You Bet Your Wife
                    (MF, cheat, rom, slow)

                  Original story by Hungry Guy
                      Reworked by SHATTIMS

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A shy young man tricks a couple into letting the wife spend a weekend
with him, then slowly and romantically seduces her.

This was first posted in Jan 2007 on ASSTR by "Hungry Guy", but he has
told me it was really one of his earliest stories. He made a few
updates, including a change of location, before posting it. He has
given me permission to publish my version of it.

The story as posted was set in New York City and New Jersey, but was
filled with British terms that would never have been used by anyone
living and working in the United States.

I Americanized the terms and the Gaelic names of the people, then
started reworking the content. I kept the New Jersey section with few
changes except for one rearrangement leading to a new scene at the end
of it. But I provided a different version of the "bet" part of the
story, and I rewrote most of the ending, making it somewhat longer.

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It took Carl a long time to save up for it, and put him in debt for
the next six years, but he finally did it. He finally bought a brand
new Jaguar XJ8 -- a car that was worth what he made in a year as a
junior computer programmer for MegaTelco in New York City. At least,
being single, he had no other major expenses.

He arrived home from work Friday night to his flat overlooking the
Hudson river, and pulled a TV dinner out of the freezer. While it was
cooking, he dialed Frank and Susie. He had met them at work, and
though they were married and he was single the three of them got along
well together. Usually they just hung out at his place or their place
and watched rented movies, or played poker for small change.

"Hey, Frank, you'll never guess what I have."
...
"No, a lot better than that. You know that car I was drooling over?"
...
"Yeah, can you believe it? I got it -- my own Jag!"
...
"Are you kidding? I'd love to show it off! How about if I come over
after dinner and take you and Susie for a spin?"
...
"Sure, Eight'll be fine. See you then."

Carl arrived at Frank and Susie's place, a little row house up in the
Bronx, and parked in their driveway. Susie and Frank came out of the
house before he even got out of the car, so he just rolled down the
window and grinned at them.

"Oooh, it's beautiful," Susie said.

"Sure, and I got it loaded too! You wouldn't believe what comes
standard on it, but I also got the navigation system with DVD maps,
Sirius radio, and a 320 watt sound system. I can even control the
navigation and AC just by talking to it!"

"You're gonna get the babes now, old man," said Frank, jacking his
eyebrows up and down as he grinned in Carl's face.

Actually, Carl had never had any luck picking up women and, as both
his friends knew, was still a virgin at 25. Carl wasn't bad looking,
he was tall and slim, and women had actually come on to him on
occasion back in college, but he was such a klutz that he always
spoiled his opportunities. Susie had even tried to set Carl up with a
couple of her girlfriends, but nothing ever came of it. But now he had
his dream car, and it was already giving him new confidence in
himself. He was secretly hoping he could start to make up for some of
those missed opportunities.

Carl asked, "Well, you guys wanna go for a ride in my car?"

"You bet," said Frank. "C'mon, Susie, let's go!" He already had his
hand on the back door handle as he spoke.

"Well, OK, just a short ride," she replied, as she walked around to
the passenger side and slid into the back seat there.

"Oh, wow! This is so plush," she gasped as she settled into the seat.

Carl just beamed as he backed out into the street.

A few blocks away, after turning onto a main street, he looked into
the mirror and asked, "Where to? Maybe head downtown and have a few
drinks to celebrate?"

Susie shook her head. "Slow down guys, why don't we just go back home,
I don't feel like getting wasted tonight. And I'm sure Carl doesn't
want to get high and wrap his brand new car around a light pole!"

Carl nodded, "Sure, Susie, maybe I shouldn't have come over tonight.
You're probably tired from the week's work, and just wanting to relax
with Frank."

"I didn't mean to say you have to go, it's still early. I'm just not
in the mood to go bar hopping, that's all," Susie explained.

"You know, I don't think Susie even likes your car," kidded Frank.

Carl could tell that Frank wasn't really putting the car down. In fact
he'd been leaning up against Carl's shoulder from the moment he got
into it, inspecting all the instruments, rubbing his hands over the
leather, admiring the perfect fit of everything, and nearly drooling.

"Oh, I like it," Susie said quietly. "I like it too much. It's making
me jealous."

"Oh, oh," Carl joked, "we can't have that. The next thing you know,
she's going to want to go home with me. And you've not begun to see
jealous until you see how Frank would react to that."

They all laughed.

"Okay, no bar hopping, so what say we play a bit of poker when we get
home?" asked Frank.

"Fine with me," said Susie.

"Sure, I'm game," added Carl.

"But let's up the stakes this once," urged Frank.

"Oops, I smell a rat," Carl put in. "Susie, is he going to play me for
a sucker and try to win my Jag?"

Frank laughed, "Not that I wouldn't like to, but let's say that's well
beyond what I meant by upping the stakes."

"OK, how about this. If you win, Frank, you get to drive my Jag for a
few days."

"Oh, man, Carl, don't say things like that unless you mean them. I'd
give anything to drive this beauty for a few days."

"I do mean it, Frank, but of course you have to put up something
equally valuable in case I win."

"Yeah, there's the rub. I don't have anything this valuable."

"I disagree, Frank, you do too. And I thought you said you'd give
anything to be able to drive the Jag."

"Uh, that was a figure of speech, but, Carl, I still don't know what I
have that is so valuable, other than our house, and that's out of the
question."

By now they were back at that house, and Susie announced, "While you
guys figure out your silly bet, I'm going to go inside."

After she was out of earshot, Carl said, calmly, "What I'm thinking is
this. If you win, I loan you my car for a week. If I win, you loan me
your wife for a week."

"That's crazy!" Frank sputtered. "A wife's not just like a car that
you can loan to your friends! You don't loan wives. EVER! Besides,
there is no way that Susie would agree to something like that."

"Don't be so sure. Let me ask you something, Frank. How long have you
been married?"

Five years. So what?"

"So, in those five years, have you ever thought about, you know, being
with some other woman? Tell me the truth, now."

"Sure, what man hasn't? But that doesn't mean I've gone out and done
something about it. I haven't had sex with anyone else since we were
married, and I'm damn sure Susie hasn't either."

"Did I say anything about having sex? I was thinking of someone to
cook and take care of my place. Of course she would be spending the
nights there, and I do only have one bedroom, but naturally I wouldn't
make her do anything she didn't want to. You do trust Susie, don't
you?"

"Well, yes, but God, man, that's too much! Besides, it'll never happen
because she wouldn't stand for it."

"So, that's what I was trying to get at a minute ago. You say you've
thought about being with other women. Maybe she's thought about being
with other men."

Frank started to speak but Carl put up his hand to stop him. "Look.
The three of us are friends. If, by some chance, she WAS wondering
what it would feel like to spend time with another man, this would be
the perfect opportunity. Someone she knows and feels comfortable with;
someone she trusts; someone that you can trust her with. So don't be
so sure she wouldn't stand for it. Why don't you ask her?"

"No way! I couldn't do that. She'd think I was suspecting her of
having an affair. Or worse, she might think that I was trying to tell
her that I was, or was about to.

"But wait a minute," he added, suddenly suspicious. "What do you know
that I don't? Are you two already having an affair?"

Carl laughed. "No, Frank, we aren't, I assure you. I'm still a virgin.
And Susie and I haven't talked about anything like this. In fact, I
don't think we have ever talked about anything when you weren't there.

"But I see your point. It would be hard for you to bring the subject
up without her being suspicious. So, how about this. I loan you my car
right now - no bet needed - and you take it to the store to get
something. Maybe you can think of something you need. I'll go in and
see if I can find a way to broach the subject. If she flat out
refuses, I won't say anything further about the bet. But if she's
willing to consider the idea, I'll bring the bet up again while we're
playing cards. Deal?"

"That's quite a bribe," Frank grinned, "letting me take your Jag.
Yeah, deal."

Carl handed over the keys, then went to the door and knocked. Susie
answered, quite puzzled. "What happened to Frank?"

"Well, we couldn't come to an agreement on a bet, but I let him drive
my car to the store. He said he had something he needed to pick up."

"Oh, Carl, that was so sweet! I could tell he was dying to drive it."

"Actually," he said with a crooked smile, "I wasn't totally being
nice. I'm kinda cooking up a joke to play on him, and I need your
help. So I figured that was a good way to get rid of him for a few
minutes."

"Well, come on in and sit down. I can't wait to hear what you're
cooking up."

"Well, OK, but I warn you, you're going to be sort of shocked when I
tell you. I think before you went in earlier, I was saying that my bet
could be that I would loan him my car for a week, and he was saying he
didn't have anything that valuable to put up."

She nodded, "Yes, except for our house, and thank goodness he wasn't
willing to put that up!"

