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Chance
by Janna Leonard (sensuscribe3@yahoo.com)

***

Life changes direction, sometimes very abruptly. The 
Chinese symbol for crisis is actually a combination of 
two others, danger and opportunity. If you see only 
danger, you lose the opportunity to experience 
something worthwhile. Life is a journey to be enjoyed 
to its fullest, there are no second chances. (FF, rom, 
oral, mast, anal, feet, military)

***

I drove away from Chicago with mixed emotions, 
depression because I'd lost another job, the 5th in as 
many years, and elation at being set free from the 
suburban school system. I was 28 and without a partner, 
my Jeep loaded with my belongings as I sped south on 
the Interstate. I had decided to take some time off 
from life and gather my wits, maybe do some 
introspective thinking and choose a different vocation. 
Teaching hadn't worked out very well so far, it might 
be time to change direction.

I stopped at Bloomington and spent a few days with Mom, 
sleeping late and shopping. She was in her late 50's 
and frail-looking, more so now that she was alone. She 
suggested I go to our cabin, and I agreed it might be 
the perfect place. I repacked the Jeep with the 
essentials and headed south once more. The cabin was 
our family hideaway; a large A-frame nestled into the 
hillside with a pond nearby. I thought lots of trees 
and solitude might improve my attitude.

Growing up in a northern suburb of Chicago, life was 
good and nice things were the norm. We had money, my 
allowance was very generous and I was one of the few 
who had a car in high school. I also had a desire to 
teach, but dealing with the kids who didn't care had 
been emotionally draining for me.

I still missed my Dad, the one who'd been there for me 
the most. He had a no-bullshit way of dealing with 
life's problems. When I'd come to him at 17 with the 
confession that I thought I might be gay, he gave me a 
hug and said "You're still you".

All my closest friends in high school had been gay or 
asexual, more interested in their art or their craft 
than putting another notch on the bedpost. I dated a 
few guys in high school, but I never got attached to 
any of them like I did some of the girls.

My first girlfriend was just like me, horny but 
inexperienced. We caught each other staring one day at 
the pool and embarrassment gave way to curiosity. We 
introduced ourselves and sat talking for a long time, 
eventually deciding we could be friends. Sleepovers 
ensued, a glimpse of thigh here and a touch of a breast 
there, and before we knew it we were head over heels in 
love. Our sexual relationship ended when I went away to 
college, but I still get a card from her at Christmas, 
full of the things she and her partner are doing. My 
last lover had gone on to something new, she didn't 
like the city or her job, and had made a major life 
change. I had wished her the best and kept on working, 
saddened by her abrupt departure.

I called the place "Rock Haven", about 70 acres of 
hilly scrub and stunted trees on County Road Y. The 
pond out front is the only level place on the whole 
property, an oval about 200 feet long and half as wide. 
Family legend says that when my Dad excavated it, he 
took a break for lunch and when he came back the 
borrowed bulldozer was underwater. The water is always 
cold even in summer, so I think it's fed by an 
underground spring or river. Dad had built a raft of 
oil drums and planks, and I still remember sunbathing 
nearly nude on it as a teenager.

I spent the night outside St. Louis in a motel, rising 
bright and early to hit the road. Late that evening I 
turned off Interstate and drove down the county road, 
looking for our driveway. Easing the Jeep down the 
overgrown path, I stopped by the pole and unlocked the 
breaker box, turning on the power. A few yards farther 
down I parked the Jeep and got out, relishing the 
silence. Grabbing my overnight case, I locked up and 
went in the cabin. I'd need groceries and gas for the 
mower but tomorrow was soon enough. I turned on the 
water heater and checked the place for bugs, then 
headed for bed.

In the morning I made coffee and sat on the porch, 
enjoying the quiet. I made a list and unpacked the 
Jeep, cleaning as I went. I put on a thin cotton 
sundress and sandals for the trip to town, looking 
forward to an afternoon on the raft.

Waynesville was the same, a lot of uniforms and people 
hurrying from one place to another. I shopped for a 
couple of hours, loaded my purchases and headed for 
home.

It took several trips up the stairs to get everything 
inside and put away, and afterwards I put on my black 
bikini and grabbed a towel for my afternoon by the 
water. Wading through the frigid water and climbing on 
the raft were just as I remembered, ice-cold toes and 
sun-warmed shoulders.

Over the next few days I cleaned some more and stored 
things in their proper places, organizing the place 
like I wanted. I doubted my Mother would come and 
visit, even though she had intimated she might. I also 
began spending more time nude than ever before, 
especially at the pond. 

My body was nothing spectacular in my opinion, but it 
looked good with a tan. I'm about 5'9" and 120 pounds, 
brown hair worn long and hazel eyes. If my butt was a 
little smaller or my boobs were a little bigger I 
would've been more content, but nobody's perfect.

On Saturday I woke up late and sat on the porch with my 
coffee, letting the sun warm my toes. I wanted to spend 
the day at the pond working on my tan, so after a brief 
visit to the bathroom and loading my cooler, I grabbed 
my towel and bag and headed down the path. I rounded 
the last tree and came to a halt, staring. An old 
Valiant with a faded paint job was parked near the 
trees with the door open. A woman was trying to put on 
a bathing suit, muttering under her breath. A white 
butt and pale breasts declared her a non-nudist, 
definitely a visitor.

Not wanting her to see me nude, I backed out of sight 
and put my stuff down near a tree. Running for the 
house, I wondered what she was doing here. The property 
was posted on all sides, I'd checked the signs. I put 
on my bikini and walked back down, gathering my things. 
I took a deep breath and walked into the open toward 
her and the car. About halfway there she saw me and 
started, her hand going to her mouth.

"Hi, I'm Vanessa Holmes," I said, gazing at her. Quite 
pretty, she was about my age and slim, filling her suit 
nicely. I guessed about 5 feet 6, B cup, with short red 
hair and long legs, the shapely ones that models have, 
along with a nicely rounded bottom that wasn't 
completely covered by her suit. Her toenails were 
painted hot pink, complimenting her nicely shaped feet.

"I'm Donna Stoddard," she stammered, lowering her blue 
eyes.

"Did you know you're on private property?" I asked, 
putting my cooler on the ground.

"Ye-yes," she replied, blushing.

"Why do you come here?" I asked, taking a step closer.

"Look, I'll leave if you want, please don't call the 
cops, ok?" she pleaded, backing away from me.

"Just tell me why you came," I said.

She hesitated for a moment and said "It's a nice place 
to relax, do a little thinking."

"For me too," I replied, "first time I've been here in 
years."

"You own the place?" she asked.

"My family does, me and Mom now," I replied.

