissa barely said a word to each other
and almost avoided each other, but I knew she was supposed to
help him move later in the afternoon. But, after John left at
12:30 he had finished relabeling half of the Pharmacy aisles.
Clarissa approached me when it was dead and it was apparent she
wanted to talk before Doreen came in to relieve me..

“Uh, oh, you’ve got a look on your face like your dog was just
run over or your cat didn’t come home.” I said jokingly, hoping
she would smile and look on the bright side of whatever she had
to say.

She gave me a stern look and said, “Don’t you ever tell anyone I
told you this, but I have to just get it off my chest and you’re
the coolest person I know who can give me advice.”

“Wait Clare, you didn’t break Johns heart last night, did you? He
was sort of mopey and I noticed he didn’t really interact with
you today.”

“No, quite the opposite really. He just doesn’t know how to face
the person who, . . . . . God, I’m so bad, . . . who took his
virginity last night.” She said trying not to cry, while trying
to hide a smile of pride or accomplishment.

“Clarissa, I shouldn’t be hearing this it’s. . . ”

“WAIT! Dean, you’re the only one and I’ve got to ask someone some
advice. We really got into it Friday night and it was fun,
necking and petting. I haven’t been with a guy in so long and
he’s really a lot of fun to be with, and he didn’t act like
someone who never kissed a girl before. We went out again last
night and ended up at a frat party and got alone in a room, and
you know the whole thing, it happened. I didn’t want it to
happen, but I clearly made it happen. He was aggressive, but I
clearly, . . . this is so embarrassing, PUT HIM in me.”

“I shouldn’t hear anymore.” I said, very uncomfortable.

“Wait, on the way home I sort of apologized and told him I really
liked him, but that was something that shouldn’t have happened so
fast. He kept nodding and agreeing and I told him I would still
help him move and everything today and he said he hoped so. But
today when I smiled at him when he came in he didn’t really
acknowledge me until he was leaving and he said “see ya later”. I
had told him I wasn’t a run around and that IT really meant
something to me, but no matter how I said it I seemed to make it
a denial of being a slut. I’ve been around the block, but, not
very many times. Taking the lead and being so, you know . . . . .
. . . , I got bold and, SHIT, it happened.”

“Clarissa, I don’t know what you want me to tell you. As long as
he didn’t take it as tantamount to a marriage proposal, and
doesn’t expect it every time you’re together, play it by ear. I
mean, he didn’t seem overly infatuated today, just mostly afraid
to face you, like he made you do something you didn’t want to do.
Make it clear you WANTED to do that, but just not so soon with
him, not that you would have picked just anyone.” I said trying
to get out of this conversation ASAP.

“You KNOW I came on to you the other day and you shut me down
talking about your girlfriend. I just wanted something to ease
the  . . . . pressure?, I guess is the word. I’m so sorry.”

“OK, Clarissa, that’s it. I don’t need to hear anymore of this,
and I shouldn’t. I gave you my advice and will speak no further
on it. Forget we ever talked, OK?”  I said, pissed off she said
anything at all.

I was already a half hour late leaving, but Doreen had a problem
with her cash drawer from the safe, it had to be counted. I still
had to shower and be at Diana’s by 1:30, the latest.

Doreen came up the steps onto the platform just as I turned and
she was apologizing. Someone had taken the wrong cash drawer that
morning and there were things they had to make right. It was
12:40 and I had to shower and change and be to Dianna’s in 45 or
50 minutes. A rush - but doable.

Driving home I had to admit to myself that Clarissa was probably
a hot little piece of ass in her own way. She had let herself go,
presumably eating away her frustration at losing a boyfriend. I
knew she had gotten a like a beer gut and her ass started to
spread a bit, but she had spent the summer dieting and exercising
still wearing her “hide my fat” clothes until she hit her target
weight. This morning when she came in she looked quite nice, a
firm and round little butt to go with her nice legs in her skirt
she had worn for the first time in months. I just hoped she
hadn’t fucked up Johns head too much by seducing him. He was
probably using moves he learned in porno’s, like we all did at 17
or 18, and got Clarissa to a point where she couldn’t help
herself. (she must be a horny girl)

I dashed in the house and was naked by the time I got to the
shower. I had already hung up clothes to wear today so I was all
set. Showering I thought of the night before and began to grow a
pudge already. Once Missy was down she brought the monitor out to
the living room and set it right on the back of the sofa. We
started necking and I was on her in no time. The little shorts
she was wearing came off and I had flipped her tube top up. She
was stretched almost flat on the sofa and I had my face in her
box and two fingers literally flying in and out of her pussy. She
was so wet I had to put her shorts under her to save the sofa
from a juice stain. When she finally cried uncle and pulled
herself up to a sitting position she put her ear to the monitor
and tip toed back to check on her, just to be sure. When she came
back she got a towel from the kitchen to sit on and told me to
stand. She hugged the side of her face to my belt buckle and was
squeezing my ass. She pulled down my zipper and undid my belt and
my pants were on the floor. She reached her hand up the leg of my
boxer-briefs and held my balls while she looked up asking me if I
wanted her to suck me.

“Oh GOD”, was my only answer as she ran her arms up through the
legs of the brief and pulled them down. She held my cock to my
stomach and bathed my balls for a minute and then proceeded to
give me a no hands, mouth only fucking, as she fondled my balls.

I usually have a tough time getting my nut this way, but seeing
such a beautiful woman on my cock and her perfect breasts bobbing
beneath and even getting a glimpse of the glisten of her juices
between her legs, I didn’t last too long. I was still uncertain
of whether she wanted my cum or not, but she never gave me a hint
to warn her as it rose, and I did say, “You’re going to get it.”
But she never wavered a second and took it all and never broke
cadence until I was getting over sensitive and she licked the tip
like a lollypop. She looked up and said “THAT was awesome! What a
sexy night with a sexy man and he’s all mine.”

I finished my shower and got dressed around my hard-on, knowing
it would ease as soon as I bent to put on my socks and shoes and
tie them. I was still pudgie when I stuffed everything in and
belted my pants, but I made it. It was 1:17 and I rushed out the
door and made Dianna’s with 3 minutes to spare before Dianna’s
mother got there.

Missy was real familiar when I got there and she was beginning to
really like me, and I her.

“What are you and Mommy going to do while we’re gone, besides
smooch?” She said giggling.

“Never mind what we’re going to do, you be sure to mind Gramma at
the movie and don’t eat too much junk. Don’t ask for things you
know you shouldn’t have.” Dianna said while Missy looked to me
and rolled her eyes.

I whispered to her “That’s bold” and she frowned a bit, but knew
she shouldn’t have made the face.

“Your Mommy and I are going to look at the Sunday ads and maybe
try and pick out some furniture she’s looking for the dining
room, so we can move the small table into the kitchen for
breakfasts and snacks.” I said, semi-fibbing, knowing that was
something she planned on.

“I’ll be good at the movie, Mommy.” She suddenly said moving to
hug her mother’s leg. “I’m sorry I was bold.”

“How were you bold?” Dianna asked and Missy motioned her mother
to bend and she whispered to her.

Just then the door opened and a neatly dressed, and definitely
attractive woman who was unmistakably the mother of Dianna came
in.

“Gramma, come and meet Mommy and me’s new friend, Dean.” Missy
said while we all laughed.

I shook hands with her and exchanged pleasantries while I kept in
mind that she already knew I was screwing her daughter and that
we were somewhat serious. Dianna already said that anyone besides
her ex would make her Mom happy.

She clapped her hands and said to Missy, “Come on now, we have to
get going if you want to make the 1:45 showing of Ice Age.” And
then she looked at Dianna and said, “You two have fun, . . . but
not too much.”, giving us both knowing looks.

“Nice to meet you Dean, and you’ll find out later, I’m not a
cheap date. We’ll call before we head back, to see if you need
anything.” She said with a wink to me.

