From: vicswriter@aol.com (VicSwriter)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: DDL 3a/6 Their Decision (m/f cons - intrr voy)
Date: 17 Jun 1996 13:37:28 -0400

   Debby's Dark Lust -3/6- Their Decision

   (m/f cons - intrr voy) 3 is in 2 parts a & b

   Vic S.  as told by Debby & Todd

   Todd called and offered to bring pizza home for diner.  Debby would make
a salad.

   Debby put on her favorite tie-dye tee-shirt with no bra and her ragged
cut off jean shorts for Todd's arrival home.  He gave her his ceremonial
kiss, seemingly not even noticing her nipples poking at the tee-shirt.  He
was once again quiet while they ate.  Debby tried to make small talk and he
was barely responsive.  Debby would like to have told him about seeing the
new lighthouse caretaker while she sunned, but the way he was acting... 
She wondered if they were going to go through this every time they saw one
another now that the `secret' of her fantasy was out.

   Todd knew it was obvious he had something on his mind and he didn't like
the uneasy feeling it seemed to create.  He wanted so much to tell her. . .
To watch her reaction.  He knew they had to talk.  He decided to just
plunge ahead; he took a silent deep breath, reached in his pocket and
removed the piece of folded paper.

   "Saw an article in a paper laying around the coffee room at work; I
thought you may be interested in it." He handed Debby the xerox copy. 
"He's an ex-marine, retired drill sergeant, I think it said." He let Debby
read a moment.  She scanned a little, glanced at the picture and looked up,
trying not to seem too interested.  Todd asked, "Have you seen him?" He
immediately regretted the potential double meaning.

   Debby told the truth, getting them quickly past the possible accusatory
interpretation of his question.  "Only from a distance.  Didn't even know
his name." She looked back at the article.  "`Julious H.  Washington,' says
here.  Yes, you're right, `ex-marine drill Sergeant and later Sergeant
Major in charge of new recruit basic training at ...'" She read on silently
for the most part, "...`divorced with two grown children' ...  `enjoys
weight lifting, cooking, and oil painting' ...  `busy catching up on
maintenance items understandably neglected during the beloved, late Captain
Smitty's illness'..." Debby put the article back down.  Her heart raced. 
Maybe it was unfortunate timing that there would be a new black lighthouse
caretaker living less than 100 yards from their house at this point in
their four year marriage.  Her long time secret fantasy and its revelation
to Todd really had nothing to do with Julious H.  Washington.  Would Todd
believe her if she said so?  Debby started on another piece of pizza, even
though she had no desire for one.

   It was hard for Todd to read Debby's reaction to the article.  Was it
only coincidence that she came up with this black male fantasy a week after
this guy started working almost next door?  Todd finally broke the silence,
"Said he's divorced; have ya seen any lady friends around?"

   "No.  Only seen him a few times.  Painting the tower railing and stuff,
and leaving in his car once; a black Camero, I think."

   "At least he's apparently not gay!"

   Debby got up.  "Todd, could you put the pizza away when you're done?"

   He watched as she headed for their bedroom.  He wondered if he had made
her mad.  `Did she think I was accusing her of `being with' HIM?' Was he?
Had she been?  NO!  He wasn't ready to jump to that conclusion.  What would
he do?  Would he even want to know?  Would he want to watch?  There went
his cock again, twitching to life at the images in his head.  He wondered
what Debby WAS doing!  Todd put the left over pizza and salad in the frig.
He turned to go find her and there she was in the kitchen door.

   She still had on her little ragged jean short-shorts and was bare
footed. She'd changed her top though; her tee-shirt was gone and in its
place she wore one of his short-sleeve white shirts.  It wasn't buttoned at
all, the front tails were simply tied at mid-waist.  Her lightly tanned
skin fairly glowed between the deep open "V" created by the shirt, and
looked darker than it really was against the white of the fabric.  It was
transparent enough that the untaned triangles of breast flesh and her
crimson nipples where clearly visible, even on the left where the pocket
would have covered it if the shirt wasn't so large on her.

   "Wow!  I like your outfit!  I'd forgotten how sexy those short-shorts
were.  And my shirt's never looked better."

   "Glad you like!"

   "He would too!  You going over to get acquainted?" Todd smiled, trying
to make sure it was received in the same light hearted way he thought he
intended it.

   "Well, nnnoooo!  Hadn't even considered that.  I intended to seduce my
husband. . .  Unless he'd rather I do something else..."