"I've been coming here for two years and never saw 
anyone, I thought the place was abandoned," she said.

"I'm here for the summer," I replied, "schoolteacher."

She smiled and said "I teach too, out at the Fort."

"American History and freshman soccer," I said.

"Radio communications," she said.

"You in the military?" I asked.

"For now," she replied.

"Why don't we take a load off and have a beer?" I 
suggested, sitting down.

I opened the cooler and pulled out two cans, handing 
her one.

"Thanks, you sure it's ok if I stay?" she asked.

"Glad to have the company," I assured her.

The next few hours were enlightening, she told me she 
joined the military to get away from home. A whiz at 
electronics, she found radio to be an exciting hobby 
and talked to people all over the world. I shared a 
little about me and my family, telling her the 
bulldozer story and a few others. She was fun to be 
with, had a girlish laugh that made her boobs jiggle 
and an infectious sense of humor.

Toward evening she sat there quietly staring at the 
trees on the other side of the water, perhaps thinking 
of the reason she had come today.

Out of the blue she asked "Are you alone?"

I nodded and said "There's been no one for awhile."

Standing up, she said "Thanks for letting me stay, I 
feel better."

"You're welcome anytime," I replied.

She rolled her towel and slipped on a pair of shorts 
and an old sweatshirt over her suit, definitely a 
modest person. I knew I'd have to work overtime on my 
tan to get rid of the lines I'd acquired today, but it 
had been worth it.

I put our empties in the cooler and draped my towel 
over my shoulder, preparing to head up the hill. As I 
walked past her car, she stepped forward and grasped my 
hands, saying "Thanks again for today," and leaned to 
give me a small peck on the cheek. It wasn't anything 
special, the kind of kiss girlfriends everywhere give 
each other, but I was close enough to smell her skin 
and the tanning oil she used. The look in her eyes told 
me she was very grateful, and I sensed rather than saw 
the loneliness behind them.

"You're welcome," I replied.

On impulse I moved forward and brushed her lips with 
mine, feeling the softness of her mouth. It was quick, 
but I hoped the look in my eyes would let her know I 
was definitely interested. Neither of us had declared 
our sexual preference openly, but I could tell by her 
shy glances that anything was possible.

The moment passed and she cleared her throat and said 
"Well, until next time then."

I nodded and watched as she got in her car and started 
it, backing up carefully to avoid the trees. Smiling 
and waving out the window, she made her way up the hill 
and onto the road, leaving me in silence. I sat on the 
porch and drank a few more beers until the mosquitoes 
got too bad, then went inside and showered, getting 
ready for bed.

I tuned the radio to an easy listening station, humming 
along with the ballads I remembered, reliving the 
events of the day. A kissable mouth for sure, shapely 
body ditto, (much nicer than mine!) and very pretty 
feet, that second toe just the right amount longer than 
the rest. I don't know why, but I've always been 
attracted to strong-looking feet and toes. And her 
smell, that delightful aroma of tanning oil on warm 
skin, made more special by her unique feminine scent 
that teased my nose. I mentally abused myself for not 
being more aggressive, then fell asleep with my hand 
between my legs.

She didn't come back the next day, so I mowed the grass 
around the cabin and down by the pond. She didn't 
appear the next day either, and I went shopping in 
Waynesville for more food, then cleaned up the place 
until dusk fell.

After my shower, I sat on the porch and drank some more 
beer, listening to the frogs. I thought I must be 
obsessed, I couldn't get her out of my mind for more 
than a few minutes at a time. I fervently hoped the 
"next time" would be soon or else I'd go crazy.


The weekend arrived and I was sitting on the front 
porch with my coffee, kicked back in my chair with my 
feet up on the railing. I heard a shout and a squeal of 
bad brakes, then an engine coming closer, growling like 
it was in low gear. I stood up just in time to see a 
large van squeal to a stop a few feet away from the 
back end of my Jeep. An older man looked out the window 
at me, his expression unreadable. Several windows were 
open and I heard a muffled "Whoo-hoo!", making me 
realize I was standing there nude. I blushed and ducked 
inside for my bathrobe, returning a few seconds later.

The driver was standing at the bottom of the steps by 
this time and I asked "Can I help you?"

"Yes ma'am," he replied, "are you the owner?"

"Yes, I'm part of the family that owns this place," I 
said.

"Well, we've been coming here for quite a while now and 
haven't ever seen anyone in the cabin, we assumed it 
was abandoned," he said.

"Well it's not!" I exclaimed, "we haven't used it for 
some time is all."

Turning to walk away, he said "Sorry to bother you, 
we'll go someplace else."

I heard a couple of groans from the van along with a 
loud "Shit!" 

The faces I could see were all young and mostly female, 
so I said "Wait a minute!...can you come up here for a 
second?"

He climbed the stairs and I opened the door, motioning 
him inside.

"Who are you?" I asked. 

"Master Sargeant Theodore Atkins, ma'am," he replied.

"Who are they?" I asked, pointing to the driveway.

"My troops from the Commo school, I treat them to a 
beer bust occasionally," he said.

"They were looking forward to it, weren't they?" I 
smiled.

"Yes ma'am, they were," he replied.

I knew that Fort Leonard Wood was a training base, but 
what kind was a mystery to me. I also knew that the 
local cops treated the military in a less than friendly 
fashion most of the time, and maybe a party was what I 
needed to lift my spirits. It was known locally as 
"Fort Lost In The Woods," and comprised 96,000 acres of 
the kind of ground I was standing on, namely not good 
for much else.

"Tell you what Sarge," I said, "if you guarantee there 
won't be any trouble that'll bring the cops down here, 
you go ahead and have your fun."

His face lit up in the first smile I'd seen and he 
reached to shake my hand.

"You won't regret it ma'am, there won't be no trouble," 
he said.

"Vanessa, Vanessa Holmes," I replied
.
"Pleased to meet you Vanessa, call me Teddy," he said.

I watched as he ran to the van and got in, quieting the 
passengers. I got a small wave from one of the back 
windows as it slowly drove down the hill and turned 
left out of sight. I put on my black bikini and walked 
out the door for the pond. Halfway down the path an old 
station wagon pulled up behind me and tooted its horn. 
I stepped off the path and said "They're that way!" as 
it drove past. The driver was a blond and she had 
several passengers in the other seats, dressed for a 
day at the beach.

