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Released to the Public Domain
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Author's note/spoiler.  Skip if you want the surprise.

Back when I started this one, I was thinking of an earlier discussion
somewhere, about 'If you have the gun on the mantle, it's not fair to the
reader if you don't use it'.

I also get tired of cliche's, even when they are my own.  The two I 'broke'
in this story are the expectation that when I write zoo/best-rom, the human
gets the animal, and when there's any action involving a person who has never
fucked an animal, with an animal, they wind up discovering they enjoy it and
add it to their lifestyle, or go zoo exclusive.

The 'gun on the mantle'?

Well, there are *two* 'smoking guns' that weren't used in the traditional
sense, and they are the above cliche's.

If you want to know the details...

Read on.
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First Times
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Irene cornered me before we went home for the day.

"Since it's Friday, see you after work, Danny?"

"I guess.  Any place in particular?"

"How about the Carl's near my place?"

"Works for me.  Couple hours after we get off work?"

"Good!  Bring Hank.  I'll have Carla with me."

I laughed.  "I can do that.  He needs to get out once in awhile, too."

* * *

I took a shower, petted Hank after I got dressed again, then loaded him up
and we took off, a procedure he loved.

Irene and Carla were settled at one of the patio tables, waiting for us, and
once the dogs got their greetings out of the way, we figured out what to buy,
and she went inside while I held on to the dogs.

She surprised me when she brought the food out in a couple of bags.

"Come on, Danny.  Let's load up and go cruising."

I shrugged.  "Ok.  Sounds like you have plans?"

"Uh huh.  Come on.  It was cruising, or go home again."

"You're being terse"

"I know.  I'm nervous."

That got raised eyebrows, she noticed and smiled, then gestured with her
head.  "Let's go."

We loaded the dogs in the back, then us in the front, and before we took off,
she sorted out the food and handed the dogs some of what we'd bought for
them, before she grinned at me and handed me one of my sandwiches.

"I'm not in *that* much of a hurry.  Eat something before we leave.  I want
your full attention, later."

I ate the sandwich, wiped my hands off, and started the car.  "Ok.  Any place
you want to go?"

"Hit the freeway and head for the mountains?"

"Got it.  When are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"When you're settled on the freeway and can spare some attention for what I
have to say."

"Serious stuff?  You sure I should be driving for this?"

"Not really, but I couldn't think of any place more private than one of our
cars, and you're the better driver when we're talking."

"Gods, Irene.  I've never seen you like this before.  Ok."

I got us on the freeway, found my lane to cruise in, and sighed.  "I guess
I'm ready."

"Thanks, Danny.  Confession time.  I'm still a virgin, and I finally want to
do something about it, with your help."

I managed to stop from turning my head to stare at her.  "I always
thought..."

"What about you?  You one, too?  Most guys manage to figure it out very early
in our relationship."

"Yeah.  Ok.  I'm still a virgin.  Weird, huh?"

"Maybe.  You've never asked, so I sort of thought you might be a virgin,
or..."

I laughed.  "Gay?  Forget it.  Never thought about it.  What about you?  Ever
think you might be lez?"

"Sometimes.  I'm pretty sure I'm het, though.  How come you're still a
virgin, anyway?"

"I don't really know,.  At first it was the way I was raised.  Not strict,
but sex is supposed to be special and saved for when you're married.  Then,
after I moved out, I guess no sex got to be so natural, I never thought about
sex seriously, with any of the women I've been around."

"Do you jerk off a lot?  Pictures, stories, or do you think of anyone
special?"

I choked at her bluntness, recovered and tried to stay casual but serious,
like we talked about this stuff all the time.  "Pictures and movies, mostly.
Stories are nice to read, but too much trouble when I'm serious about jacking
off.  This is a weird conversation."

"Some women call it 'jilling off'.  I do it, too.  You ever think of anyone
you've met?"

"Not any more.  Used to in school."

"Kay.  So you figure you'll stay a virgin until you get married?"

"Don't know.  Never been anyone I had the courage to ask, for sex or
marriage."

"Uh huh.  Know what you mean."

We traveled in silence for awhile, and then she shifted so she could watch
me.  "What if there was a way to be a virgin when you get married, but get
laid while you're waiting for the right woman?"

"Talk sense.  A person is a virgin, or not.  It's like being pregnant,
right?"

She giggled.  "Most people think that way.  I don't."

"You're in a weird mood.  Still nervous?"

"Uh huh.  I'm scared, too.  You sure you'll listen and not freak?"

"Already a little freaked.  This isn't like any date I've ever been on."

"Sorry."

She reached and touched my arm, then sighed and leaned back.  "I guess I'd
better just say it, and get it over with."

"I'm listening."

"Thanks, Danny.  I want you to help me lose my virginity.  But, I don't want
you to fuck me.  I want you to help Hank do it.  In return, if she'll let
you, you can lose your virginity to Carla, ok?  That's what I meant when I
said we'd still be virgins if we ever got married to someone.  It would be
true, with humans."

I heard the words, but they didn't really make sense at first,  then, when
the meaning finally got through, I had to force myself to stay calm.

"What am I supposed to say, Irene?  Sure, I know there are people who fuck
animals.  But, it isn't...  I don't know.  Why Hank and not me?"

"You haven't asked me why I'm still a virgin."

"How come you're still a virgin, Irene?  You seem normal, otherwise."

"Thanks.  I guess I do a pretty good act.  You ever thought about what it's
like for a woman grow up cute, then beautiful?"

"Not really.  Hey.  Wait.  Is that why you always dress sorta dumpy?"

"Yes.  I want guys to see my personality, not my body.  If I dress like I
should, then I have problems with the women around me.  Either way, I have
more problems than I want to deal with."

"I always thought you were a good person, but now this...  I don't know what
to think.  I want to say it's wrong, or something sick, but you've been
thinking about it awhile, haven't you?"

"Years.  Lots of pressure when you're beautiful, Danny.  Guys and men want
you as a trophy, and in school, all the jocks expect to go out with the good
looking girls, because that's the way it always is.  If you don't, they call
you a tease, a slut, or worse, and fuck up your reputation even when you
don't put out.  I got called 'The Ice Queen' a lot, you know?"

"I wouldn't know.  I kept my head down, and survived.  Did a few dates, but I
come from a small town, and it wasn't like in the city.  The good guys didn't
fuck, and girls who did, were, like you said, sluts, and some guys might fuck
them, but they'd never take them seriously, or think about marriage with one.
That's another reason I'm still a virgin, I guess.  Guys didn't fuck without
condoms, and if you bought any, the girls would find out and none of the good
ones would have anything to do with you.  Two different crowds, and I was
part of the 'good' one, I guess."

"What about gays and lezs?"

"Had some, and they were ok.  Nobody hassled them.  Wasn't like my
grandparent's generation, when they got beat up or forced to be het anyway."

"And animal fuckers?"

I sighed.  "Don't really know.  Oh, sure, some kids would get accused of it,
but it was all rumors as far as I knew.  Something to laugh about or tease
someone with, but that was it.  I never knew anyone who actually wanted to do
it, or did it."

I took a deep breath.  "Until now.  You scare me."

"Scare you?"

"Uh huh.  I just realized you've been testing me sometimes, haven't you?"

"Yeah.  When I tease you about thinking Carla's 'pretty hot'.  She is, isn't
she?"

"I grew up with dogs.  I like the way they're honest, and yes, she's
beautiful.  Doesn't mean I've ever thought about fucking her, or some other
bitch.  It's like looking at good looking women, I guess.  Beauty has nothing
to do with wanting to fuck them."

"Oh?  Most guys..."

"I know.  Like you said, the good looking ones were reserved for the good
looking guys.  To an ordinary guy like me, they were untouchable.  Still
are."