"Well, after you left, I told him that he did have something more
valuable than my car." Carl looked Susie straight in the eyes as he
added, "I told him he had you."

"Oh, my, that was nice, ... but ... I hope, ... I mean, ... surely you
weren't suggesting ..."

Her face was beet red and she couldn't finish the sentence.

Carl kept his eyes locked to hers. "Ah, but I did mean. Or at least I
tried to make him think that's what I meant. That's the joke I want to
play on him. I want him to think that he is offering to loan you to
me, for me to keep for a few days and do anything ... anything I want
to do with you."

Then he broke the eye contact and gave her a boyish grin. "Of course
you know, and I know, that we're just friends. Can you even imagine
actually cheating on him with me? Me, a virgin?"

They both giggled a bit nervously.

"What I actually proposed was that if he won the bet I would loan my
car to him for a week, and that if I won the bet he would loan you to
me for a week."

"Carl! I am shocked, but I guess he must have said no, because you
told me you couldn't agree on a bet."

"Oh, yes, he said no, all right, but wait 'til you hear his main
reason. He said there was no way it would happen, because there was no
way you would agree to it."

"Well, he was certainly right on that," she nodded. "I mean," with a
sly smile, "he was right, would have been right, if you and I hadn't
talked about it. But a week? No way!"

"Yeah, I know. That was just an opening gambit. If we should discuss
it again, I would expect him to come back with the business that you
are much more valuable than a car - which of course you are - and I
plan to let him talk me down to just a weekend. I thought of letting
him talk me down to just a day, or just a night, but if I win I want
to have you cook for me. You would agree to do that, wouldn't you? And
just a day is no good, because he wouldn't have enough of a reason to
think -- you know.

"So, what do you think, Susie? Are you game for my little joke?"

Carl could almost see the gears going in her head, until she finally
came to a decision. "You know what, Frank has been something of a
prick recently, excuse my French, and I think he deserves it. I'm in,
and I hope you win."

Carl realized he had cut it a little close, because it was only
moments later that they saw the Jag's lights slash across the living
room window as Frank turned into the driveway.

It wasn't long before the three of them were playing penny-ante poker.
Carl saw some questioning looks from Frank, but he ignored them, and
before long Frank relaxed, obviously convinced that the bet was off.
They had been playing nearly an hour when suddenly both Frank and Carl
started betting wildly. Susie dropped out quickly, saying she had
nothing.

Carl looked at Frank and drawled, "So, it appears you think you have a
pretty good hand. Care to increase the bet a bit?"

"Sounds good to me, if you've got the money," Frank shot back. "How
about a dollar a point."

"Sure, I'd do that, but I just cleaned out my wallet for the down
payment on that Jag. Speaking of which, how about that bet we were
discussing earlier?"

Frank turned white as a sheet, and his eyes darted between Carl and
Susie. "I thought we said that was out of the question," he squeaked.

"And I thought," Carl said with emphasis, "we had some disagreement as
to how Susie would feel about it."

Frank turned pleading eyes to Susie. "Do you know what we're talking
about, hon? Did Carl tell you?"

"Yes, Frank, he said if you won he would loan you his car. And if he
won, you would loan him," she bit her lip, then cast her eyes to the
floor and whispered, "me."

"I told him you would never agree to anything like that."

"Well, I don't know. Why don't you let me look at your hand."

Frank stared at her in disbelief, but then showed her his hand.

Her eyes widened, and she said, "Frank, I know you really, really,
want to drive Carl's car. With that hand, I think you should go for
it."

"Are you sure, Susie? Did he tell you that he wanted you to stay with
him at night ... and everything?"

"Yes, Frank, he told me. Don't you trust me? Besides, how can you lose
with that hand?"

Frank sighed heavily. "I guess you're right. But it scares me."

He stared at his hand moodily for a while, then looked up at Carl.
"OK, Carl, but out in the car you said a week for a week. That's no
good. You know damn well she's worth a lot more than a car, even a
Jag. How about if I loan her to you just for the day. She can go over
there tomorrow morning, and come back tomorrow evening."

Carl shook his head. "That's not good enough, and you know it."

"Well then, just for," he nearly choked on the words, "one night."

"Still no good. If you're going to loan me a wife I want one that
cooks my meals and cleans my house."

"Cleans your house?" Susie burst in. "You didn't tell me about that
part."

"Don't worry," Carl winked at her, "very light housekeeping only.
Actually, for a bachelor I keep a very clean apartment. OK, Frank,
final offer. You loan me Susie just for the weekend."

Frank glared at him. "Only if your bet is for two weeks with the Jag."

"Done. Now, shall we look at those cards?"

"Let's do it together, one at a time," Frank suggested.

* Frank put down a queen of spades. Carl put down a two of hearts.
* Frank put down a jack of spades. Carl put down a three of hearts.
* Frank put down a jack of clubs. Carl put down a four of hearts.
* Frank put down a jack of hearts. Carl put down a five of hearts.
* Frank put down a jack of diamonds. Carl put down a six of hearts.

Frank stared at the cards in disbelief. Carl had beaten his four of a
kind with a straight flush.

Finally he looked up in defeat. "So, when do you want this loan to
be?"

"I was thinking starting right now."

Susie got up from the table, mumbling, "I'll be back in a minute."

The two guys just sat there in an awkward silence, not knowing what to
say. Finally Frank croaked, "This is a joke, right? You aren't going
to really do this, are you?"

"Sorry, Frank, a bet's a bet. If you had won I really would have
loaned you my car. Since I won, you really are loaning me your wife."

"But I love her! I can't believe we're doing this."

"It's only for the weekend. You'll have her back on Monday."

"Sunday night, you mean."

"No, Frank, Sunday night is still the weekend. I'll bring her back
here early Monday morning."

Susie walked into the living room carrying a small bag. Frank rushed
up to her, and kissed her passionately. "I love you Susie, please
don't do this."

She spoke coldly, "It's too late, Frank, a bet's a bet, and we have to
honor it."

Carl took Susie's bag. "Shall we go, Susie?"

"Sure ..."

Susie followed Carl out to his car, leaving Frank standing in the
doorway with his mouth hanging open. They both kept a straight face
until they turned the corner at the end of the block, then broke out
roaring with laughter.

When they arrived back at Carl's flat, he brought Susie's bag into the
living room, and set it on the coffee table.

"I guess you can sleep on the sofa, Susie. I have a spare pillow and
some extra blankets. I'll get them." Carl disappeared into his bedroom
for a moment, and returned with an armload of blankets and a pillow.
"I hope you'll be comfortable. Anyway, I'm beat, so I'm going to take
a bath and go right to bed. G'night!"

"You mean you don't want me to -- uh -- you know?"

"Don't worry Susie, I don't expect you to do anything with me. But!
You have to promise me that you'll tell Frank that we did sleep
together and that we screwed our brains out the whole time!"

Susie giggled, "Okay, I'll tell him that. It'll serve him right to
think that we did it all weekend long!"

"Anyway," [yawn,] "G'night Susie. Is there anything else you'll need?"

"No thanks. This is fine. 'Night, Carl."

                                 ~~~~

When Carl woke the next morning and headed for the toilet, Susie was
already there and the water was running in the tub. He knocked on the
door.

"Susie, can you hear me?"

The water stopped. "Yeah, I hear you. Is it OK if I take a bath?"

"Sure, of course, but, uh, are you already in the tub?"

"No, I was just about to get in."

"Well, uh, I hate to interrupt you, but, uh, I kinda need to go."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I should have thought. Just give me a minute and I'll
be out."

She was as good as her word. A minute later she opened the door, still
buttoning her blouse. He looked at her chest and grinned. She saw he
was wearing pajamas, and blushed, but they didn't say anything.
Neither of them was about to admit that he knew she knew he had a
partial erection, or that she knew he knew that she wasn't wearing a
bra.

No panties, either, he realized, as he saw her undies draped over the
toilet tank. Due to stiffness he had an unusually difficult time
peeing, but he finally managed. He would have loved to jack off, but
was afraid that would be obvious.

He washed his hands quickly, and looked at his morning beard, but
decided that would have to wait. He opened the door, and they avoided
each others' eyes as they exchanged places.

"I'll make it fast," she muttered.

She emerged half an hour later with her hair wrapped in a towel.

"'Morning Susie! We didn't exactly, uh, greet each other properly
before."

"'Morning, Carl. Uh, by properly, do you mean, uh, like ..."

He smiled. "No, Susie. By properly I meant in a proper fashion, not an
improper fashion. You have to trust me. Now if you don't mind, I need
to shave."

"Carl, you must be one of the last true gentlemen on earth." She shook
her head, then looked at him and added earnestly, "I can't thank you
enough for the way you're treating me. I'll start breakfast while
you're shaving."

"Okay, thanks."