When I arrived near the parked vehicles, preparations 
were in full swing. Two washtubs full of ice and beer 
were on the ground and a tall dark-haired kid was 
trying to light a portable grill. Dressed in a suit 
that barely covered his pubic hair, the bulge within 
was impressive. Teddy wore blue swim trunks and had a 
redneck tan, his arms and neck were brown with the rest 
a pasty white. Another guy was sorting through a large 
cooler, dressed much the same as the cook. The girls 
wore little or nothing, exposing large amounts of skin 
in varying shades of brown. I watched as one stepped 
out of her clothes and waded in the water with a towel 
and a small cooler over her head, headed for the raft.

Four or five others followed her, and in a few minutes 
they were all stretched out with oiled bodies gleaming 
in the sun. Teddy saw me and walked over, handing me a 
can of beer.

"Thanks again for letting us stay," he said.

"No problem," I replied.

"They work hard and don't get much time off, I keep'em 
together and do a little partying, helps increase their 
sense of being on a team," he said.

"What do they do?" I asked.

"Teach communications, radios, telephones, stuff like 
that," he said.

I nodded and asked "You think I'm overdressed for the 
occasion?"

He laughed out loud and said "Makes no never mind to 
me, I'm a happily married man, but to some maybe you 
are......your choice though."

I decided I'd keep the suit at least for now and walked 
to the grill. The tall kid with the Speedos thanked me 
and said "I'm Gary, you want a burger?"

"Sure," I replied, taking the offering in one hand and 
sitting on a nearby stump. The skinny blond kid yelled 
"Chow's ready!" and bent to give Gary a quick kiss on 
the cheek, smiling. He stood beside Gary and helped 
serve as they came forward in twos or threes for the 
food. 

During the afternoon I was introduced to most of them 
as they came forward to say thanks. I let them know the 
bathroom in the cabin was available but the rest of the 
cabin was off limits. I sunned and drank beer with 
them, listening to their stories about Army life.

Toward dusk, I heard Sargeant Atkins rounding up his 
people, urging them to get packed up and ready to go. 
One of the girls came up to me and kissed me lightly on 
the cheek, saying "thank you" softly in my ear. Her 
suit was tiny, allowing me a peek at her breasts down 
to the nipples. I felt a little twitch in my lower 
belly at the sight, reminding me that it had been a 
long time since I'd had company in my bed.

"You're welcome," I replied, giving her a little hug. 

Before they left I stood off to one side with Teddy and 
asked "Do you have a girl named Donna in your unit, red 
hair, nice legs?"

Teddy laughed and said "Yeah, I do. She stayed at the 
Fort today, she's working through some personal 
problems right now."

"Oh," I replied, "tell her Hi for me, will you?"

"Will do," Teddy said.


I snuggled into the comforter in my loft at bedtime, 
relaxed and happy, glad I had helped them enjoy their 
day but disappointed in not seeing Donna. In the 
morning I had my coffee on the porch, listening to the 
birds chirping and squirrels barking at one another in 
the trees. I realized my life was full and rich with 
all kinds of opportunities, only lacking in the romance 
department. I'd never made a pass at anyone I worked 
with, following my Dads' sage advice of "don't pee in 
your own pool". Chicago is full of clubs and bars that 
cater to my kind, but I missed waking up to a smile 
from someone I cared about. 

A few days later I was eating lunch and the phone rang.

I picked it up and a woman's voice asked "Vanessa?"

"That's me," I replied.

"This is Donna, from the other day? .....I'm sorry 
about not making it to the party, but I wonder if I 
could come out today?" she asked, "I'd like to talk to 
you."

"Sure can, I'll be here all day," I replied.

About an hour later I heard the sound of an engine 
coming down the drive, and I stood to greet her. Donna 
climbed out and came to the porch, wiping her forehead 
with her sleeve. She wasn't in uniform unless you 
counted the army green T-shirt over her shorts. 
Barefoot, she looked tired and depressed.

"Hi, what can I get you to drink?" I asked.

"A cold beer would be nice," she smiled.

She sat with her head down and her elbows on her knees, 
twisting her can and thinking of how to begin.

"You remember the day we met?" she asked.

"How could I forget?" I laughed.

"I've been thinking about you a lot since then," she 
said.

"Me too," I replied.

"In the Army they say "don't ask, don't tell", but I 
have to know. Why did you kiss me that day?"

"Because I wanted to," I replied, "and because you 
looked like you wanted me to."

"I did, but not for the right reasons, I wanted to be 
close to somebody, anybody," she said.

"It was a nice kiss anyway," I replied, smiling.

"Well, people tell me I wear my heart on my sleeve and 
I'm too open with my emotions. I know I'm naive, but I 
don't know what to think anymore!" she said, 
frustrated.

"Those things are ok around some people," I said, "but 
there are some who take advantage."

"That's why I wanted to talk to you today, I feel like 
I can trust you. I don't know why, but I do," she said.

I took a sip of beer and said "Go ahead."

"At the party, did you see a blond girl with a little 
white suit, about 5 foot three?" she asked.

"Mmm-hmm," I replied.

"Well, that's Judy, she's the reason I didn't come that 
day..... we've been dating for a few months and we 
broke up last week," she said.

"Did she say why?" I asked.

"She wants to experiment, have sex with other people, 
she says "to see if what we have is real"," she 
replied.

"Oh bullshit!" I exclaimed, "she just wants your 
permission to sleep around!"

"Well, she's doing it," Donna replied, a sad look on 
her face.


"Did you bring your suit?" I asked, thinking a swim 
might brighten her up.
She shook her head no and I said "Well, let's take a 
dip anyway, you might feel better." 

Her clothes did little to hide the fact she was a 
female in her prime, young and healthy with a beautiful 
body. I watched as she stripped out of them on the 
porch, her firm breasts with delicate pink nipples 
coming into view. The shorts followed and I saw the 
curls between her thighs matched her hair, a rarity. 
She blushed and smiled, apparently nervous at being 
exposed.

I handed her a towel and we walked slowly toward the 
pond, her nicely-shaped ass jiggling with her steps. We 
swam for a few minutes and got out to lie in the sun, 
sprawling on the towels side by side.

"I feel better now," she said.

Feeling the need to let her know how I felt, I asked 
"What makes you think you need someone to make you feel 
whole?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, raising her head to look 
at me.

"You ever hear the old saying 'a woman needs a man like 
a fish needs a bicycle'? I asked.

"No," she giggled, "but I like it!"

"Me too, because what it tells me is that if I have a 
relationship, it's because I want one, it's not because 
I need one......the difference between want and need is 
desperation," I said.

"Oh," she said quietly, my opinion of life sinking in, 
her head slowly dropping to her towel. 

We spent the rest of the afternoon in and out of the 
water, keeping cool and getting tan, sharing 
confidences and little secrets that new acquaintances 
do so as to be closer friends. I wanted to get to know 
her better, and possibly make love with her. I could 
only hope she felt the same way.