"So if I dressed good, it would scare you away?"

"Depends.  Maybe not now, but it would have at the beginning.  Women don't
dress up unless they're serious about a guy, right?  How can anyone like you
get serious about me?  I'm a hick and I know it.  Don't know nuthin' about
the rest of the world, just keep to myself and survive, now.   It makes
perfect sense you'd want Hank instead of me, in spite of him being a dog."

"I didn't mean it that way!"

"So you been going out with me for me, or to be around Hank?"

"Shit, Danny!  Your head's really fucked up, isn't it?  I've been seeing you
because you're a good man.  Hank has been a bonus part of the package,
someone Carla can have around for company at the same time.  I have you, she
has Hank, ya know?"

"But when you talk about fucking, it's with Hank.  Sounds like your head's
fucked up, too."

"Yeah...  You noticed?"

"Hard not to.  Wish we could start over."

"Life doesn't have a reboot command, Danny."

I sighed.  "True.  So.  We're both fucked up virgins, who don't have the
sense to do it the right way.  Suppose I agree to help you.  What happens?"

"You're seriously considering it?"

"I like you.  I really wish this wasn't happening, but I don't want to lose
someone I think of as a close friend I can trust.  If I have to help Hank
fuck you, to keep you as a friend, then I will, ok?"

"I didn't put it that way."

"No?  If I say no, and we keep seeing each other, are you going to be able to
stop thinking about Hank?"

"Oh.  I see what you mean.  What about you and Carla?"

"I don't know.  I know she loves attention, but will she let me seduce her or
whatever?  How am I going to know I'm not raping her?  Can we wait on that
for now?"

"Remember I said I've been thinking about it for years?  I started thinking
about doing dogs in school.  I've managed to find information and guides I
think I can trust.  They sound reasonable, anyway.  That includes
instructions on how to get bitches off.

"And..."

"And what?"

"I think I'm bi, in a weird way.  I hope I'm not lez, but there's only one
way for me to find out, and that's Hank and you, ya know?"

I thought about it and sighed.  "That sounds like you're saying you've
experimented with Carla."

"Yes."

I shook my head slightly, then sighed again.  "Ok.  Let's do it.  What
happens now?  I shut everything down before I left, so I don't have to go
home right away."

"You still have that old sleeping bag in the trunk?"

"Of course."

"Good.  I know which motels allow dogs, from other times I've taken off for
weekends or had to go on one of those overnight business things they have me
do a couple times a month.  I'll pay for a room this time, ok?  Then we grab
the sleeping bag to protect the bedding or carpet, and...  See what happens?"

"I must be crazy.  I always thought this sort of stuff was done by...
Seriously sick people."

"Aren't we?  Seriously sick, I mean?"

"Let's go there after we find out if Hank is willing to fuck you, ok?  I have
a lot of thinking to do about why I'm still a virgin, and how I might fix
that condition with a fuck buddy I care for, even if she isn't human."

"You're being pretty calm."

"I'm numb.  You just managed to really fuck up my life, you know?"

"You can still say no."

"Most of me wants to.  But...  Ok.  I'm curious.  And...  It's a chance for
Hank to get laid, you know?"

"What about you getting laid?"

"I don't know.  I've tried to get away from what I was taught, but I've never
felt right about asking a woman to let me fuck her."

"They ever ask you?"

"Maybe.  I don't know how to tell if a woman is teasing, or serious.  And..."

I went silent and she waited for a few miles, then probed gently.  "And?"

"It's embarrassing."

She smiled.  "The rest of this isn't?"

"Yeah, it is, but this is something I've never admitted to anyone.  I guess
you'll find out later, anyway."

"Oh?"

"Yep.  All the dates we've been on?  You ever notice anything odd about me?"

"Shy at first, but you got over that after a few times.  Was I supposed to
notice something else?"

"Huh.  Maybe I should have expected it because you've admitted you're a
virgin, but I always thought you were being polite.  I get off on pictures
and movies, but when I'm with a real woman, there's nothing.  No erection,
ever.  Used to get them after I got home and fantasized, but that's never
happened with you or anyone else, for years, now.  I've never thought of sex
with you.  You're...  A friend, not a possible sex partner."

"Umm...  What about when you watch Carla?"

"Never thought about her being sexy, sexy--and fucking."

"Ok.  Drop it for now, and finish eating?  Motel I'm thinking of is a couple
hours away from here."

"Sounds good to me."

* * *

We ate and shared food with the dogs, who, being typically spoiled, begged us
for anything they could get.

That killed maybe half an hour, and we still had a long way to go, and time
to kill.

The silence didn't last long, and we started talking about work and other
normal stuff, until, eventually, it was my turn to sigh.

"Ok if I talk about...  It?"

"Fucking the dogs?  Sure."

"Thanks, I guess.  So you want Hank to pop your cherry?"

"Don't have one.  Haven't since I was a teenager."

"Oh.  What about using a condom?"

"With Hank?  He's not going to get me pregnant, Danny."

"Yeah, I know that.  But I read a lot, and people talk about women dripping,
after.  Those are my favorite pictures, where she's been fucked and his cum
is oozing out.  I don't think they can fake that, so I'm pretty certain he's
orgasmed inside her."

"I can douche, later, if I feel like it.  What about you and Carla, if you
fuck her?"

"Scares me.  Haven't made up my mind yet, but I guess if I'm going to do it,
I should go all the way, and that means bareback, right?  Besides, I've never
bought condoms in my life."

"If you're asking me if I have, no.  I've been on the pill to be safe, but
that's it."

"Umm...  Ok.  I've seen a few pictures of women fucking dogs, but never
really jerked off to any, because I have to be able to think I'm the one
doing the fucking."

"Makes sense."

"Thanks.  What about that bulge at the base of his dick?"

"Scares me.  That's another reason I want your help.  Hopefully, you can stop
it from going in the first time."

"You won't be able to?  I've seen him mount bitches, and he's fast."

She sighed.  "Maybe I can hold him back.  Hope so, but if not, there's
something else I want you to do."

"Oh?"

"Yes.  I figure he'll let you keep him from turning completely around.  I
want him on my back or at my side.  If he pulls free, it's going to hurt a
lot.  I don't want that to happen."

"This is weird."

She giggled.  "You said that earlier."

I had to laugh.  "Well, it is.  We've always been good friends, but the first
time we talk about sex, it's with our dogs, and not each other."

"Would you fuck me if I asked you to?"

I shook my head slightly after I thought about it for a few minutes.  "I
wish...  Sorry, Irene, thinking of fucking you doesn't do a thing for me.  I
guess all the early stuff is still there, and it would have to be after we
got married."

"What about fucking Carla?"

"I can't believe I'm seriously considering that.  Yes,  I think I can do
that, if the two of you can convince me I'm not forcing her."

"You don't want to feel like you're raping her?"

"Yeah.  Exactly.  I know she can tell dogs what she wants, but I don't know
how she could make it clear to me.  Hey, what about Hank?  How's he going to
know what you want?"

"How else?  I'll see if he'll lick me, then, if he likes that enough, we'll
see if he's willing to fuck me.  Ever heard of an intact dog that wasn't
willing to fuck a willing bitch?"

"You're not a bitch."

"Close enough, and I guess I'd better admit I have a way to cheat a little."

"Cheat?"

"Yes.  Last time she was in heat, I soaked a wash cloth with her fluids.  I
have it with me, and will use it if I have to."

"Sounds like you want to get fucked, and don't really care about how Hank
feels."

She sighed.  "It's not like that.  We've known each other for years, and we
like each other, right?  I'll just be telling him it's ok if he wants the
sex, too.  It's like...  Seducing him.  Be the same for you and Carla,
right?"

"I guess.  Hard to get my head around it, though."

"That's better than not trying, right?"

"Maybe.  It's going to be awhile before I can really adjust to things."

"But you think you will, eventually?"

"Yes."

"Good.  Umm...   I've had a long time to think about it."

"So?"

"So guys try to cop feels, right?"

"Some do.  Some don't.  I never did."

"This is about me.  I'm pretty sure Hank will fuck me."

"Been coping feels of his dick and he likes it?"

"Not exactly.  Those games we play, when he's on his back and I straddle him
and rub his chest?"

"Yeah.  He loves the attention.  Carla likes it that way, too."

"Uh huh.  Think about it.  He's on his back with his legs apart, and there I
am, squatting on him.  Remind you of anything?"

"What should?...   Oh.  You been doing things I can't see happening?"

"Some."  She giggled.  "He gets hard sometimes and I can feel it, then I
sorta move around and rub his dick while I'm petting him."

I laughed.  "Ok.  Seduction and foreplay, right?  And you're tired of being a
tease?"

"You're taking it well."

"I have a choice?  I wouldn't toss you out, no matter how I felt.  Besides,
I'm not stupid.  We've already talked about stuff we can't tell anyone else,
right?  Could pretend we haven't, but that's stupid.  Even if I don't fuck
Carla, if you want to fuck Hank, you can, and I'll help.  It's not like I
plan on being jealous, since it looks like, if I'm honest with myself, I'll
never fuck a woman unless we get married."

She leaned over and gripped my arm.  "Thanks, Danny.  I was always afraid I'd
go too far, and you'd figure out I was seducing Hank and getting him used to
the idea that I could be a sex object for him.  Be nice to relax and go all
the way when we're alone.  Been hard not to try and sneak in a real fuck."

"No wonder he perks when I say we're going to be seeing you and Carla.  I've
always thought it was Carla he wanted to see, but maybe it hasn't been."

I had a strange thought.  "Is that why Carla sucks up attention from me when
you're paying attention to Hank?  I never thought about why she might be
flopping on her back and spreading her legs.  Always thought it was because
she loved belly rubs, but if she'd been a woman, I'd know what she was
offering.  She's pretty obvious about being happier when I get between her
legs and rub her."

"Could be.  That's like foreplay for her, and I usually finger her off when
we're at home."

"Sneaky."

"Me, or her?"

"Both of you."

She laughed.  "Thanks, for both of us.  Will that make it easier for you,
later?"

"Treat her just like I've fantasized about treating a woman?  Yes.  I think
it might help."

"Good.  Umm...  You might have a problem fucking her.  I didn't think about
it until just now."

"Oh?  You said you've fingered her off, right?"

"Yes.  But she's still a virgin, and...  When she's not in heat, she's pretty
tight.  I've never tried stretching her with a dildo or more than a couple
fingers.  You'll have to lube her, too."

"Lube her with what?  Lick her like a dog would?  That sounds...  I don't
think I can do that."

"Would you lick a woman?"

"Don't know.  In my fantasies, the women are always wet and willing.  Sure, I
love looking, but for real?  Now that it could happen, I can't tell what I'd
be willing to do, except fondling and screwing."

"Oh.  Like my men or dogs are always ready to fuck me.  I sort of see what
you mean.  I've felt Hank, and seen him part way exposed, but...  Give him a
blow job?  Never thought about it, seriously.  I guess I'm like you.  Sex is
fucking, not that other stuff.  I haven't ever tried to lick Carla, either.
Just my fingers, after I've gotten her off."

I sighed again.  "I don't know.  Maybe I should quit thinking about it, and
just worry after we get the room and stuff.  I guess I should stop and buy
some condoms and some sort of edible lube."

"Edible lube?  What about stuff like KY?

"Carla will be licking herself, right?  Is that stuff good for her?"

"I don't know.  Some of those guides make a weird suggestion, though."

"Yeah?"

"Cooking oil."

I lost it and started laughing.

"Gods!  That's crazy.  Do they have a preferred type of oil?"

"No, but if I was buying, I'd probably get some sort of olive oil.  It makes
a good skin moisturizer."

I chortled.  "Extra virgin?"

She blushed, then giggled.  "I don't think it matters, after the first time."

"Probably not.  Ok.  Olive oil and some condoms.  Is there a Wal Mart or
something near this motel?"

"No.  It's next to a truck stop.  Worst case, we can get something to eat
later, with some salads, and then have them put some oil in a container for
us.  Be unusual if you can't buy condoms there."

"Ok.  I still don't know if I'll try to fuck Carla.  You've had time to plan
for this, but it's all new to me.  Hope you're not going to plan on being
upset with me if I can't do anything with her."

"Danny, it's not me you have to worry about.  Carla can be pushy when she
decides she wants to get off.  She's used to me fingering her, so not fucking
her might work better, anyway, the first few times."

"If I decide I don't want to do anything at all?"

"When I get done with Hank, and whatever he does with me, I'll do it, if she
wants that sort of attention.  No hard feelings.  It's all just an idea,
anyway.  I want Hank, if he'll do it, but what you do is up to you and
Carla."

"Thanks.  Pushy, huh?  I know how dogs get when they want to get laid.  What
does Carla do?"

"She doesn't do it all the time, but a few times she's been impatient with
me, and pawed my hand down until it was over her vulva."

"Ok.  Knows what she likes and how to get it.  What about you?"

"Don't know.  Never let anyone touch me before."

"Nobody's even tried to grope you?"

"Sure, that's happened on the elevator or in crowds.  Just a quick squeeze or
two.  Nobody has ever tried to do more."

"I hope you don't take this wrong, but I can see why some people would call
you an Ice Queen."

"I figured it out almost as soon as I heard it the first time.  Didn't go out
much before then, and after I heard it a few times, I always made it clear
that I wasn't interested in anything more than a chaste time, with some
greeting and farewell kissing and hugs."

She looked out the side window and sighed.  "The dates got fewer, of course.
I was glad of it at the time, because I felt it meant the guys I went with
were seeing me as a person, and not  a trophy."

"Sounds like you'd have enjoyed living where I grew up.  That sort of chaste
stuff was normal for us, and everyone took it for granted.  It was the only
way to do things on a date, unless you were engaged, or ran with the crowd
that fucked on dates.  It was all accepted, anyway, and girls and guys were
respected for being chaste."

"What about you, now?"

"I think it was wrong for me.  I took it to heart too much.  Now, I can't
break out of the old habits, and the fear inhibits me."

"That's odd."

"Huh?  Did I miss something?"

"I don't know.  You say you're inhibited around women, because you were
raised to be a 'good man', right?"

"Yeah.  I guess that sums it up."

"Kay.  So what is that going to make you after you help Hank fuck me?  What's
that going to make me, in your mind?  You said I'm a friend and still will be
one after this is over.  I'm glad to hear that."

"Thanks.  I'm confused."

"So am I.  Let's say you don't fuck Carla, but just get her off with your
fingers.  That's not something we can tell other people, or even hint that
we've tried.  I'd like to think we'll still be good people, and you must
think that way a little, too, right?  Good enough for each other, anyway?"

"Mmm...  Yeah.  I know you too well to feel comfortable calling you a slut,
even though letting a dog take your virginity has to be about the sluttiest
thing I can think of right now."

"Uh huh.  So how do you feel about me saying something like I think that if
we do this, it will kind of prove we're meant for each other, and even if we
don't get officially married, we've gone far enough that we might as well
think of our relationship in those terms?  It's not like we'll be likely to
find anyone else as suited for us, right?"