When Carl finished in the bathroom he saw Susie working in the
kitchen, but went into the bedroom and got dressed in a pair of jeans
and a blue tee shirt.

When he entered the kitchen, Susie was there with her hair combed in
its usual way and wearing jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt, making
pancakes.

"I found some pancake mix in the cupboard," she said.

Susie poured coffee and orange juice, and served the pancakes.

They ate together in an awkward silence. As they were finishing, Carl
broke the silence, "Okay, Susie, I've got a trip planned for us
today."

"Oh? Where?"

"You'll see. Go get your bag ready again."

Susie looked at Carl quizzically for a moment, while he just grinned
back at her and went to the bedroom. She put their dishes in the
dishwasher, then picked up her bag by the sofa, which already had all
her things in it. Carl came out of the bedroom with a bag of his own.
He went over to her, took her bag, and led her out to his car.

Carl's bright white Jaguar had left New York and had been heading west
into New Jersey on US-22. About an hour into the drive, he entered New
Jersey's notorious Somerville Circle and exited southbound onto
US-206.

Susie asked again, "Where are we going Carl? Please tell me!"

"Just up ahead," he said with a grin.

Nearly an hour later, he turned right onto a winding secondary road,
which snaked up into the hills. A mile or so from the exit, he slowed
and turned into a wide driveway through a heart shaped wooden archway
that read, "Lover's Hideout."

"I have always planned to take a girlfriend to this place, if I could
ever get a girlfriend."

"Carl, this isn't a nudist camp, is it?" asked Susie.

"Oh no! Nothing like that! It's a nice place. A bed-and-breakfast
surrounded by a garden, forest paths, and ponds. At least that's what
they say. The thing is, you aren't allowed to explore the place unless
you're registered with your lover. Of course we're not really lovers,
but they won't know that. You are my chance to find out what the place
is really like."

They drove up the winding wooded driveway for about a quarter mile
until they came to a clearing. There was a small parking lot big
enough for, at most, twenty cars. Only five other cars were there.

They could see a building just up a brick path that led from the
parking lot. Carl got their bags out of the trunk and led her up the
path. The building, they saw, was a large two story stone cottage with
lots of storybook gingerbread ornamentation.

"Cute," remarked Susie, as they entered.

Once inside, they were in a cozy little lobby area with oriental throw
rugs scattered here and there, and antiques used as lobby furniture.
Carl led Susie up to the registration counter, and the woman standing
there greeted them in a Slavic accent.

"Welcome to Lovers' Hideout," she said with a genuinely warm smile.
"I'm Ingrid. How can I help the two of you?"

"I'm Carl, and this is Susie. We'd like a room, please."

"Certainly," answered Ingrid. "It'll be $250 per night, which includes
the room, all meals, and recreational facilities and entertainment."

Susie pulled Carl away from the counter. "Carl," she whispered,
"please don't spend that much money on me! I'm not really your girl,
you know!"

"Susie," Carl whispered back, "I'm not spending it on you! Honestly,
I'm spending it on me. I want to have a romantic night. I've played
this weekend through in my head so many times already. I just didn't
expect it to happen quite this way."

Carl returned to the counter and said, "One night, please."

He handed Ingrid his VISA card, and a bit later she handed Carl a room
key.

"You're in room seven. Just up those stairs. Checkout time is anytime
you want. Enjoy your stay!"

"Thank you," answered Carl. Susie merely nodded.

Carl grabbed their bags, and they walked out of the lobby into a small
anteroom and up a narrow stone stairway. At the top of the stairway a
wooden 'cupid' pointed to rooms 1 to 5 to the left, and another to
rooms 6 to 20 to the right. They turned right and went past room 6,
then found themselves at the one with the number 7 emblazoned on a
wooden heart on the door.

Carl set the bags down, unlocked the door with the key, and opened it.
Susie started to walk in, but Carl said, "Wait! Maybe you're not my
wife, but the way things are going, I'm never going to have one of my
own. I really want to do this."

And before Susie could speak, Carl picked her up and carried her
through the doorway. Once in the room he carried her to the bed and
sat down, seating her on his lap.

Susie put her hand on his shoulder. "You really are a romantic guy,
Carl. It's a shame you aren't doing this with your own girlfriend."

"Honestly Susie, I'd rather be here with a friend than not be doing it
at all!"

Susie smiled and started to get off Carl's lap.

"Wait! Kiss me, Susie."

"What? Carl! I ..."

"Susie, I just want a kiss."

"Uhm. Shouldn't we get our bags out of the hallway, Carl?"

"Oh, right ..."

Susie got off Carl's lap and he brought their bags into the room. He
looked around for the first time; it was a quaint little room. The
most noticeable feature was the four poster king size bed covered with
a seemingly handmade quilt. On one table was a marble stylized
sculpture of a man and woman embracing, but not otherwise erotic. On
one of the night-stands was a small bowl of green M&Ms. Noticeably
absent was a TV or phone.

Susie was also looking around. "How sweet! A bouquet of fresh
flowers." They were standing in a vase on a table by the window.

Susie walked over to the flowers to smell them, then opened a door
next to the window that led out to a secluded balcony. It was enclosed
on three sides, and also protected by an arch on the outer wall. A
grove of trees stood just beyond the wrought iron balcony railing,
allowing a view onto the grounds, but obscuring the view of the
balcony from below. Carl followed her out onto the balcony.

"This is lovely, Carl! How did you ever find a place like this?"

"I've always been on the lookout for places like this to take a
girlfriend. This place was listed in a book of local weekend trips. So
anyway, here we are. Now, kiss me Susie!"

"But Carl, what if someone sees us? We can go inside -- to kiss ..."

"Susie, I'm sure that anyone spying on these balconies has seen a lot
worse than kissing!"

"But what if someone recognizes me? Maybe we should have stayed at
your place."

"Don't worry, not a whole lot of people know about this place. The
owners like to keep it that way too. That's why I brought you here.

"Now, are you going to honor Frank's bet and kiss me, or not?"

She approached him and stood stiffly with her arms to her side. He
embraced her and gave her a quick, but passionate, kiss.

Susie pulled away after about a second.

Still holding her, Carl said, "Come on, Susie, let's take a walk
around."

Carl took Susie's hand as they left the room. Back down in the
anteroom they saw that besides the doorway to the lobby there was one
into a dimly lit dining room, another to a tiny lounge, and yet
another into a small game room. Finally, there was a short hallway
that led out to the back of the building, and that is where Carl led
Susie.

They exited into a thin grove of trees, where a number of brick paths
led off in different directions. A large heart shaped sign hanging on
a tree there read:

                   The way       leading back
                to the Inn will always be marked
             wherever you are. But the trails leading
             away from the Inn are deliberately left
                 unmapped because we want every
                    journey through our woods
                        to be a romantic
                            surprise.

"Well, let's go this way," said Carl.

They walked up a path and around a hill and came into a hanging
garden. For a hot summer day, it felt quite cool standing here among
the shady trees. Here, paths branched in all different directions and
they ambled down one at random.

"Ohhh, these flowers are so pretty! This is just beautiful, Carl!"

"Yes, I didn't know they had a hanging garden here! This is nice!"

They continued walking through the garden, hand in hand. They
eventually passed through an archway in a stone wall, which led out
into a heavily wooded area. The brick path split in two and they
continued down one of the branches.

Another couple approached from the other direction, and as they came
near, Susie jerked her hand out of Carl's. Carl said nothing, and the
couples nodded to each other as they passed.

When the other couple was out of sight, Carl said, "Susie, why did you
pull your hand away? Until this weekend is over, you are my main
squeeze!"

"I'm sorry Carl, I just got nervous."

"Well, okay. But listen. I want some PDA!"

"PDA?"

He laughed, "That means 'Public Display of Affection.' The very next
time we are about to pass another couple on the path. I want you to
stop, put your arms around me, and plant a long wet one on the
kisser!"

"Carl -- I ..."

Smiling, Carl urged, "No 'Carl, I.' That's what you're going to do
when we hear another couple coming down the path!"

"I'll try."

Carl took her hand again and they continued walking along the path,
but they passed no other couples. They soon came to a hilly spring
meadow. They walked on and noticed another couple having a picnic
under a tree off in the distance.

"Let's not disturb them," said Susie, and they turned another way.

They walked over to another tree, which was by the bank of a babbling
brook. Carl sat down on a rock and pulled Susie onto his lap, then
gave her a longer passionate kiss. To his surprise, she didn't try to
pull away.

As they kissed, Carl began massaging Susie's back with his hands. She
didn't seem to mind, and they sat there necking for nearly a minute.

Susie finally pulled away, saying, "Phew! I think that's enough of
that. I'm starting to get a little hungry, aren't you?"

"Only for you Susie! But sure, let's go."