I could tell she was probably a real firecracker when she was
young, and to tell you the truth, still quite attractive and
probably still getting it done. She was still pretty and
certainly no shrinking violet. I had certainly done worse myself.

They went out the door and Dianna looked at me with a rather odd
look.

“What is it?” I asked, like she had something special to tell me.

“We’ve looked forward to this day and now it’s here and just
being alone with you seems more important than anything else. The
naughty sex last night was so much fun and satisfying I really
thought we would be clawing at each other today for some
passionate lovemaking, but just holding you would be so nice . .
. and if something happens, well, . .  . . . it does.” She said
thinking I would be disappointed.

“As far as being horny for you, you know I always am, as a matter
of fact today when I got in the shower I saw your shampoo bottle
and got a hard-on. But making a big production sex hour or two is
not necessary. I realize that at this time we thought we would be
ripping each other’s clothes off knowing it would be not having
to look over our shoulders. The movie gets done at 4 o’clock your
Mom said she would call before they headed back.”

“Let’s go lay in OUR bed and talk.” She said stepping towards the
bedroom and holding out her hand.

I took her hand and she smiled at me saying “You smell good, you
really did JUST shower, huh?”

I nodded and she said, “Me too, I just finished drying my hair
when you knocked.”

In the bedroom she opened a drawer and took out some lounge pants
and threw them to me.

“Here, I bought these for you to wear around after you get home
from work and want to relax in the house. I got you a few sleep
shirts too. Are you OK with that?”

“To tell you the truth, when I know I’m home for good at night I
change into light sweats or fleece pants, not unlike these, and a
t-shirt, just to relax. Wearing a white shirt and tie all day
with the white medical coat is a little stiff and getting some
nice cotton next to my skin what I like.” I told her as I looked
over the pants.

“Put them on, with no shirt, and get on the bed with me. I’m
changing into a sleep-shirt and panties myself. That’s what I
wear to relax. I mean, I wear fleece shorts when Missy’s around,
but. . . . . .”

We both undressed and got on the bed and she snuggled up to me
and started talking about things we needed to take care of if I
moved in.

“Would you have a problem with pooling our expenses? Except for
clothes and things like that, shouldn’t we each put equal amounts
into a pool to pay for mortgage, utilities, cars?” She asked

“I thought you didn’t have a mortgage, how much of a mortgage do
you have?” I wondered

“It’s not MUCH of a mortgage.The courts awarded Paul with $18,000
from the sale of the house and I elected to just get a mortgage
for that amount and if I agreed to pay the yearly taxes on it I
could get the deed solely in my name. That was worth it to me. My
payment is only about $88 a month, plus another $172 into escrow.
Until and when we ever get married we can treat your half of that
as rent. How much is your car payment?” She quizzed me.

“Well, we’re really getting into the dirty sex talk here, aren’t
we?” I laughed before answering. “My payment is just around $225
a month for another 2 years, I put a ton down on it.”

“Well, mine was used when I bought it, but it was “our” car in
the marriage and they agreed to sell it to me for the balance. We
refinanced it and mine is $232 a month for 25 more months, so
that’s a wash. Obviously he didn’t have a leg to stand on in the
divorce, they produced 3 girlfriends, and one of them he fully
supported. At the end of all of that, he lost his job over it.
They didn’t want a dirt bag working for them.” She said with a
certain amount of regret and sadness in her voice.

“I realize why you don’t totally trust me, even though you say
you do, but I want you to know that I am incapable of pulling any
kind of deceit like that.” I told her, matter of factly to
re-establish my strong position in that area.

“If I say that I do, I do. You’ve more than proven to me
everything you’ve claimed. If you hadn’t I wouldn’t be going this
far. Umm, . . . . . . I, no . . I should wait.”
“What?” I wondered

“I was going to say something else but maybe I should wait until
a better time.” She said backing off a bit.

“Well, you’ve opened the box, not let it out. I you want me to
trust you, you can’t do that.” I demanded in a lighter tone than
a hard demand.

She smiled, pursed her lips and I could see a tear forming in the
well of her eyes. Her bottom lip quivered and she sat up from her
position on the pillow to look at me in the eye.

“Today is the day I wanted to do this if I felt it, and I do more
than I thought I would.
Dean, I truly and deeply LOVE YOU. I love you I really do, with
all my heart.” She said as tears started dripping from her eyes.

I took her in my arms and held her tightly. I pulled back and
looked into her eyes and she smiled to me.

I chuckled and said, “I was going to tell you tonight after we
put Missy to bed, I figured after a day spent together with
everyone involved here, it would be the right time, but now
you’ve made me move it up a few hours. Dianna, there is no doubt
in my mind that I do, truly do LOVE YOU, as well, with all of my
heart. I don’t want to spend very many more days without you
beside me every night.”

“Tonight, please tonight, stay with me tonight and bring me to
the airport tomorrow to see me off before you go to work. My
flight is at 7:20 and you can pick me up on Wednesday when I get
in. It’ll work so well, I promise.” She begged me.

“Alright, we’ll see how it sits when we tell Missy, but we tell
her AFTER your mother leaves. OK?”

“Oh I DO love you so Much!” She growled as she hugged me and then
pinned me back into the pillows kissing me.

The physical contact was having an effect on me and I was
beginning to pitch a tent in my new lounge pants, and she noticed
right away.

“I see something I should take care of right away.” She teased.

“Get off those panties, I want you right now” I demanded.

“No, not now. I want to wait until tonight and have you fill me
up and fall asleep with me. I can make you happy, right now, for
sure.” She said confidently.

She sat up on her knees and leaned over to her bedstand and
opened the top drawer and took out a little fingertip device and
waved it in the air.

“This is made by one of the condom companies, for ME! . . . and I
know something we tried before that YOU like.” She said with a
big smile as she put the little thing on her finger, turning it
on (It buzzed) and sliding her hand in her panties.

Her free hand she used to unbutton the front slash on my pants
and let me out. Once she got in apposition where her friend
stayed put she had two hands on me, stroking and rubbing me off.

“Would you like to take those pants down and have me play with
your sexy balls while I stroke you?” She whispered.

“Di, no man in the world would turn that down coming from your
mouth. Take your top off, OK?”  I said getting more excited as
she whipped it off.

She took my pants down and off with my help so she didn’t
dislodge her friend. Now we were both nude except for her
panties.

She sat Indian style just to the side of me, sort of facing me
holding my balls in one hand and the other stroking me.

“How long do you think I’m going to last like this?” I asked
excitedly, knowing the end was in sight soon.

She just smiled at me and said “We’ll see.”

“I’m going to make a big mess in your bed.” I warned.

“No you’re no----ott.” She sing songed.

My head went back in the pillow and I growled as I felt my end
coming, there was nothing I could do to delay it. I thought I
would hear her shout at me for not warning her better, but
instead I felt her sweet mouth cover the end of my cock and take
the whole load from me as I panted at the increased pleasure from
her mouth. Then, just as fast, she shot a hand to her crotch
through her panty to hold her little friend in place at it did
her trick as well. Her mouth stopped working as she stiffened and
enjoyed her spasm, but she never lost a drop, quickly pulling up
and stretching back now with both hands holding her crotch
tightly as she bounded on the bed a couple times before
exclaiming a loud grunt.

We both laid in silence and then both fell asleep only to be
awakened by the alarm she had set. We both startled and she saw
the time as 3:45 and bounced off the bed.

“Come on, we have to get dressed. They’ll be home soon.”

“HEY” , I said, “Come here” as she turned and bent to get the
kiss she thought I called her back for. “I just wanted to tell
you that I’m going to make love to that pussy tonight and you’ll
have that to think on your whole trip.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you until later, but I got my period last
night after you left. My little clit buzzer is all I can handle
in there right now. However, you’re going to get my bottom
tonight because I’m GOING to feel you in me tonight. Poor timing
I know for the monthly, but we’ll both still get big finishes
tonight.” She whispered.

