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CARREE LOVES BILLY #7 CARREE SETS THE DATE

The following story contains ADULT SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Do not read any further if you do not wish to read

material of this type. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

I lost my William early in 2001. He was a writer who,

one day, planned to use my diary's, which I kept

through our young courtship and beyond, as a basis for

a true erotic story.

William and I enjoyed reading erotic stories of this

type to each other. He planned to use the pen name

Billy Hand and wanted to share our sexual experiences

for a means of helping others understand what a true

loving relationship was, and how sexual one can be.

Few of the stories we read on sites like this dealt

with true love, sex and sexual acts with the candor

and tenderness we actually showed each other.

As a means of therapy for dealing with his loss, I

have taken up the project. Though not as accomplished

as William as a writer, I too, write professionally

for travel and vacation guides.

I hope you enjoy our stories as much as we did living

them. Whether you believe our stories or not, trust me

when I say they have been embellished little. Names

and places have been altered to mask our identities,

but the basis and most of the situations are true.

I will always truly love the character you will know

as "Billy" or "Bill" Wilson. Once Bill became a

published writer and author, he was always known as

William.

This will be the Seventh entry in the series after the

genus story:

Carree Loves Billy

This story is,

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CARREE SETS THE DATE

Finishing our final year in college when we already

had potential careers promised was very much akin to

waltzing through your senior year of high school when

you had already been accepted to a college. A certain

amount of pressure had been lifted for both Bill and

myself knowing exactly where we were going to be for

at least 2 years following graduation.

My employer, Arens and Ponds, had been gracious in

offering to find an affordable place for us to live

until we decided where we wanted to settle. My mentor,

Miranda Ponds had found a potential home for us in the

Baltimore suburbs that was near Baltimore mass

transit, the MTA.

She described it as a "Leave it to Beaver" type of

neighborhood, with a MTA commuter line less than a

ten-minute walk away. The ride to the Amtrak station

on the commuter was 10 minutes. Miranda talked to

neighbors and found that typically you could be on an

Amtrak train in 25 minutes from the front door,

depending on schedule. It would make a 3 hour train

ride for Bill, each way. While that sounded atrocious

to me, Bill, with his laptop, considered it office

time. Last summer, while interning, he often commuted

the 6 hours in a day and used his train time for

writing, and reading, and studying. Bill was never

bored.

If I chose to drive to the office I need only get on

the interstate less than a mile from the house and go

9 exits.

The house was owned by a principle in a company we had

bought out to get some Ocean City accounts. Arens and

Ponds wanted more local dealings to better their

relationship with some of the Maryland Chambers. We

have received a lot of Maryland Education business and

had little Maryland flavor to our business besides

that.

Arens and Ponds held the paper on the property and had

it leased until June. We could then sign a 24-month

lease at $600 per month, plus utilities, and then

exercise an option to buy or move. It seemed too good

to pass up. We planned to visit and check out the

house during the Christmas break. This could end up

the house we owned when we got married.

Bill had fallen into a nice niche at Time.

Environmentalists had come to lay a lot of pressure on

Canada about acid rain and its effects on New York

forests, as well as New York Nukes and the West Valley

clean up. Upstate New York had become a hotbed of

Environmental news, so, Bill was the environmental

reporter for upstate New York. He covered press

conferences and enviro stories around Western and

Northern New York. It gave him lots more free time for

himself and me. It kept him in the loop at Time and

got his name on by-lines and "also contributing to"

credits.

Arens and Ponds kept me on top of things using me as a

copy writer. They would give me account profiles, and

goals. I would submit creative ideas and submit copy

to be critiqued. Miranda kept me totally on top of the

entire goings on with accounts old and new so I could

step right in as her assistant when I finished school.

Both Bill and I had pretty cool situations. I,

personally, could not have written a better ticket for

myself. I really stepped in it.

Henny, Maria and I had become even closer in our

fourth year of rooming together. We really wished we

had taken a place off campus for our last year, but I

was impossible to get hold of for the summer and they

could no longer hold the place they wanted. A four

bedroom 3 bathroom place could have meant boyfriends

sleeping over and lots more privacy.

We confided as sisters on intimate details of our

lives, especially sex, and that put our lives in

better perspective. To share and trust, and compare

notes, I could not have found better friends. We were

sisters.

Maria had detailed her summer with John to Henny and

I. She had moved in with him for 6 weeks while he

house-sat in Port Jefferson on Long Island. He had an

aunt who had to go to Boston for a heart procedure and

she wanted someone to stay in her house while she was

away. Maria's parents didn't like it, but she

convinced them it was the right thing to do. Maria was

relieved to find-out how compatible they were and were

going to set a wedding date for a year after her

graduation.

As she finished filling us in on her summer, she

looked at Henny and told her there was something she

had to get into the open that I already knew about.

She explained to Hen about her seeking out "faceless

fucks", when she would be separated from John for

semesters at a time while he went to school out west.

She felt that since I knew it and Henny didn't, there

was dishonesty between us.



"They were just faceless fucks, they don't mean

anything. I go out and pick up a kid, someone young,

and show him a few things." She confessed to Henny.

"I go to the hang-outs where the freshmen are. Not so

much here, but over near the other area schools. I

show them a good time, they, in turn, make me happy. I

have to feel like a woman sometimes, you know. I

became dreadfully horny and lonely and felt little

like a woman. I slipped one day and mentioned it to

Carree, that's how she found out. I felt sexually

empowered. I would be the aggressor, show these boys

some real tits, how to eat pussy, and what it feels

like to get a real blowjob. I don't fuck them. I may

act like a slut, but I'm no whore."

"Wow, Maria, that sounds like me before I really

hooked up with Nicky. I would fuck anyone. Hell, I

won't lie; I loved it. Fucking is great, but making

love is better."

"Well, I know I'm going to hear an "I told you so"

from Carree, but I had a bad experience the last time

I did it before we went home for the summer. I'm

telling you both this, because the guy knows where we

live, and although I don't even know if he is around

anymore, I think I should warn you." Maria explained.

"Why didn't you report it to the Police, if you had a

bad experience. I assume the guy tried to make you do

something you didn't want to?" I asked.

Maria got real flustered at my question and began to

lose her composure.

"Oh yeah, just what was I supposed to do? Tell the

Police that I wanted to just blow him, and not

anything else, and if they caught the guy and charged

him I have to testify that I wanted sex, just not that

much? Plus it gets out in the papers and my parents

and John find out. I WAS STUPID, OK? TELL ME THAT YOU

TOLD ME SO. I KNOW IT, NOW." Maria said as she became

undone.

I went to her to hug her.

"Maria, I can't judge you, but it sounds like you want

us to. Yes, you were stupid to do it that time, but

you were just as stupid all the other times, but

nothing ever happened, so you felt the power of the

situation and the safety that you were never caught. I

don't think any less you. C'mon Maria, we all love

each other too much for that."

"That's all I could think of all summer, was how you

were going to beat me up for being so stupid,

especially after you warned me. I should have known

you wouldn't judge me and would sympathize with my

predicament. I guess I really WANTED you to beat me

up, as my own punishment. Well, I won't do it again.

It made sex hard to enjoy for the first few weeks with

John on Long Island, the guilt ate at me so."

"So, what did this creep make you do, if you don't

mind saying," Henny asked. "I remember you were saving

it for your wedding night, he didn't ruin that did

he?"

"No, the last time John and I were together before

then, we finally did it. We finally gave in. But the

bastard . . . . . he, , he made me do other things."

And then Maria went into a full bawl, calling herself

names and banging her fist on the sofa.

We had a group hug to comfort Maria and told her to

give us a description of the guy, in case he might

come around. But, Maria wasn't through yet.

"I have to tell you what happened. No one has ever

heard the story and I have to tell it to someone so I

can get it off my chest. I know it's my fault, but I

want to tell it so maybe someone can tell me that it

wasn't, OK?" She explained. "It's actually pretty

gruesome."

"I went to a college sports bar nearby and sat at the

bar, sipping a soda. I knew a couple guys were

checking me out, but they seemed older and one of them

goes to school here. But, there was a table with 3

guys, and I assumed they were freshmen, they all had

soda's too. They had eaten, and it was almost 10

o'clock.

That's when they proof the place and all the underage

students have to leave and the band starts. I asked

the waitress if she knew any of the 3, but she only

knew they were freshmen at the Ag school. I asked her

if she could get this one kid, a cute blonde haired

guy to come to the bar. She said she would try, but

figured I didn't want to be too forward. When two of

them got up to play pool, she told him that I wanted

to speak to him. He hesitated, and then came over

wondering what I wanted, and asked if I was one of his

sisters friends.

I explained I was looking for a date to go dancing

with, and I hated to walk into a place alone. He told

me he was underage, but had proof that said otherwise.

We talked for about 10 minutes and I suggested we

leave to go to FudPuckers, or some place. He acted

real shy and I figured I had a good one on the line."

"Usually I take them some public place, like

FudPuckers, and we park the car, but before we get out

to go in, we neck a bit and get "friendly" with each

other. It usually doesn't take long to talk them out

of going in, and going someplace more private. I know

a few good places to park. young guys go for my tits

right away and that usually keeps them happy for a

while. Once they try to put a hand down my pants, or

up my dress, I stop them."

"I tell them they can't screw me, but that I love to

have my pussy eaten, and if they do it right, I'll

repay the favor. By this time they are drooling and

tripping over their tongues. This guy, he said his

name was Dean, was just like the rest. I bailed over

the seat and took off my panties and invited him to

dive in. Like the others I had to show him how I liked

it, and I kept him going by telling him how I was

going to suck his cock so good when he got done."

"Maria!! I can't believe you talk like that," Henny

said. I thought you called it a pee pee!!"

"Please don't joke Hen, this is pretty awful," Maria

warned.

"Once Dean got going it was apparent that he had done

this before. He was trying to stick a wet finger up my

butt and I kept pushing it away. He sat up and grabbed

me by the throat and told me under no uncertain terms

that he WAS going to stick his finger in my butt and

that he was using it to get ready for his cock.

Well, this scared the shit out of me and I said,

"forget it" and went to get back in the front seat. He

slapped me full force, full hand across the face and

showed me my keys in his hand. He slapped me again on

the other side of my face and I knew he meant

business.

I also knew I had lost control of the situation. This

guy was a sicko. He turned me on my stomach and pushed

my face in the seat. He walloped the hell out of my

ass with his hand and then spit on my ass and stuck

his finger back in. He kept it there and kept spitting

on my ass. I was delirious with fear and pain. Then he

stuck his dick up my ass and fucked me like a goddamn

animal."

Maria had kept her composure for the most part of her

story, but she was beginning to cry now.

"I was in so much pain, I thought I would die or pass

out. I felt if I just cooperated he might finish

faster and I could be through with him.

But, he had other ideas. He pulled his dick out of my

ass and made me suck it. He told me that if I bit him,

he would kill me. As he said that, he had his hand

around my throat and I no doubt he was able to squeeze

life from me.

Humiliated by being sodomized and forced to taste my

own ass, I wasn't doing quite well at the blowjob he

was getting, so he set about to slap my face again,

full handed, each side, real hard.

I was dizzy and in total panic. He grabbed my head and

stuck his cock down my throat and fucked my mouth hard

and deep, making me gag and throw up all over my self,

while it was still in my mouth. Let me tell you both,

that I thought I was going to die. I was THAT scared.

He finally came while fucking my mouth and told me if

he saw one drop outside my mouth, he was going to pull

out all my hair. I didn't doubt him.

I swallowed and swallowed and gagged and gagged, but

made sure I didn't lose a drop of the disgusting

stuff. I thought I had never been more humiliated

until he finished and let me lay there about 10

minutes and the told me he had to piss, and he was

going to do it all over me.

I lost it and told him he had done enough to degrade

me. He grabbed me and slapped me again, this time

slapping my bare breasts, I was sure he broke the skin

had ripped them off. I rolled into a ball in the back

seat and figured he would beat me to death. I was

planning on playing dead as he struck me. He slapped

my ass real hard a couple times and I stifled screams.

He grabbed me again and spit on my ass again. He

wanted to fuck me there. I didn't see how I could take

it. I wanted to die. After working his dick in there,

he let his piss fly."

How Maria kept her composure during her description

was beyond me. I was crying for her, but she was brave

in wanting to confess how stupid she had been.

"Once he was done, he pushed me out of the car and

drove away. He hollered out that I would find the car

at the bar where I picked him up. He tossed my clothes

out and he was gone.

After crying, shitting and puking for about an hour I

finally was able to get my clothes together, and I

found a stream where I could wash a little before

walking to my car. I must have walked 5 miles, and I

avoided staying on the road where anyone would see me.

When I got to the bar, it was closed and my car was

the only one there. When I went to it, the keys and my

purse were on the front seat. All my money was still

there, and all my credit cards and ID's were there,

but everything was taken out and neatly laid in rows

on the seat. I sat and cried for a while and finally

drove to a motel. There, I showered and washed my

clothes in the tub, and slept until the sun came up.

Once I knew you guys were in exams, I came back here,

in my damp clothes, and put my self back together."

By the time Maria finished the story, Henny and I were

both in tears.

"Why didn't you go to the Police," I asked.

"What do I tell them?" Maria answered. "I wanted to

pick up a virgin, and I gambled and got a pervert? I

didn't see any way around the fact that I PICKED HIM

UP! How do I explain that to John, or my parents?"

"The fuckin' bastard raped you, sodomized you, Maria.

He should be locked up!" Henny said, boiling mad.

"LOOK, I was a stupid whore for doing what I was

doing. Carree warned me that I could run into a loser

one night, and I didn't listen. This guy may have

scared the shit out of me, violated me in ways I

didn't think possible, but he also cured me of being

stupid. Forty-eight hours after it happened I was no

worse off. He could have killed me, for Gods sake."

"Why don't you send him a thank you card, for Christ's

sake Maria? If you ever see him, point him out. I'll

pick him up and bite his balls off, the bastard!"

Henny stewed.

"Let's just drop it!" Maria shouted. I only told you

because I have been living with it all summer. I

thought I was going to end up in therapy over it, but

I'm not. My sex life with John was great and I am no

worse the wear for it all. We even tried it, you know,

. . . back there and I was OK with it. No bodily or

emotional scars. I take all the blame, I just had to

get it out!"

"OK Maria, but if you ever need to talk about it or

have issues, don't hide them. We can all talk and try

to fix things, OK? Listen, I love the both of you and

hate to think that this happened to one of us. We have

to look out for each other. Maria, please don't

hesitate to come to us, OK?" I implored.

"OK, but I think I'm fine, OK?" Maria said.

"I don't see how, but I'll take your word for it,"

Henny said. "You're sure that everything was OK with

you and John? I mean the sex part. You don't think of

the rape every time you have sex do you?"