Susie got off Carl's lap and they walked back to the path that led
into the meadow. They found the path and started walking along it back
the way they came. Just as the sign said, they found the signs leading
back to the Inn and returned with no problem.

They arrived about noon and entered the dining room, which had just
opened for lunch. The host escorted them to a tiny table, which, like
all the other tables, had a small vase containing a single pink rose.
Naturally there were only two chairs at each table.

A moment later, the steward appeared and poured two glasses of red
wine. Susie took the lead this time, picking up her glass and clinking
it to Carl's.

"To friendship."

"To friendship, Susie."

"Carl?"

"Yes Susie?"

"Uh -- oh, nothing -- I mean, this is such a wonderful place, I wonder
why more people don't know about it?"

"Well, it wouldn't be so wonderful if they advertised it like a major
resort and there were huge crowds, would it?"

"No. It wouldn't."

The waiter appeared and handed them their menus. As he left the
steward returned and refilled their glasses.

"This is delicious wine, Carl."

"Yes, it's very sweet, I noticed."

"I wonder what it is?"

"I don't know, but I wonder how they make any money. There's hardly
anybody else here."

At that point, another couple was escorted in by the host. Though the
dining room was small, there was a wide distance between tables that
afforded a good degree of privacy. And he sat that other couple at the
far end of the room.

"Anyway, Susie, what do you think you'll have? It's all included with
our room, so have whatever you want."

Carl and Susie studied their menus until the waiter returned.

"Have you decided?" he asked.

Susie looked at Carl then up at the waiter. "I'll have the shrimp and
clam fettucini."

"Excellent choice, madam. And you sir?"

"I'll have the corned beef and a baked potato, please."

"Very good sir, anything else to drink?"

"Perhaps a cup of tea, Susie said. "Do you have Earl Grey?"

"Certainly," he nodded.

"Me too," added Carl.

"Very well, it will be about ten minutes." The waiter then left.

"So, Susie. I hope you're enjoying our weekend together so far."

"It's okay," Susie answered softly.

"Just okay?"

"Okay means okay."

Carl stopped pressing the issue, and they chatted about their walk
until the food arrived.

"How's the shrimp, Susie?"

"It's really good! Try one?"

"Thanks. Mmmm. It is good."

"How's your beef?"

"Excellent. Uh, want a bite?"

"No thanks, this is enough for me."

After lunch, Carl took Susie's hand again as they left the dining
room. They walked back outside and up a different brick path than
before. The woods grew gradually thicker, though the path was well
maintained and the bricks were solidly in place. They kept walking and
eventually came to a clearing.

Susie looked at Carl, "Ooooh! A wishing well!"

There in the center of the clearing where the path made a circle
around it, was a stone well -- a real one with a wooden roof and an
old fashioned iron crank and bucket. Carl took a quarter out of his
pocket and tossed it in the well. The coin clinked as it hit the side
of the well, and it was several seconds before they heard the plop
echo up the well.

Susie grinned and also took a coin from her purse and tossed it in.

"What did you wish for Susie?"

"I can't tell you! The wish won't come true, then!"

They started walking along the path again as they each reached to take
the other's hand.

The path continued winding through the woods, over a wooden bridge
that crossed a small stream, and then down a slight grade. The path
became level again and then they came to another fork.

"Which way, Carl?"

"Oh I don't know -- this way I guess."

They walked a little while longer along the brick path through the
shade of the trees. They came out in another clearing at the base of a
tall waterfall that fell into a small rocky lagoon. The edge of the
lagoon was covered by a rainbow of tropical flowers.

"Ohhhhhhh, how beautiful, Carl!"

Later they were walking along a new garden path, holding hands. Carl
was lost in his own thoughts, looking through the trees, when Susie
suddenly stopped, stepped in front of him, put her arms around his
neck, and mashed her mouth against his. Carl put his arms around her
waist and pulled her even tighter against him as they kissed. A moment
later, another couple walked past them arm in arm, and disappeared
around the bend.

Susie broke the kiss, but continued holding him. "Is that what you
wanted me to do?"

"Oh yes, Susie! But don't stop just because the other couple walked
away."

They resumed the kiss, which lasted for a long time,

They finally broke apart and continued on their way. As they walked,
Carl released Susie's hand and slipped his arm around her waist. She
then put her arm around his waist, and they walked along together
matching paces.

"You know, Carl, it's funny how different you and Frank are. Frank
won't even hold my hand in public; he says it's vulgar."

"Well, Susie, I don't think there's anything vulgar about caring for
someone."

They kissed again, then continued on their way. They meandered up one
path and down another, taking random routes at the forks until they
came to a shore of a large lake filled with geese. Another couple was
sitting on one of the benches feeding bread to the large brown birds.
They walked over and sat down at another bench, but they were
immediately surrounded by hungry geese.

"These geese are obviously used to being fed," Carl laughed.

"Probably, but we don't have anything for them."

HONK!

"Sorry, fella," Carl answered the goose.

The geese finally gave up and left them alone. Carl took this
opportunity to put his arm around Susie and snuggle closer, taking her
hand in his free hand.

Susie put her free arm around Carl and they sat like that for some
time just watching the wind blow the trees and the geese swim around
the pond.

After some time Susie snuggled up closer to Carl and rubbed her cheek
against his shoulder. He bent down and kissed her forehead. She tilted
her head up and he kissed her nose. It wasn't long until their mouths
were joined, and the kisses went on and on.

At some point the other couple left, but Carl and Susie didn't even
notice, any more than they noticed the geese swimming off together to
another part of the lake looking for more food.

Eventually, though, the setting sun caught their attention. "Oooh, I
guess we'd better head back, Susie."

"Yes, Carl, that seems like a good idea."

They pecked a few more kisses and got up and returned to the path.
Walking along, the evening gradually became darker, but then they
noticed that small lights along the edge of the path were starting to
glow dimly then brighter. They also found that those signs leading
back to the Inn were lit, so altogether they had no trouble getting
back to the Inn.

"Hmm, that's strange," remarked Susie, "I smell firewood burning. But
why would anyone be burning a fire? It's still warm out this evening!"

From the anteroom, they entered the dimly lit lounge where there were
a few other couples sitting around a fireplace open on three sides,
that was popping and crackling. Despite the heat from the fire it was
a pleasant 70 degrees in the room, due clearly to air conditioning.
There were no chairs, but instead large throw pillows scattered around
the thick plush carpeted room.

The other couples in the room were lounging arm-in-arm around the fire
laughing and talking. Walking through the room, Carl took two glasses
of wine from a shelf labeled "help yourself," and handed one to Susie.
They found some pillows for themselves and lounged together watching
the fire and sipping their wine.

"I can't get over how wonderful this place is, Carl."

"Yes, and there are still so many of those paths we haven't explored."

"I wonder what else they could possibly have."

"Well, we'll find out tomorrow!"

With that, they just sat there for an hour or so, silently watching
the fire, sipping wine, and exchanging an occasional kiss.

Carl was starting to get hungry again. "Hey Susie, want to go for
dinner?"

"Sure, let's go."

They left the lounge and once again visited the dining room. There
were many more people there this time as they entered.

"Good evening," welcomed the host, "this way please."

He seated them at a table over in an alcove. The rose, this time, was
red.

The steward arrived shortly with the wine, followed by the waiter who
handed them their menus again.

"Well, Susie, what'll you have for dinner?"

"Oh, I don't know. Let's see. That fettucini was pretty filling. I
think I'll just have the chef's salad. How about you?"

"Well, in that case, I think I'll have something light too. I guess
I'll have a club sandwich."

The waiter came back and took their order.

Their dinner passed uneventfully.

They took each other's hand as they left the dining room. It made Carl
feel very warm inside that Susie now seemed to be taking their
physical affection as a given.

They walked back to the lobby, then past it to a long hallway. There
were a number of small shops along one wall, and they entered a
florist shop tended by an older woman.

"Hi! I'm Caitlin, what can I do for two young lovers today?"

"Ah, we're just - browsing," said Susie.

"Actually," Carl spoke up, "I'll take four roses, please. One of each
color."

"Okay, here you are," as she handed him the roses. "They're one dollar
each including tax. Charge them to your room?"

"Sure, room seven," said Carl. Then, turning to Susie, "Here, Susie
these are for you."

Susie took the roses, then Carl's hand, and led him out of the shop.

"Carl ..."

She was interrupted by a kiss. Carl then took her into the next shop,
which was a chocolate shop.

"Greetings, said the man behind the counter, "I'm running a special on
green M&Ms."

"Oh, we have plenty up in our room," Susie assured him.

Carl asked, "How much for two caramels?"

"Just two caramels?" He handed them two caramels. "Here's two
caramels, on the house."

"Thank you," Carl and Susie said together.

They left, eating their caramels.