That night in my bed I ran my hands over my body, 
pleasuring myself and imagining they were hers. I 
couldn't get the image of her little pink nipples out 
of my mind.

***

Sarge called on Friday, asking if he could bring a few 
people out for the weekend, and I said yes.

"Is Donna coming?" I asked.

"I think so, you want me to call back when I know for 
sure?" he replied.

Not wanting to appear too anxious, I said "No, that's 
ok, I'll see you guys in a bit."

Checking the bathroom for extra toilet paper and 
tidying up the living room took a few minutes, and I 
heard the sound of engines in the drive. I stepped out 
on the porch and waved as they went by, hearing a 
couple of shouts of glee and anticipation. 

I gave them a minute or two to get things set up and 
walked down nude, carrying my towel. As I rounded the 
trees the scene looked much the same as before, except 
there were three vehicles and a few more people. 
Finding Teddy, I said hi and helped myself to a beer. I 
looked for Donna, assuming that a redhead would be easy 
to spot. I couldn't see her anywhere so I said hi to 
Gary and Dennis and spread my towel at the edge of the 
water. Disappointed she hadn't come, I was about to go 
back to the cabin when I heard her call my name.

"Vanessa! over here!," she yelled, and I saw her 
standing on the other side of the pond, frantically 
waving her arms. I folded my towel, grabbed my beer and 
waded across to join her.
I felt a little strange when I climbed out, she looked 
me up and down like she was inspecting me, grinning all 
the while.

"You're gorgeous naked!" she exclaimed.

"You've seen me before," I said.

"You're so brown now!" she said.

She was all giggles and smiles as she offered to share 
her blanket and I sat with her, catching up on her 
doings at the Fort. We splashed at the edge a couple of 
times and she got out a bottle of lotion.
As she oiled me I had some nice memories of people in 
the past, sharing small things like a back rub and the 
same tanning lotion. I thought it might be nice to 
share those things again with someone I cared about. 

"How are you and Judy getting along?" I asked.

"Rumor has it she is sleeping with three other people, 
I don't want in the middle of that," she replied.

"Busy girl," I chuckled.

"Too busy for me," she said.

I was on my stomach and Donna was lying next to me, her 
arms over her head. I opened my eyes and peeked at the 
soft tender skin of her underarm, right where it met 
her chest. Slightly wrinkled and covered with almost 
invisible downy hair, it looked like a perfect spot for 
a kiss. She increased my horniness a notch when she sat 
up and pulled off her suit, lying back down and asking 
"Do you mind?"

"Of course not," I replied, " you look good without a 
suit." The tan lines were sharp and clear, the brown of 
the tan giving way to her white skin and those pretty 
pink nipples. I closed my eyes and mentally drifted, 
feeling my pussy ooze a little.

The portable radio was playing something soft and 
romantic and I felt her hand grip mine and give it a 
little squeeze.

"It's nice being here with you," she said.

"Mmmmm," I replied.

"I've got a 72 for this weekend," she said.

"A what?" I giggled.

"A pass, for 72 hours, I don't have to be back until 
Monday morning," she said.

"Great!" I said, wondering whether she was trying to 
wangle an invitation to stay with me, or if she had 
other plans. She didn't say anything else, so I thought 
I'd investigate another source, a 'good option' as my 
Dad used to say.

"Be right back, you want anything?" I asked as I got 
up.

"I'm good," she said, pointing to her small cooler.

I swam across and got a beer, then went in search of 
Teddy. I found him in the front seat of the van, 
dozing.

"Teddy, talk to me," I said, waking him up.

Once he sat up, I continued "Did Donna get her 72 from 
you?"

"Mmm-hmm," he said, " I give out all I can."

"Did she say what her plans were?" I asked.

"Something about spending the weekend with somebody," 
he replied.

"Thanks Teddy," I said, "you're a big help."

"Can I tell you a secret?" he asked.

"Please do," I smiled back.

"Her bag is in the truck, personally I think she wants 
to stay with you," he said with a grin.

"Mmmmmm," I murmured, "Thanks Teddy, see ya around."

I picked up 2 more beers to cover the real reason I'd 
left and walked around the pond to rejoin Donna. She 
was sitting up, munching on a bag of chips and drinking 
a beer when I arrived and plopped down.

"Got room for these in your cooler?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmm," she mumbled, pointing at it. I stashed one 
and opened the other, leaning back.

"What are you going to do on your 72?" I asked.

"A bunch of us usually rent a motel room and get drunk, 
party a little," she said.

"Is that what you really want to do?" I asked.

"No," she said shyly, dropping her eyes. She reminded 
me of me with my first girlfriend, shy, tentative and 
bashful, not knowing if what I asked for would be met 
with enthusiasm or disgust.

"So what are you going to do?" I asked.

"Could I stay here with you?" she asked, her eyes 
gleaming.

"As long as you don't snore," I laughed.

She giggled and that took the edge off the 
conversation, leaving us both an out if the need arose. 
We hadn't mentioned bed at all, or where anyone was 
going to sleep. If we clicked, maybe something would 
happen. If not, at least I would have some pleasant 
company for a couple of nights. I stretched out on my 
back and closed my eyes, waiting for evening.

Teddy got his troops together around 6 o'clock, getting 
them dressed for the trip back. 

Donna said "I've got to go back with them and get my 
car."

"I'll drive you back Sunday night or whenever," I 
replied. Suddenly I realized she may not have wanted 
everyone to know she planned to stay with me, maybe 
some weren't gay and didn't understand, or some of the 
other girls would make fun of her.

"Or not," I said.

"I'll come back as soon as I can," she said, kissing my 
cheek. She got in the van and drove up the hill, 
leaving me to walk. Hurrying back to the cabin, I 
cleaned the kitchen and picked up stray clothes from 
the floor. Putting some stew on the stove to heat, I 
took a shower and sat on the couch in my robe, waiting.

7 came and went, as did 8. I ate supper and did the 
dishes, turning the radio on low. At 8:30 I heard her 
old beater rattle its way down the hill and stop, then 
the slam of the squeaky door. 

Quick steps coming up the stairs and then a series of 
hard knocks, her voice calling, "'Nessa? It's me!"

I opened the door and saw a different person. She'd 
taken the time to fix her hair and put on a little 
makeup, highlighting her blue eyes. Dressed in very 
short white shorts with a matching halter top, she 
displayed her tan to perfection.

She had a small bag in her hand and dropped it on the 
floor, telling me "I'm sorry about this afternoon, I'm 
not very brave."

"That's ok, you're here now," I smiled, "can I get you 
something to drink?"