   "What makes you think I need seduced?"

   Debby walked demurely over and extended her hand.  Todd took it and was
led into the bedroom.  Debby turned and began unbuttoning Todd's shirt.  "I
just thought I'd reassure him that, whatever fantasies I have --or he has
for that matter-- it's he and I, as in US-- that is important and lasting!"
She undid his belt, the button on his slacks, and his zipper.  "That you
are all the man I ever really need..." She dropped to her knees in front of
him, taking his slacks and underwear down as she went.  "...and the only
man I'll ever love!" With that she engulfed his not quiet flacid penis
completely.

   In four years of marriage Debby had never gone after Todd's cock like
that and he was a little taken aback. . .  but recovering quickly!  He
could count of both hands the times she'd initiated sex.  She'd never been
this aggressive.  Todd wondered if she was fantasizing that the cock in her
mouth was black.  It didn't seem to matter to his cock!  "Oh my God! 
Debby, what are you doing to me?!"

   She pulled her nose out of his pubic hair.  His cock was slimmy wet with
her saliva.  Debby couldn't believe she'd actually had his cock in her
throat!  She was just so excited.  He'd started almost soft and feeling it
grow in her mouth was so . . .  sensual!  It just kind'a grew into her
throat.  She'd fought her gag reflex once and now looked at his glistening
slick cock through teary eyes.  "I can't believe I ate the whole thing!"

   "I can't believe it either!" Then she did it again!  It hesitated at the
back of her mouth; she jutted her jaw, pushed and swallowed.  With an
`Ummph' her nose once again tickled in Todd's thick curls.  "Oh God!" And
again!  "Uuugghh!  Much more of that and I'll be coating your tonsils!"

   "Ummmm!" Debby moaned in encouragement.

   Todd didn't want it to end this fast.  "Come 'ere baby!  Let me get you
out'a those sexy rags!" He pulled her off of his cock.

   She pouted and wiped saliva from her mouth.  She pushed him back on the
bed and said, "No!  This is all for you.  Let me strip!" And she did!  As
if there was music: slow, sensuous, sexy.  She made the most of the two
pieces of clothing she had on: teasing, flashing --she unzipped her shorts
and pulled the open waist band up causing the crotch to dig into her wet
pussy.  She pinched and pulled on her hard nipples and pulled teasingly on
her light pubic hair, acting like she threw some his way.

   This was no longer the innocent Debby he'd had on that pedestal for so
long.  . . .  And he liked it!  "Where's your panties, Baby?"

   "Didn't wear any today!  Made me feel sexier for you!  My jean crotch
has been digging into my pussy all day and I've been so wet!  Do you like
your little girl being a little nasty?" She finally dropped her jean
short-shorts and kicked them toward Todd but missed.

   "I'm loving it!  Are you still my little girl?"

   "You know I am!  I just wanna be your naughty little girl!  I've had to
be good for too long!"

   "Tell Uncle Todd how you wan'na be naughty!" Todd expected Debby to
start talking about black men.

   Debby had a more immediate objective in mind.  She did her best little
girl imitation, "I wanna suck Uncle Todd's wiener until it shoots juice in
my mouth!"

   Todd almost choked!  "Does Uncle Todd get to suck Debby's little pussy?"

   "Mmmaaaayyyybe!  But not until I've swallowed your cum down in my
tummy!" That Debby was actually saying that, was a dream come true for
Todd! She grabbed a pillow and placed it at his feet.  She dove for his
cock, deep throating his 6+ inches again!  She pulled off with a pop and
said, "Just lean back and enjoy; I really wanna do this!"

   "Oh God, Baby, I probably won't last long."

   "That's okay; just relax, watch, and let it happen!" With that she went
to work.  Todd still couldn't believe this!  He'd never really watched her
giving him head before.  They'd 69'd and she'd leaned across his abdomen
blocking his view a few times; with the later she'd never taken him all the
way to the finish.  Never had she set out to make him cum in her mouth...
and told him to watch!

   Actually Todd surprised them both; it took longer than he figured it
would.  Maybe it was watching.  Or the tension created by her effort on his
shaft to get it into her throat every now and then.  He wanted to eat her
so bad he could taste it!  It wasn't until he imagined Debby doing this to
a largely hung man --okay, he'd make it a black man!-- that he once again
felt his orgasm was imminent.  It happened fast then.  "Oh God, Baby, I'm
CUUMMMMMING!!!  That's it, suck him, Baby!  Oh yah!" He flopped back,
panting as Debby nursed his deflating cock.

