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CAUTION:
Reading this story may result in any or all of the following: rapid
breathing, localized swelling, impure and/or unclean thoughts,
itching, chafing, increased heart rate and/or blood pressure,
tenderness in one or more localized regions of the body, condemnation
to the Bad Place To Go After You Die (as defined by local religious
authorities), or any one of a number of Bad Things (depending on local
conditions). Author sincerely hopes Intelligence agency computers get
a hard-on reading this story. Any resemblance to any persons past,
present, future, living, dead, or reanimated (regardless of means or
method) is too fucking bad. Greetings to the National Security Agency.
Use of this story does not mean you will actually have sex. Actual
persons may vary in personality, intelligence, sexual preference(s),
or appearance from those portrayed in this story. Author not
responsible for direct, incidental, or consequential damages resulting
from reading the story. Attempts to repeat, engage in, or duplicate
the actions in this story may produce different results. Readers are
cautioned to make sure the door is locked before starting to read the
story, and to wash hands thoroughly afterwards. Do not confuse this
story with Real Life.

GUARANTEE
I wrote it, and I'm passing it along in case anyone else happens to
like any of the other stuff I've written, and wants to have a look at
this one. If you don't like any one or more of the characters,
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foray into watersports just because someone makes the suggestion; that
kind of stuff just doesn't spin my propeller. If you've read my stuff
before, that's (roughly) what you're going to get. 'Kay?

"Maybe it DOES suck - but at least I *tried*." -- me

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Taxi : Chapter 11

I've been a cabbie for a number of years, and have certainly had my
share of experiences. Some of them happened as a direct result of my
driving a hack; others not so much...

One of the things about driving cabs is that there isn't a lot of
exercise involved. I mean, think about it -- when I'm doing what I'm
paid to do, I basically just sit on my ass all day.

One of consequences of driving a cab is that if you do it for very
long, you run the risk of putting on weight; there are a few guys that
just don't give a shit, and that's pretty much what they look like --
big, blubbery, overweight lumps sitting behind the wheel. There are a
few that are genetically blessed with metabolisms that keep them thin;
me, I don't have that benefit, so I decided that I'd better do
something to keep myself more-or-less in shape. I also figured that it
wouldn't hurt to learn how to defend myself at least a little bit, so
I signed up to start taking karate from a place that was just a couple
of doors down from the extended-hours gym I signed up with. I wasn't
specifically looking to take karate; if it had been any other kind of
self-defense place like judo or boxing, I'd likely have still ended up
there.

The thing was that it was a small enough dojo ... Japanese for "school"
... that there weren't all that many students cycling through the place.
As a matter of fact, in the month after I joined, only 3 others
started there, too; a couple of kids that I figured were probably in
middle school, and a woman that looked like she was maybe in her early
30's. It didn't take long before it was clear that the two kids both
went to the same school, and were almost certainly friends outside of
class. Since they tried to get teamed up together whenever there was
any kind of sparring or one-on-one practice, that pretty much left me
and the woman as partners -- almost everyone else in the place was at
least one belt higher than us.

She was attractive, with butter-blond hair a bit over shoulder-length,
lovely blue eyes, and a nice figure (in street clothes; in a karate gi
[uniform] she was pretty shapeless). She didn't come up but to about
chest-high on me, so when we first started practicing together, I
tended to try and take it easy on her. But she was a lot more
interested in karate (as self defense) than I was, and it didn't take
me long to get cured of any such gallantry -- if I let myself get
distracted by her looks, she wasn't above trying to take my head off
or breaking some internal organ that I was still using. What with the
padding we wore on our heads, hands, and feet, I finally realized that
my chances of actually hurting her were pretty slim, and started
trying to do unto her before she could do unto me. When I'd connect
with a good one, she'd just get fired up and come right back at me --
and likely as not pay me back, with interest.

Naturally enough, there was time for us to learn at least a little bit
about each other. Over the course of a few weeks, I learned her name
was Bonnie, she was divorced, and shared custody of her ten-year-old
daughter with her ex-husband. Though she never said anything about him
directly, I was left with the distinct impression that she welcomed
the divorce and wouldn't willingly have anything to do with him if it
weren't for the kid. She let me buy her a cup of coffee a couple of
times after classes, and even celebrate her first promotion with ice
cream, but that was pretty much it -- she made it more than clear that
she wasn't looking to get into another relationship any time soon.

I was working out in the gym one evening when I saw someone that
looked familiar. It took a little time for me to realize that it was
Bonnie because I'd really only ever seen her in karate class -- the
face-and-place connection was missing in the gym. I watched her for a
little bit as I was doing my routine, and quickly saw that she was as
committed to getting herself fit as she was to learning to defend
herself. When I finally finished up, I had to walk by where she was
working out on one of the machines so that I could get to the men's
locker room; as I passed by, I saw from the corner of my eye that she
did a double-take when she recognized me.

The next karate class, she surprised the hell out of me by all but
demanding to know what I was doing in the same gym she went to. I
calmly pointed out to her that it was just a few doors down from the
dojo, and reminded her that I needed the extended hours it offered
because of the varying hours of my cabbie gig. She didn't seem all
that receptive to what I was saying, so I offered to show her that I'd
joined the gym about the same time I'd started taking karate. That
apparently made her realize that she just MIGHT be suspicious of an
innocent coincidence, and she was appreciably calmer when she said
she'd appreciate that.

I was waiting for her to emerge from the ladies locker room after
class, and when she appeared, I didn't hesitate to pull out my wallet
and show her my gym membership card. The "Member since _____" clearly
showed that my own membership predated hers by nearly a month. When
she handed me the card back, she was clearly embarrassed when she told
me "I'm sorry, Jim. You know I'm divorced, but I never told you that
my ex-husband was a bit... possessive. When we separated, he essentially
stalked me for months, and when I finally got a restraining order
against him, he got some of his friends to do it for him. So sometimes
I get a little paranoid when something like that happens. I hope you
understand, and you're not upset with me."

"No, I'm not upset. Now that I know what the problem was, I can
appreciate how it must have looked to you. We're cool again, now?"

With a smile, she answered "Yeah, we're cool again."

I didn't figure she wanted to hang around and chat, so I just told her
"Glad to hear that. I'll catch you next time, then" before moving to
put my gym membership card away. She simply told me "Next time", and
headed for the door.

I didn't hurry about getting my card and wallet put away, or getting
out to where my car was parked; I was just unlocking the door when I
saw Bonnie pull out into traffic.

It was a few months later, and I was on my way home after a late shift
one Friday evening when I saw a bunch of cop cars coming up on me from
behind. They were all in full "Hollywood" mode -- lights, sirens, and
moving fast -- and I quickly found a spot at the curb to hug until
they'd all gone by. I had just put my rig back into gear when a figure
appeared from between a couple of bushes and quickly jumped into the
back, then told me "Could we get moving, please? I need to get out of
here..."

It took me only a moment to recognize Bonnie; she didn't seem to
realize who I was mostly because she was hunkered down in the back
seat and trying to look in all directions at once. Only when I asked
"It would help if I knew where to, Bonnie" that she stopped to look at
who was driving.

When she saw that it was me, the look of surprise on her face was
priceless -- but didn't compensate for the feelings I got when she told
me "I don't know if I should ride with you, or not, Jim. I got myself
into something that I wouldn't want you to get dragged into. Maybe I
should wait for another ride."

"If you wait, it'll be a while -- this isn't what you could call a
high-traffic area for cabs. What you got yourself into... would it be
what all the cop cars were all about?"

She stayed quiet for a few moments before silently nodding her head.
"Suppose you give me a little idea of what's going on, and let ME
decide if or how much I'm willing to get involved. If I don't help
you, I won't turn you in, either", I suggested.

She hesitated a bit before finally telling me "I got started with an
animal rights group some months ago. At first, it was just helping at
their facility, but then they started asking me to join them for other
things. Each time, it was a little more... unofficial. Tonight, we got
into a research place a few blocks from here to rescue some of their
lab animals -- dogs and cats. I was pretty much okay with that until
some of the people I was with started trashing the place, and a couple
of others started hiding some kind of devices around the place. That
was when I bailed on them. I guess they weren't as good with the
alarms as they thought they were, either, because I barely got away
from the building when a bunch of security people turned up. After
that, I started hearing the sirens and everything, and got as far away
as fast as I could."

I nodded my head and told her, "Okay. You were doing something
illegal, but you stopped before it got too serious. I can live with
that,", before getting us moving.

I'd gone only a few blocks when we came up on what could only be
called a police roadblock: a couple of cruisers parked diagonally
across the street, nose-to-nose, with only enough room for a single
vehicle to pass between them. I could see Bonnie starting to get
scared in the back seat, and quickly told her "Just stay calm, and
pretend you're tired and sleepy -- look out the window, and don't pay
any attention to what's going on."

She nodded her understanding, and was ready when I stopped next to the
cop with a lighted wand signaling me to do just that. I recognized
him, and asked "What's the deal, Sarge? Somebody just rob a doughnut
shop, or something?"

He recognized me, too, and laughed before answering "Nah, not that
bad. That medical research outfit over on Figueroa had a break-in, and
we're trying to catch some of the ones that got past their security.
What're you doing here, Jim?"

"Just getting the lady home from work."

He gestured to where I hadn't dropped the meter flag and asked
"Picking up a little money off the books?"

"Nah, just doing a favor for a friend of a friend. She just got off a
late shift over by Helms and Industrial. Her old man has a broke leg
and their car is tits-up until she can get a leak in the radiator
fixed tomorrow. Instead of making someone else get out of a warm bed,
I said I'd get her home when she had to work overtime tonight."

Nodding, he asked "Where you headed?"

"Olive and Elm. You said it was that medical place?"

"Yup."

"Figure it might have been some of those animal liberation types?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Way I hear it, sometimes they leave little 'presents' behind to screw
things up when they hit some place. Hope your guys are watching out."

He considered that for a moment before telling me "Y'know, you're
right. Might not hurt to remind 'em. Go ahead, Jim. Catch you later."

As I put my hack in gear, I answered "Catch a bad guy for me, Sarge",
then carefully eased my way between the two patrol cars. As I was
pulling away, I could see him talking to someone on his radio.

A block later, I asked Bonnie "Okay, now where am I really taking you?"

The address she gave me wasn't drastically off course from the
direction I was headed, but I still gave it several more blocks before
turning off the street I was on. As I was driving, Bonnie asked me
"What's at those places you told him?"

"Helms and Industrial has a lot of small manufacturing outfits. That
suit you're wearing doesn't have any loose cloth or anything to get
sucked into a machine." She looked at the dark blue jumpsuit she was
wearing, and nodded her understanding before I continued "The area
around Olive and Elm is ass-deep to a tall giraffe in apartment
complexes, and the street we were on was a perfectly reasonable way to
get from your 'work' to 'home'."

After that, she didn't have anything else to say until I pulled up at
the address she'd given me. It was a small house on a small lot, but
neat, tidy, and looked to be in good repair. It took her a few seconds
to realize we weren't moving; when she came out of whatever daze she
was in, she told me "Thanks, Jim. I owe you more than I can say. Will
you at least let me pay you for the ride, and maybe have a drink? I
need somebody to talk to, and I think you're just the person."

