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The follow is a work of pure fiction.  Please don't read
it if you are underage in your locale or offended by:

(MF, rom)

I hold the copyright to all my work, but often grant permission to
re-publish the work if requested.

It's Okay

    I always thought I was pretty, at least my dad always told me that
I was. It was a long time before I realized that a daddy's only real
reason for being on the planet was to think, or at least tell, his
daughter that she is pretty. I can't look so bad though. I mean, I
still get the occasional young butthead that say's, "Nice assz
baby!" Of course you know how much that turns me on. The best
thing about a remark like that is the look on his face when you
don't swoon, fall on your back and open your thighs for him. There
are those polite guys that look down my top when they think I 
don't know and look away all innocent. There's some point here. Oh
yes, I may not be so pretty, but guys still look. Jeez, I'm only 25.
I could lose a few pounds, but 120 isn't so bad for 5'5". My hair is 
brown and I even brush it. I've been told that I have pretty eyes 
(well, Daddy told me they are). I swear that after I weaned the Rug Rat
I lost some boobs, but a good B cup still fits. The nipples used to
stick up better too, but even the pervs that look down my top will
never know.

   I have a really great job too. My family and friends all say that I
do and they don't have a clue of what I do, so they are experts. My
title is Special Administrative Assistant To The Mayor. Too bad my
pay isn't as long as the title. Basically my main function is email.
I open all of the Mayor's email. The nice people get a sweet note
from the mayor with his electronic signature, the butt holes get
forwarded to the Deputy Mayor (who comes in peeks down my top,
and bitches about all of the email he gets), and a few stray emails from
the Mayor's boyfriends that were sent to the wrong addy. The Mayor's 
wife always gives me a nice smile when she comes in, but the Mayor 
never makes eye contact with me or peeks down my top.

    Asshole (my soon to be ex) and I had to rent a house because,
even though my parents gave us a ton of money for a down 
payment, the bank took our home from us. Asshole could never
keep a job fixing transmissions, soon ran out of places that fix
transmissions, and was mostly out of work. He always seemed to
find the money to buy me stuff. He brought me home a puppy
named, well, Puppy. He never understood that I really loved to give
him blowjobs, so he brought me stuff. Pretty soon he ran off with a
young girl that he claims was 18 and, because the cops haven't
dragged him off, she must've been. Apparently he liked her because
she'd give him blowjobs without needing him to giver her all of that stuff.

    You know, I didn't even cry when he left. I've never cried about
it or even really felt bad. My only act of rebellion was to gather all
17 pairs of thongs that Asshole insisted that I wear, put them in a
little plastic bag, tie them up, and put them in the Goodwill bin. Can
you imagine the look on the person's face that I opened it? Well,
they were clean. God I hate thongs. I went out and bought three
Bag O' Bikini's (okay, I made that up, but they do come three to
a bag)  and sorted out nine unique string bikini panties while the sales 
lady wasn't looking. They know that you do that, they just pretend that 
they aren't looking. Cotton? I don't care, they're comfy. Besides, no 
one will ever see me in them except Rug Rat. I've stuffed twenty bucks
aside for some satin ones from Victoria's Secret at the mall. Just in 
the off chance that I ever get lucky again.

    Thunder thighs (my sister) moved in to help pay for renting the 
house. Her husband is serving in Iraq and she cries a lot about missing
him. She doesn't miss out on the sex though. She has a variety of 
Just A Friends to stop by and make her moan when I need my sleep for
work. Maybe I'm just jealous because she has cock and I have my 
fingers. It's a pretty nice house though. It's a sort of log cabin affair 
overlooking a golf course that we can't play because it's for people
that can afford to have prime rib every night and not folks like us
that I trying to find new ways to make rice without puking.

    So here I am, a pretty young thing with a great assz, nice tits,
and pretty brown eyes. I'm stuck with Thunder Thighs, a four year
old (almost five) Rug Rat that thinks she's a princess, and a puppy 
named, well, Puppy.

    There's a story here somewhere...I tend to babble...bear with
me here...oh yes...

    We live on a cul-de-sac (spell check please). There's a mean
guy sort of across the street named Grumpus. Grumpus gives me
a dirty look every time I come home and into the driveway. I call
it stink eye. I wait to get the mail until I'm sure that he's gone so I
don't meet him at the mailbox. Seems he's always working in his
yard though. Just standing with a hose and watering it. He has a 
beautiful yard. Nasty guy, but a pretty yard.

    One evening I picked up the Rug Rat from day care and came
home. There's a little gate that opens from the steps to a small deck.
I'll be fucked (I wish) if Rug Rat didn't let Puppy out. Shit! Where
did Puppy head first thing? You guessed it, straight for Grumpus.
Across the cul-de-sac, up the little slope to Grumpus. Rug Rat was
beating her feet right after him too. Shit!