"No, because that wasn't sex, that was violence. I'm

pretty strong willed and know that neither John nor

sex had anything to do with it. I'm OK really." Maria

insisted.

Never one to mince words or be genteel, Henny asked,

"Even when John did you in the butt, you didn't flash

back?"

"God Henny, leave a few things in her life sacred," I

implored her.

But, Maria, knowing that Henny was Henny, said,

"That's OK, and I guess it's a good question. Yes, I

did think of it, but John did it lovingly as a lover

would. I would have been doing it reluctantly anyway,

but I really kind of liked it, at least with John."

"Yeah, butt sex is great, I really love it," Henny

said as if she just said the sky was blue. We were

truly open with each other, especially Henny, who knew

no bounds of taste or decorum. But, if you knew her,

you had to love her.

Henny and I looked out for Maria a lot for a while, to

make sure she was over the ordeal. If she had any side

effects of her attack, she never let them out. It's

almost that she felt she deserved what happened to her

and she got punished to learn her lesson. I couldn't

ever feel that way, but Maria must be a much stronger

individual.

Once classes got underway it all seemed like a bad

memory as the three of us got back into our routine.

What was different was that I saw Bill at least once a

week now, and we planned to keep it that way until the

snow flew and travel might be dangerous.

Maria coaxed John to fly home from school whenever

there was a break of any kind. Flying in from the mid-

west sounded expensive to me, but I gathered that

John's family had money. I also think that Maria let

him know how lonely she was getting, being away from

him. I think he suspected she was seeing someone else,

which really wasn't true, but the rape must have left

some seeds of doubt for Maria to sow. She must have

changed a little.

For the long Veterans days Holiday weekend I had

thought the three of us had went home. But, on my

return on Monday afternoon with Bill, figuring on a

little afternoon delight before he drove to his

campus, we found Nick and Henny in the dorm.

"I thought you went home for the weekend? I asked.

Henny just smiled at me and said, "No, I decided to

stay back and do a little local sight seeing."

The look on her face bewildered me and she was about

to explode with news she wanted to tell me.

"Just for the last month or so, I've been going to the

sports bar where Maria picked that asshole up. I was

just hanging around for short times, grabbing

something to eat and a soda or something. I became

friendly with the barmaid and was somewhat of a

regular. When we got talking about boyfriends I said

my guys name was Dean (the name the guy who raped

Maria used).

"Oh, really," she said. "You mean the Dean who hangs

around here?"

Henny said, "No I doubt it, I don't think he comes in

here."

"Well," the barmaid said, "I hope not, the Dean who

comes in here is a pick-up artist. He thinks he's

God's gift to women. If I see him come in, I'll point

him out, because if he's your boyfriend, you ought to

lose him."

So, anyway," Henny continued, "I went there a few more

times and once the barmaid saw me and motioned me to a

corner of the bar, out of sight line of the tables."

"Deans here," she said, and she pointed him out.

There sat a blonde haired blue-eyed guy who looked

about 16. He caught the two of us looking at him and

he smiled.

"No, that's not my Dean," Henny said. "That guy is a

kid."

"That's good," the barmaid said, "I hear he's into

rough stuff, but I guess some girls like that."

So, armed with this information, Nick and Henny were

prepared to go to the sports bar all weekend waiting

for Dean to show up. He showed up Friday night. They

noted what kind of car he drove, and then followed him

back to his dorm.

They kept an eye on him all day Saturday. About 9:30

p.m. he left and went right to the sports bar. Most of

the students from the area were out of town so it was

slow. Nick told Henny that he didn't think Dean would

hang there long, there were few cars in the lot, so

they waited for him to come out.

When Dean finally left, there was no one else around.

They were able to jump him and get like a canvas bag

over his head and arms.

Then Henny paused.



"Well, what happened" I asked impatiently.



Hen reached to the sofa and picked up the local Monday

paper and pointed to the front page, below the fold.

"Local Student Beaten in Fraternity Hazing"

the story read. . .

"A local student was found beaten and tied in a canvas

bag to his waist Sunday morning. His feet were tied

with plastic restraints, typically used by Police in

holding cells.

When the manager of the Third Base Sports bar came to

open at noon on Sunday she saw the lone car in the

lot. She didn't find it that strange, except there was

thick red yarn tied to the cars door handle that led

into the wooded area behind the bar. The other end of

the yarn rope was tied to the feet of victim, Dean Doe

a sophomore at Agricultural Tech. While Doe insisted

he was not part of any Frat hazing, Police said the

fact he had been urinated on made that hard to

believe. "It's typical frat house stuff", said Officer

Petersen. "With all the frats on local campus' that

are on probation for hazing, it's no surprise he is

denying it." Petersen did not make it clear if there

would be any further investigation."

I dropped the paper and was dumbfounded.

"Henny, you and Nick did this? Are you crazy?" I

asked.

"Carree, we never said one word. He never had a clue

if there 2 or 3 of us, if we were all guys or what. He

kept on shouting names of girls who he thought we were

getting revenge for. He knew why he was getting his

ass kicked, he just didn't know who it was from. He

finally got quiet when he got punched every time he

hollered." Henny said so proud.

"Carree," Nick said, "Henny would have killed him if I

let her. She kicked him in the balls about 4 times.

The little fuck was crying when we left him. Henny

went back and pissed on him, so I did too. After Hen

told me what he did to Maria, I had to get the

bastard."

I didn't know what to think. I was afraid they would

be found out and be caught, but I had a little glow of

revenge inside.

"Listen, we cannot be caught. We covered every

possible track. No one saw us. No one can place us

anywhere. He has no clue who did it. He shouted out

different girls names, saying like,

"It's for Sherry, right? Well, she wanted it rough."

Man, he was so confused. Then we really let him have

it. He got a good beating and probably thought we were

going to kill him. I wanted to scare the shit out of

him." Henny said.

"But," Henny added, "We CANNOT tell Maria we had

anything to do with it. I want her to see the article,

but I do NOT want her to think Nick and I did it. OK?"

I agreed, but was still in a daze, not believing she

and Nick could be so larcenous.

"Carree, don't go and get Goody Two Shoes on me here,"

Henny said.

"You have that look on your face. Do you think I could

stand to think of that little bastard running loose

after what he did to her?"

"But, Henny, you can't take the law into your own . ."

I started, before Henny interrupted.

"HE STUCK HIS DICK UP HER ASS AND PISSED IN HER,

CARREE," she said as she held a defensive pose to me.

I thought about that for a second, and said, "OK, I

guess it was something you had to do. Maria was wrong

not to have him put away. I won't say a word to her."

"Don't even point out the article to her. Let her find

it," Nick said. "If she doesn't see it by Wednesday,

point it out to her as you are tossing it out, you

know by accident."

Henny and I agreed and never said a word to Maria.

Later that week we saw her read the article, and by

the look on her face, she knew whom it was that got

beat. I asked her what it was, trying to draw her out,

and she just said "Oh, Nothing."

But she was humming and smiling the rest of the night.

I guess I always had a horror in the back of my mind

of being raped. I was always aware of catcalls and

whistles when I was in certain situations and always

chose to not pay attention. When Maria told us of her

rape and brutal violation, I almost felt it happened

to me. That was funny in it self, because Maria seemed

to have forgotten about it, or took it in stride. She

truly thought that going out and picking up a lover

for the night was OK, because it was strictly sexual

for her own satisfaction. To her it was enhanced

masturbation. Yet, she portrayed a Polly Pure front

almost all of the time, even when talking among us

girls. I was flummoxed to her thought processes.

Maria may have purposely planted a seed in her fianc‚,

John's, mind that she was lonely and desperate enough

to seek other company. He made the long flight in for

a weekend every month to be with her. Even though he

could well afford it, in their first few years of

college, John was only home for Christmas, and usually

met her for spring break somewhere. He had taken Maria

and her love for granted for the last time.

Just as we got ready to go home for Thanksgiving

weekend, Maria took me aside and handed me a newspaper

with an article circled:



"Local Ag Tech Student Convicted."

"A local AG Tech student was convicted of a July

kidnap/rape in Woonsocket, R.I., where he resides.

Dean Doe originally was going to accept a plea bargain

for probation in the July incident, but decided to let

it go to trial. After his alleged victim was convicted

for marijuana possession, Doe recanted his earlier

confession in hopes of influencing the court that she

may have brought the rape upon herself."

The story went on to say that he could get up to 25

years, but expected he might serve 3-5 years.

Maria looked at me with a smile and a tear in her eye.

"It's over, but the girl he raped was my fault. I am

really sorry for that. I read a while ago that he was

found beat up in a Frat hazing, and I felt vindicated,

I had a revenge of sorts. I forgot about what a next

victim might mean. I never thought of that part."

"He's gone, you're safe, your love is safe, Maria. You

would have lost everything if you accused him, and he

could have beaten that charge then. Don't fret that

you could have saved someone else from him. He's done

now." I assured her.

We hugged and held each other tightly, she wanted so

bad to share this whole thing with someone she loved

and trusted. It truly was over and to this day I don't

know if she ever found out that Henny and Nick were

the ones who beat up Dean the scum.

That Thanksgiving Bill broke his family tradition of a

long weekend in Vermont. He drove up ahead of his

family as soon as he got me home on Wednesday around

noon. He went ahead to ski with some cousins and met

his parent's there Wednesday night. Right after the

families big Dinner on Thanksgiving, he headed home to

spend Thursday, Friday, and Saturday evenings with me

up in his writing study over the garage.

I had just finished drying the last dish after our

Holiday Feast when I went to sit with my parents in

front of their new fireplace. We waited to serve the

dessert pies for Bill. He was going to sit by the fire

with the 3 of us and talk.

Then after that we were to be off to be alone. mom and

Dad offered to let him stay with me there, but I am

sure they understood our need to be alone. It was

still only down in the high 30's at night, so the

Franklin stove was plenty enough to keep our little

hideaway warm for us. Besides that, we had a lot of

heat to share with each other.

Dad had just put a few more logs on and mom poured the

hot chocolate when I heard the growl of the engine.

Bill was here. I felt myself blush just knowing he was

here.

When he came to the door I rushed like a schoolgirl to

hug him. mom and Dad hollered their hello's from the

living room, allowing us a private moment and word.

Bill whispered to me, "Lets start to discuss dates

tonight, OK? Just to get a ball rolling and feel them

out."

"I'm not ready to set a date, Bill," I said.

"Geez Care, I'm not either," Bill whispered.

"But my parents are asking me about it, and with them

getting friendly with yours, lets just make them think

we're looking into things. So, if they talk about it

between them . . . I'm sick of saying we haven't

discussed it yet. Maybe we'll actually get some

ideas."

"OK, Bill," I said. "I assume you know best."

We went into the living room and Bill made sure he

made a big deal about the new fireplace. My Dad got a

lot of help on it, but he did the most of the work. He

was so proud.

It was a real piece of Americana, though, the four of

us curled in front of the fire with a homemade pie and

hot chocolate on Thanksgiving night.

Bill broke the "date" ice.

"Carree and I are beginning to look at possible

wedding dates. Now we don't want to jump the gun or

anything, but after graduation we would like to have a

date set. But we are certainly in no rush. We

discussed a window of . . .how long Carree?" he

hesitated as he looked at me for an answer.

"Two years," I blurted out as Bills eyes bugged.

"We figured we were in no hurry and if we had to wait

2 years it would be fine. We want time to plan and do

it really right and make sure everything is

accommodating to both families, and of course, us.

It's going to mean Bill and I having to plan time off

way in advance from work, we will be living in

Baltimore then. We will need all that time if we plan

on getting married back here, and we do."

Suddenly Bill wasn't so shocked that I ad-libbed "two

years". I think he assumed I would be in a hurry to

get married, and deep down I was. But, I know my mom

and Bill's Mom, with their only son and daughter,

wanted the day to be a special one to last forever in

their memories.

The three of them were all pondering my words,

searching their minds for some place in time to work

from, to or fro.

As they pondered, I added,

"Unless you want us to just elope and call you from

the Justice of the Peace office to tell you we were

married."

My mothers face turned ashen as I said it. My Dad

rolled his eyes.

"For Gods sake, I was kidding." I assured them. "You

have a look on your face like I was serious."

"Although," Bill added, "If we decide to buy that

house in Baltimore, my Dad has said that maybe we

should get married, legally, at a JP, and just not

tell anyone."

"I wouldn't like that," my Dad kicked in, "But he may

have a point." I would suggest if you do that, don't

tell ANYONE."

"You would tell us, right?" my mom asked, all worried.

"Silvie, you would be happier not knowing, I'm sure.

How do we know they aren't jp married, right now?" My

Dad said to make a point to her.

"Well Carl, I'm sure they would have told us," my mom

said and then looked at me imploring, "Wouldn't you?"

"That's my point." My Dad said. "We don't know and

would be better off not. If a legal situation makes it

to their advantage to get a legal marriage, they might

be better off. Nothing would change, that would

concern us."

"Well Carl, now you've given me something else to

worry about," my mom said.

Bill stepped in. "I can ease your mind. We are not

married in any way right now. If we did do it for any

reason, I am sure you guys and my parents would know.

Don't fret it. It was just something my Dad suggested

to make things better financially. Let's worry about

it when we have to."

"Actually, we plan on taking a trip overseas, possibly

to visit some of Carree's Dads relatives in Poland. We

have wanted to go for a long time and one of his

brothers is planning an excursion. That expense and a

wedding would be hard to handle in the same year." mom

said.

"Well, that's exactly the reason why I wanted to bring

this up," Bill said. "We call rule OUT times that are

bad for each family."

"OK, Bill," Dad said. "I'll look into things with my

brothers excursion plans, as well as things at work.

They are planning a move to a bigger complex, and that

will eat up tons of my time as well. Way to look ahead

on this. We have to get together with Doris and Willie

and see what works for them."

My mother had that worried "Mom" look on her face. I

knew she had something to say.

"In this 2 year window you are working with, what

would be the soonest, you might look at?"

"Geez, mom Kasc, that's a good one." Bill said. "What

do you think Care, 4 months after graduation?"

"If push came to shove," I began, "We could pull it

off that soon, but I would hope for a year. When I

daydreamed in high school, I always thought of August

or September after we graduated from College, but with

jobs and a house in place, the tail is wagging the dog

already."

Bill pushed himself off the front of his chair to get

closer to the fire. As he sat in front of chair he

drew up his knees and I saw the outline of his crotch.

I blushed as he caught me looking, as he smirked.

"I tell you what," Bill said. I planted the seeds, but

let's not stress anymore over it tonight. Let's just

enjoy the fire and each others company."

"Good idea!" Dad said. "Silvie, how about we refill

the hot cocoa and get seconds on pie."

We each held up our cups, game for Dads suggestion.