They walked past a gift shop, a shop selling sexy underwear, a shop
selling sex toys, and a shop selling sundries and toiletries. At the
end of the hall they came to another stairway, with one flight going
up and another going down.

Hearing music coming from below, Carl led Susie down the stairs to a
small room with two doorways. On the left was a cozy little pub and on
the right a small discotheque where people seated around a dance floor
were watching a few couples slow-dancing.

"Your preference," said Carl.

"This way," said Susie as she entered the pub.

They found a table, which wasn't too difficult, as the pub was nearly
empty.

It was dark and quiet inside. A few couples were sitting at other
tables.

In a moment a waitress came over to their table, "Hi, I'm Bea. What
are you having to drink?"

Carl looked over at Susie.

"Care to try something unique, Carl?"

"Sure," Carl answered.

"We'll have two sombreros," Susie told the waitress.

"Okay, they'll be right up." She walked away.

"What's a sombrero?" asked Carl.

"Oh, they're good! It's Kahluah and heavy cream. It tastes almost like
chocolate milk. You'll love it, really!"

Their drinks came shortly and Carl took a sip of his.

"You're right, it does taste like chocolate milk! It's delicious!"

"Well, don't let it sneak up on you. They're still pretty potent."

They stayed there chatting until late. Carl looked at his watch and
saw that it was about 11:30, but he was still feeling warm from their
earlier sombreros. He reached over and took Susie's hand.

"It's almost midnight, shall we go back to our room for the night?"

"Yes, sure," replied Susie.

They stood and went up the two flights of stairs and found their room.

Once he had closed the door behind them, Carl asked, "Did you enjoy
your day, Susie?"

"Yes, Carl, very much."

"Well, do you want to get washed up first, or shall I?"

"You can go first."

Carl opened his bag and took out a smaller tote bag and pajamas. He
took them into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. He finished
bathing quickly, put on his pajamas and came out.

"Okay, Susie, your turn."

As Susie went into the bathroom with some things she had taken out of
her bag, Carl stepped out onto the balcony and sat looking at the moon
in the night sky. He fell into a dreamy half-sleeping trance.

Susie startled him as she poked her head out onto the balcony some
time later. "Oh, there you are! I thought, maybe, you had taken off
and left me here."

"Susie, I wouldn't do that," he protested.

He stood, looking at her in her blue terry-cloth bathrobe. He put his
arms around her and kissed her, and then led her back inside. He led
her to the bed and slipped her bathrobe off, exposing a modest
nightgown. Then he pulled back the covers for her and held them
invitingly. After she was in and covered, he turned out the light and
slid into bed himself from the other side.

He rolled over and snuggled next to her, draping his arm around her.
He thought he heard a whimper.

"Susie?"

"I'm scared, Carl."

"Shh, all I want to do is snuggle. Okay?"

"Oh?"

"Sure. Now good night, Susie."

He gave her one last kiss before dozing off for the night.

                                 ~~~~

When Carl woke the next morning, Susie had draped an arm and a leg
over his body. She was still sleeping and Carl lay there quietly so as
not to waken her.

He was about to doze off again when he caught her eyes gazing back at
him. He smiled, with a "Good morning, Susie," then gave her a kiss.

"Good morning, Carl!" She gave his kiss back to him.

"What do you want to do today?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"Well, first let's get some breakfast. Okay?"

"Sure."

Susie got out of bed, grabbed her bag, and closed the bathroom door
behind her.

When she came out Carl followed suite, and they went down to the
dining room together for breakfast.

"Still scared of me, Susie?"

Susie didn't answer, and they finished their breakfast without another
word.

They also needed no words when they left the table, but automatically
joined hands and walked to the back of the building and the start of
the paths. A look and a gesture, a nod and a smile, were all it took
to start them on a new path. As they moved into a wooded area they
stepped closer together, and their arms went around each other. They
paused for a kiss, then walked on.

This path, too, led to a lagoon, but one that was heavily overgrown
with reeds. They could hear the sounds of waterfowl among the reeds,
but they couldn't actually see them

The path continued along the lagoon and over a stone bridge where the
lagoon emptied into a narrow brook. After leaving the brook and
walking across a grassy meadow the ground became uneven, with numerous
small mounds or hillocks. The path meandered among them, maintaining a
fairly level course, and finally arrived at another fork. They saw a
sign on one side pointing the way back to the Inn, but at the side of
the other path was something new; a larger sign that read,

                           Clothing optional
                           beyond this point

"Carl, you said ...!"

"Well, I guess I was wrong. So," he added with a sly grin, "which way,
Susie, do you want to go back?"

"No, not really, but ... oh, okay, I guess we can go see what's there;
but I'm not taking my clothes off!"

"Nor am I," he smiled back at her.

They walked down the path a little ways, and came out onto a tiny
beach surrounding another small lagoon. There on the beach was one
couple, completely nude, making love, totally oblivious to Carl and
Susie's presence. Another couple was sitting on a rock in the lagoon
with only their heads above the water, laughing together.

They walked up to the water and Carl reached down into it. "Hey, this
water's really warm!"

Susie reached into the water also. "Yeah, there must be a natural hot
spring here."

"I don't know. Hot springs are supposed to smell like sulfur. I don't
smell anything. Hmmm, the water tastes perfectly clear."

"Well, I can't believe they would be heating a pond, or this place
would have to cost a lot more than $250 a day!"

"Let's ask when we get back?"

"Sure."

Carl looked over at the couple in the water, then reached down and
dipped his hand into it again.

"Gee, I wish we could go in. It looks so inviting."

"Yes, it does," Susie agreed, looking longingly at the water, "but we
don't have anything to wear, and we both agreed ..."

Carl nodded, "There's no way we're going to undress, so I guess we
can't ... No wait! I have an idea. Let's go back to the lodge."

Susie shook her head. "Carl, you may have packed a swim suit, but I
didn't, so going back to the lodge is not going to make a difference."

"Yes it is," he insisted, his eyes sparkling. "Come on, let's go.
You'll see."

Reluctantly she took his hand, and with a last reluctant look over her
shoulder hurried to keep up with him as he started back.

They made it in record time, and he led her through the lobby to the
shops on the other side. He stopped at the place with sexy lingerie,
and started to pull her inside.

"No, Carl! We're not going in there."

"Yes we are, Susie, but we're not going to buy any of the sorts of
underwear they have on display."

"You promise?"

"I promise. Now come on."

Inside they were met by a young lady. "Hi, I'm Lulu. How can I help
you?" Turning to Susie, she asked, "Something special for you, hon?"

"Well, actually," Carl put in, "this may be a little out of your
normal line, but I was wondering if you might have some swim wear."

"Why, yes, we do," she nodded, "are you looking for something for both
of you?"

Carl said, "Yes, we are," at the same time Susie started to protest
that she wouldn't feel comfortable wearing anything they would be
likely to have for sale here.

"Don't worry, you'll be pleasantly surprised," Lulu assured her. "Sir,
see if you can find anything you like in those bins over there by the
wall while I show your lover some things for her."

Susie started to protest the term, but Carl put his finger on her
mouth and shook his head. She sighed, and followed Lulu.

While looking though the bins Carl heard some giggles from the other
side of the shop, and was tempted to spy on the two of them, but
thought better of it. Before long he had found something suitable, and
apparently she had too. Once again he agreed to charge it to their
room, and they left with a bag in his hand.

"While we're here," he said, "let me check something," and he led her
back to the dining room.

"No, Carl, it's too early to eat. I feel as if we just had breakfast."

"I agree," he said, "just trust me."

She shook her head. "I seem to be doing a lot of trusting this
weekend."

"And has it gotten you into trouble?"

"No, Carl, it hasn't. ... Quite the opposite."

They found the dining room empty, as would be expected at that hour,
but someone came to greet them in a moment. "Can I help you?"

"I hope so," Carl explained. "Yesterday we saw a couple eating a lunch
out in the gardens. Would you perhaps have lunches for guests that
might like to eat somewhere out of doors?"

"But of course! You have your choice of a roast beef sandwich, a
turkey sandwich, or a vegetarian pita. And of course they come with
drinks, dessert, chips, and some nicely prepared raw vegetables."

Carl picked the roast beef, and Susie the turkey, and in only minutes
they were presented with a canvas bag that had straps for wearing as a
backpack.

"Do have a pleasant lunch," the man smiled as he handed Carl the bag.
"Of course we expect you to return the bag to us when you get back."

Carl slipped the swim wear bag into a pouch on the side of the
backpack, and soon they were on their way. They were beginning to be
familiar with the paths now, and had no trouble finding their way back
to the "clothing optional" sign.

Suddenly Susie stopped and stared wide-eyed at him. "Carl, we forgot
something. We should have gone up to our room and put our swim suits
on. Now we'll have to go back."