I considered it for a moment before answering "Okay, I'll take you up
on the drink. Don't worry about the ride; I was on my way home,
anyway, and getting you here isn't much off of that."

She graced me with a smile, and got out. She waited until I'd shut
down and locked my rig before leading the way to the front door. The
outfit she had on was pretty damn form-fitting, and I could see that
she had a particularly fine ass sitting atop a couple of nicely-shaped
legs and from the way she moved -- that she was not just fit, but
graceful as well. It was nice watching her walk ahead of me.

The inside of her place looked to be fairly nice. It wasn't loaded
down with antiques or anything, just simply furnished and decorated.
The couch she directed me to was large and very comfortable; when I
was seated, she told me "I'm going to go ahead and change out of this
into something more comfortable. It won't take me but a minute. What
would you like to drink?", followed by a list of the liquors she had
on hand. I named my preference, and she said that sounded good to her,
too. With a brief "I'll be right back...", she left. As I was sitting
there, a couple of cats wandered in, and both came over to check me
out. It didn't take long for one of them to take up station on my lap
so she could purr at me while I rubbed one of her ears; the other sat
on the arm of the couch where he found my chin-rubbing skills
acceptable. We were still like that when Bonnie made her reappearance
-- wearing only a too-large football jersey and a pair of panties. I
knew the jersey was all she was wearing up top by the faint swaying of
her breasts as she moved; the panties were revealed when she sat at
the other end of the couch after setting my drink on the end table,
and tucked her legs underneath herself.

A clearly amused Bonnie told me "I see you've met Antony and Cleopatra."

"Yeah, they came in to see who the tourist was, and decided I was okay."

"Oh, Cleopatra likes pretty much everybody, but Antony's a little
pickier. Actually, I'm surprised and impressed that he's letting you
touch him."

"Okay, the surprised I can understand. But impressed?" I asked.

"Yeah, impressed. If Antony is willing to let you rub his chin like
that, then it tells me a lot about you; most people don't like, or
don't understand, cats enough to be able to relate to them. You do,
and that's actually kind of rare."

I smiled as I told her "I'm owned by a cat at home" -- she laughed --
"by the name of Demosthenes, so I get plenty of instruction on how to
please my betters."

She got a slightly puzzled look on her face and asked "Demosthenes?
That sounds familiar... Greek, I think, but I can't remember exactly."

"Demosthenes was guy in Greek legend that wandered the countryside
with a lit lantern, day or night, looking for an honest man."

"And has your Demosthenes found an honest man?" she asked, taking a
sip of her drink and watching me over the rim of the glass.

"If he hasn't, it isn't because I don't try", I answered.

About that time, Antony decided that he needed some attention from
her, and simply walked across me to get to where Bonnie was sitting --
much to her amusement. With my hand free, I took a sip of my own
drink, which turned out to be some damn fine scotch. When I set the
glass down again, Bonnie asked "How is it that an honest man is
willing to tell lies to a police officer?"

I considered what I wanted to say for a few moments before answering
"You told me that you were involved with those animal rights types,
but that you bailed out on them when they started trashing the place
and leaving those whatever-they-were things around. The way I figured
it, there wasn't any purpose to letting you get busted for the crap
they were doing. Yeah, you went IN with them, but you also left when
they went too far. I think that it would be a bigger injustice for you
to get lumped in with whatever punishment they get, than it was to lie
to the Sarge. If I was wrong about you, then you'll probably end up
getting busted for something else later on. If I was right, then this
was the wakeup call you needed to get your shit together. Either way,
I don't think it's likely to happen again."

"Well, it was a wakeup call, and I am going to get my shit together,
as you put it. I can only hope that those clowns have at least some
honor, and don't get ME arrested, too, because they're mad I ran out
on them."

"You said that it wasn't long between the time you decided to split,
and when the security people turned up?"

"No, not even a couple of minutes, I don't think. Why?"

"They may decide that you just did a better job of hiding or getting
away than they did. Or it may pop into their heads that you left
because you knew security was coming -- there's no telling. Whichever
way it goes, you still need to figure out not just what you're going
to do, but what you're WILLING to."

"What do you mean 'willing to do'?"

"I mean, if you decide you don't want to be part of their group any
more, how far are you willing to go to keep it from happening? If they
threaten you with something, what then? Do you give in, or are you
going to 'fess up to the cops if necessary to put an end to it? That
kind of thing."

She nodded her understanding, and got lost in her own thoughts for a
bit. After I'd taken another sip of my drink, she came out of it and
asked "What do YOU think about all of this? What I was doing, and who
those folks are, and such?"

"I don't fault you in the slightest for your desire to help abused
animals. I know that there are still too many places that don't follow
the 'rules' about how they treat the animals they use. One of the
arguments used by animal rights people is that animals are animals and
people are people, and that there's nothing to be learned from using
an animal to try and find cures for human problems. Except that any
biologist will tell you that there are similarities between humans and
some animals. So while finding a treatment for heart disease that
works on, say, a pig isn't an exact cure for a human, it's certainly
close enough to let them know whether or not to at least try it on
people. Another part of the deal with them is that they try to lump
all animal researchers together, so that if or when they find even ONE
that abuses animals, they can use that as justification for going
after ALL such research. Before you went to that place tonight, what
did you know about them?"

Embarrassed, Bonnie admitted "Not much. Nothing, actually, except what
the others told me."

"Think back about how the animals looked tonight, and decide whether
or not they looked 'abused' to you."

She did, and when she was done, she told me "They didn't -- not even a
little bit. They were all friendly, and seemed to be pretty happy, and
in good shape."

"That's because the place you went to does BEHAVIORAL research, not
medical. You probably missed the newspaper article some months ago
that told how that facility even has what they call a 'Care Critters'
program to take dogs and cats into hospitals as therapy for some of
the patients. All they ever do with the animals they have is try to
figure out why the animals do what they do; none of them is EVER given
any kind of drugs or chemicals, injected with anything, operated on,
or anything else. In fact, there's a waiting list of people that want
to adopt their test animals when they're done with them. Does that
sound like the kind of place that was worth the crimes you committed?
Trespassing? Breaking and Entering? Theft? Burglary? Or any of the
things that the other folks with you started doing?"

The look on Bonnie's face was all the answer I needed before I
continued "I'll bet you feel some affection for Cleopatra, here --
maybe even love her. But if your daughter was sick, and the doctors
told you that the cure for her might -- not would, but just 'might' --
be found if they could do some experiments with Cleopatra, what would
you do?"

Again, Bonnie's expression was answer enough for me to continue "What
a lot of people don't think about is that when the animal rights
people say that the rights of the animals counts for more than the
results of the medical and scientific research, those groups are
saying that the rights of the animal count for as much -- or even more,
since they don't want the animal involved -- than those of the people
who would benefit; and when you boil it all down, that means that
they're saying the rights of an abstract animal count for MORE than
the rights of an abstract human being -- which is the same as saying
that they don' t think that people count for as MUCH as animals, never
mind more. So the same animal rights people that steal animals from
research facilities are stealing the futures of the people that depend
on that research to stay alive. In essence, they're saying that the
life of this cat on my lap counts for more than the life of your
daughter. Are those really the kind of people you want to associate
with?"

After taking another sip of my drink, I finished "If you really want
to help abused animals, then fine -- help abused animals. Make sure of
who you're targeting, and what they're doing. And do it legally;
letters to the companies, telling your friends and neighbors, that
kind of thing. Hell, organize a protest outside their company, if
that's what it takes. But the minute, the second you try to deny those
people the rights to THEIR property, then you're effectively
forfeiting your own."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You told me you're an accountant?" I asked. She nodded, and I said
"Research places get their animals one of two ways. Either they have
to buy animals with specific characteristics, like lab rats that have
been raised in a sterile environment and don't have any antibodies to
diseases, or they get ordinary animals from the open market, like
breeders or even shelters. Either way, they have pay for the animals.
So when somebody comes in and takes the animals away, they're STEALING
them. When those folks were trashing that facility tonight, and
planting those devices, they were destroying someone else's property.
They did all that because THEY thought it was right to do something
illegal because THEY thought their reasons were 'right'. Now, if it's
okay for them to do something like that, why wouldn't it be equally
right for someone that doesn't like accountants -- remember, there are
some accountants that are involved in organized crime, for example --
to do the same thing to YOUR company? Or even you? What's the
difference, if the only justification is the intensity of the desire
to correct what they perceive as a wrong? Isn't that the whole reason
we have laws? To protect ourselves from that kind of thing?"

Bonnie sat silently as I added "I've got a pretty simple way of
deciding whether some action on my part is 'fair', or not."

"What's that?"

"I just switch the whole thing around to look at it from the other
direction -- how would I feel if this was happening to ME? Would I be
just as happy with how things turn out if I was on the other side,
knowing what I know now?"

"For example?"

"Okay, how about something like gay marriage. Most of the people
saying it's wrong are straight, and in the majority. Let's turn the
whole thing around, then -- gay people are in the majority, and they're
trying to pass a law that only GAY marriage is legal, and that
heterosexual couples can only have 'civil unions' and such. Would that
be fair? No? That brings up something that far, far too many people
aren't willing to do -- just leave other folks alone. If you don't want
people interfering with YOUR life, then you have to show them the
courtesy and restraint of not messing with THEIRS. You don't have to
like it, but if you want others to respect your rights, you have to
respect theirs -- which gets us back to deciding whether or not
something is 'fair'", I finished.

Bonnie was silent for several seconds before asking me "How the hell
did you get so smart?"

I had to laugh before I answered "I'm not smart. If I was, I'd be a
hell of a lot richer. No, I've had to study, and think about what I
figured was important, and what it meant."

"What are you, some kind of philosopher or something?" she asked.

"Or something", I answered -- which prompted her to ask what I meant,
followed by my having to explain how I'd dropped out of college while
studying for a Philosophy degree, and settled on driving cabs. By the
time I was done, I could see that she wasn't entirely sure that I
wasn't just pulling her leg, or making it all up. We sat there for
several minutes with her contemplating me as we sipped our drinks. She
finally broke the silence by telling me "I think I'm going to have to
believe what you just told me about yourself. What you said, and the
way you were explaining things... it all sounded just too damn... well,
philosophical. But how does that 'applied philosophy' thing work?"

I had to smile as I told her "You tell me. That's what I was doing
when I was talking to you about what happened tonight, and the people
you were with. Did what I had to say help you any?"

Slightly chagrinned, she answered "Yeah, it did, as a matter of fact."

"Was that what you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was. And I was right about you being the person I needed to
talk to, too."

I smiled before telling her "That's nice to hear. It's getting a
little late, and I think I'd better head home before Demosthenes
starts thinking I've abandoned him."

Both of us stood up, and after I'd tipped my glass to drain the last
few drops out of it, Bonnie took it from me. She escorted me to the
door, and after I'd opened it, she said "Thanks again, Jim, for not
just being there when I needed a ride, but someone to talk to."

"I'm glad I was able to help", I assured her. She surprised me by
reaching up to hook a hand behind my neck and gently pull me down to
where she could give me a kiss on the cheek before releasing me. When
I was standing up again, she blushed and said "That's just for being a
decent guy."

I just smiled again, and let myself out; I heard the door close behind
me, and waited until I heard her turn the deadbolt before heading for
my cab.