    So here I come after the pair of idiots and stop dead jsut inches 
from the start of his green lawn. Puppy's body is all bent around and 
his skinny tail is wagging so fast that I was afraid it would break its
poor back. Rug Rat is standing looking up at Grumpus, her hands
clasped against her chest, staring up at him like her savior had just 
stepped down from heaven.

    I think, 'Okay, he's going to squash Puppy in a single stomp of
his foot and then practice standing free kicks with Rug Rat, but 
there is no way that I'm putting a foot on his grass'. Then, 'He is
one handsome guy though.'

    Gumpus didn't smash Puppy. He got down on one knee, looked
at the Rug Rat and smiled. He picked up Puppy and cradled him
in his arms and scritched behind his ear. Puppy was smiling,
Rug Rat was smiling and I was still terrified, but he reached up and
gave Rug Rat a little scritch too. When he stood up with Puppy,
Rug Rats eyes followed him and I could nearly hear her heart beat
from where I was. I imagined an old cartoon where little hearts
popped of her chest and sailed into the wind. 

    Grumpus started toward me and I just stood there. When he
got right up next to me, his arm touched mine and I knew to take
Puppy in my arms. It was like an electric shock ran through me when
he touched me. I wasn't sure if I were going to pee my panties or 
cream them. I started to stutter something like...she...I...the puppy...
the gate...and...and...

    Grumpus looked me right in the eye (not at my tits or assz) with
those big crystal blue eyes and said, "It's okay." I walked back to the
house with an armful of Puppy, a Rug Rat by the hand, and muttering, 
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

    When I got home, I went to the fridge and got out the vintage red
box of wine and poured a fall glass (never more than one or it gets
pretty ugly). Just as I sat down and got comfortable, Rug Rag
boosted herself up on my lap and announced, "He's not a Grumpus."

   "I know."

   "He's nice."

   "I know."

   "He likes you."

   "How do you know?" I have the audacity to ask a princess that knows
everything.

    "I just do." Then she backed away from me, put a finger on the side
of my eyes and said, "He has pretty blue eyes and he crinkles right there
when he smiles."

    "I know." Then thinking a minute, I said, "But he's old."

    "So are you, but I like you anyway."

     I removed her from my lap, patted her butt and said, "Go change
now so I can wash clothes."  I pulled up my skirt, pushed off my 
pantyhose and started for the washing machine. Instead, I gave them
the fate of the thongs, except I threw them in the garbage. Goodwill
might not like used pantyhose. Then I sat back down to finish my
vintage boxed wine and pondered the things that one might learn from
a four (almost five) year old princess.

    That night, while Thunder Thighs was upstairs getting her insatiable
cunt pounded by another Just A Friend and moaning, I was in bed 
trying to think about how I was going to be able to afford a new bikini 
for summer. My fingers were concentrating on Blue Eyes and I soon
gave in to the fingers and managed the best orgasm that I'd had in a very
long time.

    We saw him most days after that. I slowed down as we drove by
so that Rug Rat could wave to her savior. I even had the mailbox
timed so that I might just happen to be there when he was out. Once
in awhile, as I was pulling in, a white Honda with a bleach blonde
driving it was pulling out. Hmmmm.

    Then one night while Rug Rat was sifting through her Spaghetti 'O's 
to pick out those not suitable for a princess, she said, "Cowen Akana."

    "What?"

    "That's his name."

    "Who told you that?" I knew she was close, because his mailbox
said O'Connell.

     "Ray Me said."

     Ramma is the round little lady that lives between Blue Eyes and
us. She sits on her step smoking cigarettes because her husband of
45 years say's she shouldn't smoke in the house anymore. Ramma
doesn't argue with him because he's been sick and besides, she 
needs the fresh air when she smokes. Anyway, it's time to visit Ray 
Me again. Not because I'm snoopy, but because she's so nice to Rug 
Rat when she visits.

     Friday was a vacation day because the deputy mayor said that
I have to start using some. I had a lot of errands to run, papers to
sign and I just needed to. So when Rug Rat headed to Ray Me's
house, I gave it a few minutes and followed her. Ray Me was sitting
on the step smoking as usual and when I approached, she said,
"Hi Rebecca,"  Which was right because that is my name by the 
way. "Want a cigarette." I said okay, even though I don't smoke. It
seemed a good pastime for somebody that wasn't getting any sex.
Rug Rat was chasing some unfortunate creature around the gravel
in her driveway saying, "You have to stop when I say because I'm
a princess."

    The mail was early and Blue Eyes was walking up his driveway
sorting his mail and Ray Me said, "He was the cutest butt doesn't he."

    "Who?"

    "Who? How many guys are out here right now? Nice eyes too. Did
you ever see his eyes?"

    "Yes and Yes. Beautiful eyes and I never noticed his butt before."

    "Yeah sure you haven't. If I swore I'd say bullshit even." She laughed.