“We can wait to seal our “I Love You”, Di.” I protested thinking
it might not be as sexual for her.

“No, I can’t wait, I almost did you there this afternoon, but I’d
rather wait for later. The climax is different, but just as
satisfying, and . . . . . just be glad I got the curse. This
wouldn’t be a great time to be pregnant and raise two right now.”
She said with a smile and a kiss as the phone rang to tell us
they were on their way home.

Chapter 17

We washed and dressed to wait for Gramma and Missy to come home,
waiting on the sofa with small talk abounding. I could tell she
wanted to tell me something, funny how you pick on those things
when you’re on the same wavelength with someone, so I came out
and asked her.

“You have something else to say and you’re holding it back, what
is it?”  I said looking her straight square.

“God, you know me too well already! I didn’t want to talk about
this so you wouldn’t get to umm . . . . excited. I don’t need you
greeting my Mother with a big stiffie in your pants.” She said
uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed.

“I’ll control myself, what is it!” I asked, a little perturbed.

“If I didn’t like uh. . . bottom sex, I wouldn’t ask for it. I’m
uncomfortable with all of the terms for it, because they sound
dirty, naughty, whatever you want to say. It was OK when we were
just getting rocks off, but now we “make love” all the time. I
know you worry about hurting me. There is a pain factor to it,
but it makes the reward more intense.  I guess pain and pleasure
are two sensations closely related. It’s not pain like hitting
your thumb with a hammer or banging your head on the cupboard.
It’s a burn and sting right in the area where my most intense
pleasures come from, and once it irons itself out I really get
off. The orgasm is from inside me and it’s intense, very vaginal.
I know the tightness and grip bring you pleasure, so we can’t
lose. It’s not something I want to do every day, but it’s also
not something I do to just make you happy, despite me. I wouldn’t
let that happen because I know you wouldn’t hurt me. So let me
take care of being clean and having enough lube, and then let the
two of us enjoy it. If I have a real problem any one time, I’ll
say so. I promise, OK?”

“Alright, I’m just afraid you do it because I enjoy it. I enjoy a
banana split, but if I have more than one a year, it’s a lot.
I’ll never demand it of you and I prefer to just let it happen.”
I explained, I hoped fairly.

“You know it will never happen if I don’t want it.” She said,
rather curtly, pissing me off.

“What point do you think I’ve tried to make all along with this?
I can’t believe you even had to SAY that! We’ve been there a
couple times and that’s more than I’ve ever had that in such a
short time.” I emphasized.

“So, that first time with me was your first in a long while?” She
asked with a cute smile.

“You get hurt when you get nosy, and I don’t lie. No, it was the
first in a short while. My last affair before I committed myself
to you involved that.” I told her, looking away.

“Why do I ask questions like that? God, I’m sorry. I thought I
was doing something so special that you would never stray. I
didn’t need to do that, did I? I had you already. I mean, NOT
that it wouldn’t have happened anyway. Oh shit, I’m in
quicksand.” She said trying to work her way out of this, and I
only knew one way.

I turned to her and planted my lips tightly on her mouth and gave
her a long deep kiss, slowly pushing her back into the sofa with
her responding in kind showing me that my words and deeds made no
difference. Of course just as we hit the cushions on the sofa,
the front door flew open with Missy running in.

“I was right, you ARE smooching. Get a room! Hahahahaha.”

Dianna bounced up and grabbed Missy and stood up and turned a
pirouette.

“Do you know WHY I’m smooching with Dean? For the same reason I’m
going to smooch you, I love you, and I love Dean!” She said
kissing Missy over and over with sloppy kisses as Missy tried to
fight her off as she giggled and wriggled.

Dianna finally put Missy down and she came over to me.

“Were you smooching with my Mommy the whole time we were gone?”

“Yes, the WHOLE time, and it sure made me hungry. Are you ready
to eat?” I said picking her up as she hugged me.

“YES, I’m hungry! No more smooching for you!” She said as I put
her down.

Dianna knelt down and hugged Missy tightly, telling her “No we
didn’t smooch the whole time you were gone. We looked at the ads
like Dean said and we did a lot of talking. I haven’t been able
to see him a lot, I’ve been traveling so much.”

“Why have you been traveling so much, Mommy?”

“I’m getting all the work done now so I can be at home with you
to go to school, and to meet you off the bus in the afternoon.
How does that sound?” She asked her.

“It sounds good to me because I don’t have a key to get in the
house. You better be here when I get home.” Missy said in a tone
reminiscent of a young Shirley Temple, who no one probably
remembers.

I looked over at Di’s mother and asked, “Is Basil Roma good for
you, do you like Italian?”

“I like it, but I can never afford that place.” She sort of
snapped at me

“Not to worry, I’ll get the check. I want us all to go out to a
nice place where we can talk and eat.”

We all got into my car and made the short drive to Basil Roma and
avoiding any serious talk, except small talk, about the movie
they had seen and about furniture changes Dianna wanted to make
at the house. Once in the restaurant we got situated with drinks
and I ordered a large anti-pasta and soon we were all noshing on
the goodies in the salad after we had ordered dinners.

“We wanted to have all four of us to be together tonight so we
could break bread and talk about some of the future Dianna and I
have planned” I said as Dianna shot me a look of fear, or was it
anger?

“We have grown very close in the past 3 months we have known each
other and it has become quite clear to us that we have special
feelings for each other. Now, we don’t plan on jumping the gun
and getting married and making anything permanent, but we would
sure like to try and see if that arrangement could work out. We
want to know how the two of you would feel if I became part of
Dianna’s little family to see how it might work out.”
I said without a pause so no one could interrupt me or change my
mind from what I had planned to say.

Dianna was somewhat in shock and she couldn’t look at her mother
or her daughter. She only looked at me with the face that clearly
said “What the fuck are you doing?”

Dianna’s mom was in shock for a minute but Missy looked to her
mother and then to me asking, “Do you mean you’re going to sleep
in our house and be coming home with us every night, eating
dinner and everything?”

“Yes, Missy, just like that.”

“Mommy, Mommy, can we. Can we do it? Dean can be my stepped
daddy.”
“STEP Daddy, and NO, he wouldn’t be that unless he and I got
married. But,” she said looking to me still in shock that I
sprung this, “Dean could do things with you LIKE a step-daddy
might do. Then if everyone is happy with the way we all get
along, then Dean and I would get married.” She explained.

“Hmmm . . . married, that’s what we did in the old days. None of
this practicing.” Her mother piped in under her breath, loud
enough for Di and I to hear.

“Had I practiced before . . . I might not have an ex, Mom.  I
might have learned things before they happened.” She said quietly
enough that Missy didn’t pay attention.

The waiter came back to collect our salad plates and the remains
of the anti-pasta and left us a plate telling us, “You dinner
will be out in just a few minutes, please enjoy this fried dough,
compliments of the Chef to clear your palette.”

Missy tugged at her Mother and said “I hafta go to the bathroom
Mommy.”, so Dianna got up and took her, leaving me with her
mother.

“How many women have you lived with, trying to find the right
one?” She said, not in a real snotty tone, but suspicious, none
the less.

“Officially living together, no one. I’ve thought about marriage
one other time, but Dianna and I really seem to fit.” I said,
ready for any questions.

“How do you feel about Missy?”

“She seems very sweet, very smart, and I enjoy her innocence with
the situation at hand, her Father, and her Grandmothers. She
understands more than we all think. She loves it when I interact
with her, she really needs another adult, a man, in her life. I
totally realize that with Dianna I get her daughter and her
career.” I explained.

“You get her Mother too. Let me tell you right now, if anything
happens to either of them on your watch, you’ll have me to deal
with.” She said as a warning, but somehow she managed a sweet
tone, but I knew she was serious.