Mom took her tray and piled the empty plates and cups

on, saying she would be back with refills. My Dad got

up to help her.

I slid off my spot on the sofa and sidled up to Bill.

I looked around to be sure mom and Dad had left the

room. I brought my hand right onto Bills crotch.

"Aren't you the sexy one, with the tight pants

tonight?" I said. "I want seconds, but not of pie."

"These pants aren't tight at all, they just snugged up

when I slid down." Bill defended. "You just have a

dirty mind." He couldn't hide his smile.

"Well, I haven't eaten what I like to eat for over 2

weeks, so be sure there's plenty for me." I whispered

as my Dad led my mom into the room with a tray of

cocoa and a tray of pie selections.

"Here we are," my Dad said. "I wouldn't want to send

you two away without making sure you tried some more

pie. Carree made the apple, Bill, so you know you'll

always eat good."

I raised an eyebrow to Bill as my Dad made his

innocent comment to him. I was just licking my cocoa

spoon as he heard the comment. I think I saw a bead of

sweat rise up on his forehead.

We all sat and quietly reflected watching the flames

dance at the end of a busy Holiday. Bill and I

anticipated being with each other by this time and

were waiting for the right moment to say our goodbyes.

Maybe my mom wanted some alone time with Dad in front

of the fireplace, because she was the one who broke

the ice.

"Well Carree, do you have a bag packed with things for

the next few days? I guess it doesn't matter much,

it's not like you're going to be far. Your Dad has to

work tomorrow, so anytime you show up for breakfast,

I'll make it for you. You aren't planning on doing any

Black Friday shopping are you?"

"I don't think so, Mom," I said. "When we get up,

showered and dressed we will be over. I don't think it

will be too late. Then, I'll drop Bill back so he can

finish something for his journalism class. Then I'm

coming back here to study myself. Meg Parker is going

to come over in the afternoon and help me perm my

hair. She has something she says I HAVE to try. I'm

getting it cut for Christmas, so if I hate it, I only

have to live with it for a few weeks. Then, I'll get

Bill and we'll be here for dinner, if you don't mind.

Well, as long as its leftovers!" I presumed.

"Yes, it will be leftovers, and you know this is

always your house to come and go as you please, as

well as eat. We firmly believe in that old "not losing

a daughter, but gaining a son" saying. We love you

both being here." mom said.

As she finished, Bill was helping me up and we got

coats and I picked up an overnight bag I had to get me

through the next couple nights. We were staying in

Bills study over the garage, but we had the run of the

Wilson's house, so we could shower and eat and all. We

could have even stayed in Bills own room, but he felt

funny there with me. I guess I understood that.

We both kissed my mom and told her we would see her

for breakfast. We told my Dad how sorry we were that

he had to work tomorrow, and then I hugged and kissed

him and Bill gave him a hug and a handshake.

As many times as we had been together, alone, I still

had wet pants anticipating it all over again as we

bound off the porch of my house to get to Bills car.

On the short trip up the road to the Wilson house I

sat with one leg crooked on the seat. I put my hand

right over my pussy and cupped it, catching Bills eye

immediately.

"I hope you still want more dessert, because I have a

piece of pie just aching to be eaten, devoured, even."

I said as sexy as I could.

"Geez Care, You're going to make me drive off the

road. Don't worry I'm still very, very hungry." Bill

said with a smile.

"I guess just sitting in the house with you there got

me all worked up. I've been looking forward to this

for two weeks. I just love sleeping together.

Do you think Baltimore will be as much a dream as it

was last year? I'll miss the simplicity of the

apartment, but a house, one that might be ours, how

cool is that?" I bubbled.

"I'll have to admit that about half the way down from

Vermont I started to think about you. Seeing you naked

in my bed, and how much I wanted you passed through my

mind. Damn, the blue devil is back at school too. I'm

kind of getting that itch to do the nasty." Bill said

with a wink to me.

"Never mind the nasty this weekend. The Back Bay train

station has been shut down for a couple days. I had

such heartburn on Monday I took a couple of those

Pepsid tablets to kill the burn and it shut down the

system. I haven't went since . . . " I was saying

before Bill stopped me.

"Whoa, more information than I need at this time. Lets

discuss bowel habits another time. OK?" Bill said, a

little disgusted.

"Well, Billy boy I was going to tell you anyway, in

case you had a wandering tongue tonight." I said, a

little embarrassed.

"OK, I guess you're right. Too bad, you know how much

I love your butt." He said with a smile.

We just got to his driveway as I reached out and

touched his hand that he had rested on my splayed

knee.

"Don't worry," I said, "Something tells me we might

have fun tonight," adding a giggle.

Bill took his suitcase from the car and opened the

side door on the garage. I felt a little blast of heat

as soon as he did.

"You were here, already, weren't you? You're so sweet,

you got a fire going." I said.

Bill just smiled and turned on the light and said he

would be right back as he ran to the main house. He

was going to turn on the heat there so we could shower

tonight, before retiring.

I went up the stairs and found the room to be warm and

I noticed a distinctive sweet smell. Flowers!! There

were two nice bouquets in vases, one on the computer

table and another beside the sofa/lounger (that Bill

called the slouch couch).

I had just set my overnight bag down and was fishing

for my gown when Bill came up.

"The flowers are a nice touch, Bill, how sweet of

you!" I said.

"Flowers?" he said looking around. "Wow, they are

nice. My mom must have put them out. How do you

figure? I had the feeling they weren't really too hot

for us staying here these few days, and she does this.

Oh, well, lets go with the flow."

I clutched my gown to myself and sat on the couch. I

was tired from the long day of food and anticipation.

I sighed heavily and asked if he were going to shower

with me, or if he would meet me there after stoking up

the fire.

"You know, if you're tired, we can skip showers

tonight and just crash in each others arms. I'm pretty

tired myself. Besides, I showered this morning and I'm

pretty fresh, and I'm sure you did too right?" Bill

asked.

"Showering tonight means not getting to bed for

another 45 minutes or an hour. I want you now, baby.

How dirty can we be? We can freshen up here in the

bathroom." I said agreeing with Bill.

Relieved that I didn't have to run from the house to

the garage in the cold after showering, I took my gown

to the little bathroom in the study. There was just a

toilet and a sink, but mom Wilson had left a pile of

towels there for us so we were set.

I stripped off all my clothes and before slipping into

my gown I washed myself, giving myself a little tingle

doing so. I've never had any reluctance to taste Bill

when he wasn't just fresh from a shower, nor he with

me. I suppose if we had worked all day or been

running, it might make a difference. But after rinsing

a little, all that remained was our own musk, that we

keenly craved.

When I came out of the little room Bill was there,

waiting to get in himself. We kissed and I told him I

would meet him on the couch.

When Bill came out he was wearing just silk boxers

that I had bought for him on Valentines Day. The room

was warm enough, he didn't need a shirt, and he looked

delicious.

Bill came over and adjusted the "slouch of the couch"

to its lowest position. It still wasn't flat, but it

was not bad for sleeping. It wasn't quite as wide as a

double bed, but we slept close, so it worked.

A sheet, a quilt and a comforter assured us that we

would be warm, not to mention a considerable amount of

body heat we planned to share. I laid myself in Bills

arms and we hugged and luxuriated under the covers.

Alone at last, the moment we waited for.

After a long hug, running our hands over each other

Bill kissed me and we were soon necking like 2 kids in

the back seat of an old Ford. Say what you want for

sex and all the joy it brings, being attached at the

mouth to Bill was so romantic, so fulfilling, so

sweet, it truly made my whole body tingle, this

communication so simple.

After a good 10 minutes of kissing, sucking and biting

at each others lips, necks and tongues, Bill had

worked his way on top of me.



"I want to taste you and feel you engorge and cum

under my tongue. I want to make you happy and show you

how much I love you. You know I love you forever

Carree," he said as his eyes burned into mine in the

winter moonlight through the skylight.

He kissed me full on the lips again and rose up a bit

to kiss my forehead. He trailed down my neck to the

ties at the top of my robe. With his teeth he undid

their simple knot and parted my top. With his hands at

either side of me to hold himself in a cat like

position, he licked and sucked at my breasts, holding

their nipple in his teeth as he pulled his mouth up,

letting the nipple bud slip from his grip as the pain

of his toothed pinch reached its nadir.

With my own hands I squeezed my breast to satisfy that

yearn and to feed them to him again.

When I could no longer stand the pain of his bites I

covered the nipples between my fingers and felt his

tongue trail to my navel. He ate at that for just a

moment and sat back onto his knees.

No ties were left to be undone. The rest of my robe

hung from my hips, but he slid it up, just past my

navel.

My vagina, smooth and fresh, was his. He chose to kiss

and lick every molecule of my sensitive skin until all

that was untouched below my waist was the puffy

engorged outer flesh of my slit. He tried to fill his

mouth with the whole of it but he was denied. I was

swollen in anticipation. He quickly sought to worm his

tongue to open my pussy and expose my lips. As soon as

its treasure was exposed, he flattened his tongue to

my clitoris and I shuddered.

Bill's tongue danced on my clit until it seemed like

it was reaching out to him. He still was using both

hands to hold his body over mine, so his tongue was

all he had to draw me out and my clit felt like the

size of my thumb. It didn't take me long to start to

cum and I let him know it with my coo's, grunts and

cheering. Just about all of Bill that was touching we

was his tongue tip, usually he had fingers in me or

was fondling my breasts, but tonight he knelt between

my spread legs, his arms holding him up at my side. He

reminded me how much I just loved to be eaten.

Once my second orgasm came, the rest were just one

blur. I almost used my fingers to try and intensify

the electricity by pushing my clit to his tongue, but

I was just riding the wave. I was a little lost in my

own world of pleasure when I realized I wasn't

breathing, I was holding my breath and my clit was

like an exposed nerve. It was like I came in the door

from the cold.

"UghhhhhOhhh!" I forced out of my lungs as I pushed

Bills face away. "No more, No more, I'm going to

explode," I said.

Bill tried to get his face back in there, but I had

protectively sealed off my pussy with my hand and

moved into a semi fetal position.

Bill scooped me into his arms like a rag doll and sat

back on his knees holding me. My eyes caught his as he

smiled and pivoted a little and fell back onto the

sofa with me in tow, now on top of him.

He loosened his grip and I stretched out over him.

"How did you do that, Tarzan?" I said as I ground my

butt into his groin and rolled off him. "You handled

me like an animal," I said as I roared like a lion.

"I thought you were going to hold me down and fuck me,

sodomize me, like a beast. I thought I was going to

have to fight you off." I said half kidding, half

serious, remembering his hard cock touching my ass as

he held me in his arms.

No," Bill responded, "I just wanted to feel your body

against me. I wanted to play off your orgasm, you were

electric."

"Oh, don't worry," I warned him, "You'll have your own

orgasm." I said as I wrapped my hand around the base

of his package of manhood. "I wish you could fuck me

tonight, spontaneously like that. Just shove it in and

drive me nuts. But, someday it will happen, and it's

getting closer too, baby." I said as I covered his

face with kisses.

I wanted to slowly work my mouth down to his cock, but

I had it and part of his ball sack in my hand already

and I couldn't wait. With one hand around the base of

his cock and the other cradling his balls I knelt

beside him and took the bulb of his cock in my mouth.

Oh, the smooth velvet surface under my tongue! That

musky man of mine taste! I loved his cock.

I gently worked his balls in my hand and stroked him

slightly with my other. Meanwhile I was loose lipped

around his cock head, up and down, up and down.

I know how to drive my man crazy.

Bill was whipped right up to the edge of cumming

already.

"Ha haa haaa, Oh my God Carree, that's wild." He said

as he reached down and took his cock in his hand.



I sat up and looked at him, quizzing his move with my

eyes.

"Get between my legs and suck the cum out of me

Carree. Let me watch you milk it and drink it. You're

so beautiful when you do that. Ahh, do it now, suck it

off." He implored me.

I scooted down and brought his leg over my head and

knelt right between his legs.

"I'll do that Bill. I want that cum. I want all your

love juice." I said as I took him in my mouth, with no

hands, and milked him with my sucking lips and cheeks.

God, I wanted it, to taste a hot spurt from him to me.

I had barely got into a rhythm when he began to leap

at my mouth and I could taste some salty pre-cum. I

didn't want him to go this fast, but he was ready to

cum. When I felt he was right on the brink, I wrapped

my hand around it and jerked it hard.

His first blast of watery cum hit the top of my mouth

and I began swallowing. I was milking and swallowing,

one spurt, then another. He shuddered and then another

blast leapt to the back of my throat and then he

melted back into the couch. I would milk and swallow

until he had me stop, and it didn't take long to reach

his breaking point.

When he pushed me away I removed my mouth, but kept

his cock in my hand, massaging it between my thumb and

forefingers. I wanted to hug it to my cheek and fall

asleep with it, but he was calling me.

"Come here baby, come here lover. Give me those lips

and lets taste each other," he said as I crawled up

and mashed my mouth to his.

We kissed and held each other as we caught our

breaths. The next thing I knew, the morning sun just

peeked through the east-facing front window of the

loft/study over the Wilson's garage.

I wasn't sure if it was 6, 7, or 8 o'clock. I just

knew I really, really had to pee. I also knew the fire

had went out and outside of the quilt and comforter it

was cold, and the seat on that toilet was going to be

like ice.

I turned a little to see Bill and he was just opening

his eyes.

"Holy crap, Care. We passed out!" Bill said as he

realized we were still nude under the covers.

"A fire Bill, build a fire. Warm! Please!" I pleaded.

He obeyed well as he rolled out from under the covers

and I watched his cute ass run to the stove and open

it.

"Hot dog!" Bill said, there's still some embers," as

he put some smaller pieces in and followed them with

one larger piece of log.

"That should get things started, until I piss," he

said as his cute ass disappeared into the little

bathroom. He came out a minute later and I asked him

if he warmed the seat for me.

"The electric heat is always on, at like 55 degrees,

to keep the pipes from freezing, but I closed the

bathroom door last night, so it's warm in there." He

said.

Hearing that I jumped out of the covers and ran to the

toilet holding my arms across my breasts to combat the

cool air of the room.

Once I got in the warm bathroom and sat I hollered out

to Bill. "I'm staying here until you tell me the heats

up in there."

"I guess I'll just have to jerk off by myself then,"

he hollered back.

Hearing that I jumped up and wiped myself and ran back

to the bed.

"That's my cock and you leave it alone." I said

giggling as I jumped back onto the warm sofa.

I reached down between his legs and he was raising a

pole.

"Did I do that?" I asked.

"Yeah, you did. When I got back in the couch after

peeing I hit your warm spot and I could smell you.

Bingo! Hard-on! We ARE like animals," he said smiling.

I was about to tell him I would finish off for him, if

he wanted to start it, when I felt a familiar feeling.