Carl shook his head. "No, I didn't forget. While we were at the beach
before I noticed some dense bushes off to the side. We can go hide in
them to change."

"Together?" she asked with a shocked tone.

"Of course not," he laughed. "Trust me."

When they got back to the beach, Carl said, "You wait here while I go
find a private place in the bushes and change. Then I'll come out and
you can change."

"I still don't feel right about this. We said we weren't going to be
naked, and now that's exactly what we are going to do."

"But no one will see us naked, not even each other. Stay here, I'll be
back before you know it."

When he came out in his swim trunks she was standing looking pensively
out over the water. He led her to the place he had found, then assured
her, "Don't worry, I'll stand guard to make sure no one comes near
here. And of course I won't peek myself."

She sighed. "I know, I have to trust you."

He heard some rustling in the bushes behind him as she changed, and
then she came out, somewhat shyly, with her clothes in her hand. His
jaw dropped, and he couldn't even speak at first.

Finally he got out, "WOW! You look fantastic. You're so beautiful,
just perfect!"

She blushed, then said, "Thanks. It's not too daring is it? I wasn't
sure, but Lulu finally talked me into it."

It was a bikini, but a rather modest bikini, not cut high at the
sides, and with straps rather than strings on the top. The most
striking thing about it was the color, a beautiful lime green that set
off her features perfectly.

He shook his head. "There have been so many wonderful moments this
weekend, but seeing you like that is the best one of all. No, it's not
too daring, it's just ... you. It's just perfect for you.

"You're really embarrassing me," she said nervously. "I think it's
time we got into the water."

"Indeed," he said, his eyes sparkling as he stepped up to her and took
her hand.

They waded in together, and remarked at how warm and comforting the
water felt. Once in the water up to their shoulders they stared at
each other and once again no words were needed. She reached for his
neck and he reached for her waist, and their bodies nestled together
as if they had been made for each other.

There was no way that either of them could have resisted the kiss that
followed, a kiss that went on and on without end. Their mouths were
open, their tongues exploring, and their bodies squirming and sliding
over each other. In time his hands slipped down to caress her
buttocks, and, with her arms tightly around his neck, she let her legs
spread and float up around his body. She wanted more contact, so
wrapped her legs around him and rubbed her belly fiercely against his.

This was almost more than Carl could stand. By now he had a throbbing
erection, and she had to be feeling it. But she didn't stop. Now she
was moaning into his mouth and rubbing her crotch up and down the
length of his rod. That was too much. He threw his head back and
started thrusting against her pussy. There was no way he could stop
now. Seconds later it was happening; he was spurting again and again
into his suit.

Susie seemed to have it almost as bad as he did. She was panting and
humping wildly against him. Suddenly she clamped her legs around his
ass, jammed her crotch against his still throbbing cock, and began
shuddering.

When it was all over they were both too embarrassed to admit what had
happened. They released each other, bobbed slowly apart in the water,
and started swimming in different directions. When they were some
distance apart Carl reached down and pulled the top of his suit away
from his body, then pumped it in and out to flush water through it.

They finally swam back toward each other, and the beach, and got out
without looking at each other.

"Now what?" Susie said, somewhat crossly. "We don't have any towels,
so we can't get dressed, and there is no way that I'm going back to
the lodge looking like this!"

"Take it easy, Susie. We have our lunch to eat. We'll sit here on the
beach while we eat it, and dry off that way.

"I couldn't eat anything right now," she said angrily.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I don't think I can eat at the moment,
either. Okay, let's just lie here for a while, then."

He lay down next to their clothes and the lunch bag. She made a point
of walking around them and lying on the other side where he wouldn't
be close to her. They both lay there silently for a long time with
their eyes closed, but with thoughts tumbling frantically through
their heads.

Finally he sat up. "Feeling better?" he asked.

She sat up too and smiled wanly. "Yeah, I guess so.

"Maybe we could eat something now."

"To tell the truth," she admitted, "I am getting sort of hungry."

They ate their lunch, still sitting across from each other, and
speaking very little. When they had finished they both stood, brushed
the sand off their suits and bodies, and pulled their outer clothes on
over their suits.

"Well," Carl said, "I guess it's about time to head back home."

"You're taking me home, now?"

Carl thought he heard a sob in her voice. "No, I'm still keeping you
until tomorrow morning, Susie. But we should check out soon, don't you
think?"

They stood and, without touching, followed the paths back to the inn,
where they showered separately, packed their bags, checked out, and
left.

The drive back to New York was going very awkwardly. Susie was nearly
climbing the door to stay as far as possible away from Carl.

Finally he suggested, "Why don't you check out the sound system, see
if you can find something on the radio to listen to."

He showed her how to use the large touch-sensitive display between
them on the dashboard, and soon she was scrolling though the Sirius
radio channels.

"Here's one," she said, "but, ... no, you probably wouldn't like it."

"Susie, I told you to find something you wanted, and that's what I
meant. You're not trying to pick something you think I'd like. You
probably don't know what I'd like anyway. Pick what you want."

"Well, OK, but you're going to think this is pretty lame. They call
this channel 'The Bridge, Mellow Rock'."

"Lame? No way! I love to listen to that kind of stuff."

Suddenly the car was filled with the sounds of Jefferson Starship.

"All right!" Carl exclaimed as he cranked up the volume with a button
on the steering wheel.

Their 'With your Love' was soon replaced by a Cat Stevens number.

Before they knew it, the tension Carl and Susie were both feeling was
gone. Susie eased over toward the center of the car, and reached out
to the display to reduce the volume, then tentatively put her hand on
Carl's arm.

"Carl, about this afternoon, I'm sorry. I don't know why I got so
angry. Please understand, I really wasn't angry with you."

After a pause, she added, "No, actually, I do know why got angry. I
was angry with myself, and I took it out on you. That was very wrong,
and I'm very, very sorry."

Carl reached down and patted her leg. "Thanks for saying that, and I
do understand. Susie, we were both thrown by what happened ... out
there in the water. We weren't prepared for it, either one of us."

She nodded. "Yes, it wasn't supposed to happen, and then, suddenly, it
did."

"Don't take this the wrong way, Susie, but I'll never forget this
weekend, and I mean the whole weekend. We hit a bit of a rough spot
this afternoon, but I know, looking back, I'll remember the good
parts. And they were really, really, good for me. There's no way I can
thank you enough.

"I'll remember, too, Carl," she said very softly.

He took his eyes off the road long enough to smile into her eyes.

The rest of the drive seemed to go quickly as she snuggled against him
and they stroked each others' thighs. Soon they were back at Carl's
flat.

"What would you like for dinner, Susie?"

"What do you have?"

"Hmmmm -- let's see -- I have a package of hot dogs ... not exactly
gourmet. Oh, I have a box of minute rice up here. How's that sound?"

"That sounds like an, er, interesting combination!"

Their hot dog and rice dinner was on the table in short order.

"Carl," Susie offered, "I want you to know I have really enjoyed our
weekend together."

"Honest?"

"Honest! You were so sweet. Frank could learn a few things from you."

"Thanks, but the weekend's not over yet, you know."

"I know."

While they were cleaning up the dishes, Susie suddenly stopped, turned
to Carl, and said, "The weekend's not over yet, but it will be in the
morning, and Frank will be expecting breakfast. You're going to have
to take me home very early."

"You're right, I'd better set the alarm clock. Six o'clock?"

She nodded, and he went to do that before he forgot.

By the time he returned, the dishes were done. They decided on some
TV, and snuggled together to watch a sitcom. The show was fun, but
Carl hit the mute button when the ads came on. At the first commercial
break they started kissing each other on the cheek, and then
progressed to a lingering kiss on the mouth before the show
interrupted them.

At the second break they resumed where they had left off, and the
kisses got so passionate that neither of them noticed when the program
resumed.

Susie finally came up for air, and said, "Uh, Carl, the show is on
again."

He glanced at the clock on his VCR and replied, "Actually, I think
it's almost over. There's no point in trying to catch up now. Let's
just leave the sound off until the next show."

By the time the next show started they were lying side by side on the
sofa, rubbing their hands over each other's bodies, and neither of
them had any more interest in TV.

Carl finally pulled away from her and whispered, "We mustn't let
ourselves get carried away."

"OK, maybe we should talk for a while," she suggested.

"Would you mind if we talked about our time at the 'Hideout'?"

"No," she murmured, "I'd like to talk about that."

Soon they were reliving the beauty and seclusion of the place, and
secretly aching with the intensity of the feelings the retreat had
given them, though neither of them admitted that part to the other. In
time, of course, their conversation reached the events at the nude
beach.

Finally Carl said, "Do you know what was the most incredible part of
our time in the water? No, it wasn't the end, it was feeling your body
pressed against mine."

