Quinn, Male, 41

	- Narrator, project manager, father of Tera

	- 6'0, beige skin, 190lbs, wavy blonde-brown hair a few inches long

Tera, Female, 15

	- High School Freshman, daughter of Quinn

	- 5'7, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, shoulder-length bright copper-red hair

May, Female, 40s

	- Woman from gym

	- 5'3, almond-brown skin, 105lbs, straight black shoulder-length hair

Days 1.103 – 1.116

Tera was on my mind often over the next week. I always seemed to be walking a line between giving in to my fantasy and holding back, remembering I was her father and not her potential lover despite the moments we'd shared in my time line. I had an understanding of sorts, that if I gave in and had sex with Tera, that I'd seek that out over and over again, and I worried that such glorious moments would become stale, normal, less intense. I decided it was much better to anticipate such a time when we might be together that way, but I didn't let myself go down the road which might spoil that repeated first time for me and Tera. I never wanted, one day, to find myself intimate with Tera and have experienced it so many times that I didn't make it special for her. I feared I might start to go through the motions instead of savoring what, in her time line, was always her first time.

And, for a couple of weeks, I kept from tempting myself. I didn't even seek out sexual partners, new or old. I was sober, reading books I'd had queued up for ages. When I masturbated, I forced myself to envision Abigail, or Juliet, or Kylie. It seemed to be working, and I felt less intense urges to undress my daughter with my eyes each time I saw her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, wearing only a white bra and dark-blue cotton panties. I couldn't say the desire wasn't there, but I was able to suppress it for a time.

I decided I'd jumped into things way too fast after I realized I was stuck. Like a starving man who miraculously finds himself transported from the middle of a scorching desert to standing in front of a buffet, I'd eaten too much. I consumed everything I desired and didn't think about the consequences. It made me value less the opportunities I had, and even worse, made me think my daughter was on the menu. Even knowing she was willing and secretly desired me didn't make her someone I should pursue. I still wanted her, desired her, sure, but I convinced myself to stay away from that temptation, certain that my previous long-suffering celibacy had made me see Tera as one of many possible outlets for my sexual frustrations.

So, I opted to pace myself. I'd been stuck for almost four months worth of days at that point. I tried to count up how many partners I'd had over those weeks. Seventeen was what I came up with. Eighteen, I added quickly. I'd done enough with Tera to count her, as well. On average, not including Tera, that was one new partner every week, and didn't include all the times I had second and third times with most of them. To say the least, that blew away anything I'd experienced in my life before, and I shouldn't have been surprised that that sort of turnover in sexual partners had left me jaded and unable to value each of them as more than sets of warm holes to fuck.

After I felt like I'd again separated myself from my greedy desires, I opted to meet someone new again, this time trying to get to know them a bit first. I knew that I couldn't fall in love. That wasn't something which would lead to any sort of happiness for me when each day reset everyone else's memories. And besides, I admitted to myself, the only person I wished to fall in love with was Tera, and that, too, would only lead to heartbreak.

I decided to hit the gym, avoiding the pool where the I knew the temptation of twelve-year old Kacy might draw me in. Earlier in the loop, when I'd spent a few days at the gym, I'd noticed there were several pretty women working out, and I wondered if one of those might offer me some more 'normal' companionship than the quick-hitters I'd been going for most of my time in the loop.

I spotted a woman I vaguely remembered seeing before, an early-middle-aged Japanese woman. She was cycling on a stationary bike, staring ahead, mouth open and panting. The woman had silky black hair in a braided ponytail pulled over one shoulder, a tight blue workout shirt and tight grey sweats covering her body. Small breasts, or perhaps well-compressed ones, pushed out from her chest, and I couldn't help noticing that the crotch of her grey pants were dark as if she'd sweated through them.

I settled into a cycle beside her and smiled when she glanced at me. A tight smile and a quick nod were returned. I recalled how I'd had to work to sleep with Yvette, spending several nights asking her questions and learning little details which turned a light work flirt into a night of intimacy with the bartender. I wondered if I could do the same with this lovely woman.

I saw her slow and I stopped cycling, standing and stretching, watching her out of the corner of my eye. She wore no wedding band, and her long, thin fingers were tipped with manicured nails colored a deep, dark purple, matching the lipstick she wore. She was quite beautiful.