"Shit!" I shouted. "Literally! I haven't crapped in 2

days and all of a sudden NOW it decides to come

calling. I can't wait." I said as I ran back across

the cold room.

As I just made it to the john I heard Bill say to no

one. "Man, could I ask for a sexier babe, or what?"

If he knew what my getting my bowels back to normal

might mean to our sex life tonight, he may not have

been joking around. I wanted to feel him inside me. We

hadn't been that cozy in months, and being together,

sleeping together for 2 more nights made me want to

get close. . . real close.

By the time I finished in the bathroom Bill had gotten

up and had our things together to trek to the house

for showers. Ten minutes ago I was ready to eat up his

sex juices, but nature calling had kind of ruined the

moment. I was pretty sure we could make up for any

lost moments.

I put on shoes and yesterdays clothes and ran through

the brisk November air with Bill to the house. I hated

wearing dirty clothes, but it was just until showers.

Bill turned up the heat and made a pot of coffee while

I sat and shivered in the kitchen. Once he made the

rounds of the house to be sure all was fine he came

out to me.

"Do you want to shower first, or do you want to have

your coffee?" he asked.

I stuck out my lower lip to pout.

"You mean we aren't showering together?" I wondered.

"It's just a regular tub Care, not a lot of room." He

warned.

"Then we can hold each other closer. Don't you want to

hold me under the hot water, . . . . and soap me up?"

I said with a wink.

"You sure you want to get naughty in my parents

shower?" Bill asked through narrowed eyes.

I stood up and put my arms around Bills neck.

"I really don't think of it as being naughty, as much

as making love to you . . .and I would make love to

you anywhere, OK?" I said seriously. "It isn't where I

am, it's who I'm with, and you're the only one I care

to be with."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I just can't get over

doing it here in their house."

I slid my hand down the front of his sweatpants and

held his cock in my hand.

"I bet if I put your cock in my mouth in that shower,

you would do just fine." I said in a low whisper.

Bill rolled his eyes and said "Ohhh Yeeahh, I'm sure!"

We made our way into the shower together and washed

each other thoroughly. To scrub, rub and touch each

other's bodies under hot water has such an erotic

sensation to it. At one time I had a problem with Bill

washing certain personal places on me, but after all

of the sexual situations we had shared, our bodies

held no secrets.

That morning, with soapy fingers simultaneously at my

butt and vagina, I came to a loud, exhausting orgasm,

ending with my holding onto Bill around his neck to

regain my composure. He never ceased to amaze me with

the height's he could bring me too.

We barely finished rinsing when the water began to

cool and we had to cut our shower time off. I was

disappointed I had not gotten a chance to reciprocate

my love to Bill. Making love to his penis under a hot

water spray had a distinct erotic quality to it.

As we dried each other off the smell of hot coffee

from the kitchen made us hurry to taste the morning

brew. We took our cups and went into the Wilson living

room, with Bill fetching the morning paper from the

front stoop. While Bill sat in an easy chair taking in

the news, I spread the black Friday ads and flyers in

the floor to see if there were any sales I couldn't

pass up. At one point I looked up and saw our

reflections in the dark tv screen. Bill consumed in

his news, with me at his feet next to him, reading

quietly, sharing a peaceful moment separately, but

together, with our coffee. This was how our life

together would be. I smiled inward to myself, happy

that life had been so kind to our spirit.

I turned to share my reflection with Bill and I saw he

had stopped reading his paper, looking at me and

perhaps sharing the same thought. I knelt up and

turned to him seeking his lips for a kiss to seal our

shared thought. He smiled and touched my hand as our

lips met. The vibration told me we had shared the same

thought.

I smiled as I went to go back to my ads and flyers.

Turning, my eyes passed the opening in his robe. The

treasure that eluded me in the shower was peeking up

and out. While Bill seemed to turn his mind back to

his newspaper, I suddenly had other thoughts.

I spun a little and knelt up again, taking his penis

in my hand and mouth in one movement. Stunned but not

shocked, Bill lifted his paper and looked down at me

adoringly. Our eyes met and then I closed mine as I

moved more between his legs and gave my attention to

my purpose at hand.

Bill stroked my hair exulting aloud of how good it

felt, how much he loved me, and how these moments

would be many in our life's after we were married. I

drank in his words as I reveled in the great feeling

it was to have his penis in my mouth, where I could

feel his heart beat and savor a feel and taste that

was him and him alone.

"Ooo, I'm gonna cum, Do you want my cum, Carree?" Bill

said, short of breath, suddenly getting close to

orgasm.

"Ummm hmmm," was all I could answer as I sank my mouth

deeper over his prong, as if I had time to refuse it,

if I wanted to.

Quick jets of his juice hit the top of my mouth as I

swallowed and teased the underside of his penis head,

trying to coax all he had from his balls. He was salty

but sweeter than normal this morning as I continued to

milk him to get the final drops he had for me. He was

throwing his head back in jerks hoping I would release

his sensitive dick. Finally I took hold of it in my

hand and held it out in front of my face.

"Anymore?" I asked. "Lover, anymore?" I asked with a

smile for him.

Still unable to speak, he just shook his head.

I pulled his robe over his cock and patted him on the

thigh.

"Come on, baby. Lets get dressed and let my mom make

us a big breakfast. We earned it today. Despite my

appetizer, I'm still hungry." I said.



Then reaching into his robe to grab him one more time

I teased, "Unless, you have more for me."

With that he jumped up and offered a hand to help me

up.

"No, I couldn't take any more right now. Wow, you are

amazing Carree. We sure know how to love each other,"

Bill said.

"We do, I replied. "Maybe we can do something extra

special tonight." I said sliding his hand down to my

butt.

I put my arm around him to walk out to the garage

study together. We walked through the cool morning air

back to get dressed and head to my house for

breakfast.

My mom fixed us a huge breakfast, despite the fact we

ate so much on Thanksgiving. She asked if I could drop

her off at the Mall and pick her up if she needed a

ride later. With all she had done for us, it was hard

to refuse.

Before I dropped Bill back to his study he went with

me to drop off mom and on the way back he asked me to

stop at the Super Drug to get HBA supplies for going

back to school.

He grabbed a hand basket and went off while I looked

for a few things myself. He found me with his basket

full of shampoo, pre-shave, razors, mouthwash etc.

"I borrowed lots of stuff from my room mate the last 2

days at school until I could get to a drug store. You

can see I was out of most everything." Bill said.



"Can I add a few things to your basket?" I asked as I

put 2 Fleet enemas and a tube of KY jelly lube in with

his load.

"I'm not making any promises, Bill, but I think my

other problem cleared out this morning. We don't have

the devil though, (my "little blue devil" anal

plug/dilator) so you know sometimes things don't

work." I said. Then grabbing his arm and pulling him

close I whispered, "Since we're alone I want to be

special tonight, up inside me. If it doesn't work out,

I'm sure we'll have a good time."

Bill knew what I was referring to. A couple times in

the past we had anal sex without using the devil. I

experienced a little more than the usual pain but it

quickly went away and we got away without really doing

all the right prep to insure a good experience.

However, we hadn't packed the devil a couple other

times and we tried it, but had to stop because I

experienced too much discomfort. Bill hates it when it

hurts me. Maybe without the devil, but with the enemas

we can pull it off.

That was why I was always in control with anal

intercourse. If it wasn't working, if I couldn't open

up, I stopped it and he never complained. Although I

always experience some very minor pain, if Bill knew

of that, he would probably have stopped. It, as well

as oral sex, is the closest inter personal one on one,

give and take, sex experience you can have.

Bill went to the counter and paid for everything. I

brought him out to his parent's house, we kissed and I

agreed to leave him to his work and would see him in

the afternoon.

When I got back to my house it was quiet and great for

studying. I had the rest of the morning and early

afternoon until Meg came over to perm my hair for me.

It was amazing how well I studied and how well my

concentration was. I kept thinking that it was like

Baltimore last summer where I could work all day with

no stress, knowing my Bill would be there for me at

the end of the day. Although I would have much rather

spent the day with him, shopping, visiting friends, or

going to movie, we were on the downward slope of

college and wanting to finish with a flourish was

important to me.

I was always sort of disappointed that most of our

alone time was spent having sex, because we were so

much more than that. But, it seemed our time away was

spent missing each other, so what do you do to cure

that?

As we had proved to each other in Baltimore, when we

had so much time together, we made a great couple and

were each other's best friends, as well as good

bedmates.

I heard Meg's car come up our drive and I was glad to

put down my book and stow my notes. I was getting to

the blur point on the chapter I was reviewing. I

looked to the door to motion her in and I felt like I

was looking at a picture of me. I usually had my

blonde hair cut into a short Meg Ryan type of shaggy

look, and she had the long dirtier blond flowing

tresses. Meg had lightened her hair and cut it much

like I normally do. I on the other hand had let mine

grow out, (Bill liked it like that - I hated it) and

right away I knew what she wanted to do.

"Meg, you rat, you stole my hair." I kidded her as we

hugged.

"Your mom told me that you let your hair grow out.

When she told me you were going to keep it until

Christmas, I knew what I had to do. I'm going to give

you a Meg Parker special, and show you how to do it."

She said laughing.

"Oh, Meg. I HATE it, but Billy loves it like this so I

gave him till Christmas before I cut it." I said

making a face. "I like the low maintenance, like

yours."

"Oh, God. Jimmy hates my hair like this, but I hadn't

cut it more than a couple inches in 12 or 15 years. I

like it long, but I just wanted new hair. I lightened

it so I would know when all new hair had grown in. I

know I'm silly." Meg said. "Carree with your

cheekbones and chin, if you do it like mine was,

you'll look just like Michelle Pfeiffer."

"No, I'll look like you. How can you stand this? I

must spend an hour a day drying and combing and

styling." I said, wishing I had her low maintenance

coif.

"Hey, we do it for our guys. Jimmy loves when my hair

is long. He does all that kinky stuff with it. You

Know!" Meg said.

"No", I said laughing. "I don't know."

"Carree, don't pull that innocent stuff with me. You

guys lived together all last summer. Don't tell me

that you've never gotten some of his stuff in your

hair, and he doesn't like to rub his thing through

it." Meg said, a little exasperated with me.

"Thing?" I said. "Meg, Bill hasn't got a THING." I

deadpanned.

Although Meg and I have been best friends, we never

got into the nitty gritty details of our sex lives

once we really committed to our partners. We intimated

some things, but never came out and said them. I think

she wanted to talk about some of those things, beyond

the giggly stuff we talked about at slumber parties

and like that. One slumber party we played a truth or

dare type of game where she gave us details of her

first sex with Jimmy. But, that was a young girl

trying to act grown up. I guess maybe now was the time

to open that door. As we got more and more committed

in our relationships, having that trusted third ear

was going to make a difference if a problem came up.

Megan was the sister I never had. Meg's own sisters

were moved out of the house by the time she needed

them there to ask all the boy questions. She sought

out their advice a lot, but there was never the spur

of the moment one on one between sisters like she and

I had. I opened up some doors to Meg, but I always

kept a foggy shroud around the real details.

Meg looked at me stunned for a second. "No "thing",

huh?" she laughed.

"No Meg, Bill has a cock, a dick, a prick, a penis.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to pull an innocent act with

you. It's just some things I consider way too private,

but I suppose if I can't talk to you, who do I talk

to?" I said, and then paused waiting for a reaction.

She exhaled, as if some great barrier had just fallen

at her feet. Still, she said nothing.

"So," I began. "You want to compare notes, huh?"

Meg smiled real big and then hugged me.

"Oh, I do Carree, and not to be nosey. It's just you

don't know what to think sometimes, and . . . "

"I know," I interrupted. " I have the same questions

myself. I can't even really open up with my roommates,

Henny and Maria, and I've lived with them for 4 years

now. If you don't think THAT'S personal, you know

every little bodily function; there are no private

moments. Last summer Maria was brutally attacked and

raped and she told us every little sordid embarrassing

detail. I couldn't do that if it were me, unless I was

talking to you."

Meg scanned her eyes around the room as if she were

looking for some other person who might be listening.

"Umm, Bill doesn't like to play with your long hair or

anything when you're . . .you're giving . . . Oh, God

maybe I can't do this!" Meg started to back off.

"MEG," I said, "do you mean when I'm doing him in my

mouth? sucking him? C'mon, you were the one who wanted

to talk." I said, slightly peeved.

'I'm sorry, Care. I guess I had to get that first

question out of the way. But, that's what I meant. If

you're giving him head, isn't there some kink all guys

have with long hair. Isn't it WHY they like long

hair?" Meg said.

"I can't speak for all guys Meg, I have only known

Bill, and no he doesn't have any kinks like wanting to

wrap my hair around it. I usually have him so crazy he

can't think or do anything anyway. Just so you don't

have to beat around the bush, I don't get any in my

hair either. It all goes right here." I said rubbing

my tummy.

Meg's eyes bugged out of her head, "You're kidding!

You swallow! How can you stand the taste? Ewww, I get

sick!" She said making a face.

"Megan, it's Bill! It's the juice from his very core.

It's the seed that will someday make our family. It

has little taste, salty and sweet, and if you are

sucking him while he cums, his orgasm is that much

more intense. It drives him so crazy, that I LOVE

doing it. Do you still want to compare notes, Meg?"

"I'm sorry Carree, I just didn't think that you would

do that. It seems so disgusting." Meg said continuing

to make a face.

"Disgusting? I make love to the man that I love with

my mouth. It is so personal. We are so close. I can

feel his heart beat through his penis. He sweet-talks

and exalts me while I do it telling me how much he

loves me and how much pleasure I am giving him. So,

when he reaches the culmination of my act of love, I'm

supposed to be disgusted by it? It's one of the most

wonderful; most personal things 2 people can share." I

explained.

"This is a blowjob we are talking about, Carree." Meg

said, still disgusted.

"Megan, you are I are going to have a problem here. I

don't give blowjobs. I make love to the most wonderful

man in the world, and some times I do it with my

mouth. Just like sometimes he makes love to me with

his mouth. We are filled with love and passion for

each other. Don't ever tell me that I am anything less

than a devoted lover to my partner for the rest of my

life. If Bill was here to even hear you even say the

word, "blowjob", he would jump all over you.

We make love to each other to express our love and

provide satisfaction and personal joy over our love."

I said defending myself.

"Meg," I added, "Maybe we shouldn't talk about sex.

Obviously it is something we have strong feelings

about. OK?"

"Yeah, I guess so. You kind of shocked me there. Let

me do your hair, and I'll give you those long crinkly

tresses that Bill will find very sexy." Meg said.

I agreed and Meg went to work on my hair. She wanted

to do the doo all herself. An hour later we were

sitting with my hair rolled with all kinds of little

sponges and clips, all new to me. I never fussed that

much. When I grew it out, natural bob and curl made it

look nice, at least to me, and of course to Bill.