“I can assure you, that I adore your daughter, and she adores me.
Missy is something added to my life that will be exciting and
thought provoking. Yes, I’ve been a run around in the past, but
Dianna has cured me of that. I’ve never felt so taken, so loved,
so secure with any woman. I have a good solid career, I make good
money, and if I became the sole bread winner in this situation,
we would do just fine. She wants to milk all she can from her
career while she still can, and I can live with that, as long as
it doesn’t interfere with Missy’s development or school. I won’t
pretend to be her father, or even the step father for now, BUT,
I’ll do everything I can to make her life happy and better.” I
professed to her.

“I have a good feeling about you. I was afraid when we got back
from Florida and you had your fill of her, you might flake off.
I’ve always thought when she met someone else she should go
through a trial period with them, but now that it’s here, I’m not
so happy about it, but I do know it’s the best way. You won her
over, now you just have to win me over. They’re coming back.
Don’t you tell her one word I said? I’ll see if I can trust you.”
She said with a smile as Dianna and Missy got there just as the
waiter came out with a large tray of our food.

“I suppose my Mother gave you the 3rd degree?” Dianna said.

“No, she told me about Disney World and the new things they’ve
added, as well as a review of the Ice Age movie.” I said with a
smile.

“Thank you for not grilling him Mom.” Dianna said as she patted
her mothers hand, while Mom was giving me a knowing look.

While her Mom and I got veal parm, Dianna got the saltimbocca and
Missy spaghetti with meatballs. We were all overwhelmed at the
presentation and began to prepare to eat our Italian delights
when I looked to Missy who was overwhelmed by the size of the
meal and the adult presentation of it.

“Missy, would you like me to cut up your spaghetti and meatballs?
There’s an awful lot there, I think you have your lunch for
tomorrow as well. I’m sorry they didn’t have a Childrens Menu
that you liked.

“I wanted grown-up food, not hot dogs and chicken nuggets.” She
said smiling as I took a knife and cut up her food and then took
a lobster bib from the basket on the table and tied it around the
front of her.

“This will keep your pretty clothes clean.” I said as she quickly
shot back, “And out of trouble with Mommy!”

I signaled the waiter and asked if they had a booster seat and he
said they did and went to get it.

When he came back it was obvious he had children as well. “If you
get up young lady, I’ll be able to get you onto this to make it
easier to eat. We use this for people not as tall as the rest of
us.”

I got up and pulled out her chair and let her down and then put
her atop the seat and pushed her in. She looked at me with
adoring eyes and said, “Thank you Dean. Mommy said you were sweet
and I think so too.”

That got a chuckle from all of us and Missy, feeling much more
adult than child, quietly ate, and enjoyed her dinner with us,
causing nary a fuss.

The rest of dinner went smoothly and after dessert while we all
sat and appreciated our full stomachs Missy spoke up once again.

“So when we go home, you’re going to stay with Mommy and me, all
night?”

“Yes, if you want me to. I love your Mommy and want to be with
her.” I answered before Dianna could chime in. I wanted the
innocent honest answer.

“I think I would like that. You make Mommy happy.”

“Do I make Missy happy?” I asked, risking putting my foot in a
hole.

She looked down at her plate and then up and away, making sure
she didn’t make contact with her Mom or her grandmothers eyes.
(Very perceptive for 5 going on 6 – she wanted to make her own
answer).

“I would say, . . YES, because you don’t act like I’m not there.
You know I’m part of Mommy.” She said proudly.

All three of us were floored by her answer and I looked to Dianna
to see if this was something she had rehearsed. She just shook
her head and was in as much amazement as me.

Dianna leaned over from her seat and with tears in her eyes she
hugged Missy tightly.
“You know I picked Dean because I knew he would be good to you.”
She whispered, but I heard, even if I wasn’t supposed to.

Dianna’s mother looked at me and smiled, winking at me. I had
made some inroads with her as well.

After dessert and a short ride we were back at “our” place to
settle in for the night. Dianna had to pack for her trip and made
sure Lisa would be able to be at the house so we could leave for
the airport early. Dianna’s mother was coming over at 8 so Lisa
could catch her bus to school. I had volunteered to come back and
relieve Lisa, but Dianna thought it might not seem appropriate so
soon. If anything happened (God forbid) and Missy’s father wanted
to make a stink about leaving a child with a new “live-in
boyfriend” he might have an in for custody (she didn’t think he
had any interest, but you can’t be too careful)

I had told Missy and Vera (Dianna’s mother whom I only called by
her real name when we were alone without Missy) that I wouldn’t
be there for Monday night. I wanted to pack up more things to
bring over. Dianna’s upstairs bedroom was already stacked with a
few totes of clothes and other personal effects we had moved in a
bit at a time, but I had computers and other things I would need
if I “lived” there.

All arrangements were made and Dianna declared that bedtime would
be 8:00 for Missy with us to soon follow .We had to leave the
house by 6:00 to be at the airport for a hour before flight.
After she took off I planned on going back to my own place and
get dressed for work and get to the Pharmacy for 8:30, there was
always something to do.

Once Missy was down and Dianna had finished her packing she came
and sat with me in the living room, having moved the sofa to line
up with “my” chair so she could just lean over to hold my hand or
otherwise touch. The recliner was great and a necessity for me
since I was on my feet all day (otherwise I would always sit with
her on the sofa) She knelt up in the sofa and leaned over to me
and semi-whispered to me, “I’m going to go in and get ready for
bed and do what I have to so we can make love tonight. It’s the
first time we’ll sleep together after saying and meaning “I Love
You” as a commitment to trying life together.”

“If you’re sure you want to do this, I’m ready.” I said with a
smile and a wink.

“Although we’ll be making love, I doubt many men would be so
reluctant to have my ass when offered.” She said in a pixie tone
and scrunch of her wiggled nose.

“You know my story, and my reasons.” I whispered back.

“I should have never told you about the hurting and pain that
goes with it. It really is the gateway to the satisfaction of it
all. This is what I want tonight to make it all special, OK?” She
said with a pouty lip to be sure she got her way.

“I’ll meet you in bed.” I said as I kissed her forehead and she
scooted off.

Just watching her walk away and turn to give me a sexy wave
before going down the hall would be enough to make any man
absolutely crazy. Her beauty, her perfect figure, her
personality, and her sexiness were something for the ages. Her
agent knew what she had when she tried to make her “a star”. She
was very special. On top of that, I had a special thing for
redheads and that just intensified it all. The typical redhead
complexion is very fair and freckled. While Dianna had few
freckles on her face, her arms were quite freckled, as well as
her back. The fair skin led to easily reddened skin, like
complexion blotches that showed up for near no reason. (Or a well
placed handprint on a lily white butt cheek) Her upper thighs
between her legs were typically red, but not between the cheeks
of her butt, and the concentration of white skin there made her
asshole seem almost bright pink or a shade of purple. In the dark
of the room I wouldn’t see that tonight, but I was going to
imagine it, for sure.

There was little light in the room. There was a nightlight
outside the bathroom door and the “power” light on the monitor we
used to listen to Missy sleep. My eyes had accustomed to the
dark, but when the bathroom door opened and I got the flash of
its light before she switched it off leaving only a nightlight, I
did see the alluring figure of my Dianna, totally naked except
for a sheer flowing top she wore that just sat on her shoulders
with no arms holes.

It was this night that I realized that every time I saw Dianna,
it was a new revelation of her beauty, her charm and sexiness.
That flash of her as she came out the bathroom door made my penis
jump and react and I felt my nostrils flare as I drew a deep
breath, drinking in the split second of her form. This was a
woman I had been with in most every way, and she held no secrets,
yet each time I saw and touched her, it was like a first time.