   She finally flopped beside him.  "Emmmm!  That was good!" she said,
smacking her lips.

   "Really?  You're not just saying that?"

   "I've liked it since the first time!  I'm just sorry it took so long to
find out!  And ...  I was scared to admit that I liked it at first!  I'm
not going to keep any secrets from now on!  By-the-way: `Suck HIM'?"

   "Uh?"

   "You said, `suck him, Baby! ...' who HIM?"

   "My cock I guess!"

   "Todd, no secrets?"

   "Okay . . .  Some big cock from my fantasy!?  Okay, . . .  it was a
black cock.  No secrets; you've got me thinking about it now!"

   "I guess I knew that.  Todd, it's just a fantasy. . .  I'd never..."

   Todd put his finger to her lips.  "Shhh!" He moved himself to the edge
of the bed and pulled her hips that way too.  "That can wait. . .  Now it's
your turn!  Watch me, like I watched you!" Debby had always had her head
back and eyes closed as he'd eaten her before, and more likely than not,
the lights had been out.

   He devoured her with as much enthusiasm as she had him.  And Debby was
more involved than ever before: watching, making faces of pleasure and
torment, guiding his head and mouth with her hands, hunching at his face,
pulling her knees almost to her chest and spreading them wide, feeding him
her crotch!  And she was wet!  Wetter than he could ever remember, prior to
being screwed.  Amazingly, neither of them gave a thought to another man,
hung or not, black or white; it was just Todd and Debby.  More accurately,
Todd's mouth and tongue and Debby's pussy and clit!  Nothing else mattered
to either of them.  It was glorious!  It was pussy worship born in love as
much as her act had been homage to his cock for the same reason!  And her
orgasm matched the depth of feeling each had for the other!

   Todd had covered Debby's anus with his thumb and was amazed at the
pulsing signals of her climax in her muscles surrounding her anus and
pussy. In four years of marriage he'd never felt it that way.

   Todd had eased up on his clit sucking as she squealed in release,
knowing from experience how her clit apparently got sensitive to the point
of pain as she went over the top.  But this time he couldn't resist giving
it one last firm suck as Debby trembled in the aftermath of her cum.  The
result was instantaneous and equally amazing: the muscles under his thumb,
around her anus, knotted and spasmed again!  Debby sheirked and jerked with
what appeared to be an after shock equal to the original orgasm!  At first
she pulled his face into her pussy so hard it scared Todd, then she pushed
him away, dropping her hands to the bed, clutching the covers.  Todd still
supported her cute ass with one hand, his thumb still on her anus; it
continued its involuntary contractions for nearly 10 seconds before fading
away.

   Todd sat back on his heels, watching in awe as her legs trembled.  He
expected Debby to kind'a unwind, lowering her legs and just coast for
awhile.  Instead Debby put her little feet on each side of his head,
holding it has if they were hands.  She raised her head and with lust
filled eyes and a husky voice said, "Shit!  That curled my toes.  What was
that last thing you did, you wicked man?"

   "Your little button was standing so tall I couldn't resist giving it
just one more good kiss!"

   Debby raised Todd's head with her feet.  At first he thought she was
gunna guide it back to her pussy; instead she allowed his mouth to get only
within a couple inches.  "If that was a kiss, I don't know if I could
handle a suck!" She just kept lifting and Todd was forced to his knees,
then to stand stooped over her, her legs now extended almost straight up,
her feet still clutching his head.  She reached between her thighs and
grabbed his cock.  "Ummm!  This is what I need now!  It feels up to it!"
Debby let her feet slide down to his shoulders as he leaned into her,
following the pull on his now thoroughly recovered manhood.

   Todd and Debby both watched as his cock slid straight into her sex in
one smooth stroke.  "Oh yesssss!" She hissed.  Her pelvis rose off the bed,
coming up to meet him as he leaned into her legs, her feet on his
shoulders, almost folding her in half.  Debby's taut body seemed to have
the flexibility of a gymnast; her feet almost touching her own ears.  "Oh
God, Todd, fuck me.  Fuck me hard and deep!" Todd realized this position
afforded the deepest possible penetration.  As deep as he could anyway. 
"I'm giving ya all 6, baby!  Maybe a little more!" They'd measured it once
6-1/4" in length and 5-1/4" in circumference.  Nothing to be ashamed of,
but Todd immediately wished he had more.

   "Don't forget the 1/4 inch; slam it in me too!  As hard and as fast as
you want, baby!" Debby was flushed as he'd ever seen her.  He'd often
pictured her as a smoldering volcano of sexuality.  He felt like he was now
seeing at least a hint of her eruption potential.  She was begging for all
the cock he could give, hard and fast, and he wished he had more.  Could
she take 8" . . .maybe 9" and bigger around too?  He'd like to give it to
her, even if it was on another guy!  The thought fueled his own passion as
he slammed into her with such force he was sure it must hurt, if not from
the genital penetration, then just their colliding pelvic bones and skin
slapping against each other.  She didn't seem to care and because of that,
neither did he!  On he went as Debby clutched at his hair pulling his face
to her own, kissing him urgently, her legs seemingly tangled backwards
between then.  She kissed his ears as he pictured a big black man pouring
all he had into Debby while she loved every inch of what he could give. 
That was all for Todd; his release felt like his entire being was pouring
into her, suddenly white hot and all fluid.

   The sensation was closely matched by Debby's own.  She had been lost in
a stream of images, the central theme of which was her as the receptacle
--a vessel-- for the seed of manhood.  As if her womb was a most special
one selected for a ritual in which she received the white hot fluid of a
darkly cloaked figure who was literally all cock!  And she had tried to
take all of him. . .  all of Todd!  She'd have swallowed his entire being
through her sex in a weird reverse birth if she could have.

   They both hung there, both trembling, both almost too scared to move,
both feeling as if their groins had become liquid and melted together. 
Debby once again became aware of Todd --it had seemed for a time he was
just a cock, one that she couldn't seem to get enough of into her.  She
became aware that her pussy was twitching and that she may well have
experienced her first penil-vaginal orgasm.  F Is that what it was?  She
felt like she'd blacked out, couldn't recall.  It didn't matter, it was
sweet now!

   Todd spoke first, "Talk about curling your toes!  That was . . . 
incredible!"

   "Ummm!" was all Debby said as Todd slowly peeled himself from her.  It
was as if she needed to unwind the body that had unnaturally folded up
between them as her vessel was offered for penetration.  As Todd pushed
himself up and Debby let her legs fall to the floor they both watched the
rush of fluid from her.  She covered her vagina with a hand, immediately
sorry they hadn't put a towel down.  Cum dribbled down the side of the
bedspread under her.

   Todd was almost scared to ask, "Did ya make it? . . .  Do ya want me to
finish you with my mouth?"

   "I might have . . .  It was so intense I kind'a lost myself!  And you're
sweet, but I'm not sure I could handle any more of your clit sucking right
now and a hot bath sounds so good!" She kept her hand clutched over her sex
as she waddled into the bathroom.  "I can't believe how much you came . . .
for the second time in an hour, it's amazing!" she called back to him.

   "You're the amazing one!  Jeez! . . .  Want some company in the tub?"

   "Absolutely!"

   Todd started the tub and added bubble bath as Debby finished on the
toilet.  Shortly they eased into the hot water and Todd pulled Debby back
to him.  Todd wanted to ask Debby so many things.  He didn't know where to
start.  He finally decided to just start anywhere and not analyze each
question even before it was asked.  He'd take his lead from what Debby had
said: she didn't want anymore secrets; he'd just have to trust.
He just let the question currently in his head flow out, "There at the
end, when you almost . . .  er, might have made it, were you having a

fantasy?  And before you answer, it's okay if it was about a black man."

   As Debby took a breath he was sure that is exactly what she was going to
say.  "To be very truthful, I'm not sure!  It was weird, like I was lost in
it somehow, that it had taken over me.  Like I didn't have a fantasy, it
had me.  I remember the feeling that I was one big vagina.  A pussy being
offered up to some kind'a penis god or something.  It was you . . .  and it
wasn't.  Like your whole being was just a cock the same as mine was a
pussy. And I tried to get all of you in me!  Could you tell!"

   "That you tried to swallow me?  Yah! . . .  Wow!  I've never been a
penis god before!"

   Debby slapped playfully at his leg that encircled her.  "Don't let it go
to your head!  What was your fantasy?"

   "Hoooolllyyy SHIT!  Debby!"

   "WHAT?"

   "Your fantasy!  It's . . .  it's like a dream I had last night!  Not
exactly the same . . .  but similar enough to be really weird!

   "In my dream, you were standing on this raised platform, in a silky
white, see-through gown.  The top of this platform was about eye level.  I
walked over and kissed your feet and ran my hands up your legs.  I helped
you kind'a sit down, slide over to the edge, and bunch the gown around your
waist.  I proceeded to kiss your pussy, lick around your folds, and to
thoroughly eat you out.

   "And here comes the weirdest part: Some dark cloaked figure approaches
--he's huge!-- towering over us both, platform and all.  I can't make out
any details until he opens his cloak; that's when I realize this . . . 
creature is like all cock!  Thing's obscenely big!  I'm kind'a mesmerized
by this . . .  thing.  He moves closer; it's bobbing up and down in front
of him.  I pull your butt further off the edge, and ducking under you, I
left your ass, offering your sweet pussy to him.  You've pulled your legs
up to your chest like you did just now when we made love!  Isn't this just
too weird?"

   "It is freaky, they're so similar!  Then what?"

   "Well, it just gets weirder still: He starts fucking into you with his
massive cock when suddenly another snakes out from under the first.  It
swings up and starts poking you in your butt hole."

   "Two at once?  One in my butt?"

   "It was just a dream, but it gets weirder still: a couple more black
colored cocks appear from the chest area and you start nursing on them!  My
dream ended as all these cocks began spewing creamy juice that you can't
seem to get enough of."

   "Damn!  Todd!  Is this tub too hot or is it just me?  And what is that
poking me in my crack back there?"

   "Sorry, I just thought it was enough like yours, it was just too weird!"

   "I'm sure it all means something, but to be honest, I'm too hot to try
to interpret it right now!"

   "You want to make love again?"

   "I think its gonna be a little sore.  Just cuddle me, tell me you love
me, . . .and that my fantasy is okay; that you wouldn't hate me for having
it!  ...And of course mean ever word of it!"

   "Debby, I couldn't deny you having fantasies.  I've sure had mine.  And
if we wanted to leave them fantasies, I guess that would be the end of it."

   "But?"

   "I'm not sure either of us want to leave them fantasies. . .So I guess
we need to talk."

   "Well, I guess I disagree with you: it sounds like you're saying if we
just wanted them to be fantasies, we wouldn't need to talk.  I think we
need to talk, regardless!"

   "Of course you're right baby.  It's just something that's hard for me
sometimes, but I'll try."

   "I've got a suggestion: instead of trying to talk this through here or
in bed, where it's too easy to be . ..sidetracked, let's take a walk on the
beach and talk there."

   "Sounds like a plan, Baby!"

   Todd felt better some how, having agreed to talk it out.  Debby knew
they had much ground to cover before she'd feel comfortable, whatever they
decided.  At least it would be together.

   They finished their bath and Todd suggested Debby wear the same
short-shorts and his shirt as earlier.  She was a little hesitant because
the beach was seldom deserted, especially on a mild evening like this.  But
if she were going to be more daring, now was a good time to start.  And it
would be getting dark soon, so her bare chest wouldn't be that noticeable.

   They set out on their walk hand-in-hand.  Debby could tell Todd was
struggling with just how to start this conversation.  Finally she said, "We
need a few ground rules I think: that we try not to get defensive about any
of our feelings, that no question is off limits, and that what ever the
answer is, we agree that we still love each other."

   Todd was silent.

   Todd was thinking, analyzing.  Is there any question I don't want her
asking me?  Or. . .  Is she seeking `immunity' for some transgression?

   Debby's intuition was uncanny, "Tell ya what; I'll answer a couple
without being asked: I have never been with a black man or any other man
sexually besides you.  And I won't ask you if you have been with anyone,
cause I trust you haven't ...since our marriage.  I don't need to ask."

   "I haven't been!"

   "I know!" . . .Silence.  "Come on, Sweetheart, don't make me guess what
else you might wanna ask.  Go on.  Ask me."

   "Ask you what?"

   "What ever it is that you're the most curious about?"

   "Does our new lighthouse keeper turn you on?"

   "Yes, but not any more than any other good looking black man.  I've only
seen him from a 100 yards. . .  And that picture in the paper."

   "You talk like good looking white guys don't turn you on."

   "Not true at all!  I look; I enjoy!  Especially tight buns.  One of the
best things about living so close to the beach." The last said as a tall
blond life guard type in jogging shorts went past.  "See what I mean?"

   "Didn't do much for me, but I can see where a gal..."

   "It's just that if those good looking buns had been on a solid black
bod. . .  Well, in all honesty, my legs would probably feel a little weak
`bout now."

   "If our lighthouse caretaker isn't the source of this sudden fantasy
about black men, who is?"

   Debby chuckled.  "Sorry.  My fantasy about black men is anything but
sudden.  I've had that fantasy secretly for 16 - 17 years.  You're the
first and only other person I've ever revealed that to."

   "Say what!?  You'd have been a little girl." He did the math.  "Hell,
you'd have been 9 or 10!"

   "That's right, 5th grade I think.  I came home from school and several
real muscular black men were working on the street in front of our house. I
sat on our stoop watching them for quiet awhile.  None of them wore shirts.
I thought their sweaty muscles were beautiful, all glistening in the sun."

   "Debby, thousands --no millions-- of little white girls see black guys
working without growing up wanting them --fantasizing about them!"

   "I'm sure you're right, but I'd bet that millions also, at some point,
for some baffling reason, have a secret desire to be with a black man.  I
read somewhere it is a common fantasy of white women.  I guess that
realization that I wasn't alone in my desire was the first time I actually
began to think about telling you.  Up to that point I thought I must be a
demented sinner of a wife for having such a fantasy.  Of course by then
you'd been whispering things while we made love for some time about how you
wanted me to enjoy a big cock.  I got to admit, adding your erotic
suggestions to my own fantasy really got me going."

   "I hope you don't think less of me for having that fantasy."

   Debby stopped their forward motion and turned Todd to look at her.  "How
can you think I might?  I think after I realized it was your fantasy, I
respected your courage in sharing it with me.  I should have had more
courage sooner."

   They kissed then walked on quietly for awhile.

   "As I look back I don't know why that incident effected me so.  Maybe it
was a backlash of some lewd racist comment made by my dad or older brother
at some point I don't even remember, or some whisper from a playmate long
since forgotten.  What ever it was, sitting there on that stoop, the seeds
of this life long fantasy were planted." They walked silently for a number
of seconds, each kicking sand.  Then Debby continued, "I don't even know
which happened first: the dampness in my panties or the sexual
thoughts...such as an 9 or 10 year old can have.  I just know that I had
this moist tingling `DOWN THERE' and these thoughts about how they could
see up my little school girl skirt.  And I wanted them to!  And that was
nasty.  Me wanting them to see me `DOWN THERE'!  That was the beginning."

   "They didn't try anything did they?"

   "NO!  One of them might have smiled at me while he wiped his brow.  They
were prefect gentleman.  I was the hussy!  The wetter the tingling got, the
more I thought about them; and the more I thought, the more tingling
wetness filled my panties.  I wondered if they were black all over.  By
that evening I regretted not going in, taking off my panties and going back
out to let them see!  Within the week I was constructing scenarios in
which, one or more of them would come up and talk to me, take my hand and
lead me into the house or the woods or someplace and ..."

   "And what?  Did you even know what sex was?"

   "I knew that it was nasty, made babies, and must be fun the way adults
smiled, but would never talk about it!  I just pictured them playing with
me.  No, I don't have a rape wish!  I guess at first I pictured them
playing doctor with me, you know touching me, pulling my panties down,
maybe spreading my cracks front and back.  I think I had this urge to get
naked in front of them from the very beginning.

   "Todd, if me keeping this from you all this time hurts you in any way,
I'm sorry!  You've got to understand it wasn't easy to finally share my
fantasy with anyone.  I intend to be 100% honest from now on."

   "I understand. . .  I'd struggled with telling you mine at first; I
guess I'm just a little more aggressive."

   "So where does your fantasy come from?  If you don't mind me asking."

   "I don't know actually. . .  Maybe I've always been a little. . . 
voyeuristic.  That's not easy to admit either, but probably true.  That and
I've felt your passion smoldering, trying to erupt free with my lovemaking,
but never quite making it the `regular' way."

   "Have I EVER complained?"

   "No!  It's just sometimes I feel a little . . .inadequate.  If I could
last longer. . ."

   "You DO fine!  Look at 30 minutes ago!"

   They walked on silently for awhile, Todd occasionally stopping to pick
up a shell and through it into the surf.  It was a beautiful evening,
though already cooling considerably as the sun slipped past the horizon. 
Finally Todd said it, "So! . . .  I think we need to get acquainted with
our new neighbor, don't you?"

   "Are you saying you want to make my fantasy into reality?"

   "I guess we could say that it was just to get a closer look at him to
help feed our fantasy." Debby took immediate note of Todd's use of the
words `OUR fantasy' instead of `your fantasy.' 

**** Cont in 3b...