Meg had come prepared with a hard bonnet hair dryer

and all. While I sat under the heat I wondered what I

had gotten myself into. The dryer was fairly quiet and

we chatted while my hair dried.

"Did you have sex every night when you lived together,

Care?" Meg asked.

"Umm, most every night Meg. Lying together and falling

asleep in each other arms is pretty intense. When the

stress of work would get the best of us, we would

shelter ourselves in each other's arms. Sometimes we

would fight if we directed the stress the wrong way,

so making love was usually the better way." I

answered.

"Jimmy wants me to move in with him, Care. In a lot of

ways I really want to, but he says we should start

having real sex again if we do." Meg confessed.



"Real sex, huh?" I said. "Just what is that?"

Meg welled up a bit. "You know, Care, real

intercourse, fucking! We do it every once in a while

now, but it makes me worry until I get my period. It's

not that I don't like it, I do. But, when we do it now

it's like he makes me feel guilty, like our staying

away from it is his punishment."

"Punishment? Punishment for what?" I asked her.

"I don't know. It's like he's needy and only I hold

the key. We have a lot of other sex, but he says none

of it is as real as good screwing." Meg said acting a

little confused.



"Meg, if you want to talk now, you'll have to be frank

and straight forward, OK? Just what does "lots of

other sex" mean?" I asked.

Meg blushed and then looked away and started speaking.

"I give him blowjobs, and jerk him off, let him fuck

my mouth, my breasts. I can't believe I'm telling you

this." Meg said, her voice wavering.

"Meg, what does he do for you?" I asked.

"He likes to watch me masturbate and sometimes he

plays with me, or licks me there. I really don't care

for much, he makes me feel so guilty." She said with a

tear.

"Megan, what are you talking about? Guilty?" I ask,

almost horrified at what I heard.

"Carree, I really love Jimmy, we have so much fun

together, but when we get alone and we start to get

romantic, it gets to a point where he says, "Well,

since you won't fuck me, what can you do for me? I

have given in and let him make love to me, and it's

wonderful. But, like I said, the worry until I have my

period is agonizing." She said red eyed.

"Megan, he is abusing you! How can you put up with

that crap. You've let it get out of hand. Sex without

vaginal intercourse can be a full complete sex life

for the both of you. Bill and I wear each other out,

and he's never been inside my pussy, umm. . .sorry if

that word offends you. Jesus God, I feel like going

down and beating his ass myself, treating you that

way. His dick isn't the most important thing in your

relationship!!" I railed at her.

Megan was full-fledged crying now. I pushed the hair

dryer away and held her head to my shoulder.

"WHAT ELSE CAN I DO, Carree! My sisters both got

pregnant on the pill, and my mom warned me that, while

they wanted children, all 3 of us were unplanned at

the time. I'm petrified of getting pregnant and I

don't want to lose Jimmy!" Meg blubbered.

"Well, I would love to tell you something nice Meg,

but I think you're going down the road to an abusive

relationship, and your self esteem in on the line as

well." I opined.

Meg sat up and looked at me, tears in her eyes.

"I think it's already going that way. How do I stop it

and still keep Jimmy. He is so good in so many ways.

He's just being an asshole about sex. What do I do

Carree?"

"First of all Meg you have to get control of yourself

and stand up to Jimmy. If it is your firm decision NOT

to have sex where you could get pregnant, that's it.

That's final. If he talks you into it, it's rape. If

that's the case, he does not respect you, pure and

simple. Secondly, when the two of you get intimate, it

is about BOTH of you. He should try as hard as you to

make you happy. Thirdly, set your bounds so he knows

how far it will go. Lastly, Meg, if he insists going

beyond those bounds, you have to get up and leave. I

know this all sounds easy, but you HAVE to sit down

and talk with him and let him know that your

relationship depends on this. You have to be strong

enough to swing the hammer at this level. If he thinks

for a minute you might give in, he won't budge." I

lectured.

"Do you know how hard this will be? He's bound to just

bolt from me, or try to manhandle me to get his way."

Meg said.

"Then he's not worth keeping. Remember back in high

school, I stood him down with words and he almost

cried in my face when he thought he might have hurt

you. I would tell him that you are sick of being used

and, more or less, raped. If he wants to see you again

he can call you for a date. Start over again. Tell him

how defeated you feel when you give into him. Wouldn't

he like you to make love back to him, rather than be a

sperm receptacle? Tell him he hasn't made you feel

like a woman in a long time, and you're sick of

hearing your girlfriends brag about their men.

But, I also think you will have to show him how you

can completely love him, bring him the most pleasure.

If you act like his orgasm is poison, why would he

want to have it with you that way?"

"I can't DO that, Care. It grosses me out." Meg cried.

"Well, at least take it and then spit it out. If you

love him, that's part of him. Sometime I don't want

Bills, and I get rid of it. Do it in the shower the

first time, he might not even notice it." I suggested.

"Ewww, shower together? I don't want him to see me

washing everywhere, or do I want to see him do that."

Meg said.

I was incredulous.

"Meg, washing and touching EVERY part of each others

body is making love all by itself. What in hell is

wrong with you? I don't like this comparing notes

thing too much, but I can tell you that Bills tongue

on my ass, and I mean my butt hole, is one of those

things that sends me right over the line. Since I know

how good it feels, I do it to him too. Open up and

start behaving like a woman, a passionate complete

woman. If we were 18 years old, it would be one thing.

But, you and Jimmy have been "getting married"

forever. How in God's name can you marry a man you

don't know, and I mean know the way God put him here.

You have to give your self and your bodies to each

other."

"Carree, do you really think that's true love? I can't

open up like that. I have my morals and standards."

Meg said.

"Megan, if you don't feel that way about Jimmy, maybe

you really aren't in love with him. He clearly uses

you, and you're letting him. I know you may think I am

jaded or something, but you really need to talk to

someone else. Maybe I am all wet, but wet works for

me. Can you talk intimately with Heidi, and I mean

INTIMATELY. Can you discuss what we talked about

today? Call your sisters and tell them you HAVE to

speak with them right away. Don't pull any punches.

Tell them the WHOLE story. If you can't WILLINGLY give

your whole self to the relationship, you are kidding

yourself.

Megan Parker, you are the closest thing I have to a

sister and I love you. I want you to be happy. I don't

want you to be hurt. I pray all of my friends can be

as happy as I am, as Bill and I are. I am heartbroken

to think you aren't."

Megan jumped into my arms and we hugged and cried.

"Carree, I am so sorry for judging you. I was the one

who wanted to talk and get advice. You only told me

what you knew. I will talk to my sisters, hopefully

tonight. I haven't talked to Heidi in a while; maybe

this is an excuse to. She will be straight up with

me." Meg apologized. "Sit down, let me finish your

hair and I'll be on my way. Forgive me for upsetting

you so."

"You just get your head on straight, and your

relationship on track. That's what I want. Megan." I

told her.

Megan finished taking the curlers, sponges, clips and

what-have-you from my perm and combed out my hair. I

had long crinkly tresses with a little bob to it. I

knew Bill would be overjoyed, because I hated it. I

still liked my low maintenance regular doo. But, I did

look like a magazine ad. I could look very comely,

very sexy. Here I was, at a point of crisis with my

best friend, and the thought of how hard Bill would be

just looking at me tonight made me flush.

As Meg packed up her stuff I offered her these parting

words.

"Meg, when two people love each other, they give

themselves totally and completely. No sex act, as long

as you agree upon it, together, is too kinky or too

anything. The more you open yourself to your lover,

comfortably, the more at ease and confidant you will

be with your love. If you cannot be that open, that

confident, you may not be ready to commit. If you

think that washing each others body, or even watching

each other wash is over the line, you may have a

commitment problem, or a confidence problem. Meg, you

are every bit as good looking as any girl out there,

and you know it. There is no reason to stay in a bad

relationship, or even a relationship you want to BE

good, but know is bad. There are lots of guys out

there who would give their right arm to be with you.

You are a smart, good-looking girl with a great

personality. You are going to school and plan to have

your own career. You would be a great catch. Don't

feel like this is the end of your road and you have to

settle. I like Jimmy, a lot, and I think he loves you.

I just think that sometime in the past, and right now,

he has used you. I am not even sure he knows he is

doing it, because I think he loves you and would never

hurt you purposely. But, you can't let him, or any man

dominate you.

Let me tell you something. Bill Wilson is my best

friend, my soul mate. There are things that happen in

life that you cannot tell anyone, not you, not even my

parents. I confidently share those things with Bill.

He is the one who knows every little thing about me,

and I about him. In the course of life, life happens,

Meg. Remember, you have to share the good things, and

then roll with the rest. Some things aren't pleasant,

but are part of life. He's given me enemas. He's

changed my tampon, and wiped my butt when my hands

were bandaged after burning them last year. I've

popped a boil between the cheeks of his butt, found

and removed a tick from just beside his balls. We are

each other. Can you say that about Jimmy, or could you

think it was possible to, if it's not true, why not?

That's how close we are, how much we are each other.

I'm not saying every committed couple is like this,

but could YOU be?"

"Carree, I cannot imagine being that close or

confidant with anyone. I'm trying to find a way to

talk about oral sex with Heidi or my sisters, even

though they probably know or figure I do it. I can't

beat down those walls you have. You and Bill are

special, I guess. Thanks for the pep talk. I will

weigh everything before I decide what to do. You are

my best friend, I tell you things I would never say to

Jimmy. I suppose it shouldn't be that way. I don't

trust him enough, which speaks volumes to me, now.

I'll stay in touch with you and talk before you go

back tomorrow. I can always call you at school if I

miss you." Meg said before hugging and kissing me.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she left my Moms

house, her dryer and perm bottles in tow.

"Thank You," she whispered as the door closed behind

her.

I felt vindicated that I had defended my deep

commitment to my love, and still sad that Meg was

nowhere near in the relationship I thought she was. I

tried to ask myself where she went wrong and came up

with the first time she gave in to Jimmy at his

families camp. She was a confused sophomore who was

dating a senior and I am sure she felt she had to do

it to keep him. If Jimmy had been as sexually

experienced as he professed, it may have been

different still. I was afraid that Meg loved being in

love and may have forced the issue upon herself even

when she had second thoughts early on.

I still had Megan in mind when the phone rang. My mom

needed that ride home from the mall. I only needed to

find something decent to wear to go with my new look.

I didn't want to have Bill see me the first time with

this look in a t-shirt and jeans.

I found a tight pair of slacks and a sexy top that I

could go braless with. If I thought my mom was going

to see how I looked under my long coat I would have

went more conservative, but she wouldn't. I was only

going to drop her off before I went to meet Bill.

My mom piled bags in the back seat and got in the car

at our meeting point. I had just pulled away from the

curb when she noticed my hair.

"My Lord Carree, you look like a model in that hairdo.

You are so pretty when you frame your face like that.

I hope you and Bill aren't planning to go out tonight,

because once he sees you I have a feeling you'll be

staying in.

"Oh, Mother!!" I blushed, but she was probably right.

I dropped my mom off with her packages at home and

before I pulled away she again promised breakfast for

Saturday morning. She said that if we got there by

9:30 or so we could have breakfast with her and my

Dad. Not knowing what the night would bring, I told

her I would call her in the morning.

As I pulled up to the Wilson house I saw Bill getting

the mail from the box on the road. Knowing that my

hair would stop him in his tracks, I slowed and asked

in my best southern accent,

"Hey Darlin' could y'all show me to the Wilson house,

Honey? . . .Please?"

"Holy Shit Carree, where did you get that hair? You're

beautiful. You look like a model in those underwear

store ads. Wow, Megan did this for you. I'll have to

buy her a nice present for Christmas." Bill overflowed

compliments to me.

"Don't get too excited lover boy. This took over an

hour to do and if you think I'm going to maintain this

everyday, you're nuts. Besides," I said tipping my

head to accentuate my sexiest pout, "You'd love me if

I was bald wouldn't you?"

Bill leaned into the car and kissed my cheek and then

pushed back my hair to nip at my ear lobe and then

whisper to me; "I already love you bald, licky licky."

His insinuation made my pussy cream and the rest of me

shudder. He opened the door and pushed me over and

drove us back up to the garage. As soon as he put it

in PARK he turned and planted his lips on mine and

pushed me back onto the seat. After kissing me and

running his tongue over mine he sat up and undid the

button of my coat. He wasn't prepared for what I was

wearing underneath.

"My God Carree I've had a hard-on for the last hour

thinking about making love to you tonight, and you

show up looking like this, I may just cum in my pants.

I know what I want for dinner and it's not on any

menu." He said with a smirk.

"I had a feeling, my mom did too, that we wouldn't be

getting out for dinner tonight once you saw me." I

said giggling, as Bill mashed his mouth to mine and

pushed me back on the seat.

We swapped spit like a couple of teenagers out in

Daddy's car. It felt like high school.

He took his lips from mine and just looked at my face

smiling.

"I can hardly believe I can call you mine, you are so

beautiful. What can I do to make you happy Carree?

Anything. Just name it." Bill said while looking past

my eyes and into a place only lovers see.

I misted up with tears, the power of our love so

strong, so overwhelming, just knowing we had all of

each other to share tonight.

"I want to be naughty with you Bill, that would make

me happy. I want you to make love to me, and me to

you. Eat me, fuck me, and feed me. How's that for a

night between lovers? Lets show each other how happy

we can make us each. I love you so, so much Bill. I

can hardly wait until I can hold you every night." I

whispered to him.

My words caused Bill to run his hands around me and

grip me tightly to him.

"May this moment last forever," he whispered. "To know

I can hold you so warm and tightly to me and that you

are thinking what you are thinking is enough to make a

life complete."

"Let's stop the words, and go inside, Bill. I want

you." I said as I pushed my way to the car door.

"Go into the main house baby, we can shower and then

run up to the studio, OK?" Bill said.

"Anything you want," I said as I made my way to the

Wilson's door.

We just got inside and the phone rang. It was Bills

parents and they were checking on us. They planned on

getting home early on Sunday and they wanted Bill and

I to wait for them before going back to school. As

long as they stayed away for tonight, I didn't care

what they wanted to do.

Once off the phone Bill shucked his coat and turned up

the heat. I decided to turn up the heat a little

myself by taking off my coat to reveal my sexy outfit.

My slacks were tight. I'm pretty sure they weren't

even mine. I think they were Henny's, something mixed

up from the laundry. My top was a sweater type cut of

jersey, that I normally wore braless under a sweater.

Without the sweater, I was a biology book.

With my long hair, now made sexy and crinkly by

Megan's perm, I knew I was playing to Bills fantasy.

He never really liked me to dress for sexcess in

public, but behind closed doors, he was fine with it.

I struck a pose as he walked around the corner into

the dining room-kitchen foyer.