She came to the bed and I made out her form getting onto the bed
on all fours, her face hovering over me.

“How’s my love, Dean? I love you so much, getting through the
next few days will be hard, especially at night. Just knowing
what I’ll be coming home to makes it all so much the better. I
always look forward to seeing Missy and the way she loves and
depends on me, bringing her into the world might be the greatest
thing I’ll ever do, but finding you, sticking with you, learning
about you, showing you how much I love you and getting it all
back will always be a close second. Where I thought Missy
completed me, you’ve just made life so much more joyful. I hope
you understand that, and how much I truly love you.”

The tone, sincerity, and sexiness of her voice would have been
enough to raise me to full staff, but when her sexy mouth
connected with mine and I tasted her tongue, felt its warmth in
my mouth as it slithered over and around my own tongue I wanted
to throw myself at her and be inside of this exquisite woman that
second. But she had other ideas. Her hand reached down and took
my cock and squeezed it, relieving some of the blood fill. I
looked into her eyes, ever so slightly lit up by the monitor
light, and I saw a smile, almost a knowing laugh form on her face
in her adoring eyes. Without moving, just shifting her body
posture from where she knelt, she put her mouth over me and
sucked all the way to my pubis and made a long clearing kiss back
up to the tip. I heard her whisper “delicious” and she made
another push to back of her throat and slowly sucked a long kiss
to the tip and turned to my face again saying, “My bottom is
ready and waiting for you. Please make love to me.”

She expected me to get up behind her doggie position, but I
wanted to see her face.

“Please lie down and let me face you, I want to see your face,
kiss your lips while I’m inside you.” I whispered.

“We never made that work, it was too uncomfortable.” She said,
regretting she used the pronoun we, referring to the only other
man who had her this way.

“This is a new “we” and I think I can make it work.” was all I
said.

Although she was reluctant, she easily gave in to pay for her
gaffe but I was sure “we” could make it work. I knelt up and she
fell to her back, spreading her legs for me to accommodate me. I
raised her legs and asked her to hook her left arm behind her
left knee. I held up her right and asked her to “put me inside
you”.

I think she was confused that she could take the lead in this
position, usually just waiting to be entered. She apparently
trusted me and reached around her leg and took my cock between
her thumb and forefinger, just behind the head, and pressed it to
her little ring as her natural instinct tipped herself up and
opened as the head slipped in.

She said “OH!” in a quick start as I deftly pushed an inch or two
into her, just enough I wouldn’t fall out and took her arm to
hook behind the knee I was holding. We were both bent and tipped
at the perfect angle, the natural angle of the sleeve I had just
entered, and with the lube she had prepared herself with; I slid
all the way in, we we’re skin to skin.

“Oh my God I’ve never been so full, and I’m so glad it’s YOU I’m
full of. It doesn’t hurt or burn like before.” She whispered to
me.

“It probably will when I start moving, it’s only natural, the
tissue usually smoothes the other way, but you’ll be OK.” I said
as I kissed her deeply and she loosened her grip around her knees
slightly. I began to move within her and she whimpered into my
mouth for a moment, but it quickly turned into an approving hum
as I hunched at her softly with short strokes.

I broke the kiss and she was crying, ever so slightly.

“It’s so beautiful, you making love to me in a way I hadn’t
known. You’re going to make me cum, I know it, I can feel the
tremors inside me.”

Her warm, tight grip on me was just as satisfying and I was
determined to pace myself to let her get her joys fully before I
went off. I watched her face in the glow off the pilot light on
the monitor and it was one of varying degrees of ecstasy and
surprise. I was getting close and was thinking of ways to delay
my end when I saw her eyeballs roll up and her lips tighten over
her teeth. She began to puff like a Lamaze pupil and her bottom
lip began to tremble and her eyes got wild. She was going to have
a nice one, with no control from deep in her loins. I’d seen it
one too many times to not recognize it.

Her breath caught and her face went white, so white I could
notice in the low light, but then she must have flushed red as
she almost disappeared before one long grunting, straining spasm
overtook her. Had it not been for the child sleeping in the other
room, there would have been loud screams as her body tensed and
her bottom gripped my tool even tighter bringing me to the edge
sooner than I expected. Once my orgasm cycle began I redoubled my
strokes and suddenly was pounding her as she let go her grip
behind her knees and took each of my arms in her hands while her
feet flailed at either side of my head and then I shot 2 long
bursts up into her very being.

I grunted and growled much like she did, trying not to make so
much noise and then slammed hard into her and held it tightly to
her bottom as the last of my cum dripped from my cock into her
bottom. I held that stoke until she finally exhaled a long
clearing breath and I did the same myself. When she dropped her
legs and I sat back to my haunches I fell from her with a loud
squishy fart.

“Ohh God, I pushing out cum all over the sheets.” She whispered.

I chuckled as I stroked the last of my cum into the same spot.

“Shit, my mother will sleep in this bed tomorrow night.” She
laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take the sheets with me and have them washed
when you come home.” I said and then there was silence as I
sensed she was tuning into the sounds on the monitor, if there
were any.

“That was incredible, that was my dream love making for the time
we said it would be.”

As I tried to make sense of what she said she sat up and hugged
herself to my confused face.

“You know what I mean.  I can hardly think straight right now. My
body is still spasming inside. What a climax. I think I can spit
some toe punk from it, it was wild.”

“Wow, THAT’S descriptive. I think from that angle we get the
g-spot involved and I know it can make you crazy. I love you and
I’m glad I could make you so happy, it was awesome for me too.” I
whispered.

“Let me go get rid of the rest of you. I’ll bring you a
washcloth.” She said getting up.
“Throw out a set of sheets and I’ll change the bed while you’re
in there.” I added.

A couple of squeaky hinges later I was handed a set of sheets and
while I took them she reached below and ran a washcloth over and
around my penis. Where we were was dark enough that I could make
out her form but not see her eyes while she gave me the little
wash over, but I knew she was smiling and enjoying it.

I rolled the cum puddle sheets into a ball and got the fresh ones
on as I heard a string of air farts while she passed the rest of
what I had deposited in her. In a short while we held each other
in bed ready to talk for a bit, we were both asleep in minutes
until the alarm went off at 5:00. Di was out of bed in a flash
and into the shower, while I made coffee and waited for her to
get out and I could go in.

Lisa knocked on the door just before 6, dressed and ready for
school, but obviously ready to lie on the sofa hoping for another
hour of sleep. Missy hadn’t stirred and Dianna was glad she said
good bye when she put her down the night before. Lisa set a
kitchen timer for herself and lay on the sofa as we left. After
Day one, Night One, all was well.


Chapter 18
Monday at work I felt a freedom I had never known, and I’m not
quite sure why. Knowing I was “attached” always scared me into
thinking I might never be able to chase down and capture another
woman of my liking. Suddenly, knowing I had caught a real beauty
who was smart and just as sexual as me without a bit of
shallowness, and had an eye for her future and not living for the
next 8 hours, made me happy. Where a child was involved I was
always frightened away, but Missy being part of the package only
enhanced the relationship. She was so much a piece of Dianna, you
couldn’t miss being attracted to her little personality, so smart
and inquisitive, wanting to learn more and more about life, in
such an innocent way.

I had just finished lunch when Clarissa said I had a personal
call. I wondered who it might be, hoping not hear a troubled
voice on the other end with bad news (I got so few personal
calls). It was Missy and she cautiously asked if I were Dean.

“Yes, little Missy, this is Dean. Why are you calling?” I asked

“Gramma doesn’t know I’m calling but I saw your number on Mommy’s
“mergency” board by the “frigerator”. She said quietly.

“Where is Gramma?” I asked before she could tell me why.

“Putting in laundry and taking stuff out of the dryer. I’m
“sposed” to be watchin’ TV. She said I dint understand why you
weren’t here if you said yesterday you would be. Do you love
Mommy and not me?”

