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Being the manager of a small department store, in a chain of department stores, I prepared my little store for our annual back to school sale.  This is a big time of year for us, as we are located in the poorer side of town, and unlike the big discount chains we are within walking distance of in the poor neighborhoods.  Now this is a big sales advantage but it also has some drawbacks, as we get more shoplifters and security is a major part of the job, as we cannot afford to hire and maintain a security man full time.

 

Most of out customers are hard working low-income people, and for the most part very honest.  With many years of experience behind me, I know that most of our losses come from teenagers.  They usually come in groups and try to distract the sales staff, while one of them shoplifts the things they desire.  So being the manager I have learned to stay off the sales floor and watch the store thru the groups of one way mirrors throughout the store, paying particular attention to the teens that arrive in groups, and the ones that go off on their own while their buddies ask the sales people questions.

 

Now these teen shoplifters do not as a rule, pick up school supplies such as notebooks or pencils, they go after clothes or electronics.  Letting their parents worry about the things they need to actually do the schoolwork.  So I usually station myself in the clothing department during peak teen shopping hours.  I watch for teens taking multiple items into the fitting rooms and only returning a few back to the racks. 

 

Well now that you know the background of what usually goes on, let me tell you about the unusual case I had this year.  It was around 4:30 PM on a Monday, which is prime time for teen shoplifters, as they have gotten out of school a hour or so ago and had time to group up for their quest.

 

The usual group of teens came in and the sales people were quite busy.  I was behind the one-way mirror at the clothing department watching a few teens, when out of the corner of my eye I saw her.  She was off to herself in the school supply section, a place most teens avoid.  She was young and I guessed around 14 or 15 years old, she was wearing clothes that were out of style by a few years, I guessed hand me downs or yard sale specials. 

 

I do not know why she caught my attention, but I decided to move around and watch her thru the mirror in that section of the store.  As I continued to watch her I noticed her look around and put something in her pocket, then quickly move to another section of the school supplies.  She kept looking around, and had a scared look on her face, as she bent down and pick up a calculator looked at it, looked quickly around and stuffed that into her pocket also.  Well I had seen enough; I knew she would soon try to go out the door, so as she pretended to look around for something else I made my way to the exit.

I went outside the store and pretended to look in the window at the displays as I kept an eye on her.  It did not take long as she slowly made her way to the door, she took one more quick look around and seen no one following her and slowly made her way to the exit, with a final look around she quickly moved thru the door, turned and ran directly into me. 

 

I am sure it startled her at first and then as she regained her composure she noticed my nametag and the manager and store logo under it.  Her face went pale and I reached out and grabbed her arm so she could not run.  I called one of the sales people out as a witness and asked the girl to empty her pockets.  She pulled out the calculator and some pens, all together worth around ten or fifteen dollars.  The salesman who came out took a picture of her and her loot and handed me the camera.  I picked up her ill-gotten gain and asked her to come with me to the office.

 

She started crying and shaking, which in a usual ploy for young shoplifters to try to get you just to let them go.  But our store policy was to prosecute all shoplifters as a deterrent to others.  When we reached the office, I had her sit in the straight chair and I put the stolen item on the desk, and settled in my chair behind the desk.  She was still crying as I pulled out the standard form we have to get all the information from the shoplifter before the police arrive.  Here is where I deviated from company policy, I was supposed to call the police before I started filling out the form, and to this day I do not know why I didn’t.

 

 

I started asking her the standard questions, her name, age, address, and phone number where her parents could be reached.  And I was kind of surprised at some of the answers I received, her name was Carol Miller, she was 15 years old, her address was an old flophouse motel just down the street, and no phone number was available.  I noticed she had quit crying now but her eyes were still red and puffy.  I asked her parents name and she gave me her mother’s name as Jill Taylor and her stepfather’s name as Paul Taylor.  When I asked how to reach them, she burst into tears again and pleaded with me not to contact them.  She said her stepfather would kill her, having heard this before many time, I told her I doubted that he would kill her.

 

That is when she shocked me and stood and turned her back to me, pulled up her tee shirt and showed me the scars of being beaten.  I was shocked and dropped my pen on the desk, as she lowered her shirt and turned back to face me.  For some reason I got up from my chair and went around to take this young girl into my arms to comfort her, as I took her in my arms she put her face in my chest and cried like a baby.  I held her tight and a protective feeling overtook me.  Suddenly I was glad I had not called the police, I just wanted to make her feel safe from harm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

It was like pulling teeth, but finally I got some details out of her.  He stepfather was a drunk lazy man who lived on his welfare check, and what ever her mom could make waiting tables and a local diner.  He begrudged an money spent on her for clothes or books, hell he did not even want to feed her, as she ate table scrapes after her father finished eating.  They never seemed to have enough money and he took it out on her, he would beat her for almost no reason, but always when her mom was at work.  She was terrified of him, but needed some supplies for her classes at school and was afraid to ask her mom for them.  She wore clothes the neighbors had given her and what she pick up out of others garbage. 

 

I am a single man, who had never been married, but I do like children and never wanted to see them mistreated.  Maybe some hidden paternal instincts were taking over, because suddenly all that mattered to me was protecting this young girl.  So I paid for the items she stole out of my own pocket, and sent her on her way, but not before taking a few snapshots of her back full of scars and bruises.  I had no Idea what to do, but I knew I needed to do something, so I called an old friend of mine who worked for Children’s Services of our great state.

 

So meeting my friend, that night and telling her the story, showing her the pictures of Carol’s back, I asked the million dollar question, what could be done.  I was in for another shock as I was told that not a whole lot could be done since no police report was filled out, no complaint by either the mother or child was on record.  They could take the photos and go talk to the stepfather, but usually that only would make him mad and he would take it out on Carol at a later date.  Or they could approach the mother with the pictures and try to get her to file a complaint.  They best case scenario if they could prove the child was being beaten by the stepfather, was to remove her from their custody and place her in a foster home, which they were short of, and may turn out to be worst for Carol.  As abuse has been known to happen in foster care homes. 

 

I have not been known to back down from a challenge, so I told my friend I wanted to do nothing thru the system.  Now give me some choices outside the system that might be done.  After discussing this subject at length, we came up with a few scenarios that might work.  One being approach the stepfather, let him know he is being watched.  But this may make him madder and either beat Carol worse or leave the family and then they could not even afford the flophouse apartment they had.  The other was to approach the mother, show her the photos and try to scare her into signing custody papers to a responsible person, and that left the question of who would take care of Carol.

 

The next day Carol came by the store to thank me for the supplies and not turning her in.  That is when I noticed she had a black eye and bruises on her arms.  When I questioned her about it she told me her stepfather had found the supplies and asked her where she got them.  When she told him, he took the supplies away from her and beat her again.  He then traded the supplies for a cheap bottle of wine.  I could not hide my fury at him from her, and she kept telling me it was all right she would get by without the supplies.  But I knew I had to do something fast.

 

 

I though about it all day, and came to the conclusion that approaching the mother was the best way to handle this situation.  As for who to take custody of Carol, I had no idea so I decided it would be me, until I could find someone else more suitable.  After work I went and seen a attorney and had a custody agreement drawn up naming me as the custodian of the minor child Carol Miller, releasing her mother or stepfather of any paternal rights to the child.  All I had to do was get the mother to sign it and get it notarized, and then file it with the County Clerk. 

 

The next day I took some time off from work and went to the little diner where Carol’s mother worked, while Carol was still in school.  She was not hard to spot as she looked like an older version of Carol, and she also sported a black eye and some bruises that she tried to cover with make up.  When she came to wait on my table I introduced myself and told her I need a few minutes of her time to talk to her about her daughter.  I guess she assumed Carol had gotten into trouble as she went to her boss and told him she was taking a little time off, and came back to my table to talk to me.

 

I explained the situation as best I could and showed her the photos of Carol.  I could tell she was surprised by the photos, and when I asked her if she had not seen her daughter’s black eye yesterday, she told me Carol had told her she had gotten into a fight in school.  I asked how she had gotten her own black eye and she blushed and finally told me her husband was drunk last night and had hit her.  I then told Carol’s mother that we had two choices, one was that I go to the police with the information I had and they would remove Carol from her home and place her in foster care until after the trial of both her and her husband for child abuse.  I could see she did not like this choice, so I continued with choice number two.   I told her she could sign custody of Carol over to me and I would find her a suitable home, and no charges would be brought against her or her husband.  That she would be able to have supervised visits with Carol, arranged thru me. 

 

She was crying by then and I could see she liked neither choice, so I told her that if she made no choice, I would be forced to go with the first one and take the evidence to the police when I left the diner.  This seemed to shake her up enough to make a quick decision to go with the latter choice and sign the custody papers.  So I took her to another friend of mine who owned a car lot and was a notary so she could sign the papers and they could get notarized.  When we got to the car lot I explained to my friend that I need him to notarize a signature on a legal document and he agreed to do it for the nominal notary fee.  I showed Carol’s mom where to sign, and signed my signature in the proper place, my friend looked at both of our IDs and then stamped and signed the documents, then made copies for his file, Carol’s mother and me, then handed me the original document that I need to file with the County Clerk. 

 

Carol’s mother went with me to the County Clerk’s office where I filed the papers, she and I both had to sign some documents there.  With that behind us we went to the school and picked up Carol.  When we explained what was going on to Carol, I could tell she loved her mother and did not want to leave her.  So I explained about the visits that were allowed, and this seemed to ease her mind.  So we drove to the their hotel apartment to pick up Carol’s things and her mother went with us so we would not have any trouble with her stepfather.

 

It was not a pleasant meeting and at first the stepfather refused to allow us to remove or take Carol out of the house.  But after waving the legal document in his face and telling him I would call the police to enforce the document and have him arrested, he yielded and allowed Carol to remove her meager belongings.  After they were loaded into my car I gave her mother my address and phone number, she kissed Carol goodbye and we left her and her husband standing on the curb.

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

To say I was unprepared to be a parent would be a gross understatement.  Although I did own a small two-bedroom home, the second bedroom was not furnished for guests; I had turned it into a small home office.  I did have a daybed in there but nowhere to put clothes except in the small closet.  Well this is just supposed to be temporary I told myself as soon as I can find her a suitable home she will be leaving.  I showed Carol where to hang her clothes and cleaned out a drawer in my dresser for her few pieces of underwear and socks.

 

I showed her how to work the small TV in her room and how to turn on the computer on the desk.  That is when I notice the tears welling up in her eyes.  All I could do was open my arms and she ran into them and buried her face into my shoulder, letting the tears flow.  I stroked her hair and let her know everything would be all right, as I held her tightly to me.  That was when I first noticed it, the stirring in my loins, god I was getting a hard on for this child.  I had never thought of teens as a sexual outlet before, oh sure I had seen teen pictures on the computer, and I admit they were sexy.  But I had always preferred older women.  How long we stood there like that I do not know, I don’t know if Carol noticed my erection or not, but I stood still careful not to press my hips forward.

 

Then she looked up at me hugged me and thanked me for all I was doing for her and gave me a quick peck on my cheek.  Then she turned away and started putting her things away and I just stood there, shocked at my reaction to her, and ashamed of them at the same time.  And I stood there watching her bend over and remove things from the shopping bags her belongings were in, and for the first time I noticed how tight her jeans were on her beautiful young ass.  How they seemed to cling like a second skin, even when she straighten up and walked to the closet, the jeans looked like they were painted on her.  I suddenly came to my senses and turned and left the room, telling her I had something else I need to do and to call me if she needed anything.

 

I called and ordered us a pizza for dinner that night and we ate in the living room while watching TV.  When we finished the pizza she asked where the towels were as she wanted to take a shower.  I showed her where all the linens were stored and she took some clothes in the bathroom with her, I heard the shower start up and sat there imagining what she looked like naked.  I was hard all over again and tried to shake the images out of my head before she came back out.

 

 

When Carol came out of the bathroom she was wearing a large tee shirt that was white and I could tell she had not dried off real well as the shirt became almost transparent and her well shaped breast and nipples came into view as if she were wearing nothing at all.  Then she bent over and I spotted her well-worn white panties that looked two sizes too small for her.  Her damp hair hung down to her shoulders in a well-combed look, which made her look older than her 15 years.

 

I tried my best not to stare at her but I did notice bruises on her legs, which looked like she had been beaten with a belt.  I had to ask her about them, and when I did, I saw the pained look on her face as she remembered what had happened to her.  She finally told me that her stepfather had wanted her to touch him and even perform oral sex on him and when she refused he beat her.  That he was all the time trying to feel her up when her mother was at work, and when she was alone with him she tried to stay locked in her bedroom.  Just the thought of that drunken bastard trying to molest her made me shake with rage, but as I calmed down I asked myself was I any better, I wanted her for myself.  Did that make me a child molester too?  Did Carol think I would put the moves on her, that I saved her from her stepfather only to molest her myself?

 

 

I got up and turned the TV off and told her it was time for bed and started walking toward my bedroom.  She ran and caught me and gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek and ran to her bedroom, I heard the lock click.  I went to bed with mixed thoughts and feelings that night and slept very little.  In the morning I got up and showered, shaved and got dressed, I made breakfast before I knocked on Carol’s door and told her it was time to get up.

 

She came into the kitchen, still in her oversized tee shirt hair messed up from sleep stretching and yawning.  She sat at the table and I served her pancakes and sausages and a glass of milk.  I had toast and coffee, and read the paper while she ate.  She got up and went back to the bedroom to get dressed for school again I heard the door lock.  When she came out she was dressed in a clean outfit that looked exactly like what she had on yesterday and I made myself a note to take her shopping tomorrow since it was Saturday and buy her some new clothes.  I told Carol that if her stepfather showed up at school or on her way to my store to run and get to a safe place and call me.  She said she would, and I took her to school and went to work.

 

 

After school she came to my store and I put her in my office to do her homework and wait for me until time for me to get off.  When my shift was over, I went back to get her and we drove out to the diner where her mother worked for dinner.  Her mother was there, although it was hard to recognize her, as she had been beaten badly and had cuts and bruises all over her face.  She ran over and hugged her daughter and they both cried, I knew without asking what had happen to her.  Her husband had been very mad about my taking Carol and his wife’s role in it and had taken it out on her after we had left.  I got up and motioned Carol’s mother over so Carol could not hear us, and told her when she got tired of being her husband’s punching bag to come to my house she was welcome and would be safe there.  She said what I knew she would, that she was ok and thanked me for the offer, and I doubted I would ever see her take me up on my offer.  But all I could do was try, some women will put up with the beating forever, I will never know why.

 

When we got back to my house it was almost a carbon copy of the night before, the shower, watching TV, the hug and kiss good night and the locking of her bedroom door.

Again I did not sleep well as I now had her mother’s problem on my mind, but unlike Carol I could not force her mother to leave the bastard and take my help.  So I spent a night pondering the situation.

 

The next morning I got up and performed my routine in the bathroom, but this time I noticed a trace of blood in the shower.  So I looked in the laundry hamper and sure enough there were bloodstains on Carol’s underwear.  She was having her period and dumb me had no feminine napkins or anything there for her, and I guess she was too embarrassed to ask me for something.  Before waking Carol I ran out to the near by 7-11 and bought sever different kinds and styles and put them in easy sight on the bathroom counter.

 

I fixed a light breakfast of fresh fruit and toast, then knocked on her door and told her breakfast was ready.  As I guessed she got up and ran for the bathroom, locked the door and I heard her cry of surprise.  She left the bathroom and went back to her room and got dressed, before coming to the table for breakfast.  By that time I was drinking my coffee and reading the paper, and she swept the paper from in front of my face hugged and kissed my cheek and thanked me for the feminine napkins.  I told her she was welcome, but she should have told me she need them as I was but a man and did not keep things like that around.  She laughed and told me she would from now on and sat down and ate her breakfast.

 

 

After breakfast I told her we were going shopping and she ran out to the car.  We drove to the mall and she followed me thru the mazes of stores until I got to the one I wanted.  She stopped outside the store and I had to go back and take her hand and lead her into the woman’s fashion store.  She tried to pull away several times and I stopped and told her I wanted to buy my girl some new clothes, and that she was to get whatever she wanted, including some new underwear that fit her.  She threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek and cried as she tried to thank me, but I would have none of that and pulled her arms off of me and sent her looking thru the clothes.

 

Now I have always felt out of place in a women’s fashion store, even when I tried to buy my mother a sweater, but I told the sales girl to help Carol out and sat down and waited.  I must admit I enjoyed this trip to the store as every time Carol tied on a outfit she ran over to see if I like it, and of course I did as she and the sales girl had very good taste.  And the new clothes made Carol even more beautiful than she all ready was, as her bruises were fading her eyes were bright and she smiled a lot now, something she never did before.

 

After several hours and many hundreds of dollars we left the store and packed the car with the many packages.  I then took her hand and we returned to the mall to get her some new shoes as hers were very worn and she only had one pair.  After the shoe store we went to a furniture store and picked out a bedroom set that was to be delivered that afternoon.  We finally went out to lunch and then returned home so Carol could put up her new clothing and I could clean out the room to make room for the new furniture when it arrived.

 

After she had her bedroom set up the way she wanted, she surprised me by insisting on cooking me dinner.  She surprised me with her cooking skills and we had a wonderful dinner.  She went and took a shower after the dishes were cleaned, but I did not hear the lock on the door click.  She came out in a new oversized tee shirt but instead of sitting down in the chair she sat next to me on the couch to watch TV.  She asked me if she could watch a movie and I told her ok, so she browsed thru my collection and pick a Halloween movie from my collection.  As the movie got to the scary parts she slid real close to me on the couch and squeezed my hand.  When a murder took place sometimes she would hide her face in my chest.  At the end of the movie I turned the TV off and told her it was time for bed.  Again she chased me down hugged and kissed my cheek and told me thank you for all the things I bought her, I told her that nothing was too good for my girl and she squealed and hugged me harder and gave me another kiss, before going to her room, I did not hear the lock click.

 

As days and weeks past, we grew closer, she took to helping me keep the house clean without me asking her to, so I started giving her a weekly allowance to spend as she wanted.  We had dinner at least once a week at the diner where her mom worked, and while her mom still had bruises they did not seem as bad.  Things were going great, too good to last, as on a Friday after school, her stepfather followed her almost to my store.  She did a dumb thing and took a short cut thru an alley and that is where he caught her.  He was drunk as usual and pushed her up against a wall, groped her and was fumbling with his zipper when she kneed him in the groin and ran away.  When she ran into the store I could tell something bad had happened.

 

She ran straight back to my office, and I ran back after her.  When I got in there I could see the red marks on her face where he had slapped her, she was crying and her clothes were torn in places.  I took her in my arms and calmed her down enough for her to tell me what had happened.  He had pushed her up against the wall of the alley and slapped her to keep her quiet, and told her he wanted to have sex with her, that if she had given him some pussy that maybe he would have bought her some new clothes.  But no she thought she was too good for him.  He was groping her and tearing her clothes and when he went for his zipper she had kneed him in the balls and ran away. 

 

 

This put me into a blind rage; I sat her in the desk chair and told her to stay there until I got back.  She begged me not to go out after him, but I ignored her and went anyway.  I found him still in the alley drunk and half conscious still holding his balls.  I do not know where I got it but suddenly there was an old piece of lumber in my hands and I was swinging it beating him in the head and body with it.  When I finally came to my senses he was a mass of blood and laying still, I tossed the lumber to the side and leaned down to check his breathing, I thought I had killed him.  He was still breathing but it was shallow and labored, so I left and called the police from a pay phone on my way back to the store.

 

When I got back I went directly to my office, Carol was still sitting where I told her to and she looked at me, my clothes had spatters of blood on them.  I told her I was all right and grabbed my spare clothes from the locker, went to the men’s room and cleaned up and changed into the clean clothes.  I went back to the office and explained to Carol what I had done and told her she must never tell anyone.  I took my girl home and put her to bed after she showered and changed into her tee shirt.  I myself took a long hot shower and went to bed also, as I was emotionally drained.

 

 

It was that night while I was in a restless sleep I suddenly woke up to see Carol standing beside my bed crying.  I got up and held her in my arms and asked her what was wrong, she told me she had a nightmare about him and was afraid to go back to sleep.  I sat down on the side of me bed and she sat next to me, I put my arm around her and tried to calm her down.  It was no use; she was trembling and would not calm down enough to go back to bed.  It was then she asked if she could sleep with me tonight, being somewhat shook up myself I agreed not thinking of weather it was proper or not.

 

 

She got into my bed and I rolled over on my back so she could lay her head on my shoulder, with my arm around her, she finally went off to sleep, and I guess I did too.  Sometime during the night she must have rolled over and I must have to, because when I woke up she was laying on her side facing away from me and I was spooning her, my arm around her, my face in her hair, my hand covering her breast and my groin tight against her ass.  My hard on was pressed tightly against her ass crack as her tee shirt must have worked it way up above her waist and my hand was trapped by her hand holding me to her breast, I was afraid to move, what if she woke up and found me like this? 

 

I tried to move my hand but all I accomplished was to kneed her breast and make her press her ass back against me.  My heart was pounding like a runaway train, all my blood seemed to have drained from my head to lower parts of my body, making it hard to think.  I tried to relax and just lay there think about other things, which was almost impossible.  So I just stayed as still as I could, and after a while I felt Carol stir and release my hand.  I quickly removed it and rolled over so I had my back to her.  I felt her get up to go to the bathroom, it was then I jumped up and quickly put on a robe and headed for the kitchen.

 

  I made coffee and started toasting bread, for breakfast, when Carol came in I had my back to her and was working the toaster.  She quietly moved up behind me and put her arms around my waist and hugged me.  I was jumped at her touch, as I did not expect it, and quickly turned to face her.  She was still dressed in her night shirt and put her arms around my neck for a hug, then she kissed me, but not our usual peck on the cheek but she kissed me hard on the lips, then drew her head back and looked into my eyes.

 

 

I just stood there like an idiot, my emotions swinging, and I did not know what to do.  On one hand I did not want her to think I was like her stepfather, but on the other hand I did want her.  I think she saw the confused look on my face and she just smiled and sat down at the table.  I put the plate of toast down and got her a glass of milk, then sat down to read the morning paper.  She asked me how I slept last night and a cold streak of fear ran thru my body, did she know?  I calmed down enough to tell her just fine my eyes never leaving the paper, although I could not read it by then. 

 

After the toast was gone I excused myself and told her I was going to take my shower now as she had run to the bathroom first.  I got up and got some clean clothes and headed for the bathroom.  In my state a cold shower would have been more in order but I decided on my usual hot one.  As I began to soap up my body I felt a draft and turned to see Carol enter the shower behind me.  I almost had a heart attack, and dropped the soap, before I got my voice back enough to ask her what she was doing. 

 

She closed the distance between us and pressed her naked body to my back reaching around to hug my waist again.  Let me tell you this was a shock, but again I asked her what she thought she was doing, and she told me she wanted me, grinding her body against mine.  I tried to tell her that this was wrong, when I felt her hand grasp my now erect cock.  Well you know where the blood went and also the thought process, and I turned around to face her, she never let go of my hard cock.  I looked down at this beautiful naked girl with her hand stroking my cock, and all I could say is we shouldn’t.

 

She smiled up at me and said she could see I wanted her too, which was kind of evident.  I put my arms around her and pulled her tightly to my body, God I wanted her, but I knew it was wrong.  I broke the embrace and turned off the shower, stepped out and helped her out of the shower.  I grabbed a towel and handed it to her and started drying off with mine, no words passed between us as we each dried ourselves. 

 

Carol wrapped the towel around herself and headed out the bathroom door and I kind of followed.  Then I noticed she did not go into her bedroom to get dressed as I had thought she would be went into my bedroom.  When I went into the bedroom I found her sitting on the side of the bed, towel on the floor, naked and waiting for me.  I left my towel around myself and walked over and sat down beside her, it was time we had a talk. 

 

I told Carol that while I was flattered that she thought she wanted me, I was old enough to be her father.  And while I did admit she aroused me, I was not like her stepfather and could not take advantage of her.  She kind of half turned to face me, not bothering to try to hide her beautiful B cup breasts with nipples sticking out like pencil erasers, and smiled at me.  She then told me she knew I was not like her stepfather as I had never said anything out of the way to her and never tried to touch her in anyway.  She told me she had come out of the bathroom that first night knowing her breast were showing thru her tee shirt to see what I would do.  She said all I had ever been to her was kind and asked nothing in return, and that she had fallen in love with me, and she hoped I loved her too.

 

 

She sat there looking up at me with tears starting to form in her eyes waiting for an answer from me.  It was then I realized that I had fallen in love with my girl and there was no deigning it, so I smiled at her and told her I loved her too, as tears of joy broke loose from her eyes.  I pulled her to me and tried to kiss away each tear.  I had admitted my emotional love to her and now it was time to also admit my physical love for he also.  I stood up and removed the towel from around my waist, her eyes never left my erection, as again I sat down beside her,

 

 

I pulled her to me and kissed her lips with a tenderness I never knew I had, then when she responded to my kiss it turned into a passionate kiss, hard and demanding.  I felt her quiver and surrender herself to me, as I eased her back onto the bed.  As I lay beside her kissing her my hands finally wondered to her firm young breasts, her nipples like hard pebbles as I massaged them and she moaned into my mouth.  My lips started to travel also down her neck to the valley of her breasts, then up each peak until I claimed the prize at the top of each breast, her sweet hard nipples.  I licked and sucked and nibbled each one as if it were my last meal on earth and Carol squirmed and moaned, shaking her head from side to side.

 

 

My right hand had traveled to new territory, and found wetness between her legs.  As my fingers parted the slightly fuzzy lips of her wet pussy, Carol thrust her hips up to meet my hand.  I teased her wet pussy as my kisses traveled down her stomach to her lovely belly button.  My fingers found her clit, and her body jerked like she had been shocked by an electrical charge, her hip rising into the air trying not to loose contact with my fingers.  And still I kissed lower, stopping at the top of her mound of light fuzz and kissed around her pussy to the fleshy part of each of her thighs. 

 

 

Then I got my first close up look at her beautiful pussy, covered with a soft downy fur, leaking the nectar of the gods.  I could wait no longer as I spread the lips and gazed into heaven, my tongue traveling where my fingers had already been.   With her legs on my shoulders trying to squeeze my head I tongued her sweet pussy from her ass hole to her clit lapping up her sweet nectar.  Then my tongue found her erect clit, I licked and sucked and nibbled her clit much like I had done her nipples, and I felt her shudder in her first orgasm from a man, and lowered my mouth to catch it all.  She flooded my mouth with her cum and I drank down every drop, sucking her love tunnel for more.  It was then I plunged my tongue deep into her very being and found to my surprise her virginity was intact.  I tongue fucked her sweet pussy bring her to another orgasm before releasing her from my mouth.

 

I removed her legs from around my neck, and they limply dropped on the bed.  I moved up on the bed hovering over her looking at her smiling face, I dropped down to kiss her lips letting her taste her juices on my lips.  My hard cock was trapped between our bodies and I felt her hand trying to find it.  I raised my body slightly to give her access and she grabbed my cock and tried to move it into position at her love tunnel.  I looked down at her and asked if she was sure and she smiled up and me and whispered make love to me now please.  

 

 

How could I refuse, as she positioned my cock at the entrance to her hot wet pussy, I started applying gentle pressure.  Soon I felt the head slip in to her moist tight cavern, she grave a little grunt at the entrance of the head of my cock, so I waited until she got used to the feel before continuing to add pressure.  Now I am not what you would call too well endowed but my six inches must have felt like a telephone pole trying to enter her untouched sex.  After a few minutes I started applying pressure again and even though she was well lubricated it was still slow going, as I resisted the urge to just plunge ahead and bury my cock into her virgin pussy.

 

After getting about two inches in I felt the barrier that kept her from being a woman, and I eased back a little and started slow in and out motions, letting her feel the act of making love and getting her better lubricated.  After a minute or two of this I pulled almost all the way out of her and plunged in tearing away her innocents, and planting my cock all the way into her tight pussy.  She let out a sharp cry and tears formed in her eyes, but I stayed still and kissed away her tears letting her know it was over, she was now my woman.  I could feel her pussy tighten an let go of my cock, and after a while I started gently pulling back and pushing back in. 

 

 

Soon I could tell by the way she was thrusting her hips up to me my downward motions that the pain must have subsided.  I started pounding her pussy like there was no tomorrow and she met me thrust for thrust.  I know she had several orgasms as I felt her spasm around my cock, and it was not long before I was pumping rope after rope of my hot cum into her newly opened pussy.  I called out her name as I planted the last of my seed into her, and collapsed upon her in an exhausted heap.

 

 

I knew I loved Carol and now she was mine, I was so happy that she loved me too.  I rolled off of her and pulled her into my arms cuddling her and kissing her and telling her how much I loved her.  We fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.  The next morning I awoke to the wonderful sensation of having my cock sucked by my beautiful girl.  After she swallow about a gallon of my cum, I pulled her up and returned the favor bring her to several orgasms.  Then we got up and showered together, slowly washing each other’s body and play and teasing the sensitive parts.  We dried off and went to the kitchen ate breakfast naked and returned to bed.  God we made love all day, slowly enjoying each other.  We got up and got dressed and went out to dinner, came back home and made love again.  Sleeping soundly in each other’s arms again. 

 

 

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r escaping her lips as she climbed into her bed. She cried quiescently for several minutes, holding a pillow to muffle her small gasps of sorrow.

“Oh Blank… why can you not love me? I sit right in front of you, loving you so deeply, but you ignore my presence… as though I am invisible, as though my love for you is invisible. I wish so deeply for your touch, for you to hold yourself to me and softly massage your lips with mine… so I can tell you of my love forever…”
Blank followed Tushima silently to her room and listened at the door. At Tushima’s words she blanched, as though hit. She walked away silently, staring at the ground, once again feeling that muffled spark in her heart that she always pushed down. She had vowed to herself after that last time she would never trust herself with love again, being hurt scarred her deeply.

She walked to the front door and out into the rain, the drops hitting her face and running down her chest as she stared up into the sky. Her heart ached at Tushima’s tears, knowing that she was the cause of them. Her mind came into focus, bringing back the memories of the person that had hurt her before, and her eyes took on an unblinking glazed look of one haunted. Her body began to shake silently and her tears joined the raindrops pouring down her face. Blank fell to her knees, tears of anger and unwanted pain streaming down her soaked face and clothes. She calmed herself slowly and walked back inside, soaking wet. Tushima emerging from her room and seeing the look in Blank’s eyes she immediately broke down again and ran into her room. Tears streamed down her face at the pain in she saw Blank’s eyes, knowing in her heart it was her fault and hating to see it so obvious in those hollow irises. Tushima felt her mind begin to mock her, telling her that she had only brought pain to the one she loved so dear. Blank tried to follow but Tushima had locked her door behind her. Blank sighed deeply and walked away from the door slowly, arms sagging at her sides, pain in her heart for hurting the one that loved her so much. Then suddenly the door flung open and Tushima came out with tears flooding down her face.

“Why can’t you see how much I love you Blank? Why? You are my heart’s desire in every way possible… but you never allow me to have you… to hold you…”
Tushima stepped closer and planted a soft kiss upon Blank’s lips, keeping the subdued passion for a moment then running out the front door and into the rain. Like a zipper closing around her, Tushima’s running form became lost in the falling drops, leaving Blank standing there, fingers to her lips, feeling as though she had been hit by lightning. She absent-mindedly pulled the fingers away and stared at them, then out into the rain where Tushima had disappeared. She sat down hard, very hard on the wood floor. She stared at her fingers, gazing into them with the look of someone in shock. After five minutes of staring she spoke one word to the dark hallway.

“Love?”

All this time Tushima was running blindly through the rain not caring where she went, legs guided by chance instead of choice. In a twist of fate she came to a playground she used to swing at, and fell under her favorite pine tree. Sitting against its roots, She cried silently, softly touching her lips in remembrance of what it had felt like to kiss Blank.

“He has such soft lips… just like his face, so kind and reserved at the same time. I love him so much… it hurts to not hold him. Why am I given such love if the one I have it for is of such a hardened heart?”

Blank stared out the window at the rain, trying to understand exactly what was going on in her own head. She had vowed long ago never to love again. It hurt too much to find that it wasn’t what you thought it was. Her heart had shattered, broken into a thousand pieces and she still hadn’t found them all. So on that day she had sworn to live without love, to never heal that wound and live on without the thing that people say makes them complete. But… with that one kiss her heart was reassembled and was fighting her heart for control from the pain of the past. Her fingers were once again pressed to her lips, the feeling of Tushima’s lips pressed to hers still unfading from her body. Her mouth continued to softly sigh the word “love” to the empty house, mind in turmoil and heart in shambles in her confusion. The spark that she had suppressed for a long time had grown into a flame, filling her heart with the emotion she forbade it, the love for another. Tushima. The name echoed inside her mind over and over, the look of pain and anguish so evident in her eyes. Then it was as though the skies of her mind had cleared of rain, sunlight had broken through the clouds, and warmed her cold form. Her heart had won. The anger and sadness of the past left to fade in the light that is joy. She took a step to the open door, then walked outside, and stared into the rain, trying to guess where Tushima would have gone. Then a warmth spread through her again, and she ran into the rain, letting her heart guide her to the one that she loved. Her legs pumped through the warm rain, the summers heat making the pavement steam, creating a fog that was all the more hard to see in. But she ran on, heart unhindered by the rain and slight coolness that had descended upon the neighborhood.

Tushima felt something inside her suddenly warm, as though she had eaten her favorite food and all was well with the world. Then she heard the steps; the rapid scuffling that was Blank’s run. She stood and saw her love approach through the rain, watching the one she had loved one-sidedly for so long appear through the silvery mist, face slightly flushed from running. Her heart leaped, and she ran to meet him, but he stopped her at arms reach.

“Tushima…I came here to say…I…I love you Tushima…and I am so sorry for all those times when I pushed you away…I had vowed to never love again, but I broke that vow…for you.”

Tushima threw her arms around Blank, embracing him tightly. Blank reached down slowly and hesitantly put his arms around Tushima, one hand lightly running through her hair. Tushima looked up to Blank’s eyes, tears of joy ran down her face, she leaned close to him, resting her cheek against her love’s chest. Then she felt something that should not have been there, something she had never felt because she had never been this close to him. She drew back in shock and pulled open his shirt to reveal that he was in fact a she. This news hitting her harder than anything had ever hit her before. Blank…was a woman? No, no. She couldn’t be. Tushima’s mind told her, Blank is a man, he has to be a man. Her mind struggled to process and her mouth began to mumble, but gradually gained strength.

Blank looked confused for a moment, then realized exactly what had happened. Her face looked as though she had been punched again, sadness and anguish filling her mind as she prepared to get hurt again. Tushima looked at her with pain and confusion filling her eyes, the love she felt still evident, but confusion was dominant as she tried to process the fact that her love, that she had thought was a man, was really a woman. She backed away slowly, tripping over a branch and sitting down hard on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes again. Blank reached for her, but Tushima curled up and began to cry into her hands, her body shaking with sobs as she fully grasped what this meant, that she had fallen for someone she couldn’t love. Her mind screamed at her, you can’t love this person, she is a woman, it is not right! Blank sighed deeply knowing keenly the pain Tushima felt. She tried to comfort her, but in her heart Blank knew it was to no avail. Tushima would have to make up her own mind. She berated herself for falling in love when the person that loved her wasn’t even fully aware of who she was, including the all important detail of her gender. Pattering softly into the rain again footsteps much slower than before, she left Tushima to figure out her own heart. Tushima cried into her hands, body wracked with shaking from her grief at the mistake.

“Why? Oh my Blank… why do you have to be a woman? I love you so much… my heart hurts to know I was wrong about you.”

Her head sagged against her chest, crying even harder. Her mind kept yelling, you were wrong, you can’t love a woman! What would your family say to know you love a woman? How can you possibly allow yourself to love her, when you know that it can’t happen? And as she listened, so vulnerable in her pain that she was open to the lies the pain told her. Giving into her grief she collapsed against the tree and whimpered softly. Then a sound floated from the mists, a sound like water running through a stream, but in a voice. She stopped crying and listening hard to the voice.

“Follow your heart.” It echoed softly, “Your heart is never wrong in it’s feeling; do not hide from it and give into the lies you hear.”
A strange shape moved away in the mist, the person attached to the voice smiling softly and disappearing in his black clothes, a small smile set on his normally stormy face. Tushima shook her head softly, mind still resisting those words, but knowing in her heart what she wanted and needed to do. Arguments of decency and what should be, but it had already lost. A smile slowly crept over her face as she recalled Blank’s kiss and words, the scenes replaying over and over her head. As Tushima listened to her heart, she realized that it did not matter whether or not, Blank was a girl. She loved Blank for Blank, not Blank because she thought he was a guy. She felt the warmth spreading over her body again, filling her with joy as she continued to remember Blank’s words. Blank loved her!

He… wait. No, she,” she reprimanded herself,” really loves me! She does! I saw it in her eyes. Even if she is a woman, I love her and I will not give up my heart for nothing.”
She stood up and brushed herself off, drying her hands against her pants and wiping away the last of her tears on her tears. The she looked around at the misty world, the rain having stopped, but the fog now hovering everywhere. She couldn’t see Blank anywhere, and she felt the urge to cry again. Holding back her worry, she went to the sidewalk and began to search for Blank, calling out her name as she walked.

Meanwhile, Blank had found herself wandering along the wet streets, forlorn with the pain moving through her heart. Tushima loved Blank as a guy, not for who she really was, her pain told her, already blaming her for getting hurt and allowing herself to fall in love after what had happened before. Loneliness welled up inside her, a sob escaping to the fog that surrounded her. A stab ran through her heart and she stopped in her tracks and stared into the silver-gray cloud around her, then glaring up at the sky. She felt a tear slip from her eye and she ran her sleeve along her cheek furiously.

“I am not going to allow myself to be hurt anymore, I don’t know if I could take that betrayal of my heart again.”
Then a sound floated through her ears, her name being called urgently by the soft voice that belonged to Tushima. Blank turned just in time to catch her as Tushima came flying into her arms. Tushima pressed her face to Blank’s chest, crying softly and holding tightly around Blank’s waist. Blank’s heart melted and wrapped her arms around Tushima and tilted her love’s chin up with one hand, leaning down and closing her eyes. Tushima leaned up into Blank, pressing their lips together in a deep kiss that held their passions for several moments. As they slowly broke apart, Tushima sighed softly, gasping after the passion that had passed through them in their embrace, and wishing it had never ended.

She brought her tear-filled eyes and streaked face to Blank’s whispering softly, “I am so sorry Blank… for the pain I know that I have caused you. I love you, Blank, male or female, it doesn’t matter. I love you, not your gender. You, Blank!”

She tightened her grip around Blank’s waist and Blank smiled, her eyes growing warmer as she stared down into the eyes of her love, she repeated to herself, her love. Blank buried her face in Tushima’s hair, and kissed her head softly, arms holding as tight as they allowed without hurting Tushima. She smiled hugely and tears of happiness rained on her love’s head, Tushima looking up into Blank’s eyes. She saw the tears and brushed them away with her hands, then leaned into Blank, ending the tears with a fierce kiss. They leaned together with lips sealing each other's mouth, as close to each other as infinitely possible. They broke apart softly, eyes opening and meeting silently, each staring into the other’s soul. Then Tushima extended her hand to Blank and the two of them began to walk home together, hand in hand, Tushima resting her head against Blank’s shoulder, sighing gently with happiness.

“This is where I’ve always wanted to be, my Blank. I never want to leave you side again.”
Blank smiled softly and kissed her forehead, then nodded, “I love you, my Tushima, and you will never be far from me again.”

They stayed holding hands until they went inside, settling together on the couch, Tushima resting her head on Blank’s chest and Blank with her arms around Tushima. They were watching TV together when the rest of the gang came in and saw their position. There were loud shouts and even a few whistles, and some sweat drops were seen, Mute’s silent nod his only answer, but the situation was finally explained and the rest all congratulated the two on their happiness. Blank nodded silently and kissed her love’s forehead, then rested back against the couch, cradling Tushima’s head in her head. Tushima smiled up at Blank and slowly closed her eyes, the happiness in her heart warming her, and she slowly fell asleep in her love’s arms, knowing that this was not a dream that she would wake from.

“I love you, my Blank, my star.”

“And I love you, my Tushima, my angel.”

As the two lay still on the couch in each other’s arms, they slowly fell into slumber, knowing that each had found something they had never had gained before, lasting love. No matter what anyone said, they had love, and it was not going to fail. Mute smiled at them and nodded secretly to himself, then walked outside to the rain again.

(End Part 1)

Tushima cried softly in her room, the events of a few hours ago still playing out over and over in her mind. She held her pillow tightly and tried to fall asleep, but her head kept spinning with the same thoughts and fresh memories. It had been two months since Tushima and Blank had found each other’s love, and things seemed to be moving at a steady pace… until tonight. Tushima looked at her clock, the red numbers 1:20 am shining softly in the dark of her room, and she returned mentally to 4 hours ago, when she and Blank been hidden in their little spot away from the world.

Blank and Tushima were deep in each other’s arms, lips pressing together softly. They were lying against a leather couch in the attic, eyes locked as they embraced, hands clasping softly in the pale light coming from the lone window. Tushima softly let go of Blank’s hands and slipped them around her love’s waist, smiling into the kiss as she felt Blank’s arms shift to a position around her neck and she closed her eyes slowly. Blank’s lips left hers softly and

Tushima moaned through her parted lips, eyes opening again to look up at Blank as Blank moved her face down softly and kissed Tushima’s neck, eliciting another moan from her lips. Tushima’s arms tightened around Blank’s waist and her hands trailed her fingers down her beloved’s back, bringing them as closely together as their bodies would allow. She could feel her heart race at every touch of Blank’s lips, like a fire jumping to every place their skin touched.

As Blank continued to kiss her neck, Tushima could feel the heat rising from every part of her body and she slid her hands up Blank’s body, cupping her face and pulling their lips back together, her forcefulness surprising Blank as she melted into Tushima’s lips. Blank’s hands slipped out from around Tushima’s neck, and started moving them steadily south, going as slow as possible and began to unbutton Tushima’s shirt, wanting to feel more of her love, to show her just how deeply her love ran. Tushima felt Blank’s hands slipping her buttons out of their spots and she felt her heart jump, wanting it so badly yet so afraid of it at the same time. Blank felt Tushima stop kissing her, stop breathing at all and she opened her eyes to look down, and seeing both emotions mixing in a turbulent storm in Tushima’s eyes.

Inside Blank, her heart was hurting, her thoughts crying out silently, Tushima, my dear Tushima… why do you look at me with fear in your eyes? Do I scare you? Why do you always freeze when I try to move beyond our embraces and kissing, why do you seem to become ice in my hands, at the same time as desire burns in your eyes? My beloved Tushima, if we are to last we have to be able to find solace in each other, not me seeing fear in your eyes. How can we hope to love forever when you cannot be at ease in my arms, at peace against my lips?

Tushima was falling apart, her heart wanting so desperately to melt into Blank’s arms, but her fear still wouldn’t let her let go, she couldn’t slip into her beloved and be lost to the world. As she stared up into her lover’s face, she could see the pain her hesitation and fear was bringing to her, and she began to cry softly, tears sliding down her face as she felt Blank shift back and away from her, sitting on the other end of the couch and starting to cry herself. Tushima got up and ran down the stairs, running into her room and locking the door, wishing so much to be frozen in that moment before her doubts came back.

Blank curled into a fetal position and cried, her jeans becoming stained with her tears as she lost control over her sadness and whimpered to the dim attic. She wanted so much to share all the pleasure she could give to her love, to show Tushima with more than just words how deep her love ran, to make her heart race with the passion of the moment. She could see it in her mind, but she couldn’t see to touch it, it always was beyond her grasp, why did she have to see the fear in her lover’s eyes, why? Blank knew how much Tushima loved her, and how much that love was returned, but why couldn’t she just see that love and passion shining through, instead of fear? As her she cried her eyes out, she started to fall asleep, her heart worn and tired from so much grief in one night.

Tushima shed tear after tear into her pillows, no matter how hard she tried, nothing worked, and she couldn’t stop her weeping. Seeing that pain and sadness in her love’s eyes again wrenched at her heart, and her fear was still there, trying to distort what she was seeing and feeling. Why she couldn’t just let herself meld with Blank, why she couldn’t go as far as she could was beyond her, her heart wasn’t telling. As the clock by her bed ticked the minutes away slowly, she began to cry less and less, but still tears slipped from her eyes, leaving them red and swollen. The red numbers glowed faintly with another 10 minutes gone by, it was now 1:30 and everyone else was asleep. Her crying ceased and she stared at her wall, heart still hurting inside knowing that she had brought sadness to her beloved. As she fell asleep her last thought was, I will beat my fear and make it up to her!

She woke up only a few hours later and stumbled out before dawn to the computer, turning it on and cursing at the how loud the loading sounds seemed in the silence of the morning. Her eyes itched from her crying and she rubbed them in an irritated way, then logged onto the Internet. Typing as quietly as she could she began an search on Google, and was amazed at the results. Approximately 2 million sites on ways a lesbian couple can pleasure each other. Her jaw dropped as she clicked a few random links and graphic pictures of women involved in sex filled the screen, and her face flushed immediately at the thought of her and Blank engaging in those same acts. She shook her head to clear it temporarily and started reading, absorbing all the ways she could make her lover shake with pleasure, all the ways she could see her through to the final ecstasy. She began to think of ways to do these to Blank, her eyes shining as the thoughts passed through her mind, all her fear gone in the face of sharing such wonders with her beloved. She quickly exited out of the Internet and shut down the computer, skipping back to her bed with a happy beat to her step. Her heart was racing as she slipped into dreams of making those fantasies come true.

The next morning awoke with sun shining through the small window in the attic, Blank’s eyelids fluttering open as a beam fell softly on her face and she tiredly put a hand over her eyes, trying to sit up as her back ached from the position she had slept in. Swearing she heard creaking as her arm and legs moved, she shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch and the night’s events came rushing back to her. Her eyes closed tight to prevent further tears, and held in a whimper, then brushed away at her eyes and stood up. She went down to the bathroom and grabbed some clothes, then stepped into the linoleum-tile floor and dropped her shirt to the floor and slipped down her pants.

Her arms reached into the shower stall and turned on the faucet, testing it until it was just right and then turned on the shower, stepping into the spray and feeling the water flow down her body. At first she got lost in the warm water, lathering her body and cleaning softly, then her thoughts once again turned to Tushima. As she did so, her mind began to play what could have happened last night, and she felt a heat spread over her body. She blushed softly and tried to think of other things, but her body got warmer and warmer, seeming to originate from one spot in particular, visions of Tushima and her engaged in much more intimate activities that she had dreamed of doing with her love cascading through her mind. As she felt her face flush softly, she looked down at herself and knew already that she was more than just feeling warm, her breasts standing at a higher perkiness than usual and a liquid of greater temperature than the water dripping slowly from her nether regions.

Slowly giving into the urge her body was pumping through her, she slid her hands down her chest, each place her fingers touched she imagined Tushima doing it. This set her heart racing as she closed her eyes and brushed her nipples gently, gasping at how sensitive they were, so deep into her fantasy that she literally felt Tushima touch them. Her back pressed against the wall of the shower stall and she pinched her left breast’s nipple, moan getting lost in the sound of water falling around her. Her hand cupped the entire breast and massaged it softly; her moans increasing in volume and intensity as her other hand traced its way down her stomach to her hips, moving around her pelvis. As her fingers moved closer and closer to that spot that yearned the most to be touched, her heart’s beating reached fever pitch. One single finger traced along her opening and she gasped loudly, her back arching as her fingernail ran over her labia. The heat pulsed through her veins again and she pressed her fingers against her slit and between her soft lower lips, parting them slowly and rubbing their inner walls. Her head leaned back against the wall of the shower and she breathed in shakily. Her fingers pressed into her folds and they closed around them, seeming to tighten around them and not want to let go, trying to pull them deeper inside her.

Through all of this she was imagining Tushima doing this to her, Tushima exploring her and setting her limbs afire as she returned the favor, discovering each other’s forms in the dim light of the attic, the soft couch teasing their skin as they learned the shapes and their curves, getting lost in each other as every part of them was free to touch. Blank pushed the fingers the rest of the way in and began to massage inside of herself, slowly stroking her clitoris with her thumb, gasping and moaning in the veil of steam. Then she happened to look through the slightly transparent shower curtain and noticed Tushima staring at her transfixed, her eyes locked on Blank’s hands as they massaged her warm slit. Blank’s eyes also caught that Tushima was looking very aroused by this, and not the slightest bit afraid, but before she could say anything, Tushima turned around in a daze and walked to her room slowly. Blank saw that Tushima locked the door behind her before she closed the bathroom door, something she had neglected to do on her own way in. She smiled softly and realized her fingers were still buried inside her most intimate of places and she laughed softly into the spray of water and finished her task, moving her fingers around again as her fantasy picked up right where she had left it, her slender fingers massaging inside of her, making her arousal reach a peak, and she moaned loudly, feeling a rush of even hotter liquid splash down her hand and into the water as it slid down her body, the rush of her climax allowing her to feel every drop of water on her skin, every touch her body made with something else sending a small shockwave through her nerves.

As Blank got out of the shower and dried off, Tushima was sitting on her bed, trying to piece together exactly what she had just seen. Blank’s naked form doing just what she had hoped to do herself, to touch her beloved in such ways and get those same reactions from her lips. She could feel the desire to do those things rise up inside her, to give her beloved that ultimate gift, and she blushed softly. Closing her eyes she tried to think of how she could get her angel to let her make it up to her, as Blank would not want to think that Tushima owed her anything. A smile crept across her face as a plan came into her mind, heat spreading over her body as she remembered what she had felt when she saw Blank’s most intimate place, a feeling of intense want and purpose. She stood up slowly, not fully trusting her legs, and walked out of her room to begin setting up her scheme to gain her lover’s final stage of their relationship.

Blank’s body returned to normal and she dressed in her clean clothes, finding a small note on her dresser, Tushima’s handwriting directing her to solve a clue and find the next note. The first clue read, “Head to the kitchen for a dish that is more fun than hunting moose in mid winter on dirty snows.” Blank pocketed the note, walking down to the kitchen and looking around for anything obvious. She pulled the note out again and read through it, absent-mindedly pulling open cabinets and looking in them.

“Moose? Dirty Snow? Hmm… winter… Freezer!”

Opening the freezer she found herself face to face with a container of ice cream labeled “Moose Tracks” that looked quite a lot like dirty snow. She opened the top of the container and drew out the second note, along with a bite of ice cream. The second note read “Good! Now, go to the room where we spend the most time, and find the movie which you find most divine, then find that movie you wish we didn’t own.” Blank shook her head lightly and laughed, then walked into the living room and quickly found the case to her favorite movie and slid it out, half of the note taped to it, then began to search for the second movie. As she read over the numerous tapes, she noticed one that made her cringe, old home videos, picked it up and dropped the tape out with note attached. Putting the two halves together she read the next clue “Head to the place I’d like to sleep, search the drawer of things I’d like to remove”. Blank paused to think about this and her eyes widened. Could Tushima mean what her mind immediately began thinking of, including the earlier moment in the bathroom, did she mean what she wanted so desperately wanted to think she did?

Her heart racing as she stepped into her bedroom and opened the drawer where her more “delicate” of clothing was kept, she found a small note laying directly on top of her most racy panties, and she opened it with her hands shaking slightly with anticipation. “My dear Blank, I cannot say how sorry I am for the pain I know I caused you last night… but tonight I shall make it up to you. Go to our usual place of meeting at 10 o’clock with your eyes closed tight, or I will not appear before you. Until tonight my beloved, until tonight.” Blank’s heart hit a new record for speed as her eyes widened until they couldn’t anymore, and as she felt anticipation rising up in her, that familiar flush running through her skin. She looked over at the clock and read 8:45 pm, and her heart sank, she didn’t really want to wait that long. She shrugged and slipped out of her clothes, then redressed in some lighter things including the same panties the note had rested on, wanting to be as perfect as she could for her angel. Her shirt was one of her few tight ones that accentuated her female features, a semi-gray color with the word “Why?” in white letters on the back and her jeans were just basic blue jeans. Trying hard not to show the hope she was feeling in her stomach, the butterflies fluttering like mad over tonight’s event, she walked around the house and ended up sitting down to watch that same movie Tushima had her find earlier. Time ticked by and she saw the clock reading 9:58 so she turned off the TV and began walking slowly up the stairs til she reached the attic, she closed her eyes tight and pushed the door up and open, and stumbled in the darkness of her semi-blindness to the couch, where she sat in the very center of it and waiting, her breathing short and her heart beating madly.

Hearing soft footsteps she tensed up and awaited whatever happened next, the most amazing sensation of her head enclosed by warm flesh spreading over her. Her eyes opened and found Tushima’s arms pulling her between her breasts, for the first time she was seeing them as her love held her in an embrace of incredible tenderness. She turned her head and listened softly to the sound of Tushima breathing, then pressed her lips to the soft flesh enclosing her head and smiled up at her angel, skin shining in the soft light as she held her love. Tushima pulled her arms back and walked to the front of the couch, revealing that she still had her pants on, but was totally topless, and Blank gazed in awe at her beloved. Blank stood up slowly and reached out to touch her loves face, amazed at the look of total serenity in Tushima’s eyes, like she was ready beyond all physical reason or doubt. Tushima took Blank’s hand and guided it away from her face, placing it softly atop her breast and squeezing her fingers gently. She smiled at Blank’s face and leaned forward, kissing her neck gently as Blank felt the smooth skin under her palm, feeling that same shock as when Tushima first kissed her, like lightning through her body. Tushima’s hands slid down Blank’s shirt and softly caressed Blank’s breasts through the cloth, then began to slide it up her love’s stomach, no hesitation in her fingers. As her hands pulled the shirt up and over Blank’s breasts, Tushima pulled back from kissing Blank’s neck and helped slide it up over her loves head, then dropped it to the floor beside them. She smiled at Blank’s choice of bra, and softly ran her hands over it, making Blank’s eyes close and moan softly to the quiet attic, then felt her bra slip from her body as well and she opened her eyes to stare into Tushima’s.

“Blank, my beloved, I cannot say how sorry I am for hurting you last night, but tonight I will make it up to you by giving you the greatest gift I can, I will share my self with you.”

“My dear, dear, Tushima… I love you so much and I wish only to show you the most incredible pleasure I can, to show you my love through my actions.”

Tushima stepped closer to Blank and felt her breasts softly brush against her lover’s, her eyes closing softly with the feeling of her skin against Blank’s, then stepped even closer, pressing right against Blank and rubbing their breasts together. She pressed her lips to Blank’s and they kissed passionately, lips massaging as their arms wrapped around the other and pulled each other as closely together as their bodies would allow. Blank’s fingers trailed down Tushima’s back, caressing the skin as Tushima slowly stroked all of Blank that her hands could with the limited range given by their close proximity. As they held each other tightly, their breasts squeezed together and elicited a soft from the lovers, their kiss growing all the more intense as Blank opened her mouth to taste Tushima’s lips and Tushima followed suit, their tongues touching slowly and mingling as Blank slowly pulled Tushima backwards and the two sat down on the couch, Tushima on Blank’s lap. Blank’s hands slowly moved up and down Tushima’s smooth back while Tushima occupied her hands with softly cupping her breasts and rubbing them against Blank’s, trying to pull the loudest moan she could from her love. As their nipples brushed against each other’s breasts, both women felt the most sensitive spots on their breasts become stiff and scrape against their breasts, soft moans escaping both sets of lips as their eyes closed and tilted their heads back.

Tushima arched her back slightly, then let her breasts slip from her hands, and slid them down her lovers chest, brushing her fingers against the soft skin of her breasts and pinching the nipples softly, then moving farther south to Blank’s pants, unbuttoning them, then sliding them down her hips and down her legs, exposing the panties she had hoped Blank would wear, and slid her hands across their surface softly. Blank’s head tilted back again and moaned as Tushima’s finger’s slid across her most intimate place, blushing slightly as she realized Tushima had created a wet spot in her panties by pushing down softly. Tushima smiled because she knew that she was becoming the same way staring at her lover’s form, and slowly she reached down and pulled the soft lace away exposing Blank’s last hidden place. As the panties slid back, Blank’s eyes closed and she leaned back farther into the couch, arching her hips up at Tushima. Tushima dropped the panties after sliding them down her legs and over her feet, leaning down and running her hands up her smooth thighs, slowly moving up towards her last real secret. Blank’s eyes closed tighter with anticipation and slight wonder at what Tushima was going to do, and where she heard what she was doing.

Tushima pressed her head against Blank’s neck and kissed it softly, then moves down slowly, kissing her breasts and the valley between them, moving south still, each brush of her lips against Blank’s skin sending shivers of electricity through her body. As she moved herself closer and closer to that last spot, the butterflies in her stomach suddenly disappeared and she smiled gently, spreading Blank’s legs before her as she kneeled in front of the couch. She leaned forward one inch at a time, stopping her face only a few inches from the soft lips of Blank’s womanhood. She inhaled deeply, loving the fragrance of her love’s essence. Moving closer still, she softly kissed the wet lips, closing her eyes as she did so. Blank’s back arched, pushing her hips even more against Tushima’s face, her lips parting slightly in a moan. Tushima pulled back softly and felt the warm liquid that was shining from Blank’s lips on her own, extending her tongue and tasting it, smiling at the flavor. She leaned back against Blank’s flower and extended her tongue slowly, tracing up between the opening but not moving in. Blank whimpered softly in pleasure and tried to push her hips even more onto Tushima’s tongue, and Tushima happily obliged, pressing her face right against it and sliding her tongue in to explore.

Blank arched her back as far as it could go, her softest place placed directly against Tushima’s face as her tongue explored inside of her lover, the experience of actually having a part of her inside Blank’s body driving her mind insane. Then Blank, almost too weak to move, fought the urge to just melt and sat up, taking her arms and pushing Tushima down, laying her down on the floor. Tushima looked confused until Blank once again laid down atop her, this time placing her womanhood atop Tushima’s face, while she went to work removing Tushima’s pants and panties. Throwing them to the floor, she moaned softly as Tushima continued her tongue’s infatuation with Blank’s petal soft folds, then stared happily down at Tushima’s own dripping womanhood, and she dove in for the kill, immediately setting about doing the same job as Tushima. The two women continued to powerfully lap up the fluids in the other’s most intimate place, drinking in the other’s essence as Tushima thought to herself. Blank could no longer hold in her pleasure and moaned loudly into Tushima’s flower, the rush of an even greater tasting fluid pouring onto Tushima’s awaiting tongue, Blank’s body once again hypersensitive, feeling every inch of Tushima’s skin against hers. Wanting to return the favor, Blank brought a new vigor to her task and slid her tongue all over Tushima’s petals, rubbing the small nub of her clitoris with the tip of her tongue, feeling the shock waves of pleasure run through Tushima’s entire body. As the pleasure came in waves over Tushima’s mind, she tried to continue cleaning up Blank’s womanhood, but found there was little more her body could do but lie still and enjoy Blank’s ministrations. Then came the crescendo, the first climax of her experience with a woman, electricity throbbing through every nerve, every inch of her skin and leaving her breathless, as though unable to ever breath again.

Blank rolled of Tushima and turned around slowly, placing one hand on Tushima’s stomach in a gesture of complete tenderness and security. Tushima smiled back at her lover, and caressed her face softly with one hand. Then Tushima looked down at Blank’s face.

“My love… I want to do more… please… let me do something… else,” she spoke slowly and with almost no fear of anything, no doubts forming in her mind.

Blank nodded as she finished riding her orgasm, panting softly as her heart heard Blank’s words and jumped, already starting to beat faster once more. The anticipation of what was about to happen was filled swiftly as Tushima shifted down and turned herself around, crossing her legs with Blank’s and moving her flower to Blank’s eventually pressing them together softly. At the soft brushing, soft moans escaped both lovers and they smiled at each other, Tushima pushing them all the way against each other, then beginning to move her hips against Blank’s, nodding at her lover as Blank began to copy her motions and rub their soft folds against each other, both moaning loudly as they did so, Tushima working extra hard to do her best, trying her damnedest to make it up to Blank, even though she knew she didn’t really have to. As the two stroked each other’s most sensitive of organs against each other, finding each other’s clits inside those lips and brushing them against each other, their eyes closed tightly and they moaned loudly, in unison, almost as thought their hearts and minds were linked. Blank could feel that neither of them could take much more of this before they would climax, so she slowed down the pace at which she pushed against Tushima, trying to keep the pleasure up, but not finish too soon.

Tushima couldn’t take it anymore and began to softly buck against Blank, pressing her womanhood directly against Blanks and pumping herself against her, moaning loudly and smiling at her lover as she joined in the act of going out in total ecstasy. Both felt a heat spread over their bodies and their faces flushed, pushing themselves even harder to make the other’s pleasure incredible. Blank pressed vigorously against Tushima and was pleased to hear the scream of pleasure that exploded from Tushima’s lips, her own scream just barely staying in her throat as Tushima kept increasing her pace, then let it out and her voice joined Tushima’s as the two exploded in their second release, and they lay softly against each other, panting and gasping in the dim light.

“Ohhhh…. Blank… that… was… incredible… I… love… you… so… much…” Tushima gasped out between her deep breathes.

“I love… you too… my beloved… Tushima…” Blank almost sighed happily as she said Tushima’s name and slipped her legs from Tushima’s, moving up and laying next to her, curling next to her lover and feeling Tushima’s arms wrap around her.

The two fell asleep in each other’s arms and slept of the night’s adventures, and the joys of their discovery after so many times of failing inside. As dawn rose over the horizon, Blank awoke to find Tushima, wrapped in a robe standing before the small window, having opened it slightly more, and she stood up, wrapping herself in the blanket that someone had placed on them, walking softly to where Tushima stood. They looked at each other with joy shining in their eyes and then as one their gazes shifted out to the dawn, feeling a sense of awed symbolism in watching that sun rise together, for the first time they watched it as one heart. Tushima rested her head against Blank’s shoulder and they smiled gently as the sun rose over the hills, casting its oranges and pale yellows over the sky, the black of the previous night retreating in the east. Blank kissed Tushima softly on the forehead and smiled again, knowing that last night both had forever pledged their love to each other in the greatest means they could see.

“My dear Tushima… I will stand by you forever my love, I will never leave your side.”

Tushima looked up and into Blank’s eyes, smiling at her, “And I the same my beloved Blank, I will never forsake our love, I will be here with you til the end of time.”

Downstairs Mute smiled softly to himself and walked out of the house, knowing that the happiness of two of his closest friends had been assured, but unfortunately he did not watch where he was going and stepped on an ice patch, slipping and falling on his face. He got up and brushed himself off, and started laughing at himself, the difference a smile made on his face startling, and he walked on down the sidewalk. Up in the attic Tushima and Blank watched this and giggled together at the accident-prone recluse, both knowing now that it had been him that put the blanket on them last night, and they thanked him silently. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled, arms wrapping around each other and holding tight, smiling to themselves as they embraced, knowing that they would never have to leave it.

rs on his collar. Though highly motivated, a dynamic personality offset the traditional “HooRah” associated with the Corps. Out of uniform, you figured for white collar management.

Sipping his beer, he carefully eyed Sam’s skilled craftsmanship in restoring the old house. Selling could easily bring six or seven times the original price. But it would probably take every dollar plus to replace it and not have near the quality. Instead, Sam decided it was time to enjoy his fruits from years of hard labor restoring and remodeling. Why walk away and let someone else enjoy it?

Sam 42, and Nancy 38, were married 20 years and lived a comfortable lifestyle despite paying for their daughter’s college education. Two incomes servicing little debt permitted them extras that their peers with larger families couldn’t afford. Yet by no means were they extravagant.

Nancy, a registered E.R and life flight trauma nurse was well liked by her coworkers and patients. A thoughtful caregiver, she willingly volunteered her services teaching care giving skills at the community center. Sam owned a repair shop and taught his skills to young people hoping that busy hands and minds would keep them out of trouble. They met Curt assisting with the Toys for Tots program and organizing youth group field trips to the reserve center as part of the Corps outreach program.

By all accounts, they enjoyed life together as model parents, neighbors, and valued community members who loved working together. The same held true for their private relationship. However, their dark secret if revealed would ruin their reputation forever. Despite their personal devotion and compatibility, Nancy’s sexual needs sometimes exceeded Sam’s capabilities. Not that she had an insatiable appetite with frequent binges, but one that occasionally necessitated an intense extra.

Nancy maintained strict rules; no coworkers, colleagues, local residents or people with community ties and certainly no long term commitments. Discreet meant no strings attached, phone calls, e-mails or thinking of you cards. Her marriage was fine, but at times needed tweaking or what Sam referred to as “recalibrated.”

When the need arose, she’d pack a bag for Florida’s fun in the sun. The seminars, conventions, night life and whatnot presented great opportunities for a satisfying tryst.

Sam understood her fantasy needs as a release from the stressful job in a trauma E.R. and the brutal cases. Emotional highs from beating the odds to pull someone through were dashed when valiant efforts failed on another. Young innocent victims made thing even tougher. She was grateful having him there for her, the ideal listener knowing when to keep silent while holding her and just what to say when he did speak. He was her E.R., but at times a higher level of care was needed. Sam also understood the concept of sometimes having to get away in order to come back. Never prying into her affairs for details, her trips were private . She’d return refreshed and happy to be back with her true partner. This was just one of the things making Sam really special.

Curt valued both their friendships. Without them his assignment he would have been boring. Their camaraderie came without constant shop talk and permitted his freedom of expression without repercussion. Besides, there was Nancy. He high regarded her professionalism and strong feelings as a woman. She was well spoken, but told it like it was, serious but had a sense of humor, busy but always had time to listen and somehow had the right answer. He carefully harbored his deep feelings while secretly nurturing their growth despite complications they presented. Having an affair with a married woman could end his career, but human nature found her hard to resist. By chance, the best of both worlds would came together.

Nancy was reaching a dire need at the time his transfer came through. Recognizing the opportunity, she wasn’t subtle about her being very receptive to an overture. Curt, well he was more than happy to oblige. Thus, tonight was going to be the climax of their feelings.

Change of Command duties filled Curt’s remaining days making tonight the last he was able to visit. The growing void created by the loss of his best friends made it feel like leaving home for the first time all over again. Sam’s gift of an expensive digital camera came with the condition of Curt’s promise to e-mail pictures from all the places his career would take him. It was a tough parting for both men.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of Nancy’s high heels on the bare hardwood floor as she walked through the hallway into the adjacent den. As if on cue, Sam motioned to Curt, “C’mon, Nancy has something she wants to give to you. You might say it comes with both our trust and love.”

The recessed lighting provided atmosphere but the low audio of classic love songs set the mood. Introduce the appearance of a strikingly seductive Nancy and the scene was complete. The short black print skirt was flimsy enough to evidence that panties weren’t part of the one piece nylons and garter ensemble bought earlier. Nor was she wearing a bra beneath the mock turtle neck top. The fall worn to lengthen her hair suggested another side that select few were privy to ever see. Black sling back heels finished the statement of a woman visually communicating her intentions.

Her appearance hit both men with a passionate rush of burning desires. While Sam’s was tempered with love, Curt’s was driven by lust. In his heart, Sam wanted to be part of a ménage a trios but knew he’d be in the way. Tonight was all about them, feelings that needed expressed in creating their own private time for a personal memory.

Posing seductively, resting a knee on the armrest of the couch, she deliberately lifted her skirt with a sultry look exposing a taut thigh, curvaceous hip and buttock. Coyly moistening her lips, she spoke in a soft flirtatious tone, “Now that he gave you his present I’ll give you mine….which you can imagine is a little more intimate. Believe me, this isn‘t a mere whim that I’ll regret later, so, for the next few hours and the times we look back on them, let us just smile, lift our glass and say Carpe Diem.”

Giving Sam a light kiss, she then whispered in his ear that she loved him. The wiggle of her fingers in a good bye gesture was the cue for his exit. Sam may have physically departed the room, but the obscure remote security cameras would keep him very much in touch.

Responding her gesture, Curt sat on the couch with her standing before him holding his hand.

In a soft sultry voice, Nancy made her request. “Now that we’re alone and the evening ours, I want you to feel me, MMMMMM, fuck me, YEEESSS, and explore all of me. In return, I’ll fuck you and satisfy every craving you have and any other I happen to create along the way.”

Nancy carefully undressed her man with devilish anticipation. Despite having imagined what she would discover, a gasp of utter surprise at what her colleagues would term as a *must see* was followed with a joyful “Oh yeah!” Even relaxed, his cock had firm muscle tone.

Fondling and caressing a very healthy and muscular cock with skill and finesse,, she began to stroke it. Her warm wet lips engaged the crown with a passionate kisses and tongue flicks. With her understanding of anatomy, she knew just how to journey down the shaft to his scrotum. Slipping an ample portion of his 9 inches in her mouth, the nimble work of her fingers, lips and tongue made him even harder. Her casual pace ensured mutual satisfaction was derived while his discipline kept him from letting it go. That he’d save for later.

Straddling him, Nancy was anxiously awaiting the moment he’s split her hairs before burying that bad boy in her. Curt drew out that wait by teasingly circling the head of his cock against the tender flesh of her labia already wet and crackling. With tantalizing short probes and slow withdrawals, she was the one to quiver in anticipation with each invitation to open wider. She engaged him in long French kisses as her hands lovingly caressed his face. Dallying while hovering on the tip of his cock, she knew what it felt like to be the target in the crosshairs. Seductively lowering herself on his shaft while edging him on with wanton overtures, her sentence of “Wait until you see what intensive care this nurse is going to…” suddenly was cut off with his full insertion.

Neither imagination or experience suggested anything so long and hard amply filling her would feel so marvelously comfortable. Instantly, the her lively feeling within accelerated to another ecstatic level. Involuntary motion seemed to drive Nancy’s weakening legs to pump herself up and down as his girth grew along each trip. Like magic, she felt her body fill out…her breasts felt a steady inflation making her nipples protrude. She felt a light buzz….. then a warm glow from the halo that seemed to envelop her.

With her sitting in his lap well engaged, Curt couldn’t get enough of feeling her body while nibbling her breasts. A well trained tongue traced the areolas before his lips plucked her nipples. Eventually he discovered one of her sweet spots on the underside of her breast. Both voiced pleasure to the sensations and feel of one another while jointly maneuvering his full measure. Effortlessly he held a smooth and steady rhythm to his penetration delivering an enduring sensation inside her.

Vigorously giving herself a workout, Nancy wanted more of him inside her. Raising herself to the tip, inhaling a long “UHHHHH,” there was a pause before exhaling the long OOOOOOOHHH on the trip down. Up and down, up and down she continued. The wider she opened, the deeper he progressed towards unlocking the gate to her hall of orgasms. Nancy popped a few small bursts but he was knocking on the door of the big one. When he began thrusting a little harder she felt herself tighten. “OH GOD!… HERE I COME, Curt! CURT,” she cried out urgently. Then finally “I’M COMING! I-- AM--C-O-M-I-N-G!” she gleefully sang. How many more trips up and down the joy pole could she make??? Tighter her pussy’s muscles contracted shortening her glide. Throwing her head back and freezing at the tip, she fought it back but there was no way. With a shocking loud surrendering wail, Nancy dropped the BIG “O” on her way down.

Somewhere along the way she relinquished her position winding up on her back with him on top. Legs spread up and out, toes curled hanging ten, oh, did she feel the pleasure of him filling her now!! She was content to surrender control so he could drive it the distance with his smooth delivery leaving her to lilt between a post orgasm and the rapid build of another. Every pour wanted to suck him inside her. “ FUCK ME,” she demanded, “ don’t dare come out of me now, I want to feel you in me…deep. Baby, let me really have it.”

As the silken sexy hosiery clad legs wrapped around him drawing him in tighter, a breathless Curt forewarned her, “Oh yeah girl, and then some.”

In the throes of her sensual leg lock, Curt short stroked deep in and out of her like a juggernaut up against the dynamo. Slowly the roles reversed with him at the mercy of her wiles of manipulating him with hip motions draining his energy into her. Savoring the feel of those silken legs and wanting to extend his boundaries, Curt reduced his pace to slower, longer projections. The day being seized, he fully intended to savor its hours.

Now, Nancy was drifting into the OHHHH Zone. “Man you are something! You have me tingling inside, Oh God, what do you have that thing hooked up too! I LOVE IT!” Again she petitioned, “Please…when are you going to let me feel you come? I want you to come inside me. Please! Really deep”

Harder she humped responding to the feel of the heat he was bringing. She was anatomically familiar enough to know he was deep in her vagina, far deeper than any man tread before. God, could he use his cock like a probe to deliberately explore while sensationalizing every stroke. His tensing indicated that he soon was going to treat her. Stroking her legs along his flanks shifted him to a higher gear. Widening her legs and thrusting her hips popped his seal sending a deluge of love pearls to melt inside her.

A celebratory Nancy euphorically screamed with pleasure receiving his long held burden. No sooner than being peppered with his initial bursts, the second came cascading right behind. “Fabulous” she exclaimed, “absolutely fab-U-lous!” spreading her legs wider while gleefully kicking. Maintaining an erection, he continued to hump away as the target of his affection was only capable of intermittent thrusts hoping to coax another orgasm from him for a loud mutual climax. And there were several. Near breathless, Nancy voiced her pleasure, “When we girls dish the dirt, you’re what we dream of. That was a five star fuck, the best anyone has ever given me.”

In an adjacent room, Sam watched on a security monitor. His initial exhilaration gradually waned being replaced by the shocking sight and sound of their fury. The striking image of Curt tenderly cradling her while enveloped by the bonds of hot legs sexily attired in sensual hosiery created the illusion of them floating within a bubble. My how she responded to his touch along her thighs or his fondling and squeezing the cheeks of her tight derriere. Curt’s groans, her petitions and moans added to the mood setting music. The sight of the eurhythmic meshing of their bodies building to a crescendo of flesh slapping flesh as he rode her to a quickened pace was mesmerizing. The friction of hosiery rubbing hot against Curt’s body, was the prelude to the slow breakdown of the blended cologne and perfume yielding to the telltale scent of a woman’s intimate pleasure. What began as a lusty indulgence escalated to Nancy’s intimately making love to him with ample return.

Sam wasn’t given to frequently envisioning her sexual encounters though what he witness paled any images of previous affairs. Astonished at the length and girth of Curt’s cock, the sight of 9+ inches tightly inserted in her pussy and the bulging “O RING” formed to accommodate it staggered his senses. With unhurried and leisurely rhythm , Curt inserted himself deep, pausing to tease her with sensitizing probes. Purring in delight, Nancy, legs open and suspended, remained motionless capturing the full ecstasy from the pleasurable feel of having her cunt’s less visited velvet lined recesses stimulated. Curiosity and awe overrode his sense of voyeurism having never seen or imagined Nancy being so into it. Neither ravaged or subjected to humiliation, she was being intensely and masterfully fucked by an endowed gentleman connecting with her physically and emotionally. Tapping her “O” button seemingly at will increased her pleasure while each release of his cum in her intensified her glisten and gleam. It was hard to take issue with her delight.

It was also difficult putting what he saw into perspective. Extra curricular activities while vacationing were a foregone conclusion but never discussed. However, tonight, before his eyes, he witnessed something beyond conception. Was that really his wife he saw? Could it be the same woman? It was almost inconceivable her passionate participation and delight with another man. Without compunction she intimately took him multiple times, eagerly accepting every wad of semen delivered and never balked at satisfying his sexual appetite.

Clearly, as lovers, they were well matched. Sam knew when she made love to him how he felt, but did Curt receive the same or more. She certainly didn’t hold back any. Suddenly, Sam wondered how he really made her feel, good as usual was now inadequate. There wasn’t any doubt to how Curt made her feel, she reached the stratosphere. Yes, he felt joy and happiness for her being able to fully exercise her nature and quench desires. Her contentment was paramount as his wish to never see her unrequited went across the board. But now he had some concerns. Did she find the point of no return? Was his own adequacy further diminished? Watching Curt fuck her made him feel like Liz Taylor’s seventh husband on their honeymoon; it wasn’t about knowing what to do, it was a matter of how to make it interesting. Levity aside, Sam wondered how he would really feel about her now.

Just as he was ready to stop viewing he was either treated or cursed to catch one more glimpse. Nancy was now the one giving Curt a hard work. As a prelude to his orgasm, Curt elevated himself as though doing a push up, held his position while still engaged, and proceeded with a lengthy download of a hefty stream. Now it was his turn to hold motionless while Nancy humping and thrusting coaxed him on.

Driven wild with his hot burst she sharply screamed, “Oh YES, babe, deliver it all! C’mon babe bring it on, bring it home, I want it. It feels so wonderful, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Sinking his bone in to bury his last wad, she cried with relief, “Jesus! How long have you been storing that stuff up?” Then laughingly added, “That last one felt like platoon strength. With all those little soldiers their enjoying liberty, I just hope my birth control is up to working the overtime.”

Sam thought it best to dim the monitor and turn down the sound. Right now, he was feeling overwhelmed and worried. He like it better when he knew nothing.

The afterglow was kept simmering by their brushing bodies while short wet kisses growing more assertive rebuilt their appetites. “You have more from where that came from?” came her query.

“What does the good nurse have in mind?” Nancy thought a moment then whispered what she wanted from him earlier. With a smile, Curt responded with an enthusiastic “By all means, I’d love to!!”

Nancy’s fantasy of “Feel me, fuck me, fill me, and enjoy me” continued being fulfilled. Curt reveled in feeling such a fine body freely surrendering herself to him without restraints. Her body was one erogenous zone with surprise responses that opened new doors. Finally, someone knew what to do once those doors were opened. His engaging her from behind from behind floated her through that free zone with the unlimited gratification when your partner is SOOOOO right and both exist on that rarified air. He advanced her to a new station in sexuality and a new threshold for her wetted appetite. What Sam’s hands were to mending a broken object, was what his were to a woman in need of personal repair. The soft breath with caress from his lips on her neck held her spellbound while the deft touch of one hand aroused her breasts. Slowly the other massaged her abdomen stimulating her flow responding to the pumping and flexing cock inside her. One body in perfect harmony made a complete symphony.

Never did she imagine one man’s prowess would match the protracted encounter involving three virile young men, with all the stamina and abundance associated with youth, that affectionately gratified her individually with style and in combinations. But tonight that was surpassed by a single lover, the quintessential lover of her search. Past lovers filled her needs albeit temporary, but Curt definitely imparted a substantive feeling of consummate fulfillment. After the physical sex, an ongoing emotional infusion continued. Even his cuddling after was sensual and stimulating.

Around 4:00 a.m., Sam awoke to the sound of a car door shutting and the start of an engine. Total silence gripped the house. The monitor yielded no images from the darkened den. He froze as the lump in the back of his throat grew in fear of being alone. An anxious Sam waited. Nancy slowly emerged from the shadows appearing pleasantly sedate, smiling contentedly. The sheer hip length robe was made shorter yet by full breasts filling it out. Beneath it, she still radiated that buffed sheen. Hesitant to speak as not to pierce her veil of peace, Sam waited for her to break the silence.

“ God, I didn’t realize the time,” shaking her head to clear the misty haze.

“ Are you okay? I mean you‘re alright aren‘t you?” Sam nervously asked.

“Yeah, I think so” she happily replied as though she sought assurances. “Sorry hon, I spent a little longer than I intended to, but when you don’t cut short something that keeps getting better and better. I might have gone a little overboard, but it was hard not to when I had such great opportunity.

For the first time ever, Sam wanted to know something about her experience. “So this was different from other ventures?”

“Far and away” she replied, somewhat surprised he asked. “Others, it’s usually all about them and what they think they can do for you. As long as I’ve satisfied them and they’re satisfied with THEIR performance, then all is okay in their book. Not so with him, he makes it all about the woman. Of all the lovers, I must admit he was the best and really got to me.”

Trying not to sound hurt or harsh, Sam expressed his concern that perhaps Curt was a little to assertive and perhaps things got a little out of control. He was treading carefully as not to upset her and trigger an argument.

In a somewhat defiant voice she shot back, “You mean I fucked him vigorously, enjoying everything he did and let him fill me with tons of come! I won’t deny enjoying it, but Sam, he was exactly what I needed. Undoubtedly he has filled the needs of a lot of other women the same way and will go on doing so. And no doubt for all of us, it was dreamlike. But dreams are illusions lasting shorter that we think. There are just some dreams that are better than others.

The room stood silent for a moment. Then in a conciliatory voice she said, “Look, there is only one Sam and while dreams like that are nice, I’m most comfortable where I am. Just as he did something extra for me, there are so many more things you can do that others can’t. That is why they always leave alone. Extras are nice, but essentials can’t be replaced. I’m lucky you let me have the best of both worlds. ”

Relieved she wasn’t swept away by events and departed with him, Sam still remained uneasy. Nancy, knowing words alone wouldn’t reassure him suddenly felt an unusual need for her own reassurances. Sam’s spontaneity didn’t afford her an opportunity to freshen up. Those sinfully stained nylons accentuated the scent of a well exercised woman still possessing the traces left by her lover. For Sam, it was a catalytic aphrodisiac igniting his passion from earlier in the evening. He wanted his woman back, more so he needed to re-establish his prominence marking his territory. Surprised and overwhelmed at his intensity, tears of joy welled in her eyes as Nancy, more than willing let him fuck her there in the reclining chair. Sam wondered when her nails and high heels dug into his flesh if her response directed to him or were earlier hours being relived? Secretly, Nancy wondered at her own response. Was it out of passion or compassion? She still felt Curt throughout her and it wasn’t easy to let go. Aware the boundaries of Sam’s love seemed endless, would they stand the test this time? Would there be a next time??