"A beer is ok," she said. I got us both one and sat on 
the couch, patting the cushion next to me.

"Come sit with me," I said, putting my feet up.

She kicked off her shoes and pulled her halter top off, 
revealing her soft swellings with their pink tips.

"Is it ok?" she asked, blushing and looking around.

"Sure," I said, standing to remove my robe.

She seemed to relax once we were nude and sitting hip 
to hip on the couch. I had dimmed the lights in the 
room to give it a romantic feel, some ambience for the 
seduction I hoped would happen.

"I had my bag in the truck and I really didn't need my 
car," she said, smiling shyly.

"I know," I said, "sometimes we do things we can't 
explain."

"You're not mad at me?" she asked anxiously.

"You're here, that's what counts," I said.

"I still don't feel comfortable letting people know 
what I'm doing," she said.

"I understand, I was just like you once," I replied.

"Shy, secretive, ashamed sometimes?" she asked.

"That and more," I replied.

"Chrissy's parents still don't know about us, about 
her, I mean," she said.

"Maybe they do and choose to ignore it," I said.

"Maybe," she replied.

A slow ballad came on the radio and I stood up, holding 
her hand.

"Dance with me," I said. She drank a quick gulp and 
stood, letting me lead her away from the couch. I held 
her loosely, both hands at her waist and my nose in her 
hair, our bodies not quite touching. A few steps later 
she dropped her hands to my butt and squeezed, pulling 
her body against mine and tucking her head beneath my 
chin.

A song or two later she said "I wanted to do this all 
day."

"You could have," I replied.

"Not with everyone else here I couldn't, I told you I'm 
not brave," she said.

"You will be," I said.

My nipples were hard and my puss was rapidly 
lubricating itself in anticipation as we continued to 
dance, sometimes fast, the slow ones a merging of 
bodies. A commercial came on and I stopped, her hard 
nipples pressed just below my larger ones. I held her 
face and kissed her gently, a new lover's kiss, sensual 
and full of tongue. She kissed back, hungry and 
demanding, probing with her tongue and lips.

The seduction didn't go quite as I'd planned, she 
backed me up until my knees hit the edge of the couch. 
I fell back on the cushions with her straddling me. She 
kissed me once and sat back to play with my breasts, 
kneading them and lightly pinching the nipples. She 
smiled as I moaned softly, delighted with her gentle 
hands.

"Play with me," she said quietly, "I know they're not 
very big, but they're sensitive."

I stroked the sides and rubbed my hand across her 
nipples, watching them curl and shrink into grainy 
knots. She leaned forward and I sucked one then the 
other, making her groan and close her eyes. Her smell 
was rising to my nose, a combination of musk and sweat 
I found very exciting. Lowering one hand, I explored 
her mound and just below, spreading her labia. Her bush 
was trimmed closely at the sides but left long in the 
middle, the curls soft and thick. I bent my finger and 
stroked her clit with my knuckle, getting a gasp and a 
jerk.

She was very wet and slippery, the engorged labia 
nearly filling my hand. I sucked her nipples gently and 
stroked her outer lips, bumping her clit on the 
upstroke. She pressed her hips down and held my 
shoulders with her eyes closed, waiting for her orgasm. 
I began probing inside with a finger as I rubbed, and 
she wiggled and smiled "Yessssssssss." I added another 
and she started rocking, bouncing her hips up and down 
on my hand. When I thought she was close I sucked a 
nipple rather firmly and bent my wrist, going a little 
deeper.

She started to come, bouncing faster and faster until 
she grimaced and groaned "Unh......oh god......unh unh 
unh! uuunnnnnnnnnnnhh!"

Her grip on my shoulders was almost to the point of 
pain, then she relaxed and leaned forward, searching 
for my mouth. I left my hand where it was, letting her 
insides quiver and contract on it. We kissed for awhile 
and I slid my hand out, holding her hips. Her body was 
warm, the skin unblemished except for a small mole on 
her right breast.

When she caught her breath, she kissed me on the neck, 
giving me goosebumps. She moved back and lowered her 
head to suck a nipple, kneeling in front of me. 
Planting little wet kisses everywhere, she gradually 
moved down until she buried her face in my hair, 
pulling my hips forward and spreading my knees.

The first touch was her tongue tip just below my clit. 
I reached down and pulled my lips open for her, anxious 
to feel her mouth. Gentle and teasing, she licked and 
sucked here and there, never staying in one spot too 
long. I lay back and enjoyed it, feeling it build 
slowly, one of the kind that lasted a long time. She 
reached for my breasts and started rolling the nipples 
between her thumb and finger, sucking hard on the upper 
half of my puss. As she flicked the underside of my 
clit with her tongue it began growing urgently, the 
pressure starting outward. I held her head with my 
fingers and crossed my ankles behind her back, pulling 
her closer.

I grunted as it began, the glow spreading from my womb 
up and out, numbing my lips and curling my toes. I 
gasped a few times, bucking my hips against her, 
moaning loudly. I heard her swallow a couple of times 
and utter a soft cry of "mmmm" as my clit shrank back 
under the hood, too sensitive to touch. Her tongue 
probed my entrance after that, then small kisses on my 
thighs as her fingers stroked my pussy lips, letting me 
settle. I looked down and she was grinning at me, 
kissing the top of my hair.

"Ready for another one?" she asked.

"In a little while," I replied, pulling her to me.

After sex kisses are the best, wonderfully wet and 
sloppy, full of the taste and scent of aroused pussy. I 
licked her face and kissed her eyes and chin, fondling 
her now-red nipples.

"You're different," she said, backing away slightly.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Most girls I know go for my pussy and ignore my tits 
because they're not very big," she said.

"Everything is part of you," I replied, happy I'd 
pleased her.

We cuddled and caught our breath, sipping from a can 
occasionally and returning to touch and kiss some more. 
Even allowing for the fact that this was the first time 
in months I'd been with someone, it was special. She 
leaned her head on my shoulder and put her hand on my 
belly, sighing with contentment. After some more 
cuddling, we both went pee and climbed to the loft, 
snuggling under my comforter. Some long kisses and 
incredibly emotional moments later, we fell asleep in 
each other's arms.

***

I awoke to the aroma of fresh coffee, very close. I 
opened my eyes and saw her face smiling down at me, a 
cup in her hand.

"Good morning," she said.

"It's still morning?" I laughed.

"I always get up early," she replied.

"Lemme go pee and I'll have some of that coffee," I 
said, climbing out of bed and putting on my shift. She 
was dressed in shorts and a top but was barefoot, those 
pretty toes visible. As I sat on the pot I thought we 
had barely scratched the surface, a universe of 
wonderful things were possible for both of us. I 
climbed back up to the loft, seeing that she had 
cleaned up the mess from the night before.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked, sitting on the 
edge of the bed and taking a sip of my coffee.