“Oh my God Missy, nothing could be further from the truth. I’ll
be by as soon as I get out of work, OK? Now hang up and don’t
tell Gramma you called me, OK? I’ll call her later. This is our
secret.”

“OK.” She said and then there was a click.

I was amazed that Missy had so much on the ball, and that we were
so short sighted to think she forgot we told her I was “going to
sleep in her house and be coming home to be with us every night,
eating dinner and everything?”


She suddenly felt like a third wheel of sorts and I planned to
fix that right away. I waited for the next lull in scripts and
went up one of the pill aisles and called Dianna on her cell.
Luckily I got through and explained the whole thing. She was
going to call her mother and tell her the situation and gave
specific instructions for her NOT to let Missy know she knew
about the call. She told her to make the bed in the spare room
for herself and take the monitor with her in there. When Dianna
called back she made it known that Gramma was NOT happy with the
situation, but would play along. I should show up before 6 for
dinner and plan to stay the night, interacting with Missy as much
as I could.
I had no problem with it as long as Vera, Dianna’s mother, would
be OK in the situation.

So, after work I went to my place and gathered a few personal
items I needed, took the sheets from the dryer that I had washed
in the morning and went off to my “new” living quarters.

Not sure how to enter, I knocked 2 times and walked right in,
calling Missy’s name.
She was in front of the TV and came running to meet me as I bent
and kissed her and she hugged me. Gramma stepped out of the
kitchen and smiled to me politely saying “Hello Dean, welcome
home. Dinner in about 15 minutes.”

I felt like Ward Cleaver on Leave It To Beaver as I brought my
things to our bedroom and came to sit on the sofa with Missy. She
barely removed her eyes from the screen, but snuggled up beside
me. She began to give me details as I watched the fairy themed
cartoon show.

“That’s the bad fairy, . . . and she’s the good one trying make
her change. She’s my favorite.” She said, her eyes never leaving
the screen.

It was 5 until 6 so I knew the story would resolve soon, so I was
patient. Just as the credits began to roll Gramma called us to
dinner so I stood and held out my hand saying.
“Come on Missy, let’s go wash up.”

She turned off the TV and skipped to the bathroom sinks with me.
We soaped up and washed under the sink spout. She didn’t speak,
as if we had done it a 100 times, dried off and she put her hand
out for me to walk her to the dinner table.

Gramma had made a simple macaroni and cheese with knockwurst on
the side. Conversation was light. Gramma said little until Missy
piped up.

“Gramma’s taking me shopping tomorrow. When we come home you and
Mommy should be home.”

“Yes, if her flight is on time from New York I’ll get her at 5:30
on my home from work. Then I’m off on Wednesday and we’ll go out
and do something, the three of us, how does that sound?” I
answered.

“How about the other days next week?” She asked excitedly.

“Well, I have to work those days, but when I get home we’ll do
some things, I’m sure.”

“Do you have any kids of your own?” Gramma asked, with an
attitude.

I shot her a look, answering, “Of course not! I’ve never been
married before.”

“When he marries Mommy, I’ll be his kids.” Missy said proudly.

“That’s right Missy, if your Mommy and I get married, you’ll be
my kids.” I answered looking a death ray at Gramma.

“See Gramma, you didn’t have to get mean to Dean.” Missy said
while I did my best not to bust a gut.

Not much was said between Gramma and I the rest of the night, but
I was ready for her comments when we put Missy to bed.

She walked right from Missy’s room to the living room and stood
right beside my chair saying “Don’t think you’re going to walk
right in here and think Missy is your child. You have to earn
that.”

“I know that, and I’m doing my best to do that, but comments like
the ones you throw in don’t help. She’s missed a father figure
around here and she loves the fact I’ll be here and take an
interest in her. I KNOW that Missy is a part of Dianna and I
can’t have one without the other. I love Dianna so much that it’s
not a problem, besides Missy is a wonderful little girl who’s
been raised right so far, despite the disadvantages that she’s
had. Dianna works so hard to do things right, and we think THIS
(I said dropping my finger hard on the arm of my chair as if so
say HERE) is right.” I said, obviously upset.

“Well, coming here today to undermine me isn’t right.”

“She called me because she felt we lied to her and I was only
here for Dianna and not her. She was confused and obviously knew
she wasn’t getting a straight answer from you. I realize we
sometimes bend the truth to protect her, but she took it as an
outright lie and a slight. She’s almost 6 and smart as hell,
figuring things out. If my being here will make her happy, I’ll
be here.”

Vera turned and under her breath she said, “My daughter must be a
hell of a fuck” as she walked into the kitchen, with me CLOSE
behind.

“A NICE way to talk about your daughter, MOM! I’m the only man
she’s seen since Paul left. She’s not settling for me, I was
chosen when I asked her cold for a date, we had chemistry from
the start. Her sex habits, as well as mine are NONE of your
business. She doesn’t pry into your sex life, nor does she care
about your boyfriends over there because it’s none of HER
business.” I said with a sneer that I instantly regretted, but
she had it coming.

She flushed red as if Dianna didn’t know she had boyfriends at
the complex, and, as I mentioned before, Vera was a good looking
woman whom I might give a second look to if she were out in the
right situation.

I went back to my chair and picked up on the CSI show that was
one. After about 15 minutes Vera came in and apologized for her
remarks saying that her feelings were hurt when Dianna instructed
her to give up her bed for me to come over. I was pissed still
because yesterday she seemed fine with the arrangement and now
she had a new attitude, even though she KNEW the whole reason for
the change was for Missy’s sake.

I told her, not making eye contact.  “Thank you for the apology,
and I probably won’t tell Dianna what you said. Parents demand
respect, but you have to respect your children and to say that in
front of me was clearly out of line.”

“Please don’t say anything, we get along fine now after a rocky
time before she got married. I’m taking the monitor to my room
and retiring. Knock on my door if you need anything. What time do
you need to be up and out in the morning?”

“Thank you Vera, I’ll set my alarm for 7:30 and be out here for
breakfast by 8:00. What time is Missy usually up?” I asked after
thanking her.

“She usually comes out at 8:00 if I haven’t gotten her up. I’m up
and about early, about 7:00. Goodnight.” Vera said all of a
sudden,  like a puppy who’d been swatted with the newspaper. She
wanted the comment about Dianna kept secret.

Dianna called a few minutes later on my cell and asked if there
were any problems, wondering if Missy got in trouble for calling
me.

“No, she apparently got away with it, but you know she had every
right to call me if she thought she was being lied to. It wasn’t
like she did some awful thing. She called her Mothers live-in
boyfriend who told her just the day before she could trust. Had
she called someone else it might have been an issue, but she, in
one sense, thinks of me as one of her, . . . . . I guess the word
is “keepers”, for lack of a better word.” I told Dianna.

“You’re too sweet sometimes Dean. She’s clearly taken by you, and
so am I you know. I love you and miss you. I’m in a rented
penthouse in Manhattan. I’m here alone, except for my agent. She
had a business dinner tonight and I went to Patsy’s with one of
the other girls and her boyfriend. They walked me back up a
little while ago. The security in this building is great, I was a
little worried when they said I was alone, but the doorman is
great. I’m all locked in.” Dianna said, with a sigh.

“”I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 5:30 at the airport unless I hear
from you. We have all week to ourselves, lover.” I said in a low
voice to connote sex.

“We’ll have fun for sure, and then you’ll have 4 days of putting
up with my Mom.” She said leaving me hanging for a few seconds
with no comment.

After my long pause she perked up and said “OH SHIT, you had a
problem with her, didn’t you?”

“No, nothing of the sort, really.”  I said.

“Such a smart man, but a real shitty liar. Do I pull it out of
you, or her, or Missy?”