After that, Bonnie was noticeably more sociable with me. Oh, she'd
still try to punch my heart out when we were sparring, but was
friendly enough otherwise. She was even willing to smile at me the few
times we saw each other in the gym.

Several weeks later, I'd had a busy and profitable day and was
thinking about knocking off early when I got a call that someone had
asked for me at one of the financial outfits in town. None of my
regular customers worked there, so I was wondering who'd called when I
pulled up in front of the place -- only to be surprised when a grinning
Bonnie came out. I had the door open for her when she got to my rig,
and once she was seated I got myself behind the wheel and asked "I'm
not complaining, you understand, but why am I presumably driving you
home?"

Laughing, she told me "I had to work late, and missed my carpool. I
figured if I had to take a cab, I might as well see if it could be
with someone I know."

I smiled at her via the mirror, and got us headed toward her place.
When we got there, it was still light enough outside to see that her
front door was open and that there was a guy looking around --
apparently watching for her. In the back seat, I heard Bonnie mutter a
soft curse before saying "I told those assholes that I wasn't coming
back. Why the hell can't they listen?"

Turning to look at her, I asked "Something going on? Need me to call
the cops or anything?"

That seemed to make her remember who was driving the cab she was in,
and she contemplated me for a few seconds before saying "No, I don't
need a cop. As for the 'anything', yeah, I could use your help, if
you're willing. The 'something' is that those assclowns from the
animal group have been after me to come back, even after I told them
'no' -- several times. Now the bastards are breaking into my house!"

I could see on her face that she remembered the talk we'd had, and
didn't miss the irony of what was happening as she asked me "Jim, I've
tried everything else; I guess I'm just going to have to convince them
to leave me alone. I'm hoping it won't come to that, but I'm afraid
this may get physical. Would you be willing to come in with me, and
back me up?"

My answer was to simply drop the flag on the meter and radio the
office that I was going off shift. Once they'd acknowledged the call,
Bonnie and I both got out. When the guy in the doorway saw us, he
disappeared farther inside the house; I followed Bonnie inside, where
we found him and 3 other men in her living room. Two of them were
sitting on her couch, while the guy at the door and another were
standing a little inside the doorway. I stopped just inside the living
room, while Bonnie headed straight for the two on the couch, telling
one of them "Charles, I told you that I wasn't coming back, and I
meant it. Why the hell won't you listen to me, and what the fuck do
you think you're doing breaking into my house?"

The two on the couch stood up, and one of them (Charles, I figured)
stepped forward to tell her "Nobody quits, Bonnie. We've got to save
the animals from those places, and we need people like you to do it.
Why did you leave, anyway? We thought you might have called the goons
down on us, except they showed up too soon after you left; we figured
you must have just gotten away."

Bonnie told him "Well, I quit, whether you like it, or not. I left
because shithead over there" -- she gestured to the guy that had been
at the door -- "started trashing the place while that other jackass was
busy. I saw in the paper that he was planting smoke and stink bombs
behind; how the hell does that help the animals?"

"We have to tear those places up! If we didn't, it'd be too easy for
them to just get more animals and pick up where they left off. We
leave other stuff behind to slow them down about fixing what we do
while we're there. It doesn't do any good to just liberate the animals
if they can get more and be back at it in just a couple of days!
Besides, we can usually use some of what we find to show other people
what they're doing to the animals they're abusing. We used the smoke
and stink bombs because that building was too close to the oxygen
tanks for the hospital to leave incendiaries!" Only after the last
sentence had left his mouth did Charles seem to realize what he'd
said, and admitted.

"So if you'd had your way, you'd have torched the place, too. Fucking
marvelous. Well, that's why I don't want any part of you assholes any
more, Charles. That place wasn't doing anything to hurt the animals. I
looked them up, and all they do there is test what the animals DO --
how they think, and that kind of thing. No operations, no drugs, no
chemicals, NOTHING like that. Did you know they even take their
animals into hospitals and retirement homes and such as therapy for
people, to help cheer them up, and make them feel better?"

"But they're still holding all those cats and dogs against their
will!" Charles declared.

"Against their will, my ass! When we let the dogs out of their cages,
there wasn't a SINGLE ONE of them that tried to run away, like you'd
figure they would if they were being abused. Hell, all the ones I saw
came over and just wanted to play! The cats weren't even afraid of the
dogs, you asshole. We weren't 'liberating' shit; just stealing and
tearing up what belonged to someone else -- and I'm not going to do
that any more. Not for you, not for your group, not for anybody. So
you and your shithead friends get the hell out of my house, and don't
come back. If I see any of you assholes again, I'm calling the cops --
even if it means that I have to go to jail, too. What you're doing is
WRONG, but you're so full of yourself that you can't see that. Well, I
do, and I don't want any part of it. Now get out!"

Charles tried a different tack then, telling her "I'm telling you,
Bonnie... if you don't come back, you'll regret it", threateningly.

Bonnie laughed before she answered "Big fucking whoop. Dumbass over
there couldn't even disable their alarm system right. What the hell
have I got to be afraid of?"

Visibly angry, Charles suddenly yelled "Get 'em!"

While Bonnie and Charles had been going back and forth, the two with
me had shifted their positions a bit; the one from the door had moved
to stand a little to my side while the other got himself facing me. So
when Charles yelled, the one in front of me started to move like he
was going to tackle me. I short-circuited his plan with a snap-kick to
the balls; the other one grabbed my arm and pulled me around before
trying to nail me with a haymaker. I blocked his punch, and followed
through with a quick chop to his collar bone -- and heard it snap
before his face turned a pasty white. When I looked over to see if
Bonnie needed any help, I saw that she was doing fine; Charles' friend
was laying on the floor moaning with his hands on his knee. Charles
hadn't moved from where he was -- which was probably a good thing,
since Bonnie was slightly crouched and had her fingertips just a tiny
fraction of an inch from his eyeballs. When he realized that she could
easily have blinded him for life, Charles turned ghostly pale before I
heard Bonnie tell him "Charles, you're a fucking idiot. I'd probably
be doing the world a favor if I just killed you right where you are.
But that's probably more bother than it's worth, right now. So I'm
going to tell you something. I'm going to say it plain, and simple,
and in little words, so that even you can understand it -- I... am... not...
coming... back. Did you hear what I just said?"

I heard his soft "Yes."

"Do you understand it?" she asked. Again, he said that he did, and she
wanted to know "Do you believe me now?"

He managed to stammer that he did, and she quietly told him "Good. I'm
not going to tell anyone what I know about your operation. Not because
I don't want to go to jail, but because I just don't want anyone to
know that I ever had anything to do with you and your bunch of losers.
IF, however, you ever bother me again in any size, way, shape or form,
I'll make it my personal goal and life's work to see you and every
other asshole LIKE you put away. And if any of you assholes tries to
come after me for what happened here, I'll fucking kill you. Got it?"
before pulling her hand back from his eyes a bit.

Slowly and carefully, Charles nodded that he did. Satisfied, Bonnie
told him "Now, get your sorry ass out of my house, and don't forget to
take your garbage with you. If I can still see anything even
associated with you five minutes from now, I'll call the cops anyway.
Get moving!"

With that, Bonnie took a couple of steps back and stood up again --
while keeping a wary eye on Charles. He didn't say anything, and
leaned over to help his companion get to his foot -- the one leg was't
functioning properly, and the guy could only stand on the other. My
playmates weren't in appreciably better shape; the one with the broken
collar bone moaned as he moved to help his buddy get up. Hunched over
and holding his crotch, the one I'd kicked managed to shuffle toward
the front door; Charles followed, supporting the other guy, while the
last one followed along. Bonnie and I followed them outside, and
watched as they helped each other into a van that was parked a few
vehicles down the street. Bonnie called out to them "You're almost out
of time, morons. Best get moving!"

Thirty seconds later, the tail lights of their van were almost out of
sight. When they had disappeared completely, Bonnie turned to me and
said "I'm sorry for getting you involved in all that, Jim. Those
idiots just couldn't or wouldn't let it go, or get the message."

Looking toward where their van had gone, I answered "I'm thinking they
probably got the message THIS time", making her laugh. When I turned
to look at her again, she said "Come on in, and I'll buy you a drink."

"Deal!" I answered, and the two of us turned and made our way back inside again.

After getting both of us set up with drinks, Bonnie excused herself to
change clothes. When she got back, she was again dressed in the jersey
I'd seen her in before. As she got herself settled at the other end of
the couch, though, I couldn't help noticing that she didn't seem to be
wearing any panties -- at least, if the brief flash of blond pubic hair
that I saw was to be believed.

With her drink in her hand, Bonnie told me "I want to make sure you
understand that I really am sorry about getting you involved with
those jackasses. I must have told them a dozen times since that night
that I wasn't going to help them any more, and they just kept coming
back and coming back and PUSHING me about it. When I saw that idiot
tonight, I finally decided enough was enough, and that it had to end,
once and for all. I wouldn't have been upset or blamed you in the
slightest if you hadn't wanted to help, but I'm glad you did."

"Honest, Bonnie, I was glad to help -- though I'm not all that sure
that you needed it. What mattered to me was that you learned from what
happened, and weren't going to do that kind of nonsense again. If they
couldn't understand that 'no' means 'no'... well, that's their problem.
At least now they know YOU mean it when you say it, anyway."

We sat in companionable silence for a couple of minutes before she
asked me "I'm curious about something. You're taking karate, and
you're fairly good at it. But it seems like there's something... I don't
know... missing when you're in class. If you don't want to answer this,
that's fine but... what are you doing there?"

I smiled, and answered "Maybe what you're getting is the vibe that I'm
just not as serious as you seem to be about it. Sure, I'm looking to
being able to defend myself, but I'm there more for the exercise and
all that than I am for being able to whip somebody's ass. I'd be the
same way if that place had turned out to be a boxing gym, a judo dojo,
or any other kind of self-defense school."

With a small grin, she told me "Yeah, I am pretty serious about it.
Like I told you before, my -ex was... possessive. He was also abusive.
He never outright hit me or anything like that, but he sure wasn't
above using his bigger size to intimidate me. After I got divorced, I
decided that I wasn't going to let anyone push me around any more, no
matter what size they were. So yeah, I am interested in karate for
being able to whip somebody's ass -- if that's what it comes down to.
Same thing with going to the gym; since I'm smaller than most people,
I figure I'm going to have to be stronger and have more stamina if
something happens."

I chuckled before I told her "Well, it's working. When we spar, you
damn near wear me out before it's over", and getting an answering
laugh from her.

Another minute went by before she asked something that just about
floored me, "Why haven't you ever tried to hit on me? Get me to go out
on a date with you, or hustle me into bed or anything? Are you gay, or
don't you think I'm attractive? Does me being better than you at
karate throw you, or am I just not your type?"

"No, I'm not gay; and I most certainly DO think you're attractive.
Being better than me at karate only counts for anything if we were
fighting; I don't know that I even have a 'type'. I've left you alone
because you've seemed to make it pretty clear that was what you
wanted. Me, I don't like the little games that a lot of women like to
play; being coy, not saying what's really on their minds, and that
kind of nonsense. Things have changed a little between us since that
night, sure -- but not all THAT much, that I've seen. Of course, I
could be missing something, too, so you'll have to tell me if that's
the case."

She considered that for a bit before telling me "You were right about
me not being interested in any kind of relationship. I married my -ex
right out of high school, and my family was pretty conservative, so I
never really got a chance to learn who I am before. Now that I'm
divorced and on my own, I'm finding that I'm actually pretty happy
about making my own way. And after you helped me that night, I've got
to admit that I was kind of playing you a little bit, to see if YOU
were going to try and make anything out of it. But you didn't, and
that got me started thinking about a lot of things. I've been trying
to get full-time custody of my daughter, but my -ex has been fighting
it with everything he's got. Not so much because he loves her, but so
that I don't have her the way I want. I told you he was possessive,
and that doesn't even begin to describe it, really. The whole time I
was married to him, I had to answer to him about pretty much
everything. To this day, I'm surprised that he agreed to let me even
go to college in the first place. But once I got started, I wasn't
about to quit -- no matter how much he bitched. Between the grants and
other programs, all my schooling cost us was my supplies for notebooks
and such; my classes were all during the day when he was at work, and
even the part-time job I took to cover what little expenses we did
have only kept me out of the house for an hour when he was home. I had
to put school off when I had my daughter, but as soon as she was old
enough to get into day care for the times I was in class or at work, I
was back at it. Except that the son-of-a-bitch made it even worse for
me by dumping all this crap on me about how I wasn't taking proper
care of my family -- not just him, but our daughter, too. All the
suspicions about where I was going and what I was doing and who I was
meeting and talking to finally got to me, and I took our daughter and
bailed out on him. That's when he began stalking me to see where I was
and what I was doing. I finally got enough evidence to prove to a
judge that that was what he was doing, and got a restraining order
against him; that's when he got his friends and some of his family to
do his dirty work for him. That was all happening while the divorce
was going through, and his lawyer made it sound like I was some
paranoid nutcase, and got him equal custody. The last few months, I've
heard from my daughter that he has been bringing home all kinds of
women for the night, and even long weekends. He makes her keep the
door to her bedroom open because he wants to control her, too; and he
kind of 'forgets' to close the door to HIS bedroom, so there have been
times when she's heard him screwing whatever bimbo he happens to be
with at the time."

I just looked at her, and she said "I'm trying to be a good parent,
and not asking her to tell me what happens when she's at his place.
But when I get her, there have been plenty of times when she's asked
ME about something that happened there, and I have to try and explain
it to her without making him look like the bastard he is. There's a
meeting in a few months to see if anything needs to, or should, be
done about the custody situation, and I'm hoping that the children's
advocate the court appointed for her will hear what's going on, and
understand that she shouldn't be with him. The other thing that I'm
hoping will help is the fact that she's coming up on twelve, and going
to be hitting puberty soon -- which would presumably make ME the better
parent for her to be with."

Both of us sat there in silence for a bit before she continued "The
thing that hurts me more than anything else is the fact that he gets
what HE wants by dipping his wick in any female he can get to spread
for him, while I'm so terrified about losing custody of my daughter
that I won't let a guy get anywhere near me!"

With that, Bonnie started crying -- not just tears running down her
face, but in great, wracking sobs. Despite everything she'd said (or
perhaps because of it), I didn't hesitate but a moment to scoot over
and reach out to her. She resisted only briefly before letting me
guide her onto my lap so that I could hold her as she cried into my
chest. Eventually, my soft words of comfort and condolence, along with
the way I was gently stroking her arms and back, began to have an
effect. It probably took a good half hour before all that was left in
her was an occasional sniffle.

I was still sitting there with her on my lap when I heard her say "Oh,
god, now I'm so embarrassed!"

"Whatever for?" I had to ask.

"First I'm kicking ass and taking names, and now I'm parked on your
lap crying my eyes out like a little girl. Your shirt is soaked
because of me; I mean, I was crying and my nose was -- still is! --
running, and everything."

I gave her a gentle hug before answering "Bonnie, it's okay. You've
had a devil of a time with your ex. You want your daughter -- who I can
tell you love VERY much -- with you, and you've obviously been under a
lot of pressure and stress, what with your -ex and those other
characters. All that tension and emotion had to come out somehow,
sooner or later. It just happened this way, tonight, with me. If my
being here triggered it, or made it better or easier for you, then I'm
glad for whatever I was able to do. As for me and my shirt... well, I'm
waterproof, and I can wash the shirt", the last bit drawing a small
laugh from her. Apparently satisfied that she didn't have anything to
be ashamed of and that I wasn't bothered by what had happened, she
seemed willing to stay where she was -- which suited me just fine,
since she made for a pleasant bundle on my lap and in my arms.

Another couple of minutes went by before I heard her tentatively ask
"Jim? Would... would you stay? Tonight, in bed with me, I mean? And if...
if you want to, even make love with me?" while her face was still
buried in my chest.

"Bonnie, why are you asking me that? Really?"

"Because sometimes I just feel so damn alone. As much of a rat bastard
as my -ex was, there were still times that it feel nice just to have
someone warm next to me to cuddle with -- even if he DID suck at
cuddling, too. I'm not looking for any kind of commitment or anything;
I just need some time with someone so I can get my strength back to
keep fighting that asshole and get my daughter here with me, where she
belongs. And no, I'm not offering you 'rebound sex', either. All I
know about is being with my ex, and ignorant as I was, I still knew
that he was a lousy lover; all he ever wanted to do was get it in,
pump 'til he came, then go to sleep afterwards. The only times I got
even close to enjoying it was when he was a little drunk, and it took
him longer to get it up and climax. All the books and magazines I
read, I know it can be better than that... or maybe even SHOULD be, I
don't know. But I am sure that I want to find out. From everything
you've said and done, and all the help you've given me without asking
for anything in return, I think that I can trust you to do right by
me. Even if you're more like my -ex is than I think you are, I'm
hoping that you'll at least try to do better with me. I don't know
squat about sex, but I want to learn -- and I think that you're someone
that I'd like to learn WITH. If you don't want to for some reason,
yes, I'll be disappointed; but I'd still like you to spend the night
with me, if you would. As much as it might have griped me to say it
before, I have to admit that it feels GOOD to be held by someone
bigger and stronger than me, and that's what I need right now."

I understood the law of TANSTAAFL the first time I read it in a book
by the science fiction author Robert Heinlein, and pretty much took it
to heart; I didn't figure that spending the night with Bonnie, or
jumping her bones, was going to be without some cost. But I figured
that it would almost certainly be worth it, and if it gave her the
strength or whatever she needed to continue her battle with her ex,
then I was agreeable.

"I think I'd like that, then. At least spending the night with you;
we'll see how things go on the other", I answered.

Happy with what I'd said, she somehow managed to snuggle herself a
little closer to me. A few moments later, she took my hand from where
it was resting on her hip; after pulling her jersey away from her
body, she calmly slid our arms underneath it until she could put my
hand on her breast before letting go of it and pulling her arm back
out.

Her mammary was warm as it slightly over-filled my hand, and
wonderfully smooth. When I gently squeezed, I found that it was firmer
than I'd expected. A moment later, I ran my thumb over her nipple and
felt it spring up in response. I did it again, and Bonnie lifted her
head to look up at me and say "It... it feels nice, you touching me."

Tilting my head down, I softly kissed her on the forehead before
answering "And it feels nice to BE touching you."

She closed her eyes when I started softly teasing her nipple again,
and I lowered my head again to give her a soft, chaste kiss on the
lips. When our lips separated, she opened her eyes to look at me
again. After she'd searched my face and found whatever it was she was
looking for, she quietly told me "I think I was right to trust you,
and ask you to stay with me tonight. And if you make love with me, I'm
sure I'll be happy about that, too."

I kissed her again, and she readily returned it -- and encouraged me to
continue, and make even more of it.

We spent the next little while like that, with me slowly and gently
exploring her breasts while the two of us exchanged a number of kisses
-- each one a little more inviting and intimate than the last. There
came a point when I felt Bonnie start to move on my lap; when I pulled
my arm out from under her jersey, she quickly moved off my lap to
stand in front of me. Without hesitating in the slightest, she pulled
the jersey off and tossed it to the side -- leaving her standing stark
naked in front of me. I looked into her face, and saw that she didn't
seem to be the slightest bit embarrassed; taking that as my cue that I
was welcome to look, I did.

I already knew that she was fit, and trim. What I saw from looking at
her then was that any "extra" weight she might be carrying was nicely
distributed as padding, softening her shape into a very nice
collection of curves. Her breasts were generally conical, and capped
with small dark pink areolas which surrounded nipples that were
perhaps as big around as a child's pencil. Both sagged only enough to
make it clear that she hadn't had any kind of surgery on them. Neither
of them showed any indication that she'd had a child. Her belly was as
flat as a woman's could be, and the area between her thighs sported a
narrow vee of hair that was the same pale yellow as what was on her
head. I could see that it was thick and short, and had the idea that
it was also going to be soft to the touch. Her legs were slender, but
also visibly muscular. When I managed to pull my eyes back up to her
face, she simply smiled at me and turned around -- leaving me with my
first clear view of her delightful ass. Made up of a pair of small and
obviously tight globes, it was a treasure to behold. I also saw that
the back of her was as smooth and flawless as the front had been;
there wasn't a scar, mark, or blemish to be found on her anywhere.
When she finally turned around to face me again, I had to clear my
throat (visibly pleasing/amusing her) before I could say "Yeah, you're
most definitely more than just 'attractive'."

On hearing that, she came forward again and moved to my lap again,
though moving her legs to bracket mine and facing me full-on. When
she'd moved close enough, I put my arms around her and laced my
fingers together behind her. I didn't doubt that she could feel the
start of my involuntary reaction to the sight she'd presented when she
looked up at me and gave a small wiggle of her ass before giving me a
smile. Her eyes were laughing when she told me "Okay, I guess I can
believe you like how I look now."

With that settled, she reached for the buttons on my shirt while still
looking up at me. When I didn't express any objection, she smiled
again and started unfastening them. Once she was done, she opened my
shirt to expose my chest; after running her hands across it for a
little bit, she leaned forward so that she was pressed against the
front of me before reaching around to hold me close. I was more than
happy to do the same, and we stayed like that for several minutes.

The silence was broken when she told me "As much as it pains me to say
this, I still have to get up and go to work tomorrow -- earlier than
you do, I'm sorry to say. So I think that it's about time that the two
of us went upstairs..."

"I think you're probably right", I agreed. A few moments later, I felt
her release her hold on me and quickly opened my arms so that she
could get off my lap. When she was standing in front of me again, I
stood up, too, before taking her hand and saying "Lead on, MacDuff",
making her laugh. With her naked as she led us up the stairs, I got a
delightful view of the way her lovely ass moved; I was so fascinated
by watching her ass cheeks clenching that it's a wonder I didn't fall
on my face from not watching where I was going. At the top of the
stairs, she led the way to a bedroom at the back of the house; the
room across the one she led the way to had the door open, and I could
see that it was patently her daughters -- at least, if the stuffed
animals on the bed and decorating were any indication.

Bonnie's bedroom was large and sparsely, but comfortably, furnished;
the bed, a dresser, a wardrobe, makeup table and chair, and a few
small rugs at strategic locations on the hardwood floor. She pointed
toward the chair in front of the makeup table as she told me "You can
put your clothes there..." before releasing my hand and going over to
pull the covers down on the bed, and then climbing into it. As I
started getting undressed, she didn't even pretend not to be watching.
When I was done, and turned to move to the bed, I could see that she'd
enjoyed the involuntary show I'd given her -- her breasts appeared to
be tighter than they'd been before, and both of her nipples were
standing tall and proud from the crinkled rosy volcanoes of her
areolas. When I started to get into bed next to her, she rolled onto
her side and told me "Please... on your back. I want to snuggle next to
you."

I did as she asked and discovered that when she said "next to you", it
meant next to me. I think the only way she could have gotten any
closer would have been if we'd been grafted together. It did have its
good points, though -- I could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples
pressing into my side, as well as the soft, lush mat of her pubis
against my hip after she'd curled one leg on top of mine and nestled
her head into my shoulder. When I put my hand on her waist, she
released a soft sigh before telling me "I've missed just laying with
someone like this. I don't care if it would piss of the Women's Lib
types, or not -- it just feels good to be snuggled up with someone
that's bigger and stronger than me. It makes me feel safe, and
protected... and even... loved, a little."

"I do love you, Bonnie", I told her. She tilted her head back to look
at me, and I quickly explained "No, I'm not trying to get you into a
relationship, or professing eternal undying love. I'm simply saying
that the affection I feel toward you is much the same as I have for
any of my female friends; it's just a little more because of how I
admire the strength and determination you've got inside to get your
daughter back, no matter what, or how long, it takes. I'm telling you
I love you because of what I see in you, not because I want anything
from you or as any kind of claim or demand."

She looked at me in silence for a few seconds, then said "When I first
got away from my ex, I was afraid all guys were like him. Then, over
time, I figured out that he was more toward the 'complete jackass' end
of the spectrum. Having met you, and learned who you are and what
you're like... and now, hearing what you just said... I know there are
guys that are about as opposite from my -ex as they could be. You're
one of them. And now I'm even MORE glad that I met you -- and more
certain than before that I want to share myself with you, because I
know that you'll show me what it's supposed to be like when a man and
woman are together. Please, Jim... help me learn what CAN be, so that
I'll have the strength and patience to wait until I meet the one I
want to spend the rest of my life with."

Looking into her face, I could see that she really did want to
experience what it was like to be with somebody that would treat her
differently than her ex-husband had; it wouldn't be "rebound sex", it
wouldn't be "I'll-show-HIM sex", or anything other than a simple
affirmation that sex could be better than what she'd experienced up to
that point.

To try and lighten the mood a little, I put a troubled look on my face
and answered "Well, I suppose I could do that..."

Much to my amusement, it took her a second to realize that I was
teasing her -- and the look on her face was priceless.

But she DID realize I was teasing her, and smiled up at me for a few
seconds before suddenly shifting from being next to me to laying on
me, straddling my hips and resting on her elbows so that her face was
right in front of mine. She took a few seconds to look at my face
before slowly lowering her head to give me a soft, gentle kiss on the
lips before saying "Thanks, Jim. Even joking with me like that makes
me think that you care."

"I do care, Bonnie."

"I know. That's what makes you so special. But we aren't here to get
all philosophical or maudlin -- we're here to fuck!"

I had to smile at her enthusiasm before asking "And just what did you
have in mind?"

"I was never really a participant before. Since I got divorced, I've
found out that there's a lot that I maybe missed out on. If... if you
don't mind, I'd kinda like to, um, make up for that."

"You want to be the one 'in charge', and try stuff that you've read or
heard about?" I asked. She slowly nodded her head, and I told her
"That's fine, Bonnie. I'm not going to feel threatened, or like I'm
any less of a man just because you want us to do what YOU want. And so
you don't have to ask or worry about it, I'll tell you up front that
the chances that you'll do or want anything that'll put me off are
pretty slim. If you're not sure, go ahead and try it; if I've got a
problem with it, I'll let you know nicely, okay?"

I could see that she was relieved by what I'd said, and put my arms
around her as she lowered her head to kiss me again. It was soft, and
affectionate -- and went on long enough that I was able to give her a
gentle hug before sliding my hands down to hold the firm mounds of her
ass.

Our next kiss went on even longer, so I had plenty of time my hands to
learn that her cute little buns were as smooth as they'd looked on the
stairs, and as firm as they'd appeared when she walked. And given the
way her arousal was increasing as our kisses continued, she liked what
I was doing as I alternated between softly caressing them and giving
them gentle squeezes. Only when I was satisfied myself that hers was
one of the finest asses on the planet did I release them to begin
stroking her back and sides. After I'd been doing that for a bit, she
broke off our kisses to raise her body over mine and give my hands
free access to the most obvious signs of her femininity. I was cupping
one of her breasts in each hand when I finally raised my head and
fastened my lips around one of her nipples; as I started softly
sucking on it, she released a soft moan of obvious pleasure and
arousal.

I happily spent the next few minutes focused on her bust: caressing,
kissing, tenderly 'biting' with my lips, sucking on her nipples,
teasing her nipples and areolas with my thumbs, and generally acting
like any teenage boy with his first set of real tits. And while I was
so engaged, Bonnie was making any number of soft noises that let me
know she appreciated my efforts.

I had the peaks of both of her breasts swollen and her nipples hard
and glistening with my saliva when she finally called an end to my
playtime. Slowly, giving me time to give both of her nipples one last
quick lick, Bonnie sat upright before telling me "I never really had a
guy DO that before, and it feels really nice. But there's more I want
to do..." before carefully getting her position reversed so that she was
facing my feet. It wasn't difficult figuring out what she wanted to do
next, and I wasn't surprised in the slightest when she began to ease
herself backwards. It was easy enough to get her to let me help guide
her, and it wasn't long before she was able to lean forward so that
her face and head were in immediate proximity to my semi-erect penis.
It took several seconds of having her just looking at me before she
even touched me for me to understand that she'd never had the chance
(or inclination, anyway) to see a guy's workings before, and really
look at them. Rather than embarrass her by saying anything, I
contented myself with getting my hands on her ass again and
alternating soft kisses to the insides of her thighs. As I was doing
that, she was moving things around, weighing them with her hand, and
generally learning the particulars of male genitalia. Once she was
satisfied with what she'd learned, she didn't seem to hesitate in the
slightest to lift my penis up and take the head of it into her mouth.

Knowing that she had virtually no sexual experience other than being a
passive partner for a guy that didn't care in the slightest about her
pleasure, I pretty much expected that she wouldn't have any way of
knowing what to do or expect. She may have read about things, and
decided she wanted to try them; but that was something completely
different from the actual doing. Still, once she had me in her mouth,
it didn't take her long to decide that there wasn't any kind of bad
taste and realize that I wasn't going to immediately blow my load. So
it was just a matter of a few seconds before she was ready and willing
to get things going.

As she started applying herself toward finding out what giving oral
sex was like, I decided it was up to me to teach her what receiving it
was all about. With my hands still busy playing with her delightful
ass, I started gradually kissing my way farther and farther up her
thighs. I don't doubt that she knew what I was going to do, since she
readily moved her knees a little farther apart to give me slightly
easier access. It also improved the view I had of her womanhood; the
pale delta covering her mons was split between her thighs by the cleft
of her opening. Her labia were of medium thickness, but shorter than
most I'd seen -- and still looked as soft and smooth as they could be.
Slightly dark with her arousal, the area between them was faintly
shiny with her oils. They were also parted enough that I could make
out the entrance to her vagina, which was starting to leak even more
of her essence. It took me only a moment to extend my tongue and
collect a sample of the nectar she was producing. Light and thin, her
oils were slightly salty and sweet at the same time -- and definitely
worth tasting again.

It didn't take as long as I wished it had for me to exhaust the
immediate supply of her juices, but the idea of stimulating her into
producing more had its own appeal; when I started teasing her clitoris
with the tip of my tongue, the vibrations from the heartfelt groan she
released went all the way down to my balls (which she was cupping in
her hand). It also seemed to give her the idea to try and find out if
she couldn't do something similar to me, and she was shortly using the
tip of her tongue to see what she could do. When she got to the area
under the head of my cock, my reaction was more than sufficient to let
her know she'd found a Good-Thing-To-Do.

The next little while went by with her learning what she could do to
and with my cock with her lips and tongue and mouth, while I
demonstrated what I already knew how to do. I'm fairly certain that
both of us enjoyed the hell out of the experience.

Of course, as she tried different things, she found out what worked
well and what didn't -- and she wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to
do even more of the ones that got the kind of response she wanted. She
wasn't particularly good at giving oral sex, but she was most
definitely persistent. I'd taken her to fairly high levels of arousal
a couple of times and then let her slide back a little bit, before she
got me to the point that I was about ready to climax. I was softly
sucking on her labia when she started using the tip of her tongue
under the head of my cock again as she gently applied a rhythmic
suction on my erection. The combination of what she'd been doing was
the final straw for me, and I pulled my lips from hers long enough to
exclaim "Bonnie! I'm going to cum!"

Her only response was to let a little bit of my hard penis slip from
between her lips a she continued her efforts -- which were soon
rewarded by the first powerful blast of my semen into her warm mouth.
I felt her start slightly in response, but she never took her mouth
off me as I continued to try and spray her tonsils with my cum. Only
when she felt me start to soften in her hand did I feel her swallow
before using her lips and tongue to make sure that she'd gotten every
bit of my jism that was available. It wasn't until I felt her let me
slip from between her lips so that she could start licking my flagging
penis that I was able to lift my head so that I could try to bring her
the kind of pleasure she'd given me.

Applying myself with will, it took me only a very few minutes to bring
her to the highest level of excitement; and after holding there for
just a couple of seconds, I pushed her into the abyss of an obviously
powerful release. Even as she was almost convulsing on top of me, her
vagina was pushing out small waves of her essence for me to happily
lap up. By the time the spasms wracking her body had faded, there was
only a small trickle of her oils available. I was perfectly willing to
keep consuming even that little bit of her, but gave it up when I
heard her soft plea of "Dear god, will you STOP that? It feels
wonderful, but I'm too damn weak to enjoy it the way I want to!"

Realizing that I could feel more of her weight on me than I had
before, I figured that she was feeling too weak to support herself
over me as she had been. Resisting the temptation to give her cleft
one last pass with my tongue, I carefully and gently got her off of me
before reversing my position so that we were again head-to-head
(though oriented the 'wrong' way on the bed). Able to see her face, I
could tell that the orgasm she'd just been through had left her pretty
wrung out. She was awake and coherent enough, just tired and
apparently a little overwhelmed by what she'd just experienced. I gave
her a small kiss on the forehead before telling her "Just a minute,
okay?"

She nodded, and I quickly got out of bed and headed for the other door
I could see, figuring that it was to her private bathroom. It was, and
it didn't take long for me to get myself armed with a damp washcloth.
Back in the bedroom, I saw that she'd managed to get herself turned
over on her back -- which made it easy for me to gently wipe her face,
despite her objections that she could do it herself. That
accomplished, I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before going back
into the bathroom again to swap the washcloth for a glass of cool
water. When I was on the bed with her again, she let me help support
her as she quickly drained half the glass, took a deep breath, then
finished it before handing it back to me with a soft "More?"

When I got back with the second glass, she'd moved so that she was
leaning back against the headboard. She accepted the glass from me
before patting the spot next to herself and asking "Could you hold me,
please?"

I was happy to do so, and it wasn't but a few seconds before she was
nestled into my side with my arm around her as she slowly sipped at
her water. I was content to wait to see what she had to say about what
had happened; it wasn't until she'd gone through nearly half the water
before the silence was broken by her telling me "I told you that I
never really enjoyed being with my ex, except for the times that he
was drunk enough that it took him longer to get off. Those were the
only times that I ever had even a tiny climax. Once I got divorced, I
started, um, taking care of myself, and things got a LOT better. But I
have never, ever experienced anything like what just happened. Hell, I
didn't even know anything like that was even possible for me! How the
hell can you DO something like that to me?"

I gave her a small hug before answering "I didn't do it all by myself,
Bonnie. I think maybe it was a combination of things."

"Such as?"

"Such as the fact that you seemed to like what you did to me. Unless I
miss my guess, you liked it a LOT." I could feel her faint blush
before I continued "And unless you're a lot more limber than I expect,
I don't think that you were able to do take care of yourself the way I
was doing it, which you also seemed to like. So on top of the purely
physical sensations, there was the mental stimulation from knowing
what you had done, and what I was doing."

"Yes, I liked what I was doing to you. I was kind of surprised at how
hard it came out when you climaxed, but that was it. And I loved what
you were doing, even if you WERE teasing me. I know you were doing it
so you could taste me more -- I could feel myself getting SO wet! -- but
I knew you were trying to make it even better for me, too. I just
didn't expect 'better' to be THAT good!"

Several seconds went by before she continued "When I first heard about
doing stuff like that to a guy, I thought it sounded kind of... nasty.
But after I got divorced, I finally really thought about it, and
realized that a lot of the things that I had learned while I was
growing up, and after I got married, weren't what they'd sounded like.
I wasn't real sure what to expect when I finally got to try it, but I
was determined that I was damn well going to find out for myself. It
was kind of strange, at first; but once I realized that I was getting
you hard, I was okay with it. You were a dear to tell me when you were
going to cum, but I already got a little bit of a taste of it before
then and it was okay." Only then did she seem to realize that I'd
kissed her after she'd had my cum in her mouth, and she tilted her
head up to look at me as she asked "You didn't mind kissing me after I
did that?"

"Not in the slightest. You kissed me back after what I'd done to YOU,
didn't you?"

Not particularly reassured, she answered "I think it's probably
different with guys... that whole macho, I'm-not-gay thing so many of
you have going on."

I had to laugh before I told her "Yeah, there is that. But you might
also remember that I said that I don't feel threatened or like I'm any
less of a man by a strong woman, either. So why should I feel like my
masculinity is in question if I kiss you after something like that?"

She gave me a little smile before answering "No reason at all. I just
forgot that you're not most guys -- which is something that I'm very
grateful for, right now."

When she'd lowered her head again, she told me "I want to make sure
and thank you for everything you've done the last little while, too.
Wiping my face to help me get myself together, and bringing me the
water, and just being here with me."

"There's nothing to thank me FOR, Bonnie", I told her. "I did that
stuff because I care for you, one human being for another. I don't
doubt that if the situation had been reversed, you'd have done the
same for me."

"Yeah, I would have. But I still appreciate it, because it's something
my -ex never would have even THOUGHT of, never mind done. I'm thanking
you because you're letting me know that I'm right to think that people
that care for each other would do stuff like that."

After Bonnie had finished her water, the two of us sat there in
companionable silence for a while. Again, she was the one to break the
quiet by asking me "I... I don't mean to embarrass you or anything, but...
Sometimes, when I was first married, my -ex would want us to be
together more than just once. In a single night, I mean."

I managed not to laugh, and kept the humor I felt out of my voice,
when I asked "You want to know if I can still make love with you
tonight?"

I could feel her blush as she answered "Well, uh, yeah..."

"I can, if that's what you want. If you do, then how soon is up to
you, too. If you're willing to provide a little stimulation to help
get me going, I can be ready sooner."

I got the answer to whether or not she wanted us to, and how soon,
when she eased herself out from where I was holding her so that she
could park her fanny next to my feet. Then she leaned back with one
arm to support herself before pulling her knees up and spreading her
legs to give me a clear and unimpeded view of the area between her
thighs. With a devilish smile on her face, she sweetly asked "Is THIS
stimulating enough?" before moving her free hand to her mons and
drawing a fingertip up between her labia.

Her smile only got bigger when I answered "Well, it's a start..."

Over the next several minutes, I was privileged to watch as Bonnie
slowly and deliberately pleasured herself. She started by simply
dipping the end of one finger between her vaginal lips and drawing it
upwards, wetting it before using it to softly tease her clitoris. With
each pass of her finger along her cleft and across the nubbin at its
top, she became noticeably more aroused -- which, in turn, only served
to make the next time a little easier and more 'productive'. It wasn't
long before her labia were well-parted, making it easy for me to see
that the area between them was visibly wet with her lubrication; her
clitoris (the size of a small pea) had appeared out from under its
hood, and each time she caressed it, her vaginal opening clenched
slightly... something that absolutely fascinated me. I was
half-expecting the accumulated oils at her opening to start trickling
down when she changed over to slipping one of her fingers inside
herself; when she finally drew it out again, I could plainly see how
wet it was as the delicate aroma of her essence wafted into my
nostrils. She repeated her efforts several more times, each time
probing herself a little deeper and longer. From where I sat, I could
also tell that she was doing more than just penetrating herself -- she
was moving her finger inside herself in different ways, as well.

With the entire length of her finger well-wetted, she shifted her
attentions back to her clitoris again -- slowly circling it with a
fingertip, gently stroking the fleshy pebble of it, and simply putting
her finger on it and pressing against it rhythmically. Her efforts had
a salutary effect on her arousal, and it looked like her juices were
again threatening to overflow the confines of her core when she moved
her hand back down again. That time, she began by working to fit two
of her fingers through her opening. It took her only a little longer
than it had before for her to work her middle and ring fingers all the
way into her woman's sheath, leaving them glistening when they
reappeared as she slowly and deliberately went about finger-fucking
herself. That she was enjoying what she was doing was indisputable,
and it wasn't long before the sight of her fingers moving in and out
of her vagina was accompanied by a soft and faintly liquid sound. Even
without touching myself in any way, the sight and sound and smell of
her was enough to get me almost fully erect -- it was that intimate and
erotic. From the look on her face and the way she was moving, I knew
that she wasn't actually trying to get herself off. Rather, she was
simply enjoying the feelings she was generating, and getting herself
'primed' for having me inside her.

She'd developed a blush of arousal that had extended to include her
shoulders and the upper reaches of her chest when she looked at my
manhood and said "Looks like you're almost as ready as I am..."

"Almost", I agreed.

"Well, even though I can see that you like the warm-up, I think it's
about time we got to the main event..." she told me. Withdrawing her
fingers from the confines of her vagina, she got a sultry look on her
face as she stuck both fingers in her mouth to clean them. If I'd
thought of it at the time, I'd have asked her to save one for me...

Once that was done, she turned toward me and lowered her body so that
she could take nearly half my cock into her mouth. After teasing me
with her tongue for a few seconds, she changed over to gently sucking
on me as she began slowly bobbing her head up and down. With the
addition of the direct stimulation, it wasn't but a minute or so
before I was fully erect. But to my delight, Bonnie kept going for
several more minutes; I could only figure that she really did like
what she was doing, and was duly grateful for my good fortune.

Finally satisfied with her handiwork, Bonnie released me from between
her lips and got to her knees. A few seconds later, and she was
straddling my hips. I took the opportunity to put my hands on her hips
to hold her still so that I could lean forward and get my mouth on her
breasts again -- at least, for a little while. She tolerated my actions
just long enough for me to get the peaks of both of her mammaries
standing proud and shiny with my saliva before gently pushing my head
away. I kept my hand on her hips as she reached between her legs to
take my erection (still slick with HER saliva) in hand and lever it
up. It took only a minor shift of position on her part to get me where
she wanted; the end of my manhood nestled between her labia and
faintly pressed against her opening.

It was when she started to press herself down onto me that I realized
that I hadn't paid attention to something -- with Bonnie's smaller
size, it meant that her hands were smaller and more delicate, too;
which meant that the two fingers she'd been sliding in and out of
herself weren't even close to being the same diameter as my
average-sized erect cock.

Bonnie's first efforts to impale herself on my cock didn't work; both
of us could feel the ring of her opening stretching, but not enough.
Her second attempt went only a little bit better, though she tried
longer and harder. It was when her third try actually started to cause
me physical pain that I asked her to stop. I could see the frustrated
disappointment on her face when she asked "Dammit, it isn't like I
don't want you in me! What's wrong?"

"Couple of things", I answered. "First, you're physically smaller than
I am -- which means that you're smaller there, too; particularly after
you left your husband and didn't have anything keeping you stretched
inside. I know you were using your fingers, but those still aren't as
big as I am. Because of that, we still need a little more lubrication
if this is going to happen without one or both of us getting hurt
along the way."

She silently considered that for several seconds before saying "Okay,
yeah, I can understand the smaller inside part. When my -ex took my
virginity, I thought I was gonna die, he seemed so big", then, with a
grin, she added "As for the lubrication part... well, I think I know how
to deal with that!"

With that, she started sliding the head of my dick back and forth
across her opening to get more of it coated with her oils. After a
moment, she mischievously told me "If you want to suck on my tits some
more, this would be a good time" -- a suggestion that I was more than
happy to accept. As I went back to sucking on her nipples and gently
'biting' them with my lips, Bonnie continued with trying to get the
two of us lubed up enough. Every so often, she'd stop sliding my dick
around and position it at her opening so that she could try to press
herself down on it; each time she did, both of us could feel that she
was getting closer to success.

I don't know whether it was because of what I was doing with her
breasts, or what she was doing with my cock, but Bonnie had been
softly moaning for a little while when she was finally able to get the
entrance to her vagina to stretch enough to get past the head of my
dick. As I'd expected, she was still incredibly tight inside, and it
took several seconds of her just holding still on me before she felt
able and willing to try and get more of me inside. Since I was having
a simply dandy time with her tits, I didn't mind too much as she
slowly got herself worked farther and farther onto my manhood. She'd
make a little progress, then have to wait a bit to get used to it,
then try some more. Every so often, she'd even raise herself up a
little a few times to make sure that both of us stayed wetted with her
juices. The disappointment I felt when she'd dropped enough that I
couldn't easily reach her tits any more was more than compensated for
by the feeling of her warm two-sizes-too-small pussy wrapped around my
dick when her ass was finally touching the tops of my thighs.

After she'd wriggled around a little bit and gotten a couple more
millimeters of my erection through her opening, she told me "Damn, you
feel big. Good, but big! I think I'm gonna like doing this, now..."

With her breasts out of range of my mouth, I had to find something
else to entertain myself with while Bonnie got comfortable about
having me inside her. Her ass was within my reach, and it didn't take
me long to decide that it was an acceptable substitute. I didn't just
play with her ass, though -- she felt good enough around me that I was
looking forward to the time when we could start moving things around.
To help move things along, I also used my hands to caress her thighs,
sides, back, and even breasts to not only help her relax to my
presence, but to try and draw her attention away from where I knew it
must be. Gradually, I felt her begin to relax a bit where we were
joined; a little later, and she started making a few small, tentative
movements as my hard cock inside her became more acceptable. Putting
my arms around her, I pulled her close so that we could kiss; as our
tongues fenced back and forth in each others mouths, I used my hands
to caress and tease every bit of her that I could reach. By the time
she pulled her face back from mine, she was panting softly and the
aroused flush I'd seen on her before was back. Our kiss seemed to have
done wonders toward her adjustment, too; she readily raised herself up
to let perhaps a quarter of my erect penis escape her clutches before
lowering herself back onto it with a smile.

From that point, it didn't take much longer before she was slowly (but
steadily) bouncing herself up and down on my manhood as her breasts
gently swayed, her nipples drawing fascinating patterns in the air.
She was easily making enough of her woman's oils to make the sensation
of her warm vagina moving around my cock a delight -- and the only
thing that made it even possible, considering how small and tight she
was inside. She'd stretched inside to accept me; but what was simple
'acceptance' to her was near heaven for ME. But after the blowjob
she'd given me, I was free to simply enjoy the hell out of how she
felt on me; there simply wasn't any way that I was going to climax
again any time 'soon'.

As her comfort (and pleasure) with what she was doing grew, so did her
enthusiasm. It didn't take much time for her to increase the range of
her motion to the point that she was sliding herself up and down
nearly the entire length of my cock, accompanied by a number of moans,
groans, whimpers, and other noises of arousal and pleasure. I couldn't
resist the temptation, and got her erect nipples between my thumbs and
forefingers -- holding them in a fixed position while her up-and-down
motions caused them to be stretched/pulled at the limits of her
movements. That only seemed to excite her even more, and she got even
wetter around me as she became even more forceful about how she
stuffed herself with my dick on her downward motions.

From sparring with her in karate class, I thought I had a pretty good
idea of how much energy Bonnie had, and how far her endurance could
take her. As she slid herself up and down on my manhood, I discovered
that what I'd thought I knew wasn't even close to what she was capable
of -- at least, not with the motivation she seemed to have just then.
She'd developed a fine sheen of perspiration from her efforts (which
only made her look even sexier to me), but hadn't given any indication
that she was even thinking about taking a break. From the way she was
panting, and the increasing frequency of the noises she was making, I
didn't doubt for a moment that she was enjoying what she was doing;
what I was starting to wonder about was how long it would take her to
orgasm from 'just' having my cock moving in her. I considered the
situation for a bit, and finally decided that since she'd said that
she wanted to learn from me, there wasn't any reason I shouldn't
become a more active participant. With that settled in my mind, it
took me only a second to decide that helping her have a climax before
she exhausted herself was probably a good idea. From there, it was
only a few seconds before I settled on getting my hand between her
thighs and extending my thumb so that when she came down on me, it
would rub across her clit.

When she discovered what I'd done, her first reaction was to open her
eyes and release a deep groan. Her second was to shift the way she was
moving on me; from up and down being at roughly equal speeds, she
changed to the up part being pretty much the same, but the down
happening much faster. As wet as she was, and the way she was leaning
forward, her oils were naturally being drawn down by gravity to her
clitoris, keeping it (and my thumb) well lubricated. It didn't take
her long to discover that there was a limit to just how fast she could
raise and lower her whole body; she simply shifted her efforts so that
her upper body remained still while she arched her pelvis up and down
more and more quickly. I moved my thumb a bit to better accommodate
what she was doing, and earned myself a loud moan of pleasure for my
thoughtfulness. Then when I used my free hand to start playing with
her breasts again -- and particularly gently pinching and pulling on
her nipples -- she seemed to go into overdrive; it couldn't have been
two minutes before she all but slammed herself down onto my cock as
she nearly screamed with the start of an orgasm.

As tight as she'd been before, the additional pressure of her vaginal
muscles clenching around my cock almost had me convinced that I HAD
gone to heaven. Starting from near her opening and progressing deeper
inside, her vagina would tighten around me -- except that when she had
clamped down on nearly my entire length, the deepest part of her would
seem to expand, creating a sensation that felt for all the world like
her insides were actually sucking on me. It was the damnedest thing
I'd ever experienced, and made me look forward to having it happen
when I was ready to climax, too.

Somewhat selfishly, I didn't want her to have TOO strong of an orgasm,
so I refrained from doing anything to intensify or prolong her
pleasure. I wanted her to get herself together sooner than she had
after I'd used my mouth on her, so that we could change positions and
we could start fucking.

When the waves of release coursing through her body began to taper
off, I leaned forward and took her into my arms, supporting her as she
recovered from what she'd just been through. It also gave me the
chance to kiss her again -- lips, shoulders, neck, and even her
earlobes were touched by my lips. I knew she was starting to recover
when I heard her soft "Dear god, I didn't know it could feel like that
to have a guy in me!"

I softly nuzzled her ear (causing her to shiver) as I just as softly
told her "That's what it should be like for you, every time."

She pulled herself back a little bit so that she could look into my
face as she told me "But only when I'm with a guy that cares about
making ME happy, too -- and that's something I'm not going to forget",
before leaning against me again and resting her head on my shoulder as
she finished catching her breath.

It wasn't much more than a minute later that I figured it was okay to
ask her "You think you're ready to go on now?"

She pulled back from me a little bit, and the expression on her face
made it clear that she didn't know what I was talking about -- until
she shifted her weight slightly, and felt that I was still hard and
still inside her.

I was surprised by the troubled look she had when she asked "Didn't
what we were doing feel good for you, too? Did I do something wrong?"

After giving her a quick kiss, I answered "Oh, what you were doing
felt just fine to me; and no, you didn't do anything wrong. After what
you did for me before, it's just going to take longer before I climax
again. With us guys, it's pretty much the opposite of how it is for
women; instead of climaxes happening faster and easier like it is for
you, the more we have, the longer it takes and more difficult it is
for us to have another one", in reassurance. "If you hadn't already
given me one, what we were doing would have finished me off for
certain -- I promise!"

Hearing that everything was okay, it took only a moment for Bonnie to
perk up and tell me "If you still can, then YES, I'm ready to go on!"

"You still look a little tired", I told her. "How about if we change
around a little bit so you can take it easy for a bit?"

She readily agreed, and it took only a few seconds for us to decide
what to do next. My suggestion that I do her from behind visibly
aroused her. Lifting herself off my erection with a small moan of
disappointment, she quickly got herself turned around before getting
positioned on her hands and knees. I got so fascinated by the sight of
her ass and the slightly-drooling slit of her sex surrounded by her
pale pubic hair that she had to wiggle her ass at me to get me moving
again.

When I was positioned behind her, I levered my cock down and got the
head of it wedged against her opening -- whereupon she promptly pressed
herself back and onto my cock, groaning her pleasure as she took
nearly a third of my length before the way her body was lowering
toward the bed forced her to a stop.

Getting my hands on her hips, I guided her back up again before
arching my hips forward and filling her with a single slow thrust that
ended with my pubic hair nestled between the cheeks of her ass,
followed by her impassioned "DAMN that felt good!"

Figuring she might like it if I did it again, I did. After slowly
easing myself out of her so that the tight ring of her opening was
right behind the head of my dick, I again filled her with my manhood.
She didn't bother saying anything the second time; she just released a
soft moan as I felt her get a trifle wetter around me.

That pretty much set the tone for the next little while; me fucking
her with long, slow strokes, each one adding to her accumulating
pleasure and arousal. When I leaned forward to get one hand on her
breasts (I needed the other to support my body), that only increased
how quickly her excitement grew. The problem was that bent over her
like that wasn't just awkward, it was tiring, so I couldn't spend as
much time that way as I wanted to. Still, I managed to get Bonnie
going pretty good, so when I had to raise back up again, she was
pushing back toward me with each of my thrusts.

It took only a few more minutes before I could tell that she was
getting close to having another orgasm. She was noticeably wetter
inside than she'd been when I'd first pressed myself into her from
behind, and I could see that her grip on the bedcovers was tight
enough that all of her knuckles were white. I continued my long and
relatively slow thrusts into her, and felt the start of a series of
progressively stronger and more frequent spasms pass through her
vagina. Mild and infrequent at first, they gradually grew in
frequency, strength, and duration as she clearly got closer and closer
to her release. Between how affectionate and responsive she'd been up
to that point, and how she'd felt around me, I couldn't help but
conclude that her ex-husband had been a complete moron not to have
been able or willing to bring out (and reap the benefits of) the
desire and passion she was so clearly capable of. Well, his idiocy was
benefitting ME, and I was more than willing to do whatever I could to
make the night something that Bonnie and I would both remember
favorably for a good, long time.

With the sensations I could feel in Bonnie's pussy as a guide, I was
as ready as I could be when she slipped into her third orgasm of the
night. My only concession when it started was to hold myself still as
far inside her as I could -- both to savor the feelings as her vagina
again tried to milk my cock, and to keep from over-stimulating her so
that she'd be in shape for us to keep going. With the change in our
position, the feelings she created around me were slightly different,
but certainly no less enjoyable; by the time her climax began to taper
off, I knew that the next time she came, it would be the end for BOTH
of us.

I waited until I heard her breathing stabilize before I started moving
in her again; when she felt me start to slide my cock out of her, she
turned her head to look back at me to exclaim "I sure as hell hope you
climax before too long -- I don't know if I can stand many more of
those!"

I leaned over her again so I could give the back of her neck a kiss
(and her shoulder a little bite) before telling her "No, it won't be
too long. The next time you cum, that'll be it for ME, too."

"Thank god! I went from a guy that couldn't make me cum to one that
makes me cum too much! Isn't there a middle ground in there someplace?
Jeez!"

From the tone of her voice, I knew she was just teasing me. But I
could also tell that she was more than a little tired, too. After
giving her ear a little nibble (which prompted her to shiver), I told
her "If you want, we can change around again..."

She considered my offer for only a moment before telling me "Yeah, I
think I'd like that -- would you be okay with you on top of me? You
know, just plain old fucking?"

"I think I could handle that", I answered, before giving the back of
her neck another kiss. Raising up again, I eased my cock out of her
and moved back a little ways to give her some room. In less than a
minute, she'd gotten herself repositioned onto her back, with her
knees pulled up and her legs spread in invitation for me to again fill
her with my manhood. And again, I had to pause for a few seconds to
try and memorize the sight of her before moving between her smooth
thighs and getting my cock positioned between her glistening labia.

Bonnie lifted her head and watched as I slid myself into her in a
single long, slow thrust; when she let her head fall back again she
didn't say a single word -- only releasing a deep and clearly heartfelt
groan of arousal before wrapping her legs around my waist to open
herself to me as much as possible.

It didn't take long for me to get into a nice rhythm of fucking into
her; the way that I was positioned over her had her nipples stimulated
almost constantly as the peaks of her breasts drew little designs on
my chest as they shifted in response to my thrusts. It felt great to
me, and from the way I could see the flush on Bonnie's face and
shoulders darkening, I knew it was doing even MORE for her. For the
next several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the soft liquid
slapping of our loins meeting and her almost continuous noises of
pleasure and arousal.

I'd reached the point where I knew that my release wasn't far off when
Bonnie opened her eyes to look up at me and say -- between pants --
"Jim? I... I want to feel you in me -- as far as you can get. And... and I
want to see while you're doing it..."

It took me only a moment to realize that that would have me cumming in
her sooner than I would otherwise -- primarily due to the way her
vagina felt when she climaxed. So I was certainly agreeable when I
told her "I'm willing, but it might not be too comfortable for you --
you'll be almost bent in two."

She surprised me by smiling briefly before answering "That won't be a
problem; I've always been pretty limber."

With that, there was nothing for me to do but raise up and support
myself with my straightened arms; Bonnie unwrapped her legs from
around me and brought her knees up toward her head -- and getting them
farther than I'd expected. It was only a few moments before I got
first one arm, then the other, behind her knees and levered even
farther up. Lifting her head, Bonnie grabbed one of the pillows and
got it wedged behind her so that it kept her head tilted forward. That
left us with Bonnie spread wide underneath me, my arms behind her
knees (which were almost even with her breasts), and giving her a
clear view toward where we were joined. The moving around had caused
me to slip out of her a little bit, so that about half my glistening
erection was visible to us before it disappeared between her vaginal
lips. Once more, Bonnie watched as I pressed myself back into her
until the entire length of my manhood was encased in her sheath. Both
of us could see that my pelvis had somewhat flattened the appearance
of her mons because of how deep I was inside. When I started to slide
myself back out of her, I heard her release a soft gasp. When I looked
between us, just as she was, I saw that her labia were clasped around
my cock and being pulled out and away from her body. I stopped my
movement when I felt the tight ring of her opening clenched just
behind the head of my dick, and both of us again watched for several
seconds as her labia remained stretched out. I shifted my focus to
Bonnie's face, and watched as she closed her eyes and uttered a soft
"Christ, that is so hot!"

When she'd opened her eyes again, I began to lower my hips, and both
of us were witness to seeing her labia shift from trying to hold me in
to guiding me when they disappeared from our sight. The scene ended
only when our pubic hair had merged, accompanied by a soft moan from
Bonnie.

It didn't take long for me to repeat my efforts, though I moved a
little faster and not quite as far. Then I did it again, and again,
and again... soon getting into a cyclic rhythm of steadily seesawing
nearly half my dick back and forth through her opening as her
excitement rapidly increased to higher and higher levels.

I was starting to get a little tired, but the faint tingling in my
balls told me that I wasn't far from filling her with my cum when
Bonnie suddenly tripped over into what was clearly a very powerful
orgasm. The incredible milking sensation created by her spasming
vagina was all it took to trigger my own climax. With a deep groan of
pleasure, I tried to stuff as much of my cock in her as I could before
the first wad of my jism erupted. I can only think that Bonnie could
feel it, too, since the pressure of her spasming pussy got even
stronger; she nearly screamed her pleasure as she dug her nails into
my back. The curious milking effect of her vagina intensified and
prolonged my release; by the time I got my senses back, I thought the
next thing to leave the end of my dick would be one of my balls.

Looking down at Bonnie, I could see that she was as stunned by what
had happened to her as I was by what I'd just experienced. It was all
I could do to get my arms from behind her legs, letting them fall to
the bed, so that I could support myself on my elbows over her while I
tried to get my breath. Even the little aftershocks going through her
were amazing as they provided enough stimulation to keep me much
harder for much longer than I'd thought possible. Even so, there still
came the point where I had shrunk enough to slip out of her.

A quick look at her told me that Bonnie wouldn't be in any condition
to do much of anything but lay there and breathe for a while, so I
pulled myself together and somehow managed to get out of bed and into
the bathroom. I quickly dampened another washcloth to wipe my face and
get myself refreshed a little before taking it, and the washcloth I'd
used before, back into the bedroom with me. With the cloth that I'd
used on myself, I gently wiped Bonnie's face before using it to wipe
up the majority of the fluids at her pelvis. The second was used to
collect the semen that was starting to leak out of her. When I'd
gotten what I figured was most of it, I hurried back into the bathroom
to rinse both items out before grabbing a small towel and making my
way back to bed. Folding it over a couple of time, I got it positioned
under her and generally between her thighs -- despite her mild
protests. A quick trip to raid her refrigerator, and I had some cold
sodas handy when I got myself stretched out next to her before taking
her into my arms and simply holding her.

My fingertips were drawing lazy patterns on her hip when I heard her
softly tell me "I'm trying to figure out how I make the way I feel
right now your fault... but I can't. I just wish I'd known what I was
letting myself into -- or to be more precise, who I was letting into
ME!"

I couldn't help but release a short laugh before asking "I've got some
drinks here; would you like one?"

"Yes! But you'll have to help hold me up; that last one was a doozy..."

After I'd gotten myself resting against the headboard, Bonnie was able
to provide a little more than token assistance in helping me get her
sitting up next to me -- not neglecting to make sure the towel stayed
between her legs and underneath her. With her resting against me and
the headboard, I reached over and got one of the sodas and passed it
over to her after opening it for her. She saw me watching to see if
she needed any help holding it, and gave me a half-smile before saying
"THIS much, I can do by myself. Beyond that... I wouldn't make any
bets."

After both of us had taken a few sips, she told me "Thank you for
holding yourself over me after... and for wiping my face and cleaning me
up a little. I knew what you were doing, but that last time was so
much that I just couldn't do or say anything except lay there and try
to breathe! I said that I wanted to learn from you, and I've got to
tell you... you are one hell of a teacher! And so you don't have to
worry or anything, I want you to know that I am not upset with you in
ANY way... not even a little bit. I wanted to be with you so I could
find out what it was like to be with a guy that would treat me right,
and that's just exactly what you did -- and I'm glad of it. I don't
know if you were doing anything 'special' just for me" -- "I wasn't,
really", I told her -- "but you damn sure showed me what it's like to
be with someone that really cares about me when we're together. If you
ever get married, I know your wife isn't going to have any doubt that
you love her!"

After a brief glance at the alarm clock at her side of the bed, she
told me "In the last three hours, you've shown me more care and
compassion, and brought me more pleasure, than I've experienced in the
last ten years. After we'd been in karate class for a while, I decided
that I kinda liked you. And when you got me home that night, and sat
and talked with me, I even felt a certain amount of I guess you could
call it affection for you. But now, after what happened earlier, and
then up here... what I feel is love. Not the romantic kind, like I had
at first with my ex, but the mature, adult kind -- the caring and
concern and wanting good things for you kind that comes from knowing --
knowing, mind you! -- that you feel those things for me, too."

Hearing that, I knew that Bonnie had found at least some of what she
was after; some healing from what she'd gone through with her ex,
feeling stronger from knowing that she wasn't alone in the world, and
starting to learn how to not just give but accept love and affection.
Giving her a soft hug, I told her "I do love you, Bonnie. The same way
I said it before, and the same way you just said it, as one adult
human being to another. Now that I have some idea of what you life
with your -ex was like, I'm sorry about what you had to go through.
Not out of pity or anything like that, but simply because I don't
think anybody should have to put up with that kind of crap. As I've
gotten to know you, I've learned that you're smart and strong and
loving and affectionate and a whole raft of other good things. On top
of all that, you're also a VERY lovely woman, physically, and a
delightful lover. I actually envy anybody that you choose to share
your life with, because of the kind of person they'll be getting."

Hearing that, Bonnie turned her head to look up at me -- and I took
advantage of the opportunity to give her a soft, affectionate kiss
that she readily returned. When our lips parted, I could see that she
would be able to handle the changes that were coming in her life.
After a whispered "Thank you", she lowered her head to rest it on my
shoulder.

I'm not sure how long we sat there; it was Bonnie that broke the
silence to say "I think it's probably time that we actually went to
bed -- you know, to sleep this time? It's already late enough that I
know I'm going to have a little bit of a case of drag-ass tomorrow..."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea", I answered.

Lifting her butt off the bed, Bonnie pulled the towel out from
underneath herself. After giving it a look, she casually tossed it
toward the bathroom before telling me "If there's any of you left in
me, it's not enough to worry about -- and I'm too damn tired to clean
up, anyway. So if sleeping with a woman with a squishy pussy bothers
you, you're just going to have to live with it."

Grinning, I answered "I won't say anything about your squishy pussy if
you won't say anything about my sticky dick. Okay?"

She grinned back at me before answering "Deal! Now lay down, so I can
cuddle up to you and we can go to sleep."

After I'd gotten myself facing her on my side, she quickly matched my
position before plastering herself against my front. After I'd put my
arm around her, I cupped her breast in my hand as she released a soft
sigh of contentment. Reaching back, I turned off the lamp, leaving us
laying there in the darkness. I was starting to drift off when I heard
her soft "Thank you, Jim."

Giving her a soft hug, I answered "You're welcome, dear" -- something
that apparently prompted her to pull my hand off her breast long
enough to give my palm a soft kiss before she put it back. I don't
think that it took much longer before both of us were fast asleep.

The next morning, there wasn't any awkwardness or anything else to
interfere with the two of us getting ready to leave. Bonnie didn't
hesitate to invite me to join her in the shower, where we found a few
pleasant ways to help each other wake up. We easily worked together to
make breakfast, playing a little literal and figurative grab-ass along
the way. Only after we'd shared a loving and lengthy kiss outside did
we go our separate ways.

After that, Bonnie and I continued our karate classes, and continued
to try to wreak mayhem on each other when sparring. Our friendship
continued to grow, and every so often Bonnie would indicate that she
was interested in the two of us spending the night together --
sometimes at her place, sometimes at mine.

It was maybe six months later that Bonnie finally got full custody of
her daughter. The child advocate for her daughter told the judge in
the divorce about what had been going on, and he apparently nearly hit
the roof. Not long after she got her daughter home, Bonnie started
inviting me over to her place every so often for an evening. Though
she was a bit shy with (and suspicious of) me at first, I just treated
her like what she was; Bonnie's daughter, a twelve-year-old female
with her own mind and personality. I didn't try to become her best
friend or a substitute parent, or any of that kind of nonsense. After
a few such occasions, Bonnie was amused to tell me that her daughter
liked me; I was nice to her, but without "sucking up". It took a few
weeks, but Bonnie finally asked me to spend the night with her at her
place; the next morning, I treated her daughter the same way I always
did -- which Bonnie later told me actually made an impression on the
girl because I'd neither acted like it was anything to be ashamed of,
nor did I brag or talk about what had happened. She knew that I'd
spent the night with her mother, and pretty much 'knew' what we'd
done; my actions the next morning had made it clear to her that I
cared for her mother, and simply considered sex to be something
private without being good or bad.

When her birthday came, I got Bonnie's daughter a nice (but not too
nice) gift, and celebrated with them at my place, where she was
delighted to meet Demosthenes.

It was roughly a year later that Bonnie told me that her company was
ready to promote her -- IF she was willing to take the job in another
state. I didn't hesitate in the slightest to encourage her to take it.
After no small amount of soul-searching, Bonnie did just that. A
couple of nights before she was to leave for good, we spent our last
time together and said our goodbyes the next morning. After I told her
"I love you, Bonnie. And so will the guy that's right for you", she
started to cry and said "I love you, too, Jim. And thank you for
everything", before pulling my head down to give me a soft kiss on the
cheek. After she'd released me, she resolutely turned and made her way
to her car before getting in and driving off. Showing the courage I
knew she had inside, she didn't look back even once -- I know, because
I watched her until she was out of sight.

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