"Oh, yes, I agree," she shuddered, "pressed together, skin against
skin."

"I wish I could feel that again," he ventured, "but I don't suppose we
should. It might be too dangerous."

"Are you sure it would be too dangerous? I would love to feel it
again."

"Oh, Susie, I want so much to feel your skin against mine like that. I
want to do it right now. Do you think we could?"

"You mean be naked together? I'm afraid that would be too much for
both of us."

"Oh, God, Susie, don't even mention it. Oh, I wish you hadn't said
that."

"What if we put our swim suits on again?"

He shook his head. "No, I think they're still wet."

"Well, maybe, ... no, I guess not."

"What, Susie? Tell me."

"Well, I was thinking that our underwear is sort of like a swim suit,
but then I thought of you seeing me in my bra and panties, and I ...
well I ... I shouldn't have said anything."

"Yeah, I see your point. Me seeing you in your bra and panties, and
you seeing me in my jockey shorts, no, that wouldn't be a good idea."

They stopped talking at that point, and started rubbing their bodies
together, wishing so much that they could feel each other's skin.

A bit later, Carl whispered, "Susie, I had a thought."

"What?"

"Well, it's gotten really dark outside, and I don't have any lights
on, so the only light is from the TV."

"And?"

If I turned the TV off, it would be totally dark in here, and I
wouldn't be able to see you in your bra and panties, and you wouldn't
be able to see me in my shorts."

"Do you know where the remote control is?"

"Yes, I think I can find it here someplace."

"Do it," she whispered intensely.

He did find it, and soon they were stripping in the dark, one on each
end of the sofa. He finished first, and rolled toward her, stretching
out with his face against her panties as she struggled to get her
pants untangled from her legs.

"Carl," she giggled, "you're being very naughty."

"Sorry," he mumbled, "if you stretch out beside me you'll get this
tempting bit of cloth away from my face."

"Oh, God, yes," she sighed as she complied, "this is what I needed."

"I'm in heaven," he agreed.

"Carl, baby, would it be all right if I got on top of you? I think I'd
really like that."

"Here, let me help you, and I KNOW I'd like that."

"Oh," she moaned, "I love the way you're rubbing your hands up and
down my back. Go all the way up to my neck. Now all the way down to my
panties. Oh, yes, like that!"

"Susie, hun, would it be all right if I unhooked your bra, so I could
rub your whole back?"

"Mmmm, hmmmm," she mumbled.

"I like," she purred as his thumbs found their way around her rib cage
to graze her breasts.

After a couple of minutes of his stroking, neck to waist, with ever
more breast contact on the way down, she raised her mouth from his and
whispered, "I need to kiss your chest."

She slid down and began kissing his shoulders and all over his chest,
giving special attention to his nipples. Then she slid further down,
and started kissing his belly. He was dying to have her keep going,
but she stopped at the waistband of his shorts.

She crawled back up to his face, lay beside him, and in a throaty
voice told him, "Your turn."

He wasted no time getting on top, and they kissed passionately as she
ran her hands up and down his back.

After a bit of that he pulled his mouth away from hers, slid down a
bit to kiss her chin, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Uh, huh," she moaned.

Carl started kissing his way down her jaw line, and Susie responded
with a breathy "ohhh" as she turned her head to expose her neck. Soon
he was kissing his way down the side of her neck as she whispered,
"Yes, I like."

Her hands were still stroking up and down his back, and as his mouth
reached the hollow at the base of her neck he started echoing the
motion by running his hands up and down the sides of her chest.

"Oh, God, Carl, that feels so good," she moaned.

While still kissing her breastbone he let his thumbs drift up along
the elastic of her panties to her belly. He could feel her quivering
there, and he was now on fire. His mouth moved down to kiss her chest
just above the top edge of her bra, as his hands, and thumbs, started
moving up.

Her breathing was deeper and faster now, and was starting to become a
series of nearly silent moans. Her hands moved up from his back to his
head, and pulled his mouth hard against her chest.

His thumbs kept moving, and were soon stroking the bottom edge of her
bra, while his fingers slid further up as he hoped to slip them under
the strap. With a thrill he realized there was no strap, and
remembered that he had unhooked her bra, so that it was lying loosely
over her breasts. Scarcely daring to breathe, he slid the fingers of
both hands upward, and felt soft flesh.

"Oh, my God!" she shuddered, and started clenching and relaxing her
fingers in his hair.

His thumbs followed his fingers up her mounds, and soon he was
massaging her breasts with both hands. Higher and higher they climbed,
until they felt the rougher texture at the peak, and then, oh yes,
there were her nipples. He began little circling motions there, and
she went ballistic.

"Ahh, ahhh, AHHHH!" She was almost screaming, now. "MORE! MORE! MORE!"

He pinched her tits lightly, and then pushed the material up to expose
her breasts completely. He was dying to see them, but it was still
pitch black, so he had only the sense of feel. But he was determined
to feel them every way possible, and he slid his body down enough to
put his mouth in position, then reached his tongue out and licked
first one tit and then the other.

"YYYEEEEESSSSSS!!!" she screamed, then pulled his head down, forcing
his mouth against her horny tit.

He began sucking that one while pinching the other, as her whole body
writhed beneath him. After a bit he traded off, and kneaded and
pinched her hot wet tit with his left hand as he started sucking on
the other one. That left his right hand free, and he started sliding
it down to her belly. She was bucking up against him as he went down
and down, not stopping when he got to her panties, but letting his
fingers glide on, over the silky material, until he could feel hair,
then her mound. On and on, until he felt her puffy lips through the
hot, and sopping wet material.

She had spread her legs wide, and pulled her knees up, and her pussy
was humping against his hand at a furious rate as she screeched
unintelligibly.

He knew he had to taste her, and he moved his face down to her pussy,
lapping and sucking her juices out of her panties. The smell drove him
insane; he couldn't stand to wait any longer. He reached up, grabbed
the waistband of her panties, yanked them down off her butt, and dove
in.

Susie started coming the moment his tongue touched her clit. Her whole
body was jerking and shuddering. Strangely, she stopped screaming;
every muscle in her body was tensed as tightly as possible, including
her throat and her chest. She literally could not breathe or make a
sound.

Carl had sucked her clit into his mouth before he realized what was
happening. Now he just held it there, feeling it jerk against his
tongue. He lost track of time, but it seemed like her climax went on
and on. Finally her body relaxed and she began breathing, panting
hard. He could hear her heart pounding at a furious rate. He pulled
his mouth away to give her time to come back to earth.

"Oh, GOD, Carl," she finally gasped, "I have never, ever, felt
anything like that."

Then she reached down with both hands, grabbed her panties, and pulled
them over her thighs. Her knees were still up by her boobs, and she
pulled the panties to her knees. Then she kicked her feet over her
head and slid the garment to her ankles. A few furious kicks and they
went somewhere, she had no idea where. Then she reached down, grabbed
Carl by the ears, and pulled.

"Do it, Carl. Do it now! I need you in me!"

Oh, GOD, YES! He shoved his shorts down far enough to free his cock,
then clawed his way up her body. When he got into position her hands
were right there to guide him in, and he pushed. OHH, GOD! It was
incredible! So warm! So wet! So perfect a fit! He kept pushing and
slid all the way in without any resistance. He nearly came on the
spot, but one corner of his brain kept nagging him. Remember what you
have read. Don't come too fast. Make it good for her.

He began stroking, willing himself to hold back. NO! NO! It's not
possible! I have to! I have to! I can't stand it! I'm losing my mind!
OH FUCKING SHIT!!! NOWWWW!!! NOWWWW!!! NOWWWW!!! NOWWWW!!! Nowwww!!
Now...

As he fought back to consciousness he tried to get his breathing under
control enough to speak, but couldn't. So he just lay there on top of
her, panting, for who knows how long.

Finally he managed to gasp, "Oh, Susie, I'm so sorry! I wanted it to
be good for you, and I blew it. I'm such a clod!"

She chuckled deep in her throat, then gave him a long tender kiss. "No
way did you blow it. You gave me two fantastic climaxes, the first
with your tongue and mouth, the second with your cock."

"You mean you came when I did? But I didn't give you any time. I
wanted to make it good for you, but once I was inside you I couldn't
stop."

She kissed his nose and then his lips again, lightly. "I didn't need
much time; I was already almost there. Besides, I knew it was your
first time, and that you wouldn't be able to last long.

"So, how does it feel not to be a virgin any more?"

"Oh, God, Susie, If I had known it could feel like this I would have
stopped being a virgin years ago!"

"Aha," she giggled, "I felt that. It seems your little man down there
is feeling like it wants some more action."

He started moving up and down again. "Yeah, the way I feel I think I
could keep going all night."

"Well, I kind of doubt that," she laughed, "but at this point I
wouldn't mind finding out how long you can go."