“”Dianna, everything is OK now. Boundaries have NOW been marked
and we shouldn’t have a problem. It wasn’t a big deal. If it was,
I would tell you all about it now, but it can wait, I promise.” I
convinced her without further worry.

“I’ll just call her and she’ll tell me.” She said smartly.

“That WILL NOT happen.” I said.

“Well, at least you black mailed her, good for you. As long as I
know you have the upper hand, and you clearly do, I’m not
worried.” She said ending it for the time being.

“I do wish you were here though. It’s a nicer house with you in
it.” I said quietly in a sexy tone.

“I know.  The same the other way around too, ya know. But I have
discovered one good thing about leaving on one of these trips, .
. . . .leaving and coming home. The hello – goodbye sex is
awesome. We seem to be at each other almost all of the time.
We’ll have to find things to talk about when the sex slows.” She
said with a happy tone to her voice that you couldn’t mistake.

“Sooner or later we won’t have sex each time we see each other.”
I said.

“I hope that’s a long way off. I’ve never felt so good and you’ve
given me more and new ways to enjoy it. Things I thought were
gross are so sexy I can’t wait for the next time. It’s how I know
I’m truly in love. Your taste drives me crazy.” She said softly
with a LOT of want in her voice.

“Well, we AREN’T going to have phone sex right now. I’m out in
the recliner and your Mom JUST went to bed.” I whispered.

“I know, I’m left to my own devices tonight, and I brought
nothing with me. There is Sambuca in the bar here, so I should
get to sleep and keep all the kittens safe. But, you’re in for it
tomorrow night. The flag is down and the main entrance has a big
welcome sign now.” She giggled.

“OK, OK, we better end this before I have to take things into my
own hands.” I laughed.

“OK, I love you more than anything. I’ll see you when I get in
tomorrow, give Missy a big kiss for me in the morning. Good
night!” She closed.

“Goodnight, my sweet lover. I love you!” I said clicking off.

At 7:30 Dianna’s alarm startled the hell out of me, I’m used to
waking up to music, we may have to change that, but it did get me
right into the bathroom without delay. After a shit-shower-shave
routine I just finished brushing, flossing, and dressing when I
heard a knock on my door. I answered it to see Missy standing
there, sleepy eyed.

“Can I make you breakfast Dean? My Mommy said I could sometime.
What would you like?” She said cutely.

“You sure can. How about toast and coffee?”

“I’m not loud to touch the coffee machine, but Gramma can get
that for you. C’mon.” She said holding up her hand for me to
take.

We took a few steps and she said “Mommy was s’posed to call me
last night and she didn’t.”

“Oh, honey she did but you were already in bed, she didn’t get
back to her hotel until late. I was supposed to give you a big
hug and kiss from her.” I said stopping and holding out my arms.
She jumped in my arms and we hugged and I kissed her little
cheek.

I was about to put her down and she said, “How ‘bout you? Do I
get a hug from you too?” she asked with a big grin.

I hugged her again and we met Gramma already at the kitchen
table.

“Gramma could you pour coffee for Dean? I’m gonna make him
toast.” Missy said matter of factly.

Gramma smiled (obviously in a much better mood than the night
before) and got up asking me how I liked it. (black-no sugar)

After toast and watching Missy gobble down Cheerios she went to
the living room for Sesame Street. Gramma looked at me with a
weird look on her face.

“What is it, Vera?”

“Does Dianna really know about the men I see at Bayly Point?” She
whispered with a worried look.

“She knows you can’t exactly be a wall flower over there. You’re
a very attractive woman. (It’s obvious where Dianna gets her
looks from.) I would imagine you have men who would like to date
you.” I explained.

“Dianna mustn’t see me with other men. She loved her father.” She
whispered.

“I doubt she would care, she’s told me she thinks you date.
You’re allowed, you’re a widow and past the grieving stage.” I
said in a low voice.
“I would just feel funny.” She said ending our private little
tête-à-tête and walking away.

Watching her walk away, in her tight fitting jeans and pajama
top, she still had quite a shape that she obviously took care of,
and thinking back to her comment about her daughter (“she must be
a hell of a fuck”) I wondered if that apple hadn’t fallen far
from that tree as well.

I got up and went to sit beside Missy for a moment before I went
to work. She was enthralled with Sesame Street and I saw some of
the same pieces that ran when I was her age. She was amazed that
I knew them as she snuggled up beside me. Then as one show ended
and the next one began she stood up on the sofa and kissed me
right on the cheek and then with a little pouty lip asked, “Can I
go with you to pick up Mommy tonight? She would be happy to see
BOTH of us when she gets off the plane.”

At first I was going to say no, out of convenience, but then
thought again and called Gramma.

“Gramma, do you think you could have Missy ready to leave with me
at 5:15 to go to the airport with me? Then you could go right
home.” I asked.

She thought for a minute and hesitated, saying “How about I meet
you at your store right at 5, and then I can go grocery shopping
alone and be home earlier? Missy is always a handful at the
market.”

“That would be great, come right in the front door and she can
walk out the back with me to my car and we’ll leave.” I said as
Missy was jumping up and down, excited to do something with me,
especially picking up her mother.

It was a typical slow Tuesday, using the time to get a lot of
inventory things done before my day off. Doreen could get all the
ordering done for me from my weekly sheets. John was going to
work one of his first “night shifts” to learn closing procedures
from Doreen. So he and Clarissa would be working together from 3
till 6 before Clarissa went home and I wanted to see how they
were getting on, if Clarissa had created a problem with her
indiscretion.

When John came in Clarissa seemed to pay him no mind, but after
he went into the back to punch in and get his smock she found a
reason to go to the back herself. I peeked over the top of the
double doors and saw her walk right up to him, give his butt a
squeeze and he turned and kissed her, but they quickly parted.
They made sure their relationship did not spill over into work,
very smart on their part. For the rest of the couple hours I was
there with them they showed no obvious affections and one would
never know they had a relationship. I was happy they were that
smart. In John’s situation I would have figured that as soon as
they had sex he would have been in serious puppy love, but he
seemed to be OK.

At 4:55 I saw Gramma and Missy come up the aisle toward the
Pharmacy counter. Missy had a big smile on her face and waved to
me.

“Hello ladies,” I said greeting them. If you sit in the waiting
area I’ll be right out.”

Doreen had just gotten there and as soon as she came up the
platform steps I went to sign out and get a few things from my
locker. I heard Doreens heels click down the platform getting the
lay of the counter, scripts not done, scripts waiting for a
Doctors call etc. I was just stepping off the platform about to
push the double doors open when I heard Doreen say, “Hello Mrs.
Kinder, are you waiting for a prescription?”

“Wow!” I thought to myself, “Vera has scripts here? That could be
interesting.”

Although that information is confidential, I was certainly privy
to it and now she knew that I knew or could know some of her
little secrets. No matter the situation, I wouldn’t share
information with Dianna, but Vera might have to find out that I
knew, that is, IF there was anything interesting.

I came to get Missy and she kissed Gramma goodbye as she thanked
me for making her evening a little easier. Missy took my hand and
we went out the back door to my reserved spot behind the building
and were off. Missy was impressed that the deliveries and
“executive” parking area was secure and manned by a guard.
Unfortunately for those who worked nights, the guard was off at 6
and store policy had them parking in front under a light.

Missy talked incessantly about her excitement of meeting Mommy at
the airport. It was going to be a surprise for Dianna whom I’m
sure would enjoy it, despite not being able to vocalize her horny
thoughts on the way home. I couldn’t help but thinking of how
proud Missy was to have my hand to hold walking through the
airport and to the waiting area. It was like she was showing me
off to everyone, as if she had a daddy that loved her. That, of
course is an unfair assumption, I’m sure Paul loves Missy, but he
is just so self-centered he can’t find time for her. If I stay in
the picture, he is sure to “lose” her, I’m sure. If Dianna and I
get married I might like to adopt Missy and an offer of forgiving
his child support debt could coax him to relinquish his parental
rights. IF he worked in New York State (if he worked) she could
garnish his wages, but as of now all she ever got were any
Federal tax returns he had coming. Also, in the unlikely event he
ever won an interstate lottery prize, (Powerball) New York could
claim that for Dianna. (Wouldn’t THAT be sweet?)