"Wow, Carree, you are some sexy fox. Have I ever told

you how gorgeous you are? My God I . . . " he started

before I took his hand and pulled him to me to

embrace.

"Shhhh," I said. "Don't tell me how sexy I look. Show

me what it does to you."

He pulled me into his arms and slid his right hand

down my back and rested it on the round of my buttock,

while his left went behind my head and held my face to

his while he kissed me. Soon his left hand slid down

to cup the other half of my butt as he pulled his

middle to mine. His kiss deepened as he slid his hands

up to the sides of my breasts and pushed them together

while waving his body side to side against my nipples.

A giggle interrupted our kiss as a side effect of my

braless nipple teasing.

"I wanted to be extra sexy, and just for you tonight.

You know this isn't "me" in these clothes," I said.

"I know, I'm used to admiring Henny's ass in these

slacks. I recognize them by the designer label at the

crease of your cheek," he said as he patted my butt.

"You know these pants from Henny's ass? I hadn't

realized you looked at her that closely." I scolded

him.

"I love butts, and hers is sure cute. She puts it on

display enough, with pants like these. But, no one,

and I mean that truly, through and through, no one has

a butt like yours, baby. It's sheer eye magic." Bill

said.

"I hope you won't be thinking of her butt tonight," I

said as I pulled him close and curled my tongue in his

ear, "While you're fucking mine."

Bill shuddered and pulled me close.

"Don't worry. You will know who I love tonight." He

said.

"Let's do the uglier part of getting ready for each

other, so we can immerse ourselves in our passions,

what do you say?" I said.

"You call the shots, baby." He said as he pulled me

close and rubbed his crotch to mine.

"Bring me to the bathroom and peel me out of these

pants. How's that for a starter?" I asked.

"How do we get from this house to our room across the

way after showers?" Bill asked.

"You're going to make love to me in your room, Bill,

in THIS house. The room where you jacked off thinking

about me, is going to be your fantasy island tonight,"

I whispered.

Bill turned red and then flushed, looking me in the

eye. Then with a waver in his voice he said, "OK, but

be gentle with me."

I shook my head and laughed at him. I was the one who

was going to get a penis pushed up my exit ramp, but I

must admit I was doing it willingly. Feeling him

inside me was just so special, I just hoped there were

no problems tonight.

"How do you want to do it," Bill asked. "Your butt,

you call the shots."

"You are so sweet, your mom and Dad would be proud.

Umm, why don't we do the Fleet bottles first, then

shower and go to bed. To go back and do the poopie

part later would break a mood, although I would love

to have you RIGHT NOW. So lets go in the bathroom and

get started so we can get to the fun part." I said

reluctantly.

"Carree, we don't HAVE to do this. I love it, but, you

make me happy in so many ways, and vice-versa." Bill

said.

"No, Bill, I want this as much as you. I have a need

for feeling you inside of me, and I can't lie, I LOVE

this too. The fuss and the mess are a nuisance, but in

the end, pardon my pun, it doesn't even play in my

decision." I said as I cupped his face in my hands as

lovingly as I could. I brought my face as close to his

as I could without kissing and pressed my nose to his,

whispering, "I want you to fuck me, love. Make love to

me and let me feel you in my very core. If there is a

problem, I'll let you know. I know you don't want to

hurt me, cause me any pain. Now come, get me ready for

your cock."

"God, I love you," Bill said as he picked me up and

carried me to the bathroom.

Once he set me down, he kissed me gently while

beginning to pull my slinky top over my head. Once he

gave up my lips to get it over my head I heard him

catch his breath as he saw and admired my breasts. He

peeled my top off my arms and set it aside, bending

slightly to kiss each of my nipples. I reached and

held each breast for him to suckle. It felt so good to

feel his gentle mouth there. Then he stood back and

fumbled at the catch for my pants. Once solved, he

lowered the zipper and then reached behind me to

unbutton the snug and lower that short zipper. He

pushed down at my hips to push the tight pants from

me. I offered each leg for him to pull them off. I

stood before him in a t-back thong.

"You are so beautiful Carree," he said. "Please don't

get sick of hearing me say that. I can never get

enough of just looking at you."

He hugged and kissed me again, running his hands over

my side and hips, settling on my butt. As we broke the

kiss I could see a mist in his eyes. I knew then, and

whenever this happened, that we understood the depth

and ferocity of our love. We were truly rooted to each

other where tears of disbelief sometimes formed. Being

this much in love hardly seemed possible.

I reached to my hips and pinched the waist string to

my panty and began to lower it, while turning round

and leaning over the counter. Bill knew I was anxious

to get this little ritual over so we could dive into

each other's love.

The first of the Fleet bottles brought more results

than usual and I began to worry that maybe I wasn't as

ready to open this road as I thought. But I was able

to retain the second bottle, some 15 minutes later,

for a long time with little result. It gave me a

confidence that we might have a real positive

experience tonight.

We had spent the waiting time in the shower cleaning

ourselves for each other. We figured this was ideal

for having a sexless shower, so we could save

ourselves for the bedroom.

I wanted to wait a few minutes to be sure to purge a

bit more of the enema fluid. I had read that the

"sigmoid pocket" held a reserve that could show up if

you waited long afterward for sex. After I threw Bill

out of the bathroom I inverted myself and got that

second little urge and took care of it. Then I stepped

back into the shower to rinse and clean myself.

Bill had left me his robe to be warm upon leaving the

shower and I donned it knowing I could look so much

better in my own, if had brought it. Still I made the

most of it trying to look sexy, I let it plunge to my

waist, at the tie, and it wasn't too long. I went to

his room where he was lying with a towel around

himself reading, of course. I struck a pose in the

doorway and cleared my throat.



"Oh man, I never looked so good in that robe." Were

all the words he could muster.

He smiled and put down his magazine and knelt up on

the bed motioning me to him with a crooked finger.

I answered his beck by coming to meet his lips, but

his strong arms pulled me down on the bed and he

parted my robe in one move. He shifted till he knelt

between my legs and began a shower of kisses, licks

and caresses from my forehead to my belly button, that

had me breathing heavy in anticipation in no time.

Bill sat back on his haunches and grabbed a body

pillow on his bed and doubled it over. He lifted my

legs to his shoulders and pushed me back to where I

almost thought I would flip, then let me down onto the

doubled pillow. It was apparent he wanted my 2

pleasure orifices to be easy to access.

He began to rain kisses on my upturned butt cheeks and

eventually worked his way to that little strip of skin

between my holes. I wasn't sure where he would go next

and that was part of his tease.

He snaked his tongue up my shaved slit and began to

devour my lips but gave then up as my clit sort of

popped up for him. He sucked it almost like a little

dick.

I pushed the air from my lungs as a rush hit me, and

then redoubled as two of his long fingers sunk into my

pussy. I was on the verge of cumming already and he

was just beginning to find my G-spot.

I was about to go over the edge when his tongue left

my clit and swirled at my exposed butt hole. He seemed

to suck at it and put his tongue in it at once.

Whatever he did, it felt great! Unfortunately it

didn't last long enough because he was back at my clit

in a flash and I was going over the top. I was just

losing my breath and humping breaths when he removed

his tongue and slid his thumb in its place on my clit.

He sat back to watch me orgasm while he busied his

other hand. As my orgasm began to subside he brought

his mouth to my pussy again but his other hand had a

finger snaking up my butt. While he massaged my clit

with his tongue his index finger went up my butt twice

and then disappeared only to be replaced by his long

middle finger. He sawed it over and over again into me

and as I began to come from his tongue. Then, that

long finger began to fade from me. Suddenly it, along

with his index finger pinched together pushed up into

my ass. I lost all my breath and felt a surge of quick

pain, but another vaginal orgasm was working and my g-

spot was about to be heard from.

My orgasm was like a rolling pin up my chest as it

pressed my breath from me. I felt my face turn red,

then white as I clamored to stay conscious. A blast of

fluid from my pussy finally caused me to draw hard and

tight into my lungs. My orgasm had taken hold of me

and I was a mere spectator as it gripped my chest

again and I bore down to push another release from my

pussy. I remember hearing the splash hit something,

probably the side of Bills face or his chest as I shot

my hand down to cover my pussy and pull any fingers

out of it. I had to stop the assault on my clit or I

was going to pass out.

I held my pussy full in my hand and realized the only

thing Bill had going was 2 fingers up my ass and he

was plunging them in and out of me. The intense

concentration on my clit was stopped but still I felt

my g-spot wavering like an exposed nerve in a cold

breeze. An anal orgasm was going right through me and

gripping my sexual being.

I don't know how long I was doing it but I was

rotating my hips to his cadence and shaking my head

from side to side with each thrust of his hand. When I

closed my eyes I saw myself like a movie, taking the

pleasure of his fingers within me. My breath kept

catching in my throat, knowing that a gut wrenching

spasm was near, but his fingers were no longer enough

to reach the spot within me to draw that out.

I needed his cock in my ass, up into my being. I was

ready.

"Your cock Bill, your beautiful penis. Put it into me.

Please let me feel you fill me. Feel the warmth of my

heat inside me. Fuck me Bill, please fuck me." I said

staccato to his hand thrusts into me.

I opened my eyes to see Bills other hand squeezing

more KY onto his cock, setting down the tube and then

stroking it all over himself.

Then suddenly his pistoning finger stab stopped and he

removed them from me. Tipped back as I was,I saw the

whole of my slick pussy and just the red puffiness

around my private little hole. He laid his slickened

cock on the groove of my vagina and slid over it. Just

a push downward with my finger or his would have sent

it thrusting into me. The way the ridge of his rolled

foreskin rode over my clit had me building a second

simultaneous spasm.

"Inside, inside," I whispered to him and I am sure he

thought of how nice it would be to sink into my pussy.

I wouldn't have regretted one second of it if he did,

but he let our vow to each other prevail.

He slid his cock back once again through the groove of

my vulva, but dropped just out of my sight line and I

felt it nudge to my butt hole.

One short, painful stroke put him about three inches

inside of me. I thrust a hand out to stop further

penetration as I turned my head to the side as if to

keep the burning pain to myself. I waited for it to

ebb, it didn't.

I stepped out of my crazed sexual state.

"Take it out Bill, it hurts like hell," I cried.

As always in this situation, Bill obeyed me right

away. He knew I controlled it.

His penis no sooner had left me when his 2 fingers

rolled together replaced it and he began sawing back

and forth inside me again. This felt good still. The

sudden widening by his penis of my hole was more than

I could take at the time. He began to muscle a

rotation with his overlapped digits, stretching me

side to side as well as in and out. I closed my eyes

and relaxed in the hard and soft pummel of my butt

hole and big muscle being stretched.

I was about to tell Bill to try one more time when I

felt his fingers leave me. I wanted to warn him to be

careful and gentle in a second try when, with no

perceptible pause, his cock went right into me where

his fingers had just left. He slid quickly past my big

muscle and stopped about 4 inches into me.

His eyes looked to mine for approval and I just

smiled. Maybe it was the angle before, maybe I was

just not ready before, but this was it.

With my legs hanging back over my prone body it was

hard to push back at him, but he got my message and

pushed the rest of the way into me, his balls nestled

in my crease.

My eyes must have shown a shock to him as he sought my

wordless approval. He wore a look of concern on his

face, but my smile made him mirror that emotion back

to me.

He was deep within me. We were one. He could now make

love to me. He reached for and held my ankles as he

started short thrusts into me. He quickened the pace

and now my legs rested on his shoulders. Before I knew

it he was pummeling me.

"FUCK me, FUCK me," my gravelly whisper matched his

thrusts. Those thrusts got harder and he sought a fast

orgasm as deep as he could reach within me. Without a

second to think about it, an orgasm hit me, a seeming

wave from deep inside me that rode across my pussy

using my clit as its release point.

"Ohh ohh, Ewww, ewww," I gasped out and sucked in new

breath to feed another orgasm and they came one after

another, like 4 in a row.

The slap of his thighs against my cheeks sounded

brutal,knowing he was in my ass, but the feeling was

exquisite. I was at a state where I relished him being

close, inside me, while orgasm after orgasm left me as

I announced each with a grunt or holler. I was in a

groove where I could have cum for hours it seemed, as

long as they didn't get more intense. Then I felt him

buck up and the cudgel within me rearing, swelling.



He was going to cum!!

Oh, Carree, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum! Take it, take it

take it, take it," he said slamming at me.

Finally he had to stop, no longer able to withstand

the pleasure of my bowels squeezing at him, my butt

hole milking him. He stayed within me and took my

right leg and swung over to the other shoulder with my

left. I lifted a bit so he could remove the doubled

body pillow under me, and he slid down to the sheets

in a perfect spoon. He held me close, gripping my

breasts tightly.

His voice cracked as he spoke.

"God Carree, that was wonderful. We were truly one.

Just awesome, awesome," he emphasized.

We lay wordless attached in our spoon until reality

began to creep up.

"You have a towel here, right lover?" I asked.

He reached for the towel he had wrapped around himself

after his shower.

"Here, I'll snake it under us, when I pull out I'll

like diaper you, OK?" he asked.

"Ohhh, do you have to take it out?" I asked wanting it

to remain a part of me.

After placing the towel under us he thread himself

from my hole. I felt a gush of cum run out as I

struggled to keep it in me, but I had little control.

He did diaper me and help me up to walk to the

bathroom. He sat me on the john as he pulled the towel

away. While I pushed out air and the remains of his

cum, he ran warm water for a washcloth to wash his

penis. Once rinsed, he took another cloth and lathered

it with soap and washed it again. I knew why he wanted

it so clean. I was going to take him in my mouth. It

had become ritual after each time with anal sex. I

love to suck him, and doing so before butt sex wasn't

necessary to get him hard, and I was afraid to get him

too close to orgasm. He had no problem rising up a

second time, so I could get my fill, the joy I

experienced from feeling him in my mouth.

In the small bathroom I reached to get some paper to

dab myself, dry myself and he was turning to put the

washcloths in the hamper. His penis passed in front of

my face, and I caught the plum of it in my mouth,

freezing Bill, most certainly catching him off guard.

He looked down and saw me with just head in my mouth

and a smile on my face. I thought he would scold me

and pull from my mouth and go into the bedroom and

wait for me. Instead he readjusted his feet and stood

there, I suppose, enjoying the fact the end of his

penis was trapped in my mouth. He ran his fingers

through my newly permed tresses and stroked my hair.

"God, that feels so good Carree," Bill said as he

nudged a bit more of himself into my mouth.

I took it that this was how he wanted me, as un-Bill-

like as it was. He was one to have me take charge and

show him how I wanted it. This was participation oral

sex for me, my pleasure, as much as he also enjoyed

it.