That was all the encouragement he needed, and he started pumping
furiously.

"Whoa, honey, I'm not quite ready for the next round, yet. How about
if you let me clean myself up a bit, and then we go somewhere more
comfortable?"

Carl stopped abruptly. "Of course, dearest. I seem to be thinking just
of myself again." He pulled out of her.

"Oops, I'm leaking. You don't by any chance know where my panties are,
do you?"

"No, but I still have my shorts around my knees. Will those do?"

"Yes, thanks." Susie giggled again as he handed them to her and she
stuffed them between her legs. "I can't see what color these are, but
they may end up with some stains on them.

Carl laughed. "Don't worry about that. They're white, but they have
had similar stains on them before. Not," he added quickly, "that the
earlier stains were in any way comparable, at least not when you
figure in the incredible pleasure that went into creating them this
time."

"Uh, I have one more problem," Susie admitted. "It's so dark in here
that I don't think I can find the bathroom without falling over
things."

"OK, let me look for that remote control again. ... Oh, here it is.
Are you ready for this?"

"Fire away."

Carl got a quick look at her boobs, and a good long look at her ass,
as she scooted out of the room. He made a mental note to try to get a
more complete, close up, inspection later.

"See you in a minute in the bed," she called back over her shoulder as
she disappeared.

His cock had wilted a bit during their conversation, but it shot back
to attention from her words, and he wasted no time getting into the
bedroom. Now, what about light here? He tried the bedside lamp, but it
was definitely too much. He wished he had some candles; must make sure
to get some for future occasions. He finally went out to the kitchen
and turned on a light there, then left the kitchen door partly open.
That provided some soft reflected light into the bedroom. He only
hoped that Susie wouldn't close the bedroom door.

Carl climbed into bed, still naked, and pulled the sheet up to his
waist so Susie wouldn't feel too embarrassed. He didn't have long to
wait. She poked her head shyly around the bedroom doorway.

"Close your eyes, Mark," she requested.

"What's this," he grinned, "I thought we had gotten beyond that."

"Please?"

"Of course, I was just teasing you."

He closed his eyes and soon felt her crawl into bed beside him, and
pull the sheet up. Then she rolled up against him. Oh, God! He was in
heaven.

"OK, you can open your eyes," she whispered in his ear.

Yes! She had left the door open. He rolled against her and feasted on
her face hungrily with his eyes. But not for long because, as he
turned, his cock pressed against her thigh, and he realized he had an
even more pressing need than seeing her. He quickly pulled her mouth
to his and began an urgent, passionate, kiss. It took her a little
while to catch up with his intensity, but she did, and shortly after
that he rolled on top of her.

"Now, let's see, where were we?" His voice was a hoarse whisper.

"I think we were right here," she replied, grabbing his joy stick and
jockeying it into place.

He moaned as it sank into the cradle for which it was designed, and
continued moaning on every stroke as he slowly, ever so slowly,
brought them both higher and higher.

"Yes, darling, yes, that's so good," she sighed as she clung to him
and bathed his face in kisses.

It wasn't long before her pelvis started coming up to meet his every
stroke, and she was huffing loudly. As she pounded up against his
pelvic bone her clit was getting stimulated beyond belief. Soon she
was humping frantically, and yelling, "Harder, Faster!"

He wasn't there, yet, but he happily obliged, and started ramming her
as fast and hard as he could. Only moments later she screamed, and he
felt her pussy muscles squeezing, squeezing, squeezing. Like hell he
wasn't ready! He roared in return, and started squirting in
counterpoint to her pulses.

This time Carl was still moaning and shuddering long after he came
down from his peak. When the shuddering finally stopped, Susie opened
her eyes and saw him looking down at her with pure adoration written
all over his face. Her eyes reflected it right back up to him.

She finally whispered, "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"

"BETTER!" he blurted out. He shook his head. "The first time was
incredible. This time was so much better that there aren't any words
to describe it."

Carl's cock was already shrinking, and suddenly it popped out of her.
He slipped off to her side, and snuggled up against her, resting his
hand on her mound.

"I guess you were right, Susie, about not being able to go all night.
I am so completely satisfied that I may not be able to move another
muscle until morning. Besides, anything more would have to be an
anticlimax."

Susie giggled. "I think you may want to reconsider that last word.
I'll bet I can make you climax again before morning, and no "anti"
about it.

"What's this? Another bet? But I definitely don't want to bet against
you on that one, no matter how limp I feel right now."

"And I don't think I could do anything about it either, not right now,
Carl. I feel as limp as you say you are."

Suddenly Carl remembered something. He stared deep into her eyes. "My
muscles are limp, and my cock is limp, but my eyes aren't."

Holding his gaze, she shook her head slowly as she said, "No, they're
certainly not."

He pressed forward with his thought. "My eyes want to do some
exploring. They want to explore you."

"Oh dear, Carl, I ... I ... don't know ... what to say."

"Say 'yes'," he whispered hoarsely. "Say 'yes', and I'll promise to
make my lips explore too."

"Oh ... yes, Carl, yes."

Slowly, very slowly, he started exposing her. He studied every inch of
her body up close, with his eyes and his lips and his tongue. The
complete expedition took nearly an hour. It finished with her body
completely out from under the sheet, and his head at the foot of the
bed, nibbling her toes. She was tingling all over.

When he stopped, she looked down at his body, now also completely
exposed, and saw that his penis had started to come back to life. She
reached down to touch it, and it jumped. Then she bent her body in
half and brought her face down to that marvelous tool, and thought of
all the pleasure it had given her that night. She reached out her
tongue to touch the tip, and it jumped again.

Neither of them had spoken during Carl's exploration, and neither of
them spoke now. There was no need for words. She took his manhood in
her mouth and began to suck. It quickly expanded into a rigid pole. In
less than a minute he was panting and moving his pelvis back and forth
to the rhythm she had set. In two minutes he was bucking. She pushed
him on his back, and twisted around to face him, swinging her leg over
him. This cowgirl was ready to ride her bronco, and he was more than
ready to give her the ride of her life.

She wasted no time impaling herself, and was soon bucking as hard as
he was. Up, down, forward, backward, around and around, as she
spiraled higher and higher. Then with a final thrust she stopped, and
threw her head back in a silent scream, her entire body jerking.

Carl had the sense to stop while she climaxed. He felt it, did he ever
feel it, as her pussy pulsed and squeezed. But this time he held back.
When she finally calmed down he started pumping slowly up against her
again. He hoped she would understand his unmet need without words.

She did. She did more than that. She discovered she still had unmet
needs of her own. Once more they were pounding together as they clawed
at each other. Faster and faster they went, until the sweat was
pouring from their bodies. Carl brought his hands down to her breasts
and pressed, then pinched her nipples.

She screamed. He fired. Her pussy squeezed. He fired again. And again.
Her pussy was fluttering now, and his cock was jerking, though he had
nothing more to give.

Finally she collapsed on him as they both tried to catch their breath.
At long last he rolled her gently over beside him, without ever losing
their intimate connection. They looked at each other, kissed, then
closed their eyes. They both fell asleep almost immediately.

                                 ~~~~

The alarm clock woke them the next morning, still tangled in each
other.

Carl whispered, "Good morning, lover!"

"Good morning, lover!" she replied.

"Well, our weekend is over," he sighed. "I really, really, hate to say
this, but I guess we have to get back to our normal lives."

"Yes, I guess we do."

Suddenly she bolted up. "Look at the time! We better start getting
ready!"

Carl reached up and pulled her down to him and they snuggled for a
moment before he answered, "Okay, let's get ready."

Susie packed up her bag and looked sheepishly at Carl.

"I really did enjoy our weekend together. I never knew you were such a
romantic guy, and I'm -- well, I feel funny saying this, but I'm sorry
that it's over."

Carl took Susie's hand and her bag, and they went down to his car.

Little was said on the way to Susie's house. When they arrived, she
looked away from Carl.

"You do know we can't ever be together again, Carl. Because of what
happened, we mustn't even see each other again. Frank and I can't be
your friends any more. I'm really very sorry. I hope you will be
okay."

Carl nodded. "Yes, I understand. But please don't worry about me. I
have other friends, and because of you I'm sure that now I will have
other lovers."

"That's good," she said, still not looking at him.

Then she opened the car door and stepped out. Just before closing it
she leaned in and said, "Good bye, Carl, I'll never forget you."

'And I'll never forget you,' he thought, as he watched her walk away,
up the steps, unlock the door, and slip inside.

Then his mood changed as he thought about his plans for this coming
Friday night. Rich and Carol had invited him over for dinner, and he
was going to try to pull the same bet on them. This first time his
scheme had worked perfectly. He knew he wouldn't always be so lucky,
but he was sure looking forward to trying.