"I don't know exactly, just being with you is enough," 
she smiled. That got her a hug, and she giggled.

"Well, we could swim, tan, read, cook something special 
for dinner, talk, go shopping, anything you want," I 
said.

"Could we go to the pond and talk, there's some things 
you need to know about me," she said.

"Sure!" I replied, "let me get a quick shower and we'll 
go."

As I showered she packed my small cooler with snacks 
and drinks and we walked down to the pond. She took off 
her shorts and top while I spread out the blanket and 
we swam out to the raft and back, then sat down. I 
sprawled on my back to catch the sun and she sat facing 
me with her knees up, her arms wrapped around them, 
definitely a defensive position. I could tell she was 
nervous or anxious, about to divulge something 
important.

"You remember I told you about musical beds?" she 
asked.

I nodded and she said "My oldest brother's name is 
Chester. After Mom got sick, we'd be in the house alone 
and he'd come to my room and paw me, pinching my butt 
or my breasts. I wasn't a virgin anymore, Bailey 
Timmons had seen to that, and Chet said he wanted some 
of what Bailey got. He said if I didn't he'd take 
Amelia instead, and she's two years younger than me."

"So you protected your sister," I said.

"Mm-hm, and it was awful!" she cried, "he likes it 
rough, he doesn't make love, he fucks, and if I 
screamed he laughed and fucked me harder."

"Where was your Father while all this was going on?" I 
asked.

"Either working or at the hospital with Mom," she 
replied, the tears bright in her eyes.

"And that's why you joined the Army," I said, my anger 
building.

"Yes, I had to leave, I couldn't take it anymore," she 
replied, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

"I would have done the same," I said.

"I don't feel clean, I'm damaged goods," she blurted, 
"I wanted you to know before whatever happens between 
us goes too far."

"Too far for what?" I asked.

Inhaling deeply and looking me in the eyes, she said "I 
have feelings for you, and I couldn't handle it if you 
found out from someone else and dumped me......it's 
happened before."

"Let me tell you something," I said, "I don't listen to 
gossip, particularly the nasty kind. Your past is your 
business. I'm glad you told me, but it doesn't change 
anything."

"I'm---I'm so fucking scared!" she cried.

I sat up and held her as she sobbed, the tears wetting 
my arm. She calmed down after a few minutes and I 
pulled her to the blanket with me, her breasts resting 
against mine.

"Donna, this isn't a one-night stand," I said, "none of 
us have any guarantees of happiness, that's doesn't 
mean we shouldn't make the effort. Women have it 
rougher than men, in order to get a date we have to 
expose what society considers to be abnormal desires to 
another person up front! I'm willing to take a chance, 
are you?"

"Yes, but I'm still scared," she smiled.

"And you don't think I am?" I said, "I haven't thought 
of anything but you since the day we met!"

She stretched forward and kissed me then, her eyes 
bright with what I hoped was love or at least growing 
affection. The kissing got a little warmer and more 
sexual, our tongues softly entwining and our hands 
exploring the nooks and crannies. She rubbed her slit 
on my thigh as I held her butt and kissed her hard, her 
orgasm coming quickly. She slumped against me and 
buried her head between my breasts, softly crying. I 
held her close and stroked her, trying to reassure her 
by my continued presence.

***

An hour later we were splashing each other at the edge 
of the water, the emotional trauma on hold for the time 
being. I watched her cute breasts sway as she bent over 
to scoop a double handful of water to throw at me, the 
beautiful pink nipples hard and proud.

"Let's go shopping," I said, wading out to the sand.

What for?" she asked, "we've got everything we need, 
don't we?"

"I want to be seen in public with you," I said, hoping 
it wasn't a mistake.

"Ok," she grinned, wading out to join me.

We ran giggling to the cabin to get dressed, and I 
handed her one of my older muu-muus, a brightly 
patterned one with lots of red and blue flowers.

"Here, try this one, " I said, "It's too small for me 
but it should fit you ok."

"Ooooh, pretty!" she exclaimed as she pulled it over 
her head.

"And no undies, either," I giggled, "we're going for 
the natural look."

"You're so bad!" she laughed.

I found her a pair of sandals that fit and we ran for 
the Jeep, excited about our excursion. Once in town we 
parked and entered the local strip mall, and I grasped 
her hand. She looked at me with anxiety in her eyes but 
she didn't pull away. Strolling through the various 
stores, we got more than a few stares and whistles from 
the guys, always returned with a big smile and a laugh 
from us. 

I bought a couple of things from the drugstore and went 
into the supermarket thinking about dinner. On the way 
out of town we stopped at an antique store and browsed, 
finding nothing we couldn't live without.

On the highway she leaned over and put her hand on my 
leg, tucking her head against my shoulder.

"That was exciting!" she said, "all those people knew 
we were together!"

"How does that make you feel?" I asked.

"Oh, happy, excited, maybe a little horny too," she 
said, kissing my cheek.

"After dinner we'll fix the horny part, you'll have to 
deal with the other," I said laughing.

"I can't wait!" she exclaimed.

She did, although not very patiently. I put supper on 
the stove and stripped for a shower, pulling her in 
with me. She got into the spirit of the evening by 
kissing me all over and washing me thoroughly, 
especially what she called "the dirty parts". I'd come 
once and was close to another before she decided I was 
clean enough. We got out just in time to prevent the 
meal from being a burnt disaster.

With full bellies we sat on the porch with our coffee, 
feet up on the rail and relaxing to enjoy the late 
afternoon sun.

"I could get used to being naked," she said, "sure is 
more comfortable than the other way!"

"You bet," I replied, reaching to hold her hand.

We sat in companionable silence for some minutes and I 
decided to ask a few questions.

"What do you like, sexually I mean?" I said.

"Mmmm, I don't know, whatever the mood calls for I 
suppose," she replied.

"I don't want to suggest anything you're uncomfortable 
with, that's why I'm asking," I said.

"What can we do besides what we've done?" she asked, "I 
don't have much experience in anything kinky."

"I'm not talking kinky, I'm talking back rubs and body 
massages, foot rubs, kisses in certain places, things 
like that," I stated.

"I like my feet rubbed," she blushed, hiding her 
embarrassment with her cup.

"Me too, how about your fanny?" I asked.

"That too," she said, getting redder.

"You blush cute, but don't be embarrassed. I'd rather 
ask now than do something and have you push me away," I 
said.

"You're the most honest person I know," she said, "no 
one else has asked me anything before, they've just 
done it."

"What don't you like?" I asked.

"Being forced or held down, that brings back bad 
memories," she replied.

"I'd never do that to you, I understand," I said.

We sat there until dusk fell, holding hands and 
sometimes not saying anything, content simply to be 
together. As the darkness gathered, she softly said 
"Let's go in now, I want to make love again."
I nodded and got up, holding the door for her.

***

Inside, she went to pee and I laid a fire to ward off 
the chill of the evening. I had the brandy bottle down 
and two glasses poured before she appeared in the 
doorway looking very sexy. The panties were tiny and 
pink, the edges trimmed in lace, her mound prominent 
behind the material. The matching bra was a filmy see-
through thing meant for seduction, not support.

"Beautiful!" I said, eyeing her up and down.

"It's more romantic if you have something to take off," 
she said.

"I have a few things like that, would you like me 
to.....?" I asked.

"Oh no," she said, "It's just the mood I'm in right 
now."

"And what mood would that be?" I chuckled.

"Very submissive, very horny, sexual, I'm already 
dripping," she said, pointing to her underwear.

I kissed her as tenderly as I could, her shyness and 
hesitation disappearing slowly. As before, the kisses 
grew in intensity and she sat on my lap facing me, her 
legs spread wide. I unsnapped the bra and pulled it 
off, kissing her breasts all over, trailing my tongue 
on the firmness, then blowing on the spot. The nipples 
crinkled and I sucked one then the other, letting my 
hand explore in her panties.

She was right, she was wet with slippery juices, moving 
her hips down and forward. She grasped my shoulders 
again and closed her eyes, breathing rapidly through 
her nose. My knuckle bumped her clit several times in 
rapid succession and she came, flooding my hand with 
cum.
She tensed and groaned as it hit, tremors shaking her 
body. Seconds later she stood and pulled off the 
panties, grabbing at my arm.

"Lie down," she said.

I did and she knelt behind me, her head facing my feet. 
I enjoyed an upside down kiss, her hands stroking my 
belly and breasts, kneading and touching. She moved 
forward some and began to suck my nipples into hard 
points, hers hanging free just above my mouth. I took 
one pink knot into my mouth and sucked firmly, 
caressing the other with my hand. She did the same and 
moved again, kissing and licking my belly button. I 
returned the kiss, feeling her fur on my forehead. I 
could smell her excitement, sharp and musky in my nose.

She rolled to her side and pushed against the inside of 
my knee, urging me to open my legs. I did and felt her 
tongue lick my center, going as deep as she could. She 
draped her upper leg over my shoulder and her pretty 
pussy was an inch away, glistening wet with her cum. I 
licked and swallowed, tasting her essence. I followed 
her lead, putting a couple of fingers inside her snug 
tunnel, kissing and sucking her clit. I had a small 
shivery orgasm, then concentrated on her, sucking and 
thrumming my tongue tip on her clit. She raised her 
head and cried out "Aaaaahhhhh!" once, then pushed her 
hips forward, almost smothering me. I worked my fingers 
and tongue in unison, pumping both as deep as possible.

She moaned loudly and tensed, her puss tightening 
around my fingers. I sucked her canal, letting the 
thick creamy fluid fill my mouth and tingle my tongue. 
I swallowed twice and she gasped and rolled to her 
back, her hand covering her groin, struggling to 
breathe.

I lifted myself to one elbow and watched her, licking 
my fingers clean. The aftershocks came and went as she 
opened her eyes and smiled at me, a sultry look in her 
eyes. I'd gotten close to a big one but hadn't gone 
over the edge, and her smile told me she knew it. She 
moved then, kneeling between my legs and kissing my 
fur, opening me with her mouth. I felt her fingers go 
in again, probing, as she continued to lick and suck at 
my clit. I felt another finger (thumb?) pressing 
against my ass, and reached down to spread my cheeks. 
Whatever it was entered me and suddenly I started 
coming.

"Yesssss!" I screamed, reaching for her head. She 
pushed my hands away and held me so I couldn't move, 
fucking me with her fingers and mouth at the same time. 
I came and came again, light wavy orgasms that followed 
one another quickly at first, ending with a huge one 
that made me shake uncontrollably. My clit felt hugely 
erect for perhaps 30 seconds, each touch bringing a 
jolt to my body. I heard her swallow several times and 
it slipped back, gone for the moment. She waited for 
about a minute before pulling her fingers out of me, 
giggling as my pussy squeezed them with the aftermath.

I finally sat up and said "Wow!" 

She giggled and said "Me too!"

I beckoned to her and said "Come on, let's go shower."

There were many loving touches and caresses as we 
washed each other under the spray. She kissed each 
nipple in turn and presented hers for the same 
treatment. She reached around me to play with my ass, 
pressing her middle finger against the hole and asking 
"You like that a lot, don't you?"

"Yes," I replied, holding her face to kiss her.

We dried and returned to the dying fire, our hair up in 
towels. I found my glass and drained it, then poured a 
refill and sat on the floor in front of the embers. She 
sat across from me, smiling widely and sipping from her 
glass.

"You know, I've never felt this way before with 
anyone," she said.

"Mmm?" I mumbled.

"Yes, peaceful, happy.......... accepted would be a 
good word too," she said.

"Being with you is the nicest thing that's happened to 
me in ages," I replied.

"God 'Nessa! You're going to make me cry in a minute!" 
she exclaimed.

"Now I have to find out if you snore," I laughed.

She burst into peals of laughter, choking out the words 
"You know I don't!"

I led her up to the loft, letting her choose the side 
of the bed she wanted. I got in and she moved beside 
me, throwing one leg over mine. Her warm softness was 
against my side and she said "Hold me until I fall 
asleep?" I murmured yes and did so, smoothing my hand 
gently across her hip until I heard her breathing 
change. I slept quickly after that.

***

Sunday morning I was up first and made a pot of coffee. 
I picked up the living room, holding her still damp 
panties to my nose and smelling her arousal of the 
night before. Taking the bra and panties up to the 
loft, I watched her sleep for a time. Curled on her 
side, her breathing was deep and even, her face calm. 
What agony she must have gone through at the hands of 
her brother, what abuse she had taken from people who 
saw her need and taken advantage, what inner strength 
she must have in spite of all that to keep going and 
try to make something of her life? A strong woman, a 
worthy woman, a good choice for me as a partner. It may 
not last forever, but I wanted to know her, please her, 
share what good things I had with her, to let her know 
she was indeed lovable and capable of loving back.

I jostled her shoulder and held out a cup of coffee, 
letting the smell reach her nose.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she mumbled as she stretched, her pretty 
pink nipples coming out from hiding. I bent to kiss 
one, making her squeal in surprise.

"Mornin', sleepyhead," I said quietly.

"Morning," she said, sitting up. I got a brief smile 
and then she frowned "I've got to pee so bad!"

"You know where it is," I laughed, "I'll be here when 
you get back."

She ran down the stairs, her feet thumping on the 
boards of the stairs. The trip back was slower and she 
crawled back into the warm bed, propping herself 
against the headboard.

"What are we going to do today?" she asked.

"Tan, swim, talk, whatever you want," I said.

"What I really want is for you to get back in this bed 
and hold me," she replied.

I put my cup on the nightstand and did exactly that, 
along with a few kisses around her neck and ears. Her 
skin was soft and dry, still warm from sleep, and the 
smell was uniquely hers. I thought that if I was blind 
I could have picked her out of a crowd. I can't 
describe it exactly, but those of you who have 
experienced it will know what I mean.

We finished coffee and kisses and went down for a 
refill, ending up sitting on the porch. Enjoying the 
sun and nature, we sipped and held hands, one of those 
quiet times with someone you care for that makes you 
feel as if your heart will burst.

I went inside to get us a refill and she followed me, 
standing behind me and hugging me as I poured. She 
hefted my breasts in her hands, saying "Pretty."

"Saggy and small," I replied.

"Part of you," she said as she kissed my neck.

I turned around and we shared a kiss, soft and tender.

"Do you have any baby oil?" she asked.

"I might, somewhere in the medicine cabinet," I 
replied.

She went to look and I drank my coffee, waiting. She 
returned with a small bottle and a grin, saying "This 
will do."

Looking at me with a quirky smile, she said "I want to 
play with you, give you a back rub, maybe a foot 
massage, I need to touch you."

"I'm all yours!" I smiled, "where do you want me?"

"On the floor in front of the fireplace is ok," she 
said.

I stretched out on my stomach and she began oiling me, 
her hands working the muscles in my neck and shoulders. 
She played with my butt making me giggle, and then 
kissed the dimples just above it, murmuring "Cute!" Her 
fingertips brushed my crotch as she did my legs, the 
faint touch against the hair making my clit tingle in 
anticipation. She did my feet and asked me to roll over 
and close my eyes.

I complied, feeling her hands on my face, gently 
massaging my cheeks and forehead. My nipples got very 
hard when she did my breasts, her touch comforting and 
arousing at the same time. I'm ticklish on my stomach 
and couldn't help laughing as she stroked the oil 
around and around. The tops of my thighs were next, the 
deep muscle massage relaxing me. Knees and calves were 
done and she ended with my feet, pulling on the toes to 
crack the knuckles.

"Nice," I said.

"I'm not done yet," she laughed.

Relaxed and limp, almost sleepy, I let her move me into 
position. She was kneeling between my legs and pulled 
my hips toward her and up, resting my butt on the top 
of her thighs. She spread my knees and put my feet 
together between her breasts, cradling them in her 
hands. I became more aware as I felt something warm and 
wet surround the big toe of my left foot, then do the 
same to the right one, and the smacking of lips as she 
licked and sucked between the others, one at a time. I 
enjoyed it immensely, feeling myself leak. Then the 
fingertips at my labia, pulling and probing their way 
inside. One, then two, full strokes in and out as I got 
wetter. I felt some pressure and stretching as she 
added the third and fourth, going in a couple of 
inches. She never let up on my toes, sometimes sucking 
two together, sometimes one at a time. I never knew 
which one would be next.

I arched my back a little and she pressed her hand 
deeper and up, pushing on my G-spot. I felt the 
momentary urge to pee and she moved again, sliding her 
fingers slowly in and out of me, fucking me with her 
hand. She was using the other to hold my ankles, 
chewing and sucking my toes.

She went gradually deeper until I could feel her thumb 
against my clit, stroking it softly for a few seconds 
when she hit bottom. I heard the sounds her hand made 
as it slid in and out of my pussy, wet sucking sounds 
that brought me ever closer. I was right on the edge of 
a climax, needing to come badly. Teasing, she kept me 
on the edge for what seemed like hours. Deep slow 
strokes, wiggling her fingertips on my labia on the out 
stroke, then sliding in to bury her knuckles behind my 
clit. I arched my back some more and the roller coaster 
finally started its ride.

Every six or eight seconds her knuckles would bump my 
clit as they went in and I'd spasm again. My G-spot 
swelled as her fingers caressed it, increasing the 
feelings of pleasure all over my body. Time after time 
my vision would dim as I watched her pump her arm and 
grin, enjoying my climaxes with me.

I remember screaming at the top of my lungs as the 
biggest one hit, trying to catch my breath and gasping 
"Oh God Oh God" over and over, delirious in the pure 
ecstasy of being fucked. I had stomach cramps, tender 
nipples and my face was absolutely numb, along with my 
toes and knees.

I don't remember passing out, but when I came to I was 
being cuddled and Donna was urging me to drink 
something. I took a sip and choked, feeling her pat me 
on the back. I sat up and got dizzy, putting my hand 
out to steady myself. 

"The French call it 'Le petit mort, the little death'," 
she said smiling.

"Heaven has arrived", I muttered, getting a giggle from 
her.

****

Later that afternoon we walked to the pond and waded 
out to the raft, sunning ourselves. My body was tender 
and achy in spots, mostly between my legs. She oiled me 
gently, interspersed with soft kisses. I relaxed and 
dozed in the warmth of the sun, coming awake as she 
said "You know what?"

"What?", I asked.

"I can live with it," she replied.

"Live with what?" I replied curiously.

"A long time ago, Eleanor Roosevelt said that somehow 
we learn who we really are and then live with that 
decision," she said.

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All of the above was written long ago, when I thought 
that all we might have was a summer together. On her 
release from the military, she applied for a job with 
the Waynesville school system teaching basic 
electronics. I still teach History and sometimes 
freshman soccer at the same school and we've upgraded 
the cabin over the years to make it a home. Teddy comes 
by for the occasional party with his troops and we try 
to make them welcome. 

As afraid as we both were at the beginning and despite 
the arguments we've had over the years, the love we 
share is the most intimate and fulfilling I have ever 
known, neither of us missing a chance to say "I love 
you" or to give the other emotional support. Mom's 
death devastated me in a way I never imagined, but with 
Donna at my side I coped. She is far stronger than she 
thinks, and loved far more than I am capable of telling 
her.

I think she knows though, judging by the smiles she 
gives me when she thinks I'm not looking.


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End Chance, copyright (c) 2004, Janna Leonard

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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