“You look like you do that professionally,” I said to her with a smile.

She giggled, wiping the sweat from her brow with a towel. “Hardly,” she said, no accent in her words, “but I'm here often enough you might think it was my job.”

“Well, you make it look easy.” I glanced at the readout on her machine. “Twelve miles! I barely made it two before my legs were burning.”

“Oh, mine are burning, but it just feels great,” she said, stretching her back. “Ten minutes and I'll be good to go.”

“I was just going to do some free weights... I hate to impose, but could you spare five minutes to spot me?” I could tell from the way her arms had tight curves that she probably did more than cycle. “If not, no problem...”

She shrugged, “sure, if you'll do the same for me.”

“Deal. I'm Quinn.”

“May,” she said, offering her hand, “nice to meet you, Quinn. Shall we?”

For the next twenty minutes, we alternated spotting each other while at the bench press. Each time I was on the bench, I could smell her sweaty crotch. Needless to say, the briny, pungent aroma made me very hard, and I did my best to hide my erection from May and the other gym patrons.

My arms were nearly jelly by the time I finished. But in snippets of conversation, I learned a bit about May. She was divorced and had a teenaged daughter who sometimes came to the gym with her. May worked as a clothing designer for years before starting her own modeling company.

“So, I've interrupted your normal routine, I think, but thank you for spotting me,” I told her, my head dripping with sweat. I couldn't help glancing at where May's thighs came together, the dark wet spot starting to trail down one of her thighs.

“No worries. I enjoyed having someone to lift with. I never ask anyone, so usually, I just use the machines over there,” she said, pointing to the lat pulldowns and other equipment along the far wall. I got the sense that May was a bit shy.

She glanced away but didn't move. I wondered if she was waiting for me to continue.

“So... what's next?”

May let out a quick breath. “I'm done, I think. Maybe take a dip in the hot tub. You?”

I'd not brought swim trunks with me. “Well... I'd join you but... I think they'd not like me getting into the water in my underwear, so I think I'll call it a night.”

May laughed and blushed slightly.

“It was really nice to meet you, May. See you again soon?”

She smiled shyly. “Yes. Nice to meet you. Good evening, Quinn.”

- - -

Day 1.117

I was back at the gym the next night, and once more, cycled next to May then joined her at the bench press. Again, I had the pleasure of inhaling her scents as I pushed with all my strength to lift the bar high enough to count another repetition. I learned a few different details of her life, including that her parents had immigrated to the United States from Japan in the 1960s, bringing May's older sister Juni. May was born a few years later, growing up speaking mostly English, though she also learned fluent Japanese. I made a note to remember that point, it offered a way to connect with her. I just needed to learn a bit of Japanese. I certainly had plenty of time to do so.

This time, however, I'd brought my swim trunks. When May said she was heading to the hot tub, I offered, “that sounds good. Mind if I join you?”

May nodded, blushing slightly. “I'd like that. I wish to shower, first.”

“As do I. See you there.”

- - -

I felt my heart flutter slightly when I left the men's locker room and saw that Kacy was settled into the hot tub with her mother. I couldn't help remembering the slippery flesh of the young girl's pussy, the way her tight, virgin hole had gripped me so wonderfully, the heat from her vagina draining me as we fucked. I'd had sex with Kacy three or four times, and my dick jumped to think I might once more. But I resisted the urge to try. I was attempting to forget those moments with young girls, instead focusing my attention on the sexy Japanese mother who would soon be joining me in the hot tub.

I settled into the water, far enough away from Kacy that I wouldn't be tempted to explore her crotch with my toes. I smiled at her, unable to stop from remembering the way her eyes had pierced mine as she gave me her virginity. I slid further down to avoid making my erection obvious.

Thankfully, May strode up a moment later. She wore a dark-purple one-piece, the color similar to the paint on her nails and on her lips. The woman smiled at me when she saw me. “Sorry, the shower took longer than I expected.”

I wondered if she'd smelled herself and felt self-conscious. Part of me wished she'd not cleaned away the wonderful sweat and juice which had moistened her crotch.