     Just then Bleached Blonde pulls in, opens her door to get out
and gives all of us a view. I'm thinking that she either has on yellow
panties or she isn't bleached.  She heads toward Blue Eyes with a big
grin, her huge titties jiggling (I can't tell if she has big tits or if they 
jiggle from here, but I'm sure they are and do).  Blue Eyes waves at us
and they go around back to go inside. I've never seen anybody use
the front door at that house. Well, maybe those bible people (bet they
don't sell any bibles there either).

    "She is a student at the college and she interns for him. She does
software testing for him and he pays her under the table. He trains
her too."

    "I'll just bet he does." I said.

    "Why Rebecca, you couldn't be jealous could you?"

    "I hardly know him, how could I be jealous?"

    "Because I've raised three daughters. I know this stuff." She
answered blowing smoke.

    I took a puff of my cigarette. It made me dizzy even though I didn't
inhale it. "I'm not jealous."

    "Would it help if I told you she is his niece? He and his wife nearly
raised her. She helped take care of his sick wife before she died 
almost two years ago."

    "Okay, now I feel like shit."

    Ramma patted my bare knee and said, "It's okay, He's asked 
about you too. By the way, you and your friends need to slow down
coming in and out of the cul-de-sac. He always growls at me and he
gets real grouchy when I do. He thinks people with kids and grandkids 
should have better sense than that."

    "I see." and I did see. "What did he ask about me?"

    "Not much really. I told him that you were divorcing your husband.
I hope that's okay. He said that you were incredibly pretty and that
if he were 30 years younger, he would take a chance and invite you
to dinner."

    Once I coughed my heart back down from my throat, I asked.
"How old is he?"

    "63."

    "No way!"

    "Yes. When they first moved in, I made his wife show me his drivers
license to prove it."

    "Damn."

    "Too old?"

    "No. Amazing though. God he has beautiful eyes."

    "Nice butt too."

    "That too."

     A few days later, I got home and took Rug Rat out of her car seat
and gathered my groceries while she scrambled up the steps to the 
gate. She opened the gate for me and I stuck my key in the door.
With on twist, the key broke off in the lock. "Shit!"

    Being a princess, of course Rug Rat knew exactly what to do. She
headed back down the steps and across Blue Eye's lawn, around
the corner and, I assume, to his back door. I take off after yelling
"Stop! Stop!" Which, of course, she did not. In a minute she came
out with Blue Eyes in tow and I met them in the middle of the cul-de-
sac. I clearly explained the problem, "I...I...the door...the lock...
Puppy was left inside...shit!." I yelled after him, "Why do I always
stammer when I talk to you? Huh? Why is that?"

    "It's okay."

    So I followed the two of them back to the house and up the stairs.
When I got there, he'd carefully picked up my groceries and put them
aside. He looked at the door and then jiggled the kitchen window up
about a foot or so. "I can't fit in there, you'll have to go."

    "Let's just stuff the Rug Rat through the window."

    "There's a sink there and a long fall from the counter. She'll get
hurt. I'll have to boost you up."

    "I can't go through there, I have a skirt on."

    "Then take it off."

     Okay, like an idiot, I reach back to unzip my skirt. I came to my
senses enough to ball my hands in a fist and say, "Would you not
tease me and just boost me up please!" What I was really thinking 
was, 'Would you not tease me and just fuck me please.'

     He made a cup of his hands and as I grabbed the window and
put my foot in, he said. "I won't peek."

    "Sure."

    "I won't."

    When I was halfway through the window I said, "You're peeking!"

    "Not."

    Almost through and I turned back to look. He had his head turned
over his left shoulder so that he wouldn't accidentally peek. Of course,
in doing that, I went in suddenly and bounced off of the counter and
on to the floor. Pretty sight. I got up, straightened myself up and went
to unlock the door. I jiggled it, swore, jiggled some more and it would
not open.

    Blue Eyes put his hand up, palm out, in a hold it motion and 
reached into his pocket. Out came something that looked like a 
Pocketknife and he opened a little wire thingy. He put that in the lock
and the end of the key clinked out and down between the boards of
the deck. He folded that thingy up and opened another that he put 
into the lock. With some twisting, jiggling, and a lot of tongue just right 
in his mouth, the lock clunked and he opened the door.

    "Now why wouldn't you just do that in the first place?"

    "The how could I have looked up your skirt." With an evil grin and
crinkles around those crystal blue eyes.

    I shook my head and seriously laughed. It had been awhile. Sticking
out my hand I said. "Rebecca." 

     He took my hand firmly in his and said, "Colin. Like the general or
punctuation mark. I've lived long enough to have heard the ones about
interior body parts.

    "Is Becky okay""

     I hate Becky and intended to tell him right up front about my feelings
of being called Becky. "Becky is fine."

     He apparently has a sharp sense about feelings because he said,
"Rebecca is a beautiful name...it just sounds so..."

     "Sunny Brooke Farmish?" I finished.