I looked up and my eyes met his as I took as much as I

could in my mouth. I was getting better at this, but

again, deep throating, choking, was not my idea of

pleasure. Our eyes stayed together as I bent back and

forth ever so slightly to stroke him with my mouth

sucking at him. The velvet smooth of his penis head

over my tongue made my vagina squishy, that's how sexy

this made me feel. Uncharacteristically I reached down

a couple fingers to massage my clit, taking advantage

of the wetness my actions caused. I began to get a

faint taste of his pre-cum just as he began to push at

my face a little. Within moments I was stationary, and

he was providing the friction.

Bill was fucking my mouth in nice strokes timed with

my sucking and swallowing. I wasn't too worried that

he would thrust too hard as he came, he was always

aware of that fear of mine. Still, instinctively, when

I was sure his orgasm was imminent I raised the palm

of my left hand to the flat just above his genitals.

"Oh Carree, here's your cum, I'm gonna cum, it's

cumming, cumming," he said as his eyes left mine and

tipped toward the ceiling.

I hummed a sound of disappointment as his eyes left

mine and he must have picked up what I wanted; to keep

eye contact throughout orgasm. When he re-connected

eye contact I smiled a little around his cock, just as

the first volley of cum crossed my tongue. The second

shot was huge and I swallowed fast, but anything else

he had to offer just oozed out. Our eyes glued to each

other, me reading his ecstasy, he reading my

satisfaction. It was a loving experience. He smiled

down at me, and I back at him just as I was about to

suck the last dribbles from him. I sucked all the way

up to the head then gave the underside a snake-like

lick.

"You're amazing. You're so good to me. Where did you

learn to love me so, and be so naughty?" he said

rhetorically, but I had an answer.

"From you, lover, everything just comes from our love.

We are me and you are we. Everything we do is us." I

answered him.

It was true. Nothing we did ever came to a real

question. It was all making love. There was no point

where I did anything, or put up with something, to get

something in return. Every act was of itself, and we

loved giving each other pleasure. I thought of Megan

and Jimmy and how they had so much further to go, so

much trust to assume.

I went to stand up and hug Bill and he put a hand to

my shoulder.

"Wait, I saw something here you might like," he said

as he pulled a vanity drawer open. He handed me sample

packets of baby wipes. "These may be a little easier

on your cute little butt, I know you like them and I

see them here every time I reach in there for floss."

I then remembered the reason I was sitting on the

john, to clean up and let Bills cum run out of me, as

well as let loose of the air he pumped me full of. I

opened the packet of wipes and Bill let me have my

privacy. My little hiney was sore, but it didn't feel

puffy so I was no worse for the wear that Bill gave it

today. This was definitely one of the best days of

lovemaking we had ever had. Maybe my little talk with

Megan had convinced me as well that our love was

something special, and I needed to prove it.

That night we made Bills bed up and cleaned the house

and retired to the study loft over the garage. Bill

built a nice fire to warm the place. We sat on the

floor in front of the stove and talked about getting

back to class and how we might not see each other

until the Christmas break, but that was only 3 Sundays

away. We held each other and reveled in our last night

alone together. My mom and Dad had a big breakfast

planned for us after church, we promised to go to 9:00

o'clock Mass with them. We would then wait until the

Wilson's came home early Sunday to leave for school.

We held each other tight talking of our plans for the

next few years in Baltimore and the beginning of our

life together. We laughed and cried and giggled with

anticipation. Finally we fell asleep on the floor, and

woke a few hours later cold with the fire down to

embers. Bill knelt up and loaded the cradle with more

logs and, after it began to spark, he held out a hand

to help me up and bring me to bed on the slouch couch.

We stood and kissed and ended up slinking to the floor

and having a sixty-nine in front of the fire. We got

to the couch exhausted about two-thirty, knowing the

alarm would go off in 5 hours, and fell right asleep

exhausted from our loving.

We made the Mass on time, had a great breakfast and

even had time to let Bill read the papers. We got back

to Wilson's by noon just as they got back from

Vermont.

We visited with mom and Dad Wilson for an hour or so

and were on our way. I was back in my dorm by 4

o'clock and Bill called me from his just before 5. Our

long Thanksgiving Holiday weekend was over. Three

nights of sleeping with my lover had me bright and

confident. In a mere 7 months we would be living

together as we would the rest of our lives. Although

we, ourselves, felt no great rush to be married, our

parents would bring the subject up a lot over the

coming Holidays. We decided that setting a date would

appease them and stop a lot of the questions. My

commitment to Baltimore and Arens and Ponds was 2

years. If I really felt at any time during that span,

that this was the job I wanted, we would get married

right away. However, Bill and I discussed the

possibility of me being more of an independent

contractor, setting my own pace once I was

established. Then, having a family could be done at

our leisure and I could pace my work to fit my

schedule as Mrs. Bill Wilson. Life's canvas had

finally been set before us and we had to decide how to

paint it. Would we simply fill in the numbers, or

paint an abstract.

My lips were still moist with Bills goodbye kiss when

I heard a noise from Henny's room. The dorm did not

seem to have the "occupied" feel yet for me to think

that Henny or Maria had returned from their long

weekends yet. Usually there would be fresh goodies

from home on the counter, or local newspapers from

home, or even an unpacked box or suitcase around.

Something was not right. I contemplated how to handle

the situation when common sense took hold of me.

I grabbed my phone and exited the building as fast as

I could and punched in my speed dial code for campus

security.

"Campus Eye," a voice quickly answered.

Our on campus 911 was 393 or EYE. It was for locally

handled emergencies, or for a quick decision whether

911 was needed.

"Umm, Hi EYE. I just got to my dorm from the long

weekend and I think I heard a noise in one of our

rooms and I don't think any of my roommates are back.

We've lived together 4 years and something doesn't

feel right. I mean, I think I know what's normal, and

this seems different." I nervously stammered into the

phone.

"Did you call out?" the EYE voice asked.

"No. I hope this isn't a false alarm. But I have a bad

feeling. I know you guys are busy and . . . " I began

before he cut me off.

"Don't sweat it Miss. We aren't busy at all and I am

about to make a pass of the dorm areas anyway. I show

you in Suite 1 of Hall Hall, correct?" he asked.

"Correct. What should I do?" I asked.

"Keep your distance, but try not to let the dorm out

of your sight. Keep all entrance and exit locations in

your sight if you can till we get here. I'm Patrolman

Powers." He said as he clicked off.

I sat back and kept a distance outside and hoped I

didn't do something stupid here. I envisioned 2 campus

cops bursting in on Henny and Nick having sex. But,

after Maria's rape, and Henny and Nicks revenge, I

always felt a little wary if I knew I was alone.

The Campus Eye car pulled with Patrolman Powers. He

drove right up the walkway, and another car pulled

toward the back of the building. I identified myself

and told him the story about just feeling everything

was not right. He radioed to the other campus cop and

the descended upon our dorm. The other cop watched

Powers go in while keeping an eye on the windows

looking for an egresser.

I heard a shout from inside and the other patrolman

spoke into his radio and then started walking to me.

"He's got someone, a female." The other cop said to me

as I identified him as Patrolman Howard from his

badge. "Let's go in and see if you can identify her."

We walked into the dorm and heard Powers calling for a

matron to assist transfer to local police when I saw

who the intruder was.

"Megan!" I shouted. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a long story Carree. Please explain to the

policeman that I'm not a robber or something," Meg

said.

I did just that and explained that I had given Megan a

key, but never expected her to show up anytime soon. I

let them know that all was fine and apologized

profusely to the Patrolmen.

"No problem, Miss, ahh Kasc" He said checking his

incident form. "We weren't busy anyway. We get a lot

of calls like this during the year. It happens, but

it's usually an old boyfriend." He said smiling.

The 2 cops took off leaving 2 embarrassed girls in the

dorm. I had questions to ask Meg. I really had not

given her a key, but didn't want to have her arrested

for breaking in.

"Megan, what the FUCK, is going on?" I asked.

She burst into tears and reached out to hug me.

"It's the whole goddamn Jimmy thing, Care. I had to

leave town and get away. I got in through the window

of that room I was in. I thought it was yours, but it

was dark. I've been here since about 4 a.m. this

morning. I'm sorry I came up here to bother you, I

just felt like I had nowhere to turn. I need to talk

to you."

Megan had me totally freaked out. I could not

rationalize her motivation to do such a thing when I

was so easily accessible.

"The Police are looking for Jimmy, everybody's looking

for Jimmy. They have his mom in protective custody and

I'm supposed to be the same, but I took off. His mom

knows I'm safe. You won't believe this whole thing. I

went after I saw you to confront Jimmy on a lot of

things. As I went I started thinking about a lot of

the things you said and I began to realize that WE

WERE beginning to get the way you and Bill are. But,

somewhere along the line I began to notice he was

putting up some walls. He used to break me down a bit,

you know about being casual about being nude in front

of him and stuff, and he was being cool about the

sexual arrangements and like . . ."

"STOP!" I interrupted. "What does this have to do with

Jimmy being wanted by the Police? Megan, get a hold of

yourself and fill in some blanks here for me." I said,

disturbed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I am sooo confused. Let me sit

and calm down." She said.

"After I spoke with you I went to see Jimmy, but

decided to stop and talk to his mother first. When I

began to tell her about my being reluctant to move in

with Jimmy because I thought he was changing in some

ways. His mom and I are pretty close and she always

thought moving in together was a good idea before

marriage, and she knew I planned to. It was then she

laid a bomb on me. She has known for a while that the

drugs Jimmy took after his accident could be a problem

down the line. They could cause a personality change.

One of the signs of this change was a turning into

ones self, but to have a need to be glad handed by the

ones he loved. Losing trust in loved ones may cause

violent behavior. This was to facilitate pushing away

the loved ones so he can be of himself, in himself.

Pretty freaky stuff huh? As she spoke I told her that

a lot of this was going on already. I'm pretty frank

with her about sex and stuff and she kind of knows

what was going on with us. She had to know some things

for his doctors and shrinks. Obviously I really trust

her.

Anyway, she thought it was time to bring in a doctor

to see Jimmy and maybe go away to a place where they

could get him straightened out. I guess these

personality blips have varying degrees of seriousness,

but are common with people who have had the

bombardment of drugs he had to get his body to survive

his accident.

As we were talking, Jimmy walked into the room and

said he heard everything we said and he started

calling us names, threatening us, and then left saying

no one was going to take him away, he was fine, he

would deal with us later. Obviously we freaked out and

called the Doctor, who called the Police and

everything. The cops got there right away and tried to

establish if he had any weapons, but he didn't, to the

best of our knowledge. While the Police were there

Jimmy called. He was like a different person talking

to me, saying he wanted to go out for wings and pizza

after the movie that night. I was a little confused to

say the least. His mother took the phone from me and

demanded he come right home. Well, his personality

turned on a dime right there and he called her names

saying he was going to "get" us.

Just as he hung up on us his shrink showed up and we

all had a long talk with him and the Police and they

decided to protect his mom and me. The Doctor was

adamant that he would not harm himself, which is what

I was afraid of.

Soon 2 female cops showed up and said they would stay

with us and the house would be under surveillance.

I freaked out and bolted in the middle of the night. I

knew how to sneak in and out of Jimmy's house

undetected. So, here I am. I called them to let them

know I was OK. Everyone bawled me out, but I had to

leave. I'm supposed to call back every hour or so to

see what the story is, if they caught him. He's not

really wanted, they want to protect him from doing

something that he really doesn't want to do. As long

as his personality changes from nice Jimmy to freaky

Jimmy, he's bound to show up anywhere. Carree, I am so

scared!"

"You better tell them where you are Meg, your parents

and friends, plus Jimmy's family must be nuts worrying

about you!" I scolded her.

"I'll tell them I'm OK, but I won't say where I am.

I'm not really afraid of Jimmy; I'm more worried about

him. The shrink assured me that with a minimum amount

of therapy and work, he would be back to normal with

no side effects. The key is to get him off the streets

before he does something to get himself in trouble."

Meg explained.

I handed Meg the phone and told her to dial home. I

hesitated and dialed the number myself; just to be

sure she really dialed home. I heard Megs mom answer

frantically and I handed Meg the phone.

"I'm safe and I'm OK Mom. I'm sorry I left, but I had

to get away." Meg again said apologetically.

Her face then lit up and she smiled, covered the

receiver to tell me the news.

"They've found him, and he's OK. He was taking a bus

to the hospital in Boston. He knew he had to get

better." Meg said.

Meg continued talking with her mom and tied up loose

ends with her. It seems Jimmy was aware he had to get

help and knew Boston was where he got the most help

before. He asked for Meg over and over and told Mrs.

Parker to tell her he was sorry. Megs mom said the

psychiatrist said that showed he was not that deluded.

He knew he had done some rotten things to Meg, plus he

was anxious to be helped. It sounded like a crisis had

been averted for Meg. Her sister Terry was on her way

up to get her so she wouldn't have to take a bus back

home Monday morning. This was going to make a late

night for me and washed any plans of an 8-hour sleep

to start classes after the Holiday.

While Meg waited for Terry to show she finally got a

chance to meet Henny and Maria. In typical Henny

fashion, Henny through Megan off right away with her

first words to me.

"Ooooee, Carree! Great whore hair! That'll get you

picked up in some of best biker bars in the country!"

Henny said in front of a mortified Meg.

All I could do was laugh as I tried to explain to Meg

how to take Henny. If Henny thought for a second that

any of her caustic comments were bothering you, she

heaped them on even more. Maria tried to buffer Henny

for Meg the rest of the night while we waited for

Terry to get here. Eventually Meg caught on to Henny

and before the end of the night we were all getting on

famously with Hen admitting to Meg that the perm she

gave me pretty awesome. It just required too much

maintenance for her (and my) tastes.

Meg and Jimmy would eventually get it all together,

but not until Jimmy spent 55 days "away", and then

another few months in therapy. Jimmy and his illness

spawned all Meg's "privacy" issues, and "opening up"

issues. Meg admitted to me later that she knew she

wasn't always like that, but had been brainwashed by

his phobias. I really have to give her a lot of credit

for sticking with Jimmy after all the crap he had

given her over the years. Once all the problems he had

with his own confidence, and then the results of

medication effects, he turned out to be a great guy

and partner for Megan.

The 3 weeks leading up to our Christmas vacation was a

slow and arduous one. Bill and I never got together

except for a little phone sex dirty talk. Getting

ready for exams and filling course requirements. (Both

Bill and I had extra credit work due for our upcoming

jobs to assure class placement) This was probably the

last time we would have to be this meticulous about

our school studies. If there were anything that would

draw a question mark over our job commitments, it

would have turned up by mid-terms. We only need fill

credit requirements from here out, and that was a

given at this point. Time, Inc. was somewhat

pressuring Bill into at least "looking into"

continuing his education at Stanford on their dime.

The writer Bill went away with last year apparently

was pushing Mr. Wilkens into bugging Bill about this.