May slid into the water near me and I heard her sigh. We began to talk again. I learned that she'd never visited Japan but really wanted to do so. I commented that I had never been either. “Maybe we can team up and go sometime?”

I said it lightly, somewhat in jest, and May laughed. “Maybe... Tell me about you, Quinn? Just you?”

I nodded, “divorced, teenage daughter, same as you.”

“Oh, what's your daughter's name?”

“Tera. She's fifteen.”

“Tera...” May said, a thoughtful look on her face. “Tera... Oh, of course. Redhead?”

“Yes...”

“My daughter is Uni!”

“How did I not notice the resemblance? Of course, I know Uni, she's been over to my house a few times. She's such a lovely young woman.”

May smiled, blushing again. “Thanks... she's nothing like me, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh,” May explained, “I'm rather... quiet, I suppose. Uni... she's a bit wild sometimes. She thinks she's thirty. Acts like it sometimes, too.”

“I've never seen that side of her.”

“And you probably won't. When she's around other adults, she's a perfect girl. Around me or her friends... let's just say I've caught her... experimenting.”

“Experimenting?” I asked.

“With boys.”

“Oh...” I hid the fact that I was already making sure to see what Uni might be up to in my one-night-loop. She sounded like she might be interested in a fun night. I tried to push that thought aside in my attempt to reign in such ideas, but I couldn't help recalling the way Uni looked so sexy in her schoolgirl plaid skirts. I wondered if her mother ever worse such dress.

“Quinn... how have you handled your daughter... experimenting... I'd think it would be harder for a single father to deal with that...”

“Oh, not too hard, I suppose,” I said, not admitting how much of a struggle I'd had dealing with my own sexual thoughts for my daughter. “Tera's... she's pretty mature about things. I've talked to her, told her that it was her body, that she was old enough to make her own decisions about who she shared it with. I just made sure she knew it was up to her to consent, as well as the boy or girl she was with, and to use condoms with the boys. Otherwise... she's old enough, I think.”

May watched my face a moment, considering her words. “I put Uni on birth control. I was worried that she might not be so careful...”

“That sounds like a good idea. I should consider it for Tera.” I knew, of course, that even if Tera had sex in the time loop, and a sperm overcame the odds to find her egg, it would just reset the next day. “She's ready for sex, I'm sure. There was even... someone... So I hear...”

May shook her head. “When did they get so old, Quinn? I feel like I'm still fifteen some days. Like I barely know how to handle myself when considering... relationships...”

I could see her blushing again.

“I know the feeling,” I told May, describing the reality from her time line instead of mine, “it's been a couple of years since I had a relationship...”

“Oh... that's nothing. I'm going on ten.”

“May, that's hard to imagine. You're so beautiful... you must get asked out all the time.”

She shook her head, blushing deeper. “No... never. Most of the men I work with are gay, and other than the gym... I never go out. You're the first guy to even talk to me here for more than five minutes.”

“Their loss.” I said sincerely. “I've enjoyed talking to you.”

She grinned, not quite meeting my eyes.

“Look... I'm free the rest of the night. Tera's off to a dance... would you like to go have a drink? Or coffee? Or dinner?”

May hesitated, then slowly shook her head. “No... no thank you... I shouldn't.”

“Oh, I thought...” I was confused, unsure what had gone wrong. “I thought maybe we were clicking. Another time then?” I asked, trying to gauge whether there was enough interest to try again the next night.

She nodded, “Yes... maybe another time.”

- - -

Day 1.118 – 1.125

I spent a week cramming as best I could, using videos and lessons I found on the Internet to pick up a words and phrases in Japanese. I learned a few greetings, how to compliment a woman, how to ask for a date. I knew it was very basic stuff, really, but I committed several hours each day for a week, enough that I felt confident in going back to the gym and trying it out on May.

May's rich scents were filling my nose when she told me, again, that she had grown up speaking mostly English, but she was fluent in Japanese.

“I've been learning, myself,” I told her.

“Oh? How long?” May asked as I leaned up from the last set.

“A week,” I said, “but I've picked up some things.”

“Tell me!” May said, excitement in her face.

“Watashi wa sake ga suki,” I said, telling her that I liked sake.

She smiled, “Watashi mo,” May replied, which meant she did as well.

“Watashi wa Nihon o hōmon shitaidesu,” I added, hoping I told her that I wanted to go to Japan.

Her eyes widened slightly, her smile broader. “Sore ga watashinoyumedesu.”

I knew part of what she said, I understood watashi as want or wish. I shook my head.

She giggled, “I said that is my dream... to go to Japan. All my life, I've thought I'd find time to go, but... work kept me busy... and my daughter...”

I nodded, “I understand. I've basically done nothing but work and raise my daughter, not even dated anyone in years.” Strictly true, but I knew it was misleading.

“Me as well. Where does the time go?”

“I don't know,” I replied, “but life is too short to pass up chances to live our dreams...”

May stared at me, an even look on her face, but she didn't speak.

I decided to see if my Japanese was good enough to pass on a compliment. “Anata wa totemo utsukushīdesu.”

May blushed. I'd told her she was very beautiful, I hoped. She didn't respond, looking down at her feet.

“I'm sorry,” I blurted out quickly, “I shouldn't have said that... I've spoken out of turn.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head and smiling finally, “no... thank you... I... haven't heard that in a long time...”

“Well,” I said more gently and directly, “it's true.”

When she blushed deeper and looked at me a moment. “Listen... I was just about to shower and go soak in the hot tub... would you join me?”

May nodded, smiling, “the shower or the hot tub?”

“Err... Ha!” I laughed. “Your choice, but I meant the hot tub.”

“Hot tub, right...” she replied, “sure, I'd like that.”

- - -

May settled into the water next to me, my eyes largely avoiding the way that Kacy glanced my way from time to time. May's posture and tone suggested things were different this time. Again, we talked and I asked many of the same questions as I had before, ending the soak by suggesting, “You said you like sake... would you like to go for sake with me tonight?”

She hesitated. This time, however, her head leaned forward and she answered, “Yes... I'd like that.”

“Know a good place? I haven't been to a sake bar in a while.”

“I think so. Sake Palace is where my sister and her husband go. Like I said,” May told me, “I don't really go out, so...”

“Sounds good to me. Shall we meet there in, say, half an hour?”

“Yes... alright.” May seemed nervous as she smiled and headed for the women's locker room. To be honest, I felt a bit nervous myself.

- - -

“Here, try this one,” May said to me, using chopsticks to put a piece of yellowfin tuna sashimi on my plate. “My favorite.” I couldn't help glancing to where her dark-blue blouse hung loosely over her small breasts, the outline of her bra barely visible underneath.

I picked up the offering with effort, chopsticks still unfamiliar in my hand, and slid the fresh raw fish into my mouth. It practically melted. “Mmm... lovely.”

May had introduced me to sushi and sashimi as we worked on our second bottle of sake. I'd had it a time or two, but, as I was finding out, the quality had been poor compared to the superior items May had ordered for us at Sake Palace.

I tipped the end of the sake bottle into her ceramic cup and asked, “another?”

May shrugged, “I won't be fit to drive...”

“Me either. But I'd love to continue our fun, and I can call a cab when you want to leave.”

May's earlier shyness had slowly given way to a soft, flirtatiousness which I found delightful. Deep inside, I felt the pain of knowing that I'd never be able to explore my relationship with her beyond one night, at least not where she would recall it. I really connected with May. For the time, at least, I pushed aside the future disappointment I had come to know well when I'd fallen for others in my loop, and enjoyed the company May granted me that night.

She was quite beautiful, and it wasn't just the sake talking. As I ordered a third bottle from the waitress, I noticed how delicately May's features were balanced on her face. Her nose was thin and slightly upturned, her eyes spaced perfectly, a lush almond-brown which were lighter than at first glance. Her hair, a silky black, flowed smoothly down over her neck and shoulders, and even her eyebrows seemed perfectly sized, floating just above her eyes. Okay, maybe the sake was tinting things towards the rosy end in my observations.

By the time we'd finished our drinks, May was practically in my lap. She'd leaned closer as the evening went on, and when I asked if she was up for something else, she smiled and nodded. I checked my watch. It was just after ten-thirty. I called us a cab.

- - -

At my house, May became shy again, but she'd held my hand throughout the short cab ride and had even accepted a kiss as we pulled up in front of my place. Inside, I offered her a drink, but she refused, glancing around slowly. I wondered if she was looking for a bedroom.

Since she wasn't drinking more, and I was already quite buzzed, I stepped to her rather than pour myself a whisky. May blushed slightly but didn't resist as I kissed her again. My arms slid around her back and I pulled her against me. I knew she could feel my penis pressing against her stomach as our tongues played lightly together.

I took her hand and without another word, guided her up the stairs and into my bedroom. This time, I was careful to close the door behind me.

May seemed to want me to take charge, and I was quick to do so. We kissed again as I slowly began to remove her blouse. Shirt tossed aside, my fingers traced along her bra until I found the clasp, and seconds later, I pulled back slightly from May to admire her naked breasts.

They were round and small, a slight droop of motherhood and age giving them a lovely weight despite their size. Dark brown nipples were hard, topping May's tight, chocolate-colored areolae. I slid forward to suck each into my mouth. May moaned and let her hands trail over my head as I moved from tit to tit.

I spun her around and unbuttoned her slacks, pushing them down to her ankles. May's grey panties held a dark spot in the crotch, and I could smell a light hint of her excited sex as I began to peel down her underwear. May's genitals had a clean, musky scent, and as her thick, straight pubes were revealed, I could just see the edges of her dark-red labia between her legs.

I kissed her again once her pants and panties were off, and pushed her slowly onto her back, spreading her legs. May's vulva was thin, her labia minora slightly open, one side of her flower tucked in, the other fully visible. I inhaled against her sweaty flesh, then ran my tongue along her sensitive folds. May was panting lightly, and each time I licked her tiny hard clit, she rocked her hips against me.

She didn't cum easily. I ate May's sweet, pungent pussy for what felt like hours, her body rising and falling, seemingly getting close to release before she relaxed. I took my time, not in a rush, loving the way her pussy tasted, savoring the rich, thin trickle of cream coming from her vagina.

No matter how I tried, fast, slow, teasing her clit or slathering it, using fingers against her G-spot or along her labia, May didn't climax. She seemed to be enjoying herself, though, and I was in heaven eating her out for so long.

As I finally rose over her and slid my pants down, I realized I had not picked up any condoms. “I... uh... I don't have a condom...”

May watched my face, sweat in beads along her brow. “Okay... are you... are you safe?”

“I don't have any diseases,” I told her as I massaged her breasts, my cock bobbing just inches from her pussy, “if that's what you mean.”

“Oh... that's good, no... I meant... safe... like... I don't want to get pregnant...”

For whatever reason, knowing May was still fertile was a huge turn on. I decided not to lie. “No... still potent as far as I know...”

“Oh... umm... Don't stay in me when you... get there...” She bit her lip in an adorable way, and I wondered if her words betrayed her real desires. She seemed to be fighting herself despite her words.

“I'll pull out,” I promised as her legs spread wider. My cock slid slowly into May's vagina, and together we moaned in pleasure at the contact. Her pussy was slippery and snug, not tight like a teenager, but surprisingly shallow, her cervix soon stopping my penetration when I was only about two-thirds inside her. Again, I couldn't help thinking how arousing it was to know the mother was still fertile.

I started to fuck her slowly, drawing out until just the tip of my cock was inside her folds, then sliding back in until her channel could take no more. Over several minutes, we kissed and copulated like lovers, her vagina lengthening gradually to where I could fully penetrate her body with each thrust inside.

May began to tremble under me and her narrowed eyes stared into mine. I was starting to get close to my orgasm, my body humming as I swelled in the woman's cunt. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she pulled me closer, her lips next to my ear. She whispered sensually, “you can cum in me if you want... I'd really enjoy that...”

I whispered back, throbbing and close to release, “are you sure? You said you didn't--”

“I know... that's what I'm supposed to say... but... I want this... please...” May's back arched and she pushed her body down against my hips, driving me deeper into her vagina. “Please...”

Whatever had changed her mind, I was picking up speed and started to slam against May's body, her slick hole slippery with her juices and my pre-cum. I knew the fantasy of me cumming inside her was turning her on, so I kissed her again, then whispered in her ear, “I'm about to cum in you, May.” She moaned loudly and trembled. “I'm going to cum in you...”

Her body managed to open wider, receptive, willing to let me shoot my seed into her fertile cunt. I started to unload. “Cumming... uhhhnn... uhnn... cumming in you, May... ooooohh... uhnnn...”

I swear the first squirt of my sticky semen set her off. May's body rocked up and off the bed, her arms like a vice around my shoulders. She cried out, “oooohhh... fill me... fill meeeeee! Nnnnn... nnnnn... nnnnnn...” I spurted my load, cum blasting against the woman's cervix as she orgasmed with me. I was overcome with the fantasy of impregnating her fertile womb with each pulse of my seed.

When I'd finished and May had begun to relax from her climax, she started to giggle. “Hee... I think you enjoyed that...”

“Me?” I asked with a grin, “of course! But I think you were right there with me...”

“Mmm-hmm... I love that feeling...”

We rested a bit, side-by-side, after I withdrew and left her sticky pussy to drip cream onto the blanket. “So... why did you change your mind?” I asked quietly as I held her and kissed her cheek.

“I didn't.”

“But you said you didn't want me to cum in you.” I replied.

“I know... I just... it's been a long time, Quinn... a long time for me. Not since Uni's father, actually... I don't miss him... but... I miss making a guy cum in my body... it just feels... right... I told you not to... but I really wanted it... and when you got close...” she paused. “It's the only way I've ever been able to get off...”

“Really?”

“Pretty much, yes. No idea why.”

I found that hard to believe. “Not even when you masturbate?” I asked, idly stroking her breasts.

“I never do that...”

I could only shake my head, incredulous that anyone with the sort of sexual passion May had just shown me might go without playing with herself from time to time.

I glanced at the clock. It was only midnight.

She noticed. “Need me to go?” May asked, her hand resting on my hip.

“No, not at all.” I swept my hand over her stomach and she twitched as I tickled her. “Was just wondering... you know... since you don't get to cum very often it seems... if maybe you'd want another...”

May blushed and smiled, rolling me on to my back, then took my flaccid penis in her hand. “I'd like that very much.”

Her lips slid over my cock and it took all of ten seconds to grow hard again. May's suction was gentle and steady, a little tentative, but her mouth was wet and welcoming, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation.

May soon slid her hips over mine, a drop of my semen sliding onto my balls as she took me inside her pussy. She rode me slowly a while, facing me, then sucked me again before bending over the bed and offering me her swollen, hairy vagina. I lapped it for long minutes, enjoying the sweet and pungent flavors from her slit, even teasing her anus with my tongue. May seemed to enjoy it all, but as before, she didn't cum from my cunnilingus. I stood and put the tip of my cock against her wet, hairy pussy and pushed inside.

I pounded her slippery channel as long as I could, the back of my mind warning me that Tera would be home before much longer, but something about that helped me hold off instead of speeding things up. May got close to orgasming several times, or so it seemed to me, but each time, she relaxed again without reaching her peak.

I heard movement outside the door and held still, my cock pulsing inside May's now sloppy, looser hole. Tera was home, and it seemed she had paused at the door. May looked back at me and seemed to understand, holding steady, panting.

It was incredibly arousing for some reason. I was close already, and holding myself still, trying to be quiet, May's warm hole randomly spasming around me and starting to tease semen from my balls. I heard Tera's weight shift, but she didn't walk away. I couldn't hold back, and May was right with me.

Whereas I was quietly grunting my load inside the woman, May struggled to hold back as she came on my dick. Her body flushed as her orgasm rushed in, my cum splashing inside her vagina again. She shuddered, her hips pushing hard against my pelvis, her moans barely covered by her lips.

I have no idea if Tera stayed outside my door to listen or if she had moved off quickly. I held May a while before she said quietly, “I should get going...”

“You can stay... if you want to...” I replied.

She hesitated briefly, looking down at where my cum and her juices had slid down her inner thigh. “I... I suppose I could... Uni is staying with a friend tonight... and maybe... in the morning... I can cum again?” May looked at me with a combination of sleepy relaxation and steady desire.

I knew that question was meaningless, but I responded, “I'd love that.”

We slid under the covers and I held her as long as I could stay awake. As usual, blackness descended before I had any chance to recognize its arrival.