"Damn, Irene.  You have a twisted way of seeing things.  But, I can see
you're right about us being right for each other, anyway.  I can't picture
finding *anybody* who would tolerate me if I admitted I'd done something with
Carla, and not you."

"I hadn't thought about that part.  Not doing anything with you.  I was
thinking..."

She went silent on me.  "Irene?"

"I need to think.  Maybe, there's a way to make it so you can think about
fucking me and not freeze up about it."

"Ok.  I got some thinking to do, too.  About...  Why I'm willing to consider
getting Carla off, and not you."

I kept driving, and we didn't speak to each other until she pointed at a
sign.  "Two exits further.  Motel is on the left side, truck stop is next to
it."

"Got it.  How about we get some sort of dessert after we exercise the dogs,
and buy a couple dinner salads?  Then I'll browse the store and see what I
can find."

"We can find.  I want to see if they have any of those cheap shower heads and
hoses you can put on a faucet.  I don't think this motel uses hand held ones.
Umm...  I think we'll probably find the douches and condoms in the restrooms,
so get some change."

I decided to laugh instead of being embarrassed.  "Sounds better than walking
up and putting them on the counter.  I need a bathroom break anyway, so I'll
check while I'm taking it."

We walked the dogs, then she stayed and kept an eye on them while I went in
to use the restroom.

When I got back I was grinning, and my pockets were bulging.

She had been watching me, and when I got close enough, she giggled.  "What
has you grinning like an idiot?"

"How come I never noticed those machines before?"

"Oh?"

"Yeah."  I patted my pockets.  "A change machine, but most of them took bills
anyway, up to twenties.  They dispensed condoms, douches, edible lubes,
edible panties, spermicides...  I bought one of everything just so I could
show them to you."

"Gods!  Guys must have thought you were crazy."

"Nope.  One guy came in and wanted a condom, and when I realized he was
waiting for me, he grinned at me and congratulated me for having such a hot
date, and he wished his was like that."

"Fine.  I don't know if I could buy everything like you did, but at least I'm
warned.  I might as well stop in the restaurant and get us decent meals for
later, since we don't have to worry about a lube.  Any preferences this
time?"

"You pick.  Oh, I know we fed these guys, but one of us will have to remember
to get some dog food for later."

"No problem.  I'll get that and some other stuff while they're cooking our
meals."

"Ok.  See you when."

She walked away, and I could tell by the way she had her shoulders hunched,
she was trying to control a bad case of giggles.

I was settled on the grass and sorta thinking about nothing when the dogs
spotted Irene.  Both of them woofed, and when I looked to see what they were
so excited about, she transferred the bag she was carrying to the same hand
that was being used to pull one of those airline type travel bags with
wheels, and waved at me.

I decided to just hang on to the dogs and stay where I was until I knew what
was going on.

When she got close enough I could see she had a grin that matched my own when
I had come out, so I just grinned back.  "Purse wasn't big enough?"

"Nahh...  Not for the *important* stuff.  They had these travel bags and some
other stuff on sale.  By the time I was done it made sense to get one of
these so we can keep it stocked and just leave it in your car.   Picked up a
his and hers travel kit that has all the stuff we need for personal hygiene,
too."

"Ah.  I get it.  You figure we'll be doing this again, and it might be
impulsive?"

"Yes.  It's not like we can really plan for stuff like this, and if people
see it, it's no big deal because we've been spending weekends together a lot,
anyway."

"Gods...  I just hope it never falls open on us."

She giggled.  "Been thinking about that.  Might be better if it does,
someday.  People see all that sex stuff and they'll start thinking we're
fairly normal, right?"

I thought about it, then chuckled.  "I think you'll reconsider that 'normal',
once you see my loot in one place.  I'll transfer it after we get in the
room."

"Umm.  I don't think what was available to me was quite as varied as what you
had, but..."

She blushed.  "I *did* buy some of the flavored douches.  Do you like
spearmint, strawberry, chocolate, or steak as a flavoring?  They were out of
some of the others, like coconut and banana."

It was my turn to blush.  "Are those for you, or Carla?"

"Both, maybe.  I've never tried douching her and I'm not sure I want to try
in a motel room.  They had both kinds of those faucet shower things, so I got
one of each."

"Good point about the douche, if she decides to complain.  Glad they had the
shower adaptors.  Ever think about asking if the rooms have hand held showers
available?  Maybe you can get one from the front desk."

"I'll try to remember.  Not worried about it now.  We could buy one of our
own and carry a wrench to switch when we want to.  Lets load the dogs and go
get a room."

"Fine with me.  Since this is all for both of us, I'll pay half the expenses,
this time, and whenever we decide to get a room."

"I wasn't asking, but thanks."

"Welcome."

I drove the couple hundred yards and let her out so she could get us a room.

She came out once and looked at the car, so I assumed she was getting the
license number.  Eventually she came back out, got in, and handed me a key
card.

"Here.  Since I've been here a lot for work, they surprised me with a
frequent traveler discount even though I'm not working this time, plus they
waived the fees for the dogs.  Offered me a second day for free, so I took
it.  We don't have to go home until Sunday.  Oh, no hand held showers.  They
tried it years ago and the theft rate was too high, even with deposits.  Lots
of people bring their own and as long as we put it all back together before
we leave, they don't have any objections.  Otherwise they bill a maintenance
charge for putting the original back, if it's still there.  If it isn't, they
file theft charges and bill you whatever it costs to fix things."

"I always wondered where they sent you for those cargo inventory things.  At
least we know about the showers.  Things must be pretty slow for them if
they're giving you those discounts."

"Probably.  I usually reserve a room, because I know when I'll be coming.
Wasn't unusual for them to be fully booked on a Friday night, and I'd have to
wait for a no show or cancellation if I didn't want to go to the next town
and get something, then come back to the truck stop, the next day."

"So where are we?"

"Room 237.  Go around back.  Corner room, so we shouldn't get too much foot
traffic.  All those rooms are non smoking, so we might have to put up with
smokers when we go outside.  Depends on how busy they get."

After we parked I looked around and sighed.  "This place is dead.  Been
awhile since I've gone anywhere overnight, so I hadn't realized how much
people's travel habits have changed."

"Yep.  I don't remember it ever being this quiet on a Friday night, even
during the off season."

We gathered everything, unloaded the dogs, then looked at each other a bit
wryly, before we went to the room in silence.

The food got put in the small fridge, the sleeping bag got spread on one of
the beds, then we each sat on a bed and let the silence get awkward before
she sighed.

"I'm sorry, Danny."

"What for?"

"Being selfish all this time, and not taking the time to find out more about
you."

" 'Find out more about me'?  What's that mean?"

She leaned forward to put her hand on my leg, and I flinched.  "Stuff like
this.  You never did the normal stuff you should have been doing as a
teenager, right?"

I sighed.  "How could I?  Maybe some of the 'good girls' expected it, but
I...  Listened to their words and never thought they might actually want
something else."

"Eats you up inside, now, not realizing the real rules weren't what everyone
taught?"

"Yeah.  How'd you know?"

"Been thinking about how you've treated me over the years, and on the way
here, I realized you hadn't been shy, you'd been terrified you'd do something
wrong, so you didn't do *anything*, until we'd known each other a long time."

She bent her head and looked down, breaking an eye contact we didn't have,
before she whispered.  "You've never hugged me or even wrapped an arm around
me, and I'm always the one who has to grab your hand when we walk.  You..."

I waited, because I didn't know what to say, and finally she moved to sit
next to me and lean against me while she put an arm around my back.  "You're
passive, and I thought it was shyness, but it's two things, isn't it?  Fear,
and you don't know what to do."

All I could do was nod.

"Gods...  I'm sorry I never figured it out.  If I had..."

I sighed and kept looking at...  Anything but her.  "If you had?"

Her free hand touched my chin, then she lifted my head and turned it so we
could see each other.  "If I had, Danny, I would have done this a long time
ago."

"Done what?"

She leaned forward and covered my lips with hers, and...  Kissed me long and
gently before she pulled back just far enough to speak softly.  "If I had
figured it out, I would have kissed you like a woman kisses a man she cares
about, a lot, you know?"

I shivered.

She had to have noticed, but all she did was smile oddly.  "You want some
help seeing if you can get rid of some of those inhibitions?  Here's your
chance to explore a woman who won't say no, as long as you're gentle.  I'll
give you the best answers I know, when you ask those silly questions that
most guys learn the answers to as teenagers.  I got some questions I need
answered, too."

"Umm...  Ok.  What happened to that stuff with Hank and Carla?"

"I'm scared, is part of it."

"The other part?"

"Now that I can, I'm not sure we should, you know?"

"No, I don't.  Umm...  Cold feet, I understand.  You sure you want me to do
whatever I feel like doing?"

"Yes.  I was ready for it, from you, a long time ago, but I didn't know why
you never made any moves, and I didn't do anything because I thought..."

I grabbed her hand.  "You didn't want to fuck up what we had, because it was
pretty good?"

"Yes."

I took a deep breath and put an arm around her, then...

Kissed her until we had to catch our breath.  I didn't really know what I was
doing, but I knew I didn't want to do one of those motherly pecks that were
all I knew how to do, so I tried doing what I'd read about, and opened my
lips a little and tried licking hers with my tongue.

She seemed to know I didn't know what I was doing, so she touched my tongue
with hers, and I didn't know how it happened, but somehow I knew that she was
doing stuff, then stopping and waiting for me to do it to her, until she
pulled away and gasped a few times before she giggled.

I blushed when she grinned at me and spoke kind of excited like.  "That was
fun!  Weird, but lots of fun, you know?  You ok?"

"Yeah.  I'm ok, I think.  Out of breath.  You ever do any of that tongue
stuff with any guys before?"

It was her turn to blush.  "Only regular kisses.  I never did anything with
my tongue because...  I was afraid to.  I'd heard it felt good, and..."

"And what?"

"Everyone said it was like foreplay.  Once you started doing it, you sorta
agreed you were going to start doing the more serious stuff."

"Oh.  Fucking?"

"No, maybe not that far, but feeling each other, and maybe..."

Her hesitation lasted a long time, and finally she laughed oddly and stood
up.  "You've seen lots of pics, right?"

"Yeah, I admitted the pics and movies stuff, remember?"

"I forgot already.  I'm so nervous...  So we both know what naked people look
like."

"Yeah.  You're in a weird mood, Irene."

"I know."

Then she just...  Stripped until she was naked and sorta shivering while we
watched each other.  Finally she sighed.  "Well?  Go ahead and look all you
want.  You can even touch me anywhere.  There's more to me than my face, ya
know?"

"Umm...  You really want me to?...  You know."

"Yes.  Or..."

"Or what?"

"This isn't going to sound right, but I can't think of any other way to say
it, ok?  So don't get mad at me."

"I think I'm too numb to get upset."

"Uh...  Yeah, ok.  I'm nervous and want to do it all at once without really
giving myself time to think about what I'm doing."

"Makes sense.  Know what my problem is?"

"No."

"I want to do...  Oh, Hell, Irene.  You must know that all of a sudden, I
want to do all the things I've fantasized about.  Not sex, but the touching
and exploring.  Not the masturbation stuff, but just...  Finding out what a
woman really feels like and that sort of stuff."

She suddenly smiled, and it was...  "How come you've never smiled like that
before?  Gods...  Oh.  Yeah.  I get it, maybe.  Weird, but now it's obvious
you're beautiful."

"Thank you, Danny.  I guess I'm smiling like this because it feels good to
*know* you care for the real me, and even though we're both scared about what
could happen, we'll...  Get there, somehow, right?"

"I think so, and that doesn't make sense, because even though I feel like I
shouldn't be this eager and scared at the same time, a lot of me hopes...."

She nodded.  "I want to undress you, Danny.  Will you let me explore you and
ask silly questions?"

"I'm scared, Irene."

"So am I.  Let's be scared together, ok?  Nobody will know except us and the
dogs, right?"

I couldn't stop myself from looking at the dogs.  "Umm...  What about them?"

She sighed.  "That weird thing I was going to tell you.  I want to explore
you like I've explored Hank.  It's like I need to compare the two of you, but
it's not.  It's...  I've seduced Hank, but suddenly I realize I should have
been seducing you, too.  More for you than me, which is weird if I think
about it too much."

I finally looked at her and nodded.  There was only one thing worth saying,
so I said it.

"Help me learn what it means to be a man, Irene.  I've tried on my own for
years, and I know I'll never do it without some help.   Some of that thinking
I did on the way."

She blushed, then came over and touched my shirt and started unbuttoning it.
"Think you can help me learn how to be a woman?"

"I'll try.  What about the sex?"

"If it happens, it happens, between any of us, right?  But if it doesn't,
there's no need to rush things, after all."

She looked up and she looked...  Like no woman I'd ever seen before.  Sure,
she looked as skittish and nervous as I felt, and must have looked, but there
was a confidence, too, like she'd made some sort of decision, and she was
going to keep to it, no matter what, so she was relaxed, too, because the
thinking was over, for her.

So I ducked my head and touched her hands, stilling them.  "Thanks, Irene,
for figuring out I couldn't go first.  Whatever happens, ok?"

"Whatever happens."

She kissed the back of one of my hands.  "Umm...  Are we going to stay honest
with each other and try to stay away from all the games?"

"People call that love, don't they?"

"I guess.  I've heard about lover's games, but couldn't understand them."

"Same here.  Maybe they are something we'll learn later.  I'd rather keep
being honest with each other, in private, anyway, ok?"

"Yes.  I think I love you, Danny  I know what a crush is, and this feels
different than what I remember."

"Sure it isn't hormones?"

"Hank was hormones.  This is different."

"Oh.  Yeah.  Go ahead.  Let's see what happens, and if the dogs help, I'll be
ok with it."

She giggled.  "What if I invite Carla to check you out at the same time?"

"Whatever.  I'll go with the flow unless I definitely don't like what's
happening, ok?"

"That exploring stuff, because it's all new?"

"Yes."

"I'll do the same thing."

Her fingers started working the buttons on my shirt again.  "Let's stop
talking, and *do* for awhile."

She started to open my shirt and then she paused and giggled.  "Duh!  It's
tucked in.  I should have undone your pants first, huh?  I never thought
about how guys must be like us and have to put things on and take them off in
a special order."

She went to her knees and looked me over.  She must have noticed my blush,
but she ignored it.

"Ok.  Shoes, socks, pants, shorts...  You wear shorts?  I never paid
attention before."

"Yeah.  I tried it for awhile without them, but it didn't work out the way I
thought it would."

"Oh?  Seems like it would be ok most of the time.  Sorta like not being as
confined or something like that."

"Yeah.  It was nice that way but it was too expensive after awhile, because I
had to buy new pants more often.  Spent more than I saved."

"I don't get it."

"I sweat a lot, and I guess the salt or something was rotting the thread in
the crotch, so I kept ripping them out when I was working hard, and..."

She giggled.  "Oh!  I get it now.  Must have been before we knew each other.
I would have remembered seeing it all hanging out.  Hey, just lie back and
I'll go back to stripping you and checking you out.  It's kinda fun and..."

"And what?"

"Umm...  It's a lot better than my fantasies.  I like how Carla and Hank
feel, but yeah, touching you is good, too.  I wish I'd waited and let you
strip me.  Then you'd know what I'm trying to say."

She got my shoes and socks off, then held one of my feet and felt it a lot
and explored it and even got real close and looked at it before she kinda
held it again and shook her head a little.  "That's...  Can I steal your word
and call it weird?"

"Ok.  What is?"

"I just realized I'd never seen a foot up close before.  Sure, I check mine
out when I bathe and trim my toenails, but being able to get up close...  You
ticklish?  Be ok if I just rub them and keep checking them out?"

"I don't know if I am, or not.  I thought you were going to strip me
completely before you explored, but however you want to do it.  I..."

It was my turn to suddenly go quiet and when she realized I wasn't going to
finish, she stopped exploring my foot and looked at me.  "Something wrong?"

"No.  I've had nurses and doctors check my feet out.  When you do it, it
feels the same, but different.  Real good, different.  It's like...  You'll
think I'm crazy.  When you rub my feet like that, it feels almost as good as
when I jerk off.  I never could figure out why some people get off on feet,
but now I know.  You'll see."

She looked at my foot, then at my crotch.  "Umm...  Yeah.  Ok.  I don't think
you're crazy.  I don't know how big you are, but I think you look about the
same size, or maybe a little longer than Hank, except for his bulge...  Knot.
I just remembered that's what they like to call it."

I blushed.  "We're about the same size?  Uhh...  Oh.  I got a hard on."

"Yes."

She set my foot down and leaned so she could get a better look.  "Don't freak
on me.  I want to try something."

"What?"

"I want to rub you while you still have everything on.  Some guys like it,
according to a few of my friends.  Maybe it's like rubbing Hank in his
sheath.  I just have to find out, ok?"

"Ahh...  Ok.  Hey.  What about you?  You getting turned on any?"

"A lot.  I didn't think it would be like this.  Maybe I'd better get you
undressed and then we can do each other at the same time."

She rubbed me briefly, then fumbled a little as she undid my belt before she
unhooked my pants, then unzipped them.

"Lot like a skirt, you know?  Bet it's easier for guys because everything is
right there in front.  Most of my slacks aren't any different, but some of
the more expensive ones have everything on the side.  Wonder why that is?"

"Don't know, unless it's like they want to make it harder for women to get
fucked, but easy for guys."

"That's pretty silly, if it's the real reason.  Hey!  Let me check something
out...  Yeah.  I thought so!  The bottom of the zipper must cut into your
dick when you have it out  Must make it hard to piss when you're standing
up."

"Not really. I can't piss when I'm hard, so it's soft and flexible when I
need to go.  I just grab the tip and point it in the direction I want to
piss."

She giggled.  "Convenient.  Wish I had it that easy.  Maybe that's why
women's pants fasten on the side.  We have to lower them anyway, so it
doesn't matter, except..."

I raised myself and watched her fondle me some more.  "Except what?"

"I just remembered something.  I tried wearing some real tight slacks without
any panties when I was a girl.  They had the zipper in the front and...  I
bet that's another reason guys wear shorts.  Zippers hurt when you don't pay
attention to what you're doing, right?"

I winced.  "Oh.  That.  Yeah...  Something distracted me once and I got about
half the length of my dick in the zipper.  Didn't hurt when I did it, but it
sure did when I unzipped to get it free."

"That much?"

"Yeah.  The skin's real loose when I'm limp and I guess I didn't really tuck
myself in, either.  It happened when I wasn't wearing shorts.  I knew it
could happen, but still, I did it a few times in spite of being careful.  I
think it might have been that more than having to buy new pants all the time,
that convinced me I should wear shorts again."

"I understand that.  I thought it took forever to get the zipper down again.
I only got my hair in it, but yeah.  There was no way to avoid feeling like I
was plucking myself, no matter how careful I was, and it hurt a lot worse
than doing my eyebrows or somewhere else."

She sighed and then had me lift my butt off the bed while she worked my pants
to my knees, then pulled my shorts down, too.  That was easy, because I'd
gone limp again.

She took the time to get that stuff all the way off, then she spread my shirt
and just...  Knelt there and looked at me for awhile.

"You're pretty hairy, aren't you?"

"Yeah.  I used to get teased in phys ed because I had more hair than most
guys my age."

"I gotta know what you feel like, so don't panic on me, ok?"

"Ok.  Where are the dogs?  I thought they would have joined us by now."

"On the other bed.  Sleeping, I think."

"Oh.  Ok.  Hey!  That stroking you just did up my leg.  Do it again, but real
light."

"Like this?  I was trying to figure out why your hair looks so stiff, but
it's so soft when I actually feel it."

"Yeah!  I think I know why Hank and Carla love to get petted.  When you do it
real light, it's like...  Being naked in the wind."

"Really?  I've read stuff that says touching someone real light can be
erotic, but nobody ever put it that way.  You got me thinking we should find
us a place we can try it for real."

"You mean go camping or something like that and...  Just get in the open
while we're naked?"

"Yeah.  Ok.  Enough of this. Next time my hands goes up your thigh, I'm going
to touch your balls and prick.  Umm...  Let me know if I get too enthusiastic
and squeeze too hard or something like that."

"Uhh...    Too hard?"

"Gentle stuff.  Like I do when I'm checking my breasts.  Don't guys have to
check themselves, too?"

"Uh huh.  Ok.  I'm real nervous though.  Can you do it in stages or
something?  You might do something and I won't be able to say anything
because of the pain."

"You're *that* sensitive?"

"Yes.  Takes my breath away when my pants bunch up wrong and press them into
my body when I move."

"I've seen you wince and shift around when you get in the car.  Balls been
crushed?"

"Yeah."

She giggled and finally brushed her fingers over my balls and I flinched,
then...

"Ohhh...  Yeah...."

"Good, huh?  Well, I gotta know..."

Before I could react, she got in close and kissed the side of my prick, then
licked it slowly before she pulled back far enough we could look at each
other.

She spoke first.  "Sorta salty tasting and something else.  Maybe a hint of
what you smell like when you haven't yet taken a shower after a day at work."

"Uhh...  Once the surprise was over, it felt...  Good."

"Something else?"

"Yes.  I think if you'd licked me again, I would have orgasmed.  I'm pretty
close, still."

She thought about it, then sorta palmed my balls and held them.  After that
she bent down and slowly ran her tongue from the base to the tip, and before
she finished, my hips arched like I was fucking something, and I exploded.

She'd jerked away, but still, some of it hit her face even though most of it
landed on my stomach.

When I recovered I realized she was giggling.

"I...  Told you I was close.  Sorry."

"You're...  Sorry?!"

Her giggles changed to laughter and she got next to me and snuggled. "Don't
you get it yet?  Maybe it wasn't a real fuck, but we're not virgins any
more...  And I want to do it again, and all the rest of the stuff until we
both know what we're doing, because if it's this good when we don't have a
clue, it will be *awesome* when we do!  Right?"

"Oh.  Ahhh...  Yeah.  You're right."

I rolled to my side and kissed her again.  "That was nothing like when I jerk
off.  I wonder if men can pass out during their orgasm?  I think I wanted to,
it felt that good."

"I don't know, Danny.  Does that mean you want to find out?"

"Yes.  And...  Have you ever let Carla lick you off?"

"No.  She's never tried, either."

"What about Hank?  I've seen him nose you pretty good before I could stop
him, when Carla's been in heat."

"Umm...  I've sorta thought about it, but...  No."

"Everything I've read says a woman's clit is really sensitive, so it's like
my dick and balls?  The lighter the touch the better?"

"Sometimes when I'm real close, I just have to press hard and I have my
orgasm, but...  Ok, It's the most sensitive right after.  Any touch at all
can be painful."

"Got it.  So we're sort of alike, which means as long as I do you like I
would do myself, it will be ok?"

"Maybe.  Everyone says that what gets you off when you do yourself isn't the
same as when someone else does it to you."

I laughed.  "I noticed."

I shoved gently until she was on her back.  "Trust me like I trusted you?"

"Yes."

"Good.  If I don't do something right now, I'll probably never have the nerve
to do it."

I slid off the edge of the bed, looked at her and then, daringly, ran my
hands up her inner thighs as lightly as I could.

"Uhhhh!"

"Yeah!  Better in person than watching a movie!"

Instead of telling her what I was going to do, I leaned forward, looked at
her cunt, which was seeping, then kept my eyes open when I moved the last few
inches to kiss it lightly, then stroke it once with my tongue before I pulled
away so we could look at each other. 

"Umm...  It wasn't as nasty as I thought it would be.  I...  Oh, Hell, Irene.
I *enjoyed* the taste and it turns me on."

"You want to do it again?"

"Yeah."

She looked at my crotch.  "Your prick is a real bright red and sort of
pulsing.  Must be...  Ummm...  Painful?"

"Huh?  No.  I hadn't even noticed it.  I was too busy thinking about licking
you off somehow."

"Oh.  That's quite a switch in attitude."

"I know.  Want me to?"

"Umm...  Sorta.   You're pretty turned on right now?"

"Yes."

"So am I.  Get up here so you're on top and your prick is between my legs.
Don't think, just do it, and kiss me again.  I want to see if I can taste
myself while I get a chance to find out what having a prick between my legs
feels like."

"Taste yourself?  Maybe I should try that after you do stuff to me, later."

I slid up, we kissed while she wormed a hand between us to help get my dick
where she wanted it...

Then her grip suddenly tightened and her hips lurched as she impaled herself.
 "Fuck me!"

I did.  I didn't know what I was doing, but my hips did, and it seemed like I
orgasmed after only a few strokes, even though I should have taken longer
since it was my second orgasm.

After I collapsed and she sorta shoved me over to my side and rolled with me,
she giggled.  "Ok.  We're not virgins any more, right?  You want me to get on
my back so you can watch it ooze out?  You know...  'I don't think that can
be faked?' "

I was stunned, but laughing by the time she finished so reasonably.  "You set
me up."

"Yep.  And...  Well, when I'm jilling myself, I like to jam something in me
to trigger my orgasm.  It's better that way.  Now I know why.  I'm hooked on
the real thing, now."

"So you orgasmed?"

"Close, but no.  Wasn't worried about it because I wanted to feel it all and
remember it.  Pretty selfish of me.  I'll make it up to you the first time we
make love, ok?  This was fucking, just to find out if we could."

"Yeah.  I should be mad or something, but I'm not."

I hugged her instead of getting up.  "Thanks, Irene.  What you just did...  I
probably shouldn't, but I don't know what else to say.  All that stuff you
said about us being right for each other?  I feel it, now."

"Uh huh.  So...   You want to get more comfortable and snuggle, or find
something else to do?"

"I need to recharge.  Snuggle."

"Be right back.  Maybe we should move to the other bed."

"Move?  I don't think I can, right now."

She giggled.  "Seepage.  I'll help when I get back."

"Oh.  So much for all that stuff I bought.  Forgot about all of it."

"I didn't.  Didn't want it in the way, our first time.  We can start
exploring later."

I laughed weakly.  "Got it all planned?"

"Not all of it.  I want you to be thinking of nasty things you can do to me,
now that we know you're fully functional."

"I can *think* of lots of things.  I don't have the energy to *do* them,
yet."

"Such as?"

"I know how you taste before I fuck you.  I want to know what you taste like,
afterwards."

She blushed, then giggled.  "Created a couple of sex fiends. huh?"

"This one is exhausted, or he'd do more than lie here and talk."

"Right."

She suddenly lifted her head slightly.  "I don't believe it."

"What?"

"All that and the dogs haven't moved.  I think they're still asleep."

I chuckled.  "I wouldn't have noticed if they'd joined us.  I'm sure the
motel is used to sex stains, but I think we need to decide if we want a
second blanket or something, or just get rooms with a single bed from now on.
The sleeping bag was on the wrong bed!"

She giggled again, then shook her head slightly before she turned away and
got up.  "Be right back, unless you have the energy to join me in the
shower."

I thought about it and sighed.  "Not this time.  Sorry."

"Ok."

I watched her walk across the room and just before she went in the bathroom
she paused and looked over her shoulder at me.  "Like what you see?"

"Definitely!"

"The view... "  Her eyes went wide and she turned around.  "I was going to
sorta tease you by saying the view is good from here, too, but it's more than
that.  I know how strong you are, because I've seen you work new kids into
exhaustion at work."

"I pace myself while they want to get it all done at once.  The ones who pay
attention, are the ones still working with us after the first week."

"Point, and accounting loves it."

"Oh?"

"You're not supposed to know this, ok?"

"Ok."

"Sometime in the next six months, we're adding a formal training program."

"About time."

"True.  The insurance company suggested it when they did our year end figures
and discovered that ever since you were made a crew boss, the usual
'dumb-shit' injuries and claims were down about ninety percent on your crew
compared to the others, which meant your overall productivity as a crew, was
a LOT more than the other crews."

"I didn't know there was that much difference, but ok."

"Anyway, the insurance will drop the premiums enough to cover the cost of a
training program, *if* we make you the instructor, and give you the authority
to make your suggestions stick, or else.  Some folks are going to scream, of
course, but if they'd been doing their jobs right, they would be getting the
sideways promotion and raise, not you."

"I guess I can act surprised and all that when it happens.  What does this
have to do with the view?"

"I never realized it before.  You don't have any fat on you, you're just
massively built, and you're handsome as hell, but it is a rugged type that
would look silly in a business suit."

"Me?  Handsome?"

"You.  Handsome.  Nobody ever taught you how to dress to show it off, that's
all."

Her lips twisted into a bitter smile.  "I know a lot about dressing to look
your best.  If I'm remembering the prices at the truck stop right, for less
than one hundred dollars, I can have you wondering if the guy in the mirror
is really you, because he looks like he should be in a movie or on the cover
of GQ.  Interested?"

"Only if I get to see you at your best, for a change."

"Right away?  We'd have to make a...  No, we wouldn't have to go anywhere
else.  I can buy off the men's racks and dress to make you look good, which
should make me look good, too.  I'll do it, but only when we're away from
work, for now.  Deal?"

I smiled.  "Deal.  Later.  I know we've sat next to each other and watched
movies, but tonight..."

"Uh huh."

She glanced down and sighed.  "I'd better get practical, before I have to
clean the floor and carpet."

She went in the bathroom.

I listened to the usual sounds, then decided it made sense to move to the bed
that had the sleeping bag on it, so while I was up I grabbed the remote for
the TV, then dug the pillows out and used one behind me before I settled with
my back propped against the headboard.

By then the dogs were up, and after I got comfortable, I managed to convince
them to settle at the foot of the bed until Irene got back.

Eventually she came out, looked the situation over, then grabbed the ice
bucket so she could put some water in it.  That action got the dogs off the
bed, so while they got their drinks, she took advantage of their absence and
snuggled against my side.

"Mmm...  I didn't know I could feel this good.  What about you?"

"I'm having trouble believing such a crazy start could lead to this.  I'm
still scared and nervous, but not as nervous as I would have been if I'd gone
limp on you."

"Was I too aggressive?"

"No.  You had to be that aggressive.  I needed it that way.  It's going to
take me awhile to really feel comfortable being the one who asks for the sex
stuff."

"It's ok if your hands wander, Danny.  I told you I want that from you."

She grabbed my hand and rubbed it on her breast, then left it there while she
ran hers over my chest and giggled.  "Maybe someday we can do the dress up
stuff on a Friday, just to mess with people's heads before we go out
somewhere.  Nothing real formal, just me wearing a better dress than usual,
and I'd do my hair differently, while you wear a flannel shirt and some Levis
instead of your usual work pants.  A good pair of sunglasses would help,
too."

I laughed.  "This some of that 'woman in love making her man over' stuff?"

"Probably.  You'll never have to if you don't want to.  Been quite a few
years since I really cared about how I looked.  If you want me to stay the
way I have been, I will.  It would be for fun.  A costume party type thing,
for us."

I explored her for awhile, then sighed.  "I don't know.  I get along with
everyone because I'm myself, and don't try to make out that I'm anyone other
than who I am.  I start dressing up, then get that promotion, I'll probably
quit being one of the guys, and they won't listen to me.  What about if we
wait and try it at the next company party?"

"I hadn't thought about that.  You're right.  I've worked hard to make
everyone comfortable with me.  I can't afford to mess with that.  Sounds like
you think of us as a serious couple?"

"Yes.  Guess I always have, but after this...  Yeah.  I want us to stay a
couple, if we can."

"I hope we stay one, too.  I guess we should only do the dressing up stuff
when we know nobody who knows us is likely to see us, or at company parties,
when they'll expect us to dress better than usual."

I laughed...  "What if you help me get comfortable dressing good, then we
figure out some sort of 'movie star' theme for our outfits when they have the
company Halloween party?"

Her hand stopped moving, then she shifted and snuggled until her head was on
my shoulder.  "Let me think about that.  We can't really get serious until
they announce the overall theme, and that won't happen for a few months."

"Ok."

When I looked at the dogs I had a strange thought, and that made me want to
ask an even stranger question.

"Irene?  I got a weird question."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.  You said you've been thinking about fucking dogs since school,
right?"

"Yes."

"Uh huh.  So how come you got a bitch and not a dog?  Seems to me you could
have been fucking a dog for years, if you'd been that serious about doing it,
and nobody would have guessed, right?"

"I wanted a dog, and thought I was going to get one, after I found a place
that would let me have one that was bigger than ten or twenty pounds."

"So what went wrong?"

She sighed.  "My big mouth.  Everyone knew about me wanting a large dog
someday, so when I held the move in party, they all got together and got me a
puppy."

"Carla?"

She sighed.  "Yes.  I'd never said which sex or breed I wanted.  Couldn't
really refuse her after all the trouble and money they'd spent on her, so..."

"I get it.  Back home it would have been a different reason.  Guys have dogs,
girls have bitches.  Just the way it is.  Oh, sure, some guys have more than
one dog and a lot of times they have at least one dog and one bitch, but
that's ok because they want to raise them, or do hunting or something else
that makes it ok to have a bitch."

"What about the women?  Any of them ever have more than one dog, and at least
one of those was a dog, not a bitch?"

"Oh, sure.  Lots of them had those little ones.  Chihuahuas, Toy Poodles,
Yorkies...  Cutesy types.  Only time they had large breed ones was if they
were married, and then the dogs belonged to their husband and kids if they
had dogs, and it was ok for her to have her favorites."

"Huh.  You know something?  That sounds like a good way to hide, if either of
you is fucking one of them.  The other person wouldn't have to know and help,
either."

I laughed.  "Maybe.  I left right after I graduated, and never took it
seriously enough to try and figure out who was fucking who, or what."

She giggled.  "I see people with dogs and if I like they way they look
together, I build these fantasies about them screwing their dogs, and we'd
get to know each other and they'd ask me if I wanted to try it.  Didn't know
what to look for, so even if they had been, I wouldn't have figured it out."

"Would you have said yes, if someone had asked?"

"No.  Have to be someone I trust a lot, like you and Hank.  I'm horny, but
not so horny I want to do something that might get pictures of me fucking a
dog put all over the net."

I thought about it, then sighed.  "Yeah.  Something we've always done makes
sense, now."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.  I just figured out we only do that between the legs rubbing when
we're at one of our places.  Same for the bit where you straddle Hank and pet
him and stuff.  That I always sorta understood, but I never thought about how
you've always managed to keep things to normal petting, in public."

"Uh huh.  I've seen too many pics and vids taken with cell phone cams and
stuff.  Not just animal fucking, either.  Seems like no matter what kind
stuff it is, it winds up on the net somewhere."

She snuggled into my side and reached for my penis.  "You think you can get
it up again?  I got some ideas..."

I watched silently until she had me erect, then I decided to chuckle.  "What
kind of ideas?"

She giggled.  "Remember what I said about comparing you and Hank?"

"Yeah.  So?"

"I want to straddle you like I do him, then pet you after I put you inside
me."

"What about using a condom?"

"That too, even though I don't want to."

"Ok.  One more..  No, two more questions."

"Go."

"Who gets them out of my pockets, and do you want me to slide down until my
head's on the pillow?"

"I'll get one, and while I'm doing that, you can get comfortable.  Umm...
Danny?"

"What?"

"Sure, I want to get fucked, but this is a lot of something else.  I've never
done a guy like I've done Hank.  Mostly, I want to feel us together, and
explore you some more."

"Ok.  Sounds like there's something else."

"There is.  Depending on how we feel after I'm done, I want you to explore me
while I'm on my back, like you do Carla."

"Pet you and...  Anything else I want to do?"

"Of course."

I touched her stomach and slid my hand lower, until I could move my fingers
and insert one of them inside her.  She moaned and spread her legs a little,
and I decided to kiss her again.  "Yeah.  Ok.  Thanks.  If we have any energy
left, what about a shower together?  That always been a special fantasy of
mine, even without the sex."

She giggled.  "Get your back scrubbed and stuff?"

"Yes.  You?"

"Uh huh.  If you can get it up, you willing to stand behind me while I bend
over so you can be fucking me while you wash mine?"

"Horny!"

"Hey, girls have fantasies, too!"

I laughed.  "Ok.  I want to scrub your back, anyway.  Might not be able to
fuck you while I'm doing it.  I'm not carrying a dildo around.  My dick
doesn't always get hard when I want it to, even when I'm masturbating."

"Oh.  I forgot about that.  Guys need time to recover, don't they?"

"Yep.  Part of being a guy.  Sorry."

"Sorry?!  Did you really hear what you just said?"

"Huh?"

She twisted and hugged me real tightly, then kissed me firmly before she
pulled back slightly.  "Danny, for a guy who was terrified about fucking, now
you're apologizing for not having a permanent erection and worrying about
making sure you satisfy me sexually."

"Oh.  That.  Yeah.  You're right.  I already hate the idea of going home
Sunday."

She giggled.  "Hey, we go home, we don't have to spend money on a motel room,
right?  Not much travel time, either, so we can do this every day if we want
to."

I knew I blushed.  "Umm...  I see what you mean."

It was my turn to laugh.  "Want to bet that we're going to be looking forward
to working, so we can recover from our weekends?"

I felt her body get warmer, and when I looked, she was blushing all over.
Before I could say anything, she put a finger on my lips and spoke gently,
before she pulled it away and got up so she could dig the stuff out of my
pockets.

"Not another word.  Scoot down and get comfortable while I get what we need."

I did.

She did.

We never did do anything sexual with the dogs, then, or ever.

We were too busy being het, then, nine months after a weekend in Vegas to get
married, the four of us were too busy taking care of our twins for Irene and
I to do anything more than laugh tiredly when we remembered how we found out
we were normal, after all.
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End, 'First Times' chapter one of one.

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