     He laughed again and said. "That too, but I was thinking more like 
formal."

     "There was one person in my life that called me Becca."

     "I would be undeserving of the honor, but accept anyway. Did he 
tell you that you had pretty eyes?"

     Looking down and shuffling my feet like a ten year old, I whispered
"Yes."

     About that time Puppy was finishing peeing against the deck post
and Colin kneeled down in front of Rug Rat so that his eyes were
level with hers and said, "Do you have a name that a commoner like 
me may use Your Highness or do I just call you Princess?", as Puppy 
was trying frantically to crawl on to his lap.

    The Princess did a little curtsy, stuck out her hand with the palm 
down and said. "Teri. I'm almost five."

    Colin kissed her hand, stood up, looked me in the eyes and said,
"Her name is Teri. Pretty name for a pretty princess." 

    Puppy was terribly disappointed and sat on his tail. Teri was 
gushing love all over the kitchen floor and I was duly scolded. "Yes 
it is; Teri."

    As he turned to leave. "Thank you for not peeking." I lied.

    He opened the gate and started to step down and answered, "White
with red stripes. I'm betting cotton." When he got to the bottom I heard
him say, "God I love cotton."

    Then I remembered being all splayed out on the kitchen floor like
I was giving birth. I smiled. I don't recall when I stopped smiling. Teri
was dancing across the floor twirling around and singing, "Mommy
loves Colin, Mommy loves Colin...."  Listen to a four (almost five) year 
old princess, they know everything. That night I let my fingers have
their way and didn't fight it. I thought of how wonderful it would be
when he penetrated me. Did I say when? Opps, I mean "if".

    The next Saturday afternoon, Asshole picked up Teri for the last time.
He had his girlfriend with him and, I guess, wanted to demonstrate
what a wonderful father that he really was. Thunder Thighs was going to
be home all day with Just A Friend (mostly in bed I woul guess) and I 
had a plan.

     Having no idea if Colin would be home all day, but he didn't go far
or stay long anyplace on Saturday that I could tell (not that I really
paid much attention), I decided to make him dinner. I couldn't let it
look like I made him dinner, I had to make it look like he was getting
leftovers. I dug into my Victoria's Secret Panty Money hiding spot
and, with a few other money morsels I could find, went to the store
and bought pork chops, potatoes, salad in a bag stuff, and some
salad dressing. Having about eight dollars and sixty-seven cents left,
I had an idea and stopped at Penny's in the mall. I rushed in and
saw the counter. 'Yes! they're still on sale!' Rummaging around in
the mass of panties, I found the perfect ones; lightly polished white
cotton with very pale pink lace around the legs. A matching pink open
heart was embroidered on the right front of the little string bikinis. 
Thin too. I like.

    I fried the pork chops, slit them in half, put some stuffing mix in
the center and put them in the oven. Then I went to take a quick
shower. I put on my best bra; light lace and thin enough to see
some nipples sometimes. The panties looked perfect on me and
when I put on the white shorts, a red tank and turned around, there
was just a hint of panty lines. The tank wasn't too short, but would 
show a bit of tummy if I stretched or bent over.

    I put the potatoes in the boiling water, finished the rest of the dinner
and made some gravy. I put his dinner on a plate with a flower that I 
ripped of from Ramma's flowerbed, and covered it with a towel. Proud 
of how sly I was, I went across the street and up his driveway to the 
back door. He saw me coming and opened the screen for me to come 
in. I took note that his feet were bare, shoes were lined up in the little
mud room and kicked off my sandals.

     "Jeez, it smells wonderful."

     "Just some leftovers, I thought you might like a homemade 
dinner." I was so nervous I was afraid that I'd breakout in hives.

    "You eat early."

    "Yes. Teri's and my way of saying thank you for being so nice to
us."  He took the plate and set it at the table. He said that he was
hungry and would eat it right away. I turned to leave and said that
I'd be back later to get the plate.

    "You could stay and have a glass of wine with me while I eat."

    "Oh no, you eat in peace. I'll be back later." Before I left, I stood
with my back to him while I put my sandals back on. I didn't shake
my butt at him or anything, I just wanted him to have a good look.
I left and walked across the street still wondering why I would leave. 
'Get a grip Becca, it's just a guy.' Just a sweet guy with beautiful 
eyes, a cute butt and who loves cotton panties. Life might be good if.....

    Sitting at the kitchen table drumming my nails and listening to 
Thunder Thighs begging for more and deeper, I visualized Colin
standing in his kitchen. Nice tight jeans, and yellow tee shirt that had
some sort of black designs on it. A bit of a tummy, but I didn't think it is
from beer. More like a guy that has worked out a lot. He has two tattoos;
one looks like his name and the other is some sort of band I think.

     Not being able to sit any longer, I went back across the street to
retrieve my precious plate. He was standing at the kitchen window and
waved me to come in. As I slipped my sandals off, he laughed and 
said, "I don't normally steal dinner ware.", and continued washing it.