Her plane was on time and when she came out of the passenger area
into the waiting lounge Missy broke from me and ran to her arms.
It was beautiful to see the connection of mother and daughter and
when she saw me, she actually started crying. We had a big hug,
the 3 of us, and it was beautiful.

We stopped at a grocery store and got steaks (Di was sick of
eating “out”) and salad and went home to prepare dinner and spend
a night together. When Missy finally went back to her room to
play Dianna and I had a proper welcome home hug, kiss and
squeeze. We both missed each other a lot, especially after having
to put up with her mother’s comments. I asked Dianna to leave it
all alone, that Vera and I may finally see each other eye to eye
now.

It was a great evening of food, play and togetherness and by 9
o’clock Missy was tired and volunteered for bed. Once she was
down and Dianna picked up the kitchen (I cooked) she sat on the
sofa next to me and cuddled up.

“I really missed you all day Monday, every time I moved I could
feel my sore little butthole. You really gave it a good screwing.
No side effects today, but we have to cool it back there a while.
You can say I told you so if you want, but I’d do it all over
again.” She said coolly, knowing I worry about the after effects.

I didn’t respond, but she already knew how I felt about doing
that so often.

“Do we have definite plans for tomorrow?” She wondered.

“No, there are lots of children’s things to do. Has she been to
the zoo? Would she enjoy swimming at the lake, or just going to
the public pool? A museum, I don’t know, what do you think?”

Since we have a pool and she isn’t much interested in that unless
her little friends are here, I think the zoo or maybe even the
Children’s Museum, they usually have activities planned. Let’s
let her decide.” She said sort of staring off blankly and then
seeming to nod off.

“Come on, Di. Let’s go to bed. You seem to be exhausted.” I said
moving to get up.

“It’s so early though, . . . but  I am falling asleep.” She said
as she stood and put her arm around me as I walked toward the
bedroom.

 She brought her other hand up and rubbed my chest hair that
billowed from my v-neck tee, saying “Make love to me?”

I just chuckled as if I could say no to my beautiful sexy
redhead.

She went and got Missy’s monitor from the other bedroom where her
mother had slept and plugged it in over the bed. She picked a
long sheer gown from her closet and dimmed the lights going into
the bathroom saying, “I’ll just be a minute or two.”

I heard the shower run and I know she was washing New York City
and the airplane off herself. I was only a minute or two, so I
know she hadn’t washed her hair which could wait till morning.

She came out smelling like fruit and flowers as she very
businesslike set the monitor, turned off the alarm and then
turned to me, I was laying crossways on the bed up on my elbows
watching her. She pulled her gown up over her knees and straddled
me at the waist and kissed me deeply. We necked like teenagers on
prom night and I could feel her grinding on my now hardened dick.
She reached down, I thought to put me in her, but she gathered
her gown all the more and shifted up to place her pussy right in
my face. My tongue found her right away and danced on her clit
before lapping all the juices in her slit. She growled and ground
on my face to my sheer delight.

Again she seemed to get up and I thought I was going to her
sheath on me, but she got to her feet and squat down over my face
and I had more pussy and juices to eat up. I had no problem with
pleasing her but my cock was going to burst soon. She came 2
consecutive times on my tongue and made muffled sounds instead of
her usual screams of pleasure so as to keep from disturbing
Missy. I loved making her happy and finally she stood and shifted
her feet so she was facing my cock and balls and I figured 69 was
about to start when she leaned back like a reverse cowgirl and
that pulled her pussy from my reach, but got her asshole right on
my mouth. She was rife with the juices I had missed all pooled
around her ass and in her crack. I gave her ass a good reaming
until finally she could no longer hold that position and she sat
up and then fell forward, her head on the bed just beside my
legs, near my junk.

I swooned when she finally put her hand around my cock and began
to stroke me. With my eyes adjusted now to the low light from the
bathroom I saw how she was looking at my cock and I knew she was
seconds away from devouring it. To further encourage her I shoved
my thumb (it was the best angled) up her pretty snatch. She
caught her breath at my intrusion and sat up just enough to get
her mouth over me. It felt SOOOOO good to get the relief I’d been
waiting for, something warm and wet over me.

She stroked my length and sucked at the head and proved to be
quite a pleaser and she shifted a bit and that moved her body so
that with my thumb pumping at her pussy my index finger now
brushed her asshole, so I pushed it in. Suddenly she was all the
way down on my cock and I was rapid firing my index finger and
thumb in and out of her.

She quivered with excitement and sensed I was close. Her mouth
came off me as her hand did double duty stroking me and locking
her eyes on mine, knowing I was about to unload, a big smile of
pride on her face.

Suddenly I lurched and a long watery shot went up and showered us
both followed by a big blob up onto my stomach before her mouth
went around the head and sucked the rest of my load out of me as
my fingers slowly fell from her. We were both quite satisfied.
She swallowed what she had caught and stroked from me until I
couldn’t stand it, still she kept her piercing adoring eyes on
mine.

Her only words during the whole scenario came then, “I love
making love to you and you making love to me.” Here I thought we
were going to have a long sweaty belly to belly fuck and instead
it was a long oral and stroke session, but in the end it was
making love and showing devotion to each other. My Dianna was a
sexual Disneyland and I’d only seen but a few of the rides and
attractions. I’ve never loved or respected any woman more. She
truly knew ways to be sure we NEVER got bored with each other and
always found each other exciting. I thought I was the sexually
experienced one, but while not as experienced, her imagination
was hyper sexual. I wondered if we would ever make love the same
way twice and I was sure we would never fall in a rut like I had
with other women I had lived with. I truly loved her and this was
the real thing. They say you know when it hits you. I was hit.

Epilogue

In the next weeks and months Dianna fell deeper and deeper in
love. She was such a sexual tiger that I was never bored or
wishing for more. All of the stories you hear of your sexual
interest waning in the first year or so were going to be
disproven. We had some sort of sexual relation each day, as long
as she was home, in town. Once the bedroom door closed at night
it was our time to show each other how much we loved each other.

Little Missy grew on me much like her mother did. Such a smart
little girl, perceptive, yet inquisitive, I loved doing things
with her just to watch her soak in things. When her father called
for her to come and visit she seemed excited at first and then
told her mother she really didn’t want to go. She would gladly go
to Disney World with her Grandmothers, but the hassle of seeing
her father, and him not really taking any interest in her had
worn her down once I was in the picture.

His situation with child support was so poor the Dianna never HAD
to send Missy to see him, and now, she certainly wasn’t going to
force her. Dianna’s lawyers had been in contact with Paul’s legal
office and the proposal to give up his parental right for
forgiveness of his support tab was on the table. Even in that
case, the courts would eventually decide, since non-payment is
technically “contempt of court” and he would have to come back to
New York. If he did that and still owed support, they could swear
out a warrant as soon as he crossed state line, so much would
have to be worked out beforehand.

After living together for 6 months I proposed and we thought
Missy was going to explode when we told her, we did it on her 6th
birthday. She started calling me Daddy, little by little, as time
went on, more and more. Dianna reminded her that I would be her
step-Daddy, but she rebelled to that, at one point saying that “a
real Daddy would be with me, and Dean is with me.”

They say the best part of falling in love is the falling in love.
But being in love has been as much fun and more enjoyable than
falling in love. Dianna and Missy make each day special and I
look forward to getting home each night and waking up every
morning.

Dianna was definitely the best prescription for this Pharmacist
and hopefully we live happily ever after.
Thanks for reading.