Bill Wilson was not easily prodded into something he

was not really into. He thought Stanford was too

liberal for him.

Bill made me aware that he was greasing the skids to

have his parents allow us to stay together in the

study over the garage over the Holidays. Both he and I

knew that if the temps got real harsh it would not

work out, but to be together was definitely to our

liking. Our summer in Baltimore where we more or less

lived as a married couple had made us keenly aware

that we were made to be together.

We got into the home stretch at school before the

Holidays. With Christmas less than a week away I was

primed to be home for the Holidays with my family, and

of course Bill. Bill had called me earlier to tell me

that his parents were open to our staying together in

the study, but they would not do so without going and

meeting with my parents. Even though we were both in

our twenties, they felt it was the thing to do if we

were going to be in-laws. I was a little afraid of my

parents reaction, only because they may have

envisioned "their baby" being home with them.

I was a little more than shocked when I got back from

class on Tuesday to find a note from Henny for me to

call my Dad at work.

"Hello Daddy, is there anything wrong?" Were my first

words after I heard his voice. I was semi-prepared

for a lecture about not staying home with them; and

just faintly prepared to hear some bad news, as he had

never called me at school during the day.

"No pumpkin, there's nothing wrong. You must be

surprised to hear from me. Is there anything wrong

with a proud Daddy calling his little girl up?" he

said.

"No, of course not, Daddy. It's just you never called

before, and I know you met with the Wilson's. We don't

want to cause any trouble Dad." I started to say, but

he interrupted me.

"Wait Carree, hear me out, you might be surprised.

Listen, you know my company was bought by a

conglomerate from Denmark last year. They have people

coming here all the time to assist in the change-over

and adaptation. They have 2 suites on retainer at the

new Residence Inn off exit 7 off the Interstate. They

have them at one price, like $40 a night. We pay that

everyday, and if no one is registered by 6:00 pm, they

can sell the room. We have groups of men and women

coming in here all of the time from over there on a

moments notice, so it's necessary. They told me that

they would not be here again until after Little

Christmas (the twelfth day), unless there were

emergencies, so those rooms are available to us. My

boss says I can have one of the rooms for use by

relatives over the Holidays, as long as we are paying

for it anyway. Honey, these rooms are suites with

living rooms, fireplaces, full kitchens, dining areas,

2 bathrooms and 2 bedrooms, all really nice, plus free

breakfast in the morning. You and Bill can have one

right up until you go back to school or get bumped by

one of our people. I only ask that you and Bill spend

Christmas Eve in your homes. It's a family time. You

can both spend all your Christmas mornings together

AFTER you're married. What do you think?" he finished.

I was flabbergasted!

"Daddy, are you serious?" I asked. "You would do that

for Bill and I? You are the best Daddy. We will pay

you back for the room too. Have you checked with the

Wilson's?"

"First off, the rooms cost me nothing. We pay $40 a

night whether we use them or not. You guys just pick

up any phone calls, and it might be nice to tip the

maid staff, too. Yes, I ran it by them and Bills

parents like the thought of him our there rather than

in the cold garage. Well cold, if it ever gets cold,

it's been pretty mild so far." Daddy said.

"I'll run it by Bill, but I can't imagine he wouldn't

like this Daddy. You are so sweet and understanding.

You know how much I love Bill, don't you. I love being

home, but to be with Bill is . . . . . " I started.

"I know pumpkin. You are certainly old enough to make

these decisions and sleeping arrangements. We know you

were never happier than last summer, and your mom and

I were pretty proud of how you handled being, ummm . .

"married", if you will." Daddy admitted.

"Oh, Daddy this is the best present ever. I love you

for understanding everything." I said just as we

exchanged goodbye pleasantries.

I hugged my arms to my chest in my own hug of joy. I

know I flushed as a grin as big as any I ever emoted

gripped my face. I couldn't wait to tell Bill, but I

never had a chance to dial his number as my phone

rang.

It was Bill, and he was bubbling over as much as me.

These Holidays were going to be real special for the

future Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. The more we talked about

it on the phone the more flushed I got with desire for

Bill. Finally, at a break in his conversation I asked

him a question.

"Can you guess where I have my hand right now and what

I'm thinking about?" I queried.

"I have admit I'm a little horny myself, just thinking

about laying with you every night Care." He answered.

"Wow, alone again, together every night Bill. Oooo,

maybe some days we can take the phone off the hook and

never leave the room." I said. "I could just lick and

taste every single inch of you from head to toe, Bill,

Especially that beautiful handful between your legs.

My pussy is so wet right now, just thinking about you.

I'm holding my little clit between my thumb and my

index finger Bill. Can you stick your tongue through

the phone to lick it?"

"Godddd Carree, stop! You're giving me such a hard on.

I've got my hand around that handful you're thinking

about. I only wish I could lick that clit through the

phone. Rub it Care, let me hear you cum right through

the phone. God, I want you so bad right now." He

panted.



"Don't worry Bill, I'm rubbing it. Plus, my mouth is

watering thinking about having that cock in my mouth.

It's so salty sweet, and as smooth as velvet on my

tongue. I love to fondle and stroke your balls while I

suck on it. I know they're full of your juice, baby.

Oh, that sweet juice! Bill, do you know how much I

love to taste and swallow that stuff. When that goes

down my throat I know I've made you crazy with passion

for me, just like I'm crazy for you. Oh, baby my pussy

is soo hot right now, I'm gonna cum real soon." I

teased into the receiver.

"Oh, Jesus God Carree!! Just thinking of your mouth

loving me has me close. You know how to drive me

crazy. When we're alone I'm gonna want to be inside of

you Carree. Deep up inside of you! When we get married

and I can make love to that beautiful pussy, I swear

I'll fuck you 6 times a day. Until then, your cute

little butt will have to do. How does that sound

Sweets?" He cooed at me.

I was panting pretty well now. I sort of wanted to get

serious and find my g-spot, but I really just wanted

to cum. Bill talking about screwing me, being inside

of me had me nuts.

"You know I love having you inside me, Lover. It hurts

some time, but you're such a gentle lover, you always

make it easy. Once it's in me, Bill, I never want you

to come out of me. Oh Bill, I'm gonna cum. I'm

thinking about the times we fell asleep with you

inside of me. Ohhh, unghhh, unghhh, unghh. That's it

Honey I'm there. Ohhhhhhh," I moaned as I caught my

breath in my throat and came.

"Holy crap, honey. I'm cumming too. Your tight ass

makes me nuts, just thinking about it. Oh, I'll fuck

you there good, baby. Then I'll shoot THIS . . . RIGHT

. . . UP . . .THERE!!" he said as I heard him cum

through the phone.

Our breathing was all either of us could hear for a

few minutes. Finally Bill broke the silence.

"Carree, I love you so much. Being apart is so hard.

Just think, after Christmas, we only have six months

until we live together in Baltimore. I'll love you

every night, I swear." Bill growled into the phone.

"Billy, I never want to be apart from you. Just think,

our time is coming soon. We can be together every

night." I started to cry.

Through my tears of joy I told Bill how much I missed

him and wanted to be with him. It would be less than a

week until we would live together for almost a month.

Our first time alone I just wanted us to strip and

roll around on the floor feeling each other. It sounds

kinky, but the feel of his skin next to mine while we

breathe in each other's ear makes me want to cum. This

was lust and passion for my lover and no one else.

We both had studying to do as reality caught a grip on

us and we said good night. I lay there in my reverie

knowing I would fade to sleep soon, if I didn't get

going. Then a knock on my door snapped me to

attention.

"Carree?" Henny asked. "Are you OK in there? Don't

fall asleep. You told me you had lots of studying, why

don't you come out here so we can keep each other

awake? When Maria gets back from her class she has to

cram too. Come on, before you fall asleep after that."

Henny obviously figured out what I was doing in my

room. The walls were thin and it was hard to keep

secrets.

"I'll be out in a sec, Hen. Keeping each other awake

is a good idea." I shouted through the door.

I arranged my clothes and gathered my books and notes

and went to the common room. Henny was set up on the

sofa and coffee table. She was getting coffee from our

contraband Mr. Coffee we snuck in this spring.

"Black with sugar, Care?" Henny asked as I assented

with an "um humm".

She brought in the coffees and curled on the sofa next

to me. She reached over and petted my hair.



"Don't worry honey. You'll be with your lover soon

enough. I'm so fucking horny I could toot." Henny

said. "But, I have to get an A on this test tomorrow

or I'm afraid my GPA may fall off the Deans list. I

wish Nick would call me and beat off on the phone.

He's too embarrassed to do it at the frat house. God,

I need a fuck. I should borrow one of Maria's toys."

Sheesh Hen, I know it's just the two of us, but do you

have to talk like that? . . or are we that familiar

with each other? I suppose I'm being a prude, we don't

have many secrets, do we? How do you know Maria has

toys?" I asked.

"She was washing them in the bathroom sink and the

phone rang. While she answered it I came back home,

and she kind of forgot about them, . . . until I went

in the bathroom. Man, did I give it to her. You know I

had some fun with that." She said with an evil laugh.

"I can only imagine. I doubt she uses them as much now

that Jack comes back more often. Hey, we all get

stressed and we all get horny and have to release

tension. We shouldn't make fun of each other and make

each other self conscious." I scolded her.

"I know. I really love the two of you, you know. I

never had girlfriends I could get along with before. I

always felt they were trying to steal Nick away, even

though I denied I loved him. He is so gorgeous. You

and Maria almost seem married to your guys, so I

didn't worry about you two." Henny admitted.

"Don't think we didn't get hot pants over Nick,

though. We used to call him "dreamboat". We're only

human, Hen. I'll bet he's hot." I confessed.

Henny laughed just as Maria came in the door.

"Save me a spot on the couch. I gotta get 2 months of

chapters into one night. I hope there's coffee." Maria

chirped as she rushed through to her room.

In 10 minutes we were all buried in our books trying

to make up for lost study time. Three girls with

lovers waiting to whisk them home, trying to study

while pleasures of life weighed on their minds. This

would be our last Christmas vacation of our college

careers. Already I worried I might never see them

again after we left school. Amazingly, we all stayed

up and got a good study in to finish the semester with

the kinds of marks we had hoped for. The last of us,

Henny, hit the mattress at 4:30 a.m.

It was Friday with Christmas one week away when Bill

picked me up to head home for the Holidays. It was

after 6 o'clock in the evening when we left campus and

for the first time I ever remember, I fell asleep on

the way home with Bill.

I felt his arm going around me, and a whisper in my

ear.

"Carree sugar? Honey sweets? You're home, safe and

sound." He whispered.

I was in another world when I opened my eyes. I saw my

Mom and Dad at the door as I cracked my lids open and

felt Bill pulling at me a little. Man, was I out of

it.

"Holy Shit Bill. How did you let me drift off like

that! Wow, I feel like you clubbed me over the head."

I said.

"You were sleeping so hard and so sound I didn't want

to wake you baby. I brought you right home so you

could get your rest and catch up with your mom and

Dad. We can't get into the Residence Inn until Monday

so lets just stay with our parents until then. It will

make them happy. Me sleeping here, or you coming over

to the study with me will only cause problems with our

parents. I wanted to talk with you about it on the way

home, but you were GONE. Believe me, it's the best

way. We'll be together until Christmas Eve and then

back together Christmas night until we go back to

school. We'll have lots of time for each other." He

whispered as if my parents could eaves drop from

behind the closed door to our house.

I was still groggy and spaced but he was making sense

to me. I hadn't known we couldn't get into the

Residence until Monday, but I would have figured we

would sleep together no matter what. Bills words made

me realize that being with our own families a few

nights would make them all happy. Since we wanted to

go back to school with a firm date set for our

wedding, this alone time with parents was going to be

good.

Bill hopped out of the car and came to my door and

helped my groggy self out. He walked me to the door as

my Dad opened it.

"Carree fell asleep on the way home, Dad." I heard him

say. "She's not as grouchy as she is in the morning,

but I think she has a rough edge." He kidded.

"Oh, I can handle her Bill." He said.

"Let me get her stuff in and then we can talk a bit.

Do you think mom Kasc can put on some coffee?" Bill

said.

"Already done Bill, she saved some dinner for you both

too." I heard my Dad say.

I hugged my Dad and then my mom walked me to the table

where the smell of coffee was flaring my nostrils. I

was waking fast and the thought of food was making me

glad we were home. Whatever she made smelled like

"home" and I was glad and comforted to be there.

"Beef au jus with spaetzel dumplings sound good,

Carree?" mom said.

"Oh Mom, it sounds like heaven right now. I'm so tired

and hungry." I answered.

Bill called home to tell them that we were here and

that he would be home shortly. We both said later that

our parents half expected an argument about the nights

sleeping arrangements. We had now figured that as long

as we would be together with their blessing for the

next month, a few nights with the family would not be

a problem.

My mom laid out a couple nice plates of one of my

favorite dishes, along with fresh coffee. They sat

down with us as mom brought out a pie. As she cut

pieces for her and Dad she looked at me and smiled.

"Carree, you are so grown up, I can't believe my

little girl is a woman of the business world with a

husband and family around the corner. Oh, please don't

let that sound like we are pushing for grandchildren

already. It's just one of the things that goes along

with marriage and like that. If you chose to not have

children at all, it would be your decision. Damn, this

conversation is getting heavier than I wanted it to

be. I'm really just trying to say how proud I am, we

are, of you; so smart in the ways of the world and

your plan for life. The two of you are so much in love

and we feel like you're married already. The way you

treat each other, look out for each other. I guess

we're a little jealous that you don't need us

anymore." mom said with a misty eye.

"Oh, Mom. Nothing could be further from the truth. Not

need you? Come on! There's so much woman talk and

decisions for us to make together, and Daddy too!

Don't ever think I don't need you. Bill doesn't make

me not need you, Bill makes us four, and with his

parents, six! A family of six, that's what we are.

When we have children, and you know we do want to have

children, we need you and the Wilson's to help and

guide us." I explained.

Mom and Dad ate their pie with coffee while Bill and I

wolfed down dinner. The look on my Dads face told me

the pie was delicious. He looked at my mom more than

once and grabbed her knee, telling her how good it

was.

By the time we finished our dinner mom had cut pie for

us as well, along with seconds for Dad. She brought

out cold milk for the two of us and smiled down at us.

"I know you can't eat pie without milk, Carree. Bill,

I assume you're the same way. Bill, I have an extra

blueberry pie for you to take home for your Dad, I

know he loves it too. We had lots of blues this year,

so we'll have blue pie for quite a time this winter.

So," mom said, changing the subject quickly, "You

asked us to come up with dates we might suggest for a

wedding, would you like to hear them?"

"Sure," Bill piped up. "We really should have a good

idea when we go back to school. Maybe not an exact

date, