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TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse)
Celeste listed several stories as "lost" in her Cumulative Monthly List posted
in late
July. I'm posting those I have to ASS/M and hope those who have others will
do the same.
My reposting will include:
Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest?
Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more?
Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2?
Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin}
Hands On {Deidre Ng}
Meeting Shirley {The Observer}
Open Big {Thomas A Long}
Silent Intruder {Annette}
Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng}
Terri's Dilemma {The Observer}
Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author}
These stories have been minimally cleaned up. If I have it,
the text includes original headers and footers.
Still missing, as far as I'm concerned:
"Let Your Fingers Do the Riding" by Solo Polyphony
"Under the Table" by DOLFAN353
"Shower Buddies" by Stone Wolf
"'D' Is for Driving" by Dulcinea
"So Shy" by Scott Sanders (young love)
"Stuffing the Old Gobbler" by MrSpraycan
Best,
Titmouse
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Subject: **New - Meeting Shirley [Damn You Charlie][3/3] M/F Rom
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Author's Note:
If you have not read the story "Terri's Dilemma," then the following
story may not be as much fun for you. Whenever I post a new story,
all of the proceeding stories are posted at the same time for your
convenience.
I answer all E-Mail, eventually.
If a segment of a story is missing from your server, send me an E-
Mail request, I will respond.
This story is intended solely for the entertainment of adults, and
may contain words which depict acts of human sexuality.
If you are a minor as defined by your local political jurisdiction,
a postal inspector, or an asshole looking for trouble, please delete
this file before reading, and go away. In other words, void where
prohibited by law. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance herein
to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended..
***
***"Meeting Shirley" subtitled "Damn You Charlie"***
by Observer (c) June 1996, all rights reserved - Edited by Chris
Part Three of Three Parts
***
"Well. I didn't start really developing until two or three years
ago. I was an ugly duckling."
"Doubt that."
"No, really. Please be quiet, or I'll freeze up."
I was silent.
"Anyway, all of a sudden, I got boobs. All the boys who ignored me
before suddenly wanted to screw me. I was revolted. I had a few
dates, but a couple of hand jobs was all any of those assholes got
out of me. Bastards."
Shirley continued to pour out her heart. I knew this was a
catharsis for her. I resolved to go shoot all the assholes who had
hurt her. 'Damn.'
"If it wasn't for my grandfather, I would probably be more screwed
up than I am. I'll introduce you to him sometime, he lives in
Houston. You'll like him, I promise."
I knew I would love her grandfather, if she said so and wanted me
to.
"My grandfather paid for me to go to a clinic in Minnesota. I had
something wrong with my pituitary gland. They have a complicated
name for it that means arrested development. They also have an
experimental drug. In my case it worked."
'Too right it worked,' I thought.
"That's why I'm so short.
"After I got out of high school and away from all the boys I hated,
I decided to start dating for real. That's when it happened.
"It happened about, oh, I guess six or seven months ago. I started
dating this asshole. He was nice at first. We had a good time.
But I still didn't trust him. I was right. Oh, I thought I was a
little bit in love, and I told him so. I guess that may be why he
did what he did.
"One night we were at a party at his apartment and I think he spiked
my drink. It was about three o'clock in the morning when I woke up
next to him. My privates were sore and there was a little bit of
blood. He knew I was pissed because I grabbed his dick and balls
and tried to pull them out of his body."
I resolved to never piss her off that bad. My cock and balls tried
crawl up inside me to find a hiding spot as I continued to listen to
her story.
"He started screaming."
She smiled with the memory of revenge. "Somehow he got away and he
started yelling at me, calling me names. I screamed back at him and
said I was going to turn him in for rape. I also told him I would
file for child support if I was pregnant."
Shirley was silent for a moment. I said very, very softly, "I'm
falling, falling, falling in love with you - killer." She smiled at
me with her best radiant-reward look. The one that lit up her face
and caused my heart to flutter.
"The bastard said he used a rubber. I believe him, because nothing
came out when I checked, thank God."
"I will hurt him. I will cut off his balls and stuff them in his
mouth." I gave her all the support I could.
"Thank you. Anyway, I called a cab and went to my grandfather's
house. We talked off and on for two days. I didn't turn the
bastard in, but I think my grandfather talked to him, 'cause he
disappeared. I heard he went back home to some damned place in West
Texas. My grandfather probably scared the shit out of him."
"If you had told me, I would have put out a contract on him."
"I believe you." Shirley was silent for a few moments, then she
looked at me with that trusting look that only children or women in
love can truly achieve. "He had a wee-wee compared to you."
My ego soared.
My new-found love giggled, then sniffled. She looked at me out of
the corner of her eyes, and said with a sly smirk, "The big giggle
in high school, was 'hung.' Now I know what it means."
My ego left the stratosphere.
Then she turned a little fearful. "You will be gentle with me,
won't you? I mean, I want you to do it to me." She was flushed
with renewed excitement and a little flustered at her own boldness.
I smiled and glanced at her while I continued to drive. "No, I will
not do it to you." Her face fell momentarily, until I said, "We
will do 'it' together. Understand?"
This earned me a quick kiss on the cheek. Anything more would have
been dangerous since we were back in the city and nearing her
domicile. In a word, I was ecstatic. In just twenty-four hours,
this feisty little girl had nearly erased the pain and agony of a
lost love that had eaten at my soul for almost two years.
Shirley was happy. She turned up the radio a little and began to
sing along with whatever song was then playing while she repaired
her face with a kleenex. I don't remember the song. My mind was on
other things. And I needed to tell her part of what was on my mind.
I needed to buy some time.
"Shirley," I said. She reached over and turned off the radio, then
gave me her full attention.
"When is your next period?"
She thought for a moment, then said, "It's been 12 days today. That
means 16 days exactly when I start again. And I'm always on time."
"Are you on the pill."
"No, no reason to be."
"Do you have a reason now?"
"Maybe," she temporized. "Is there a reason I should have a reason?"
"That's for you to say, and me to find out."
"What about your promise to Charlie?" Shirley wanted to prolong
making the commitment - and to tease me. Females - bless 'em.
"What Charlie meant, was for me not to try to bowl you over or take
advantage of your vulnerability. He wanted me to wait and get to
know you as a person before I screwed your brains out."
"You really think that's what he meant?"
"Do you know something I don't know?"
"No, not really. Nothing important anyway. So you really think
that's what he meant?"
"Well no, now that you pin me down; but it's what I hope he meant.
Are you going to get on the pill, or argue about Charlie."
"OK, OK, I'll make an appointment next week. Eeek, I sound so
clinical. So then what do we do?" Shirley was slightly flushed
beyond what could be accounted for from the sun. Without a doubt,
she had a mind of her own, and that mind had decided I would be the
male participant the first conscious time she had sex.
"Right answer. Now here's how things will have to be. You and I
are going to have a weekend together at my apartment in two weeks.
We can see each other next weekend, and I want to if you don't
already have plans. This coming week I have to clean up some old
business - shut a door, so to speak. By next weekend, the slate
will be clean and then I want to spend all of my free time getting
to know you better."
A look of complete trust, mixed with a little fear, came over
Shirley's heart-shaped face as she absorbed what I was saying. Her
ice blue eyes drilled into me. Her cupid's bow mouth puckered up
just a trifle as she chewed on my words. Then her look hardened and
she said, "You mean get rid of another woman?"
This startled me, but I rose to the challenge. "No, not exactly.
But almost. I can't explain it very well, but it's old business.
Charlie knows all about it, except what I have to do this week. Ask
him. Remember, he said 'trust him, not me.' Eventually you will or
will not trust me. To feel truly comfortable making love with you,
I truly must get rid of old baggage that was supposed to go away a
long time ago, but keeps coming back to haunt me. This time, I
intend to drive a stake through its heart."
I meant everything I said. I suppose Shirley could feel the truth
in my words, because she visibly relaxed and simply said, "OK. But
you better take me somewhere, anywhere, next weekend, and the
following weekend, you better be ready. I have a lifetime stored up
for somebody, and I want it to be you. I mean, uh..."
"Oh forget it, I know what you mean. As my Brit friends would say,
'You need a damn good seeing to.' And I'm the lucky guy who gets to
see to it, right?"
"Right, and I'm the lucky girl - woman - who finally gets know."
We had arrived at the old hotel - YWCA dorm - while talking.
Shirley leaned over and I met her halfway. We kissed as if we were
dancing, and Shirley was letting me lead.
Finally, I pulled away, reluctantly whispering, "I gotta do radio in
the morning. Brunch tomorrow be ok? About one-thirty?"
"Sure, I'd love to, " she said against my lips. "And don't you be
late."
"Giving orders already?"
"About some things, yes."
"About other things?"
"I still need a little time to think about it."
"Out of the car wench, I need my beauty sleep."
Shirley bit me on the lip - gently. Then we scurried around sorting
out her things and making sure her bag was packed.
As she got out of the car, she paused and said, "It was St.
Patrick's Day," then waited for my reaction.
To which I replied, "Duh?"
"You shouldn't have said anything tacky about Gretchen's green hair
'cause it was St. Patrick's Day. But I'm glad you did." On that
note, my devious young girlfriend dashed into the building while I
kept protective watch - and marveled.
Then I went home.
*****
I got caught doing it again.
My 'news report' on the sighting of the gorgeous and delightful
Shirley at the beach in Galveston earned me a chewing out by the
station brass. I liked my part-time radio work, and fortunately I
didn't get fired. After the ass chewing over the phone, Harvey, the
station manager, wanted to know if she was really that good looking.
I assured him she really was that gorgeous.
He accepted my invitation to join Shirley and me for brunch, and
promised to bring his wife Linda along. I knew Linda to be a taller
version of Shirley, and I anticipated the looks of envy Harvey and I
would earn as a result of any entrance we all made together.
Indeed, it worked out that way.
Harvey and I went way back - many years before he met Linda. The
standing joke between us was that if I had seen her first, Harvey
would have been on the outside looking in. Except it almost wasn't
a joke. I admired and liked Linda more than any other female I knew
save one, before Shirley entered my life. Harvey got drunk one
night and confessed that Linda had screwed his brains out one time
over me.
It seems that I had given Linda her one and only full body massage,
in an effort to teach Harvey how to do it, and under his watchful
eye. He didn't see everything my hands did, because I'm still here
to tell about it. After I left, she attacked his ass big time.
I think one of the reasons he wanted to go to brunch was to help get
me hooked. Some married guy thing. Maybe he wanted a female between
me and Linda. I could have told him it would never have worked with
me and Linda, except for a night or two, but I didn't bother.
Whatever he thought was mostly at the unconscious level. Overtly,
he would have said he trusted me alone and naked with Linda, and
meant it. The truth is, he was probably right, but I didn't want to
be tested.
Shirley was dressed to the nines. This means in the same awesome
fashion as the night we went to Romano's. The hemline was lower,
but the style was still simple sun dress. I almost passed out. Her
dress was white. I couldn't help an instant comparison with another
day and another woman dressed in white sun-dress style apparel.
Shirley won the comparison, hands down. I was relieved.
The two girls fell into instant cahoots. The minute they laid eyes
on each other, the female conspiracy closed about them like a breath
of wind mixed with sheet steel. Harvey and I were left on a
deserted beach to fend for ourselves.
So we talked sports, radio, flying saucer rumors, the ever-changing
exchange rate for Japanese Yen, and kept trying to look down the
dress of the other one's companion. Normal guy stuff.
Since they were leaning across the table whispering to each other,
covert looks down their decolletage was easy.
Harvey and I beamed at each other in our own version of a conspiracy
- male. Linda had on a low cut 'aren't I gorgeous - eat your heart
out' - electric blue version of the same dress Shirley was wearing.
Her tits were simply magnificent. I blush to admit that I almost
got hard. But then, Shirley had pumped me up with a squeeze when
she got in the car. Brazen hussy.
The two of them turned every head in the place when we walked in,
and again when they did the female entourage to the bathroom bit.
Harvey and I immediately got into serious conversation as soon as
they were out of hearing range.
"You hit a home run, asshole." Harvey was ever the blunt spoken.
"Yea, didn't I just." I grinned with that smug, superior, male look
of triumph.
"Is she a keeper?"
"Don't know yet, but I think so, maybe. Actually we haven't visited
the prone position yet, so while I think so, the jury is still out."
"Jack, I'm surprised. You mean to tell me ol' home run Harry hasn't
gotten to first base with that sweet, young, female person?"
"Oh shut up buttlick. No, I haven't, not yet anyway. I haven't
tried."
This intrigued Harvey, who said, "Oh. Well now. Either you're
serious or her pappy has got a big ass gun and you're afraid he
knows how to use it."
"Yea, well both. I like her. And you know old Charlie at the
drugstore?"
"Yea, I know the old goat. I saw him out with Mildred Painter a
couple of nights ago. He was trying to grope her ass in the parking
lot of 'Gator's,' and she was giggling and acting as if she liked
it."
"Sounds like him. Well, anyway, he introduced me to Shirley. Says
she has potential and I need to take my time before fucking her
bowlegged. I trust Charlie's advice, so that's what I'm doing."
"Bullshit. Charlie said don't fuck her, and he's got the goods on
you, so you won't. At least for a while. Why does he care?
"Hmmm," I demurred, "Uh, you could be, uh, accurate with your
interpretation. And I have no idea why he cares beyond what he
said."
"She's kinda little. You better take your time when you do get
around to sticking your horse cock in her."
"Yea, you're right."
The girls came back, turning numerous heads as they walked. I
started to pay because Harvey said I owed him one for something I
had done that morning. This intrigued both girls, and when they
found out what that was all about, Harvey ended up paying by way of
apology, to me.
They ganged up on him and roasted his ass.
"What did he do?" Linda asked curiously.
"Oh, nothing much, it's a radio thing." Harvey was being evasive.
He had suddenly realized he might be in trouble. He sure was.
"Jack did a fake news report about our trip to Galveston," said
Shirley.
"What was wrong with that, Harvey. Nobody cares that early in the
morning." Linda was going into attack mode.
"You just can't do that kind of stuff on the air," protested Harvey,
digging his hole a little deeper.
"Why not." Both girls chimed at the same time.
"It just isn't done," Harvey lamely concluded.
"Well I think that's terrible," from Linda.
"What Jack said was a lot better than some of the news we hear."
Shirley got her two cents into the ass chewing.
"Right," said Linda. "Wars and car wrecks, yuck. What about a nice
day at the beach?"
I grinned at his discomfort. "Harvey, old son, around females,
don't every admit being a wet blanket to the progress of romance.
They will turn on you and rend you into itty bitty pieces, even
Linda."
"OK, OK, I'll pay." Harvey gave up.
To prove the point, both Linda and Shirley chewed on Harvey's ass
some more on the way to our cars, then we all hugged each other and
they told him they would forgive him if we could meet again the
following Sunday. He agreed with a relieved grin, and we went our
separate ways after Linda and Shirley exchanged phone numbers.
I hoped Harvey didn't catch a little hell on the way home. I hoped
he caught a lot.
We drove like crazy to get back to Shirley's place. She was
expecting her grandfather to come by. They were going on some kind
of appointment dealing with family business.
After I dropped her off I noticed the lights were on in the
drugstore, so I rattled the door thinking Charlie might be around
and I could talk to him a bit about Shirley. When he didn't answer,
I guessed he had left the lights on by mistake, and off I went.
*****
I took care of what can best be called 'a somewhat responsible act,'
the following week. Something happened that burned itself into my
heart and soul for all time. It is impossible for me to talk about
it except in the most oblique way.
By the following weekend I desperately needed Shirley's company.
We had only spoken a couple of times over the phone, for no more
than thirty minutes total. And met once in the drugstore under
Charlie s watchful eye. This was probably just as well, since
Harvey told me Linda and Shirley had phones growing out their heads
from all the time they spent yakking with each other.
Those two had become lifelong buddies in the blink of an eye.
I suspected a good deal of the conversation involved my humble self.
Suddenly I felt like a nail confronted by two hammers, possibly
more, with Charlie and Harvey involved.
Shirley may or may not have been totally what she appeared to be.
For all I knew, the young woman could have been a reformed hooker
who had regained her virginity and was now on the hunt for a
husband. I doubted it, but I had been fooled before.
Most likely, in my mind, was something close to the story she had
related. I would have bet cash that some details had been
conveniently left out, in particular those relating to her prior
love life.
'After all,' I thought, 'the term 'Female Mystique' didn't become
popular because women were totally open and honest in all their
dealings. While not obvious, I could still tell there were a lot
of schemes and plans circulating around in Shirley's pretty head.
Sneaky, devious, underhanded bitch, were all terms of endearment as
far as I was concerned - if, and that was a big 'if,' the female
being described was bonded to me. I could feel within myself that I
was ready to bond with Shirley, or someone like Shirley. Charlie
had been absolutely more right than he could have possibly known.
Shirley and I seemed to fit. It was as if we had known each other
for a lifetime. She seemed to anticipate my moves and moods with
easy knowledge. I didn't know or understand her as well as she
seemed to know and understand me, but I knew enough to draw some
conclusions.
There are only a few questions remaining,' I thought.
Was Shirley ready to bond? I felt the answer to this was an almost
certain 'yes.'
Was she ready to bond with me? Again, I felt the answer was almost
certainly approaching an enthusiastic 'yes.' Shirley was
comfortable with me from the beginning. She busted my balls when we
first met as if she were born for the job - but was willing to back
off and use chicanery and female persuasion when my male ego became
aroused.
Shirley's transformation had caught me completely off-guard; driving
directly to my carefully guarded center. In a word, I was
enchanted.
Could she deal with the jerk in me? So far so good.
What about her hangups and inhibitions? Uh-oh. That could be a
major problem.
I knew my range of sexual inclinations, which were pretty broad-
based. And they tended to lean just a little toward male dominance
with enthusiastic female cooperation. Every now and then, with the
right woman, an occasional role reversal added spice.
'Yep,' I thought, 'Bonding with our sex lives would be the big
hurdle.'
As I drove home, the seed of an idea took root and started to grow.
By the time I had arrived at my apartment, I had a well developed
plan to determine our fate.
'Shirley love, get ready. Here comes the one man train.'
Except, dammit, how do I get past Charlie, and why is he so
protective toward Shirley?
The End - of The Beginning
"Meeting Shirley," by Observer
subtitled "Damn You Charlie"
(c) June 1996, all rights reserved
Edited by Chris
*****
Afterword:
Stop. Before you shoot me, please understand that the sequel will
be arriving on a news server near you with a week or so of this
posting. The name of the sequel is 'Weekend with Shirley.'
And there is a sequel to that.
The sequence of stories in this series is as follows:
A Night with Yokosan - Scheduled for posting in June
Terri's Dilemma - Posted in April
The Photographer's Daughters - Posted in May (Interlude, not
important to story line)
Meeting Shirley - You're reading it.
Weekend with Shirley - End of June
Sequel to Weekend - End of July
There may or may not be additional stories written as part of this
series. I already have a germ of an idea for the sequel to the
sequel. We will see what we will see.
Over 50,000 people check into a.s.s., on a daily basis. Damn few of
you bother to pay for your enjoyment with a simple thank you. Until
I started bitching about this, my average response was one or two
per story. This is ridiculous. The net effect is that many good
writers are leaving a.s.s., in favor of server based story archives,
E-Mail to their friends, or just not writing.
So if you want to see more stories, especially the kind that are
well written, then get off your dead ass, and send a thank you to
those authors whose work you enjoy. Yes, this means you, especially
YOU.
Because if you don't, you will soon not have anything much to read.
*****
As a reward to those who read the Afterword, here is an additional
part of 'Meeting Shirley.'
*****
At the time, I had hoped like hell Terri was pregnant. We had both
agreed that our long-term affair would be over at that point, if she
was indeed pregnant with a baby I planted in her in lieu of the
sperm bank. I told her I had met someone else who was doing a good
job of capturing my heart.
At first she seemed a little sad, then brightened up, saying, "Well,
I do love you. I always will. Why shouldn't you be happy? I guess
we really can't go on like this. Especially when I'm going to have
a baby." And she did. Our bodies merged in the act of creation in
a manner that seared into my brain. Yet all through the act, little
bits and pieces of Shirley intruded. But I don't think Terri
noticed. She was intent on making a baby, and that's what we did.
Charlie was another matter.
The Real End
"Meeting Shirley" by Observer
Subtitled "Damn You Charlie"
(c) June 1996, all rights reserved.
Edited by Chris
If any part is missing from your server, E-Mail me, I will respond.
Adios for now . . .
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