    "A girl can't take any chances you know." Pretty lame.

    "Come sit down. Glass of wine?" And didn't wait for my answer
as he got two glasses out and went to the fridge. "I have a pretty nice
French Beaujolais. It isn't expensive, but very good. I hope cold is 
okay."

    'Cold red wine. What's next?' I thought. "Cold is great. Maybe we
are the only two people on earth that like cold red wine."  Colin poured
the wine and sat down. He held his glass for me to take a sip. It was
nice.

    "I love mashed potatoes. I can tell if they have been sitting for more
than fifteen minutes."

    "Oh."

    "You are truly a wonderful cook too."

    I believe that I actually felt a blush. "Thank you. I don't get much
practice anymore."

    We must have chatted for a half an hour. He listened to all of my
blather about how Asshole and I had been together since we were
fifteen and how I remained a virgin until I was seventeen. Some blow
and hand jobs, but no penetration. How Asshole insisted that I leave
college and marry him because he would take care of me. Colin told
me about being married to his wife for twenty-five years and never
messing around. He came close, but never did. We talked about this
and that and nothing. I noticed that it was getting a little dark and looked
at the clock.

    "Over two hours non-stop." He said.

    "God, you listened to me for two hours?"

    "You put up with me too. I love to listen to you talk."

    "Me too you." I answered. I touched the lines on his right arm and
tried to read what it said. "What is Keopele?"

    "It literally means 'White Fire', but it is in memory of my son. A 
rough translation of Jeffery in Hawai'ian."

    I remembered that he told me his son had died in an accident and
it brought tears to my eyes. Colin brushed each tear away, smiled
and said that it was okay. Yes, everything would be okay now.

     His hands had surrounded my wrists and he was slowly stroking
up and down my arms. I was getting noticeable goose bumps and
it wasn't only my skin the was displaying bumps.

     "Are you chilly?" He said looking at my arms and chest.

    "I'm plenty warm enough ('just feel my panties'), I don't think that's 
what's causing the problem."

    "I have this almost uncontrollable urge to kiss you."

    "I don't see anything stopping you." He did. Not really. Well, his lips
met mine for a couple of seconds, then he sort of nibbled around my
lips with his. 

    Suddenly breaking the kiss, he asked, "You don't mind me being
so much older than you?"

    "Huh?" Age my great assz. Kiss me again you dummy.

    "Never mind."     
    
    I've never been particularly fond of someone sticking his tongue
down my throat. I never could really understand why that would be
such a turn on. But when his tongue forced it's way past my teeth,
my tongue went willingly to greet his. I simply shuddered. The longer
the kiss lasted, the harder we kissed. Soon he had his hands on my
face and I was holding his shoulders like he might get away. He
broke the kiss again and sat back and looked at me. My mouth was
open screaming for more and his hands took my waist in them. He
wasn't peeking down my top, he was looking at every inch of my
body. Those blue eyes touching my feet, legs, neck, hair and, yes,
my breasts. By now Colin didn't need to see me nude to have intimate 
knowledge of my nipples. I'm sure that he thinks that I am pretty.

    I was kissing his face. I was kissing all over his face. I couldn't
seem to stop slobbering all over the poor guys face. Then I felt those
wonderful strong hands reach under my top and his fingertips touching
the skin under it. Those hands reached my bra and he took a covered 
breast in each one. His thumbs were pressing and massaging a nipple
when he bent to kiss me again.

    "Is there any chance that there's a bedroom in this house?"

    "Yes and clean sheets on the bed too. Do I have to carry you?"

    "No."

    "That's a blessing. Probably for you more than me."

    Well, that's funny now, but it wasn't then. I just wanted that bed and
how I arrived there made no difference whatever. He took me by the 
hands and pulled my up. On the way down the hall, he patted my butt
and sighed. "Great assz?" I asked.

    "Those words don't describe it."

    I laughed "That's refreshing." 

    As we approached his king sized bed, he went ahead and pulled
back the comforter. I could even smell the fresh sheets. "Just for me?"
I asked.

    "Never in my wildest erotic dreams could I have planned on you
joining me in my bed." He stood facing me and kissed me again. Deep
with his arms around me. He started to pull the top over my head and
I backed away, put my hand on his chest and said "Wait, Me first."

     Standing right in front of me. Almost six inches taller than me. My
stomach had a deep achy feeling as I lifted his shirt over his head
saw his chest for the first time. He has a full head of hair (maybe
thinning a bit). He has plenty of gray around the ears and through his 
brown hair and his chest is the same way. His chest really isn't very 
hairy, but I ran my fingers up and down it. My fingers kept going
down. I didn't plan it that way, but you know how fingers can be. Colin
apparently doesn't like belts which is handy because I would have 
just fumbled with it anyway. I had no problem with the button or the
zipper though. The zipper came right down and my fingers were able
to spread the jeans apart and expose tight, crispy white boxers. The
boxers didn't button and something else was almost exposed too. I
pushed the jeans to the floor and Colin stepped out of them. I was
on my knees when I reached for the boxers and pulled them down
too. Oh my! I'm not a student of cocks, but I've seen plenty on the web.
To tell the truth, a bare erect cock by itself has never been a turn on 
in pictures. I admit that I loved Asshole's, but Colin's was different. I 
can't explain how or why, but I knew that I was going to love this one.
Maybe it was the tight balls instead of saggy ones. Maybe it was the
clean white, almost pink, tip. Or the way that it stood up with so much 
longing for me. Whatever, my fingers went around it and I squeezed 
just a little. Clear precum came out of the tip. I think I was ready to put 
it in my mouth when Colin took me gently under the arms and pulled me
up.

    "My turn." And he finished what he started. He pulled my top over
my head, waited for me to shake my hair out and comb it with my
fingers, and then unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. They fell to the 
floor by themselves and I kicked them away. He took a half of a step 
back and stared at me. "That had to be planned."

    "What?" I croaked.

    "Those panties."

     "Yes, it was a last minute idea. I thought they might be just right
for you." I reached back and unfastened my bra. "The bra is my
job."

     Colin took the bra straps and eased them down my arms and 
tossed it over a chair. He took a breast in each hand and pressed
my nipples like he did with the bra on. I shuddered again and he
sank to his knees kissing me all the way down. A nipple, then the
other. My navel, with a stop for his tongue in it, and down each leg
and up the other until his lips met my mound. I was looking down
as he lowered my panties. There was a visible wet spot in them. 
There was also a clump of fur that made me think 'pissy planning
Rebecca, you didn't even trim'. He didn't seem to mind much because, 
as he stood up, his fingers found the spot between my thighs and 
began to explore.

    My own fingers found his erect cock again when he put his other
hand on my butt and pulled me close for another kiss. Even as we
kissed, he was nudging me backward the few inches left between
the bed and us. I folded back over it and slid back to give him room
too. Colin came up and over me as I expected (needed), but didn't
stay that way. Quickly leaving my mouth, his mouth started it's travels
down my body. My neck and arms, then my breasts. When he took a
nipple into his open mouth, I felt the same shock that I had the first
time his arm touched mine. His hand was holding my breast and his
mouth was teasing the nipple. Not quite bites with his teeth and not
quite licks with his tongue. Then he left the nipple and opened my
thighs with his hands. I watched his face while his thumbs opened
me and started to massage up and down my pussy. Hitting my clit
when he rolled his thumbs over it made my body jerk each time. Colin
was enjoying teasing me and forcing me to orgasm. As soon as his
mouth touched my open slit, I knew orgasm was immanent. His 
tongue searched everywhere for the right spots. It found one low in
my butt, higher inside my labia, around the opening of the tunnel
and over my clit. I arched my back and started to fuck his face. Not
easily and gentle but rotating my hips and grinding against his face.
Placing his hands under my bottom to help me, he drove his face in
and was sucking me. Eating me. And I came. The ache spread out
and through me and I came. I came hard. And he stayed with me 
until I collapsed. 

    Nothing said, Colin grabbed a pillow, lifted my back to nestle the 
pillow under, and spread my thighs again. I reached for his cock and 
put my hand around it to drag him to me. God it was hard. I led it to 
the entrance of my vagina and let the tip slide in. I have masturbated 
thinking of his cock entering me, but it was nothing like this. Every 
inch opened more of the walls the were trying to suck him in. Small 
strokes led to him finally being buried deep inside and I said. 
"Jeez Colin!"

    "Am I hurting you Becca?"

    "No! Shit no you're not hurting me!"

    "Do you want me to fuck you?"

    "Yes. Please. Please fuck me."

     He did. He fucked me hard and with a fury and passion that was
unbelievable. I was spread open wide with my knees up. His hands
were pulling on my tits and he was driving in and out of me so hard 
that I could feel his balls hitting me. He really didn't last all that long, 
and I didn't expect him to, because it had been longer for him than it
had been for me. Even without a climax, his wanting me like this would
have been plenty for me. But climax I did. My finger nails were buried
in his sides and I'm sure that I drew blood. The moment that he 
released his sperm into me, another wave of orgasm took my body and
met his. When he pulled out, I could feel the warm semen flow out of 
me and I was sated.

    A little later were pressed together with my face buried in his 
chest. He was idly scratching one of my butt cheeks and then the 
other. "Do I really have a great ass?" I mumbled through the yummy
chest hairs.

    "What?"

    "You heard me."

    "Yes, you have a great ass."

    "Nice tits?"

    "Nice tits."

    "Do you think I'm pretty?"

    "No. Pretty doesn't say it all. I think you're beautiful."

    "Nobody ever did that to me before."

    "What? You  mean lick your pussy?"
  
    "Yes. If you don't count Margaret Olsen in the eighth grade. I didn't
enjoy that."
 
    "Really?"

    "Maybe a little bit."

    He laughed hard and said. "How many times did Margaret do it?"

    "I don't remember. Maybe five or six. Maybe more."

    Now he really was laughing and he rolled over on his back.

    "Okay, but it wasn't as good as when you did it." That made it 
even worse. He drug me over the top of him and was looking at
my face. "You're making fun of me."

    "Maybe a little bit." and he had to bite his tongue. He pushed the hair
out of my face and kissed me again and again.
 
     Finally. "Are you going to fuck me again?"

    "Patience young lady, I'm an old man."

    "You have all the time in the world." But it didn't take that long. Not
nearly that long because I could feel it starting to poke me in the
tummy already. 

     We woke up real late at night (or early in the morning) and traded
pees. When I climbed back into bed and started to snuggle, I said 
"I'm hungry."

    "Me too." He answered and got up. 

    "You do too." I called after him.

    "Do too what?"

    "Have a great ass."

    He laughed that great laugh and I could imagine the crinkle around
those crystal blue eyes. "You are something else little one."

    'Little one. I'm not so little. Maybe to him I guess.'

    Colin returned with a plate full of crackers and cheeses and a 
candle. He lit the candle and we sat cross legged munching crackers
and cheese. He brought a half a glass of wine for us to share too.
"This is different." I said tasting the wine.

     "You're supposed to smell it first so you don expect one taste and
get another. It's a white wine."

     I stuck out my tongue and said. "I guess you'll just have to teach
me those things."

    "Do you want to be with me long enough for me to teach you things?"

    He had been studying my body all of the time we'd been eating and
had the beginnings of another reaction. I put the plate and glass aside,
took his cock in my hand and said. "Let's see how compatible we are."
I put my hand on his chest, pushed him down into the pillow and started
to stroke him with my hand. My other hand cupping his balls and fingers
exploring under those balls had him full and hard in a minute. I stretched
my body out and lowered my mouth to the tip of his beautiful cock. I knew
as soon as I took it in that there was a difference in Colin's and the only 
other one I had ever tasted. It would take some practice getting the whole 
thing into my mouth and I would have to adjust my lips so that my teeth 
didn't scrape it. It wasn't that it is bigger and thicker that made it good 
though, it was his reaction of surprise and a sense that I didn't feel 
obligated. Colin seemed to know that it was something that I really wanted
to do. My hair was spread all over his stomach and thighs, so he brushed 
it out of the way. I looked up and he wasn't really watching me, his eyes 
were half closed and he was in ecstasy as my mouth squeezed and 
sucked on him. My hand still on the base, now I could get it nearly all in. 
I could taste the both of us on his cock and a little fresh, salty cum that I 
wasgetting from the slit in the tip. After a few minutes, his legs stiffened
and he raised his hips to fuck my mouth. I could feel his cock begin to 
jerk and release his cum. I let him see as I swallowed it all and left some 
on my lips when he pulled me up to kiss me again.

    One compatibility issue resolved. It's going to be so much fun working
on all the others.

    We've been together for over a year and a half now. Colin has kept
his promise to teach me. He taught me that I had self confidence, I
just needed to learn to put it to work. I'm the landlord of the little house
across the cul-de-sac now too. He made me handle all of the details and
only guided me through the process. He did loan me the money to make
the down payment, but I've paid it all back except eleven hundred and
fifty two dollars. With interest. The interest was the best part and I think
we both got something from it.

    Colin's family (just an adopted son, a step daughter, and his niece
are left) seems to really like me. His niece and I have become good
friends and we love to make him the butt of our jokes. Colin doesn't
mind, he has a quick wit to give it right back to us.

    The family of Asshole's two young girls have filed charges against
him. One had his child at fifteen and he has taken off somewhere with
the fourteen year old. I know where he is though. He signed the divorce 
papers, plus the notarized waver of all rights to Teri, to keep me quiet. 
Colin sent him the money, knows where he is, and made no promises 
not to tell the cops. Colin worries about young women with a guy like
him.

    You see, Colin and I have been married for over a year now and
Colin wants to adopt Teri. I want that too. Those two are nearly 
inseparable. Teri slips now and then and calls him Daddy. Maybe it
isn't a slip really, because he spoils her rotten(er). Teri has learned
to give us our space, she knows when we need to play by ourselves
and either goes to her room or sends us to ours. A six (little over six)
year old Princess does have that right you know.

    I'm three months pregnant. It took a lot of whining and pouting, to
convince Colin that his age had nothing to do me wanting his baby.
I had to agree to go back to college at least two nights a week in order
to get him to say 'it's okay'. He is smart enough to know that taking
a pill everyday is optional anyway. Colin just wants us to be set for
the future. We are. 

    We still have a lot of problems to work out. He has my two hands
and three other places to soften that hard object between his legs and
that tends to create a bunch of new and exciting issues. He isn't too
fond of being handcuffed, but he likes me on top (or anyplace else).
How are you going to learn if you don't try? We have the handcuffs
now soooo.... I'm not so wild about being on the kitchen floor in my old
red and white striped panties on and my skirt up either, but I do like....
well you know why I like it. I really love working out compatibility issues.

    An issue came up (no pun intended) the other night when Teri was
at her grandmother's house addressing that end of her realm. We
were sitting on the couch watching some stupid "chic flick" (Colin
loves them). I had on his old yellow tee shirt with the black ceremonial
bands across the front and a pair of blue and green striped panties 
(nice match huh?). Colin was in shorts and a blue sleeveless tee shirt.
I was feeding him popcorn one kernel at a time and he was playing
with my pussy through the panties. He suddenly said. "It was the
panties."

    "You always blame your perversion on the panties."

    "That's what caused it." He said, carefully chewing the popcorn.

     "Honest, I don't feeling putting on those old panties and a skirt and
sprawling out on the kitchen floor tonight."

     He grinned. "Maybe tomorrow?"

     "Maybe." I laughed. "Why do you always chew the popcorn so
slowly. You drive me nuts."

     "There's something wrong with my esophagus and it can go down
the wrong hole and choke me."

     "And you just sit there letting me feed you popcorn so that I can
kill you! For such a smart guy, you can be a total idiot sometimes."

     "Only makes me cough a lot. Besides, it makes you happy. I worship
you and don't want to intentionally make you unhappy."

     That was a first. "You worship me?" I felt his hand go under my
shirt. He was gently rubbing it. I could feel tears welling in my eyes.

     "You've given me a brand new life. You have the power to create
new life from me right here."

      I felt him cup my breast. I love feeling his hand take my breast
in it.

     "You have the ability to feed the new life right here."

     I felt his hand go under my panties and spread my thighs to give
him access. The finger didn't have to do anything to make it wet, it
just slide right in. He kissed the tears out of my eyes and I whispered,
"Fuck me."

      Colins face was in my neck and he whispered back, "I want to
pull down your panties and eat your cunt."

     "Later. After you fuck me." His finger was stroking the walls of my
vagina and looking for the spot that would get the reaction he needed.
Finding it, he removed his finger then stood up. He pulled his shirt off
and lowered his shorts to the floor. He stood a second with his hand
around his cock stroking it. I don't see how he could have gotten it
harder and when he did that, I always got the same reaction as the 
first time that I saw him. 

     I was watching his face while he pulled my panties down and tossed
the aside. I put my feet on the edge of the couch and spread my legs
so the he could see how open and ready it was. He lowered himself
to me and aimed his cock for the opening. I always led his cock home
for him. This time I rubbed it all over the inside of my thighs and over
my clit. When he let it sink in and let my cunt suck it toward then end,
I said, "You love it don't you?"

    "I love you."

    "Tell me."

    "I love to put my cock into your cunt and feel it suck the juice out
of my balls."

    I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled his chest against
my tits. "Feel my nipples against your chest."

    "Yes. I feel them. Rub them on me. Fuck me Becca. Suck me with
your cunt."

    "I want to see you cum." He was pounding me hard. I couldn't really
fuck him because his body was so tight against me. He just kept
pushing hard and releasing the pressure. The ache was growing and
spreading again. A new sort of heat was building deeper this time. He
pulled his cock out, stood up and let his cum hit my tits and down my
tummy over my mound. Streams of cum  (it is so hot seeing his cum
spurt out of the happy little slit on the tip of his cock). Then he put it 
back it in me and let another small spasm soak the inside. When if 
finally went soft, he let it fall out and then bent down to finish me with 
his mouth. God it is sexy having his tongue and mouth where his cock 
had been some of his cum still is. I held his head and ground my pussy
into his face until my cum followed his into his open mouth.

    The other day, I got a little grouchy over some petty thing that Colin
did. I don't even remember what it was and doubt that he does either.
But Teri was upset with me. She put her hands on her hips and said.
"You are so mean to him."

    I said. "Come here Princess and get on Mommy's lap. Mommy
needs a hug." She climbed up (a bit reluctant to let me off that easy).
"I apologized to Daddy. He knows that I'm going to be a little grumpy
with him sometimes. Until the baby comes anyway."

    "No need to be mean to him." She grumbled looking at her feet and
wiggling her bare toes.

    "You know what Mommy?"

    "What sweetie?"

    "Someday you're going to be old and gray. Then I'm going to take
Daddy away from you and have six, maybe even eight, of his babies
for him."

    I had no doubt that she was right. I mean, who's to argue with a
six (a little over six) year old Princess. I Just hugged her a little too
tight, kissed her pretty hair and said. "I'm sure you will Princess....
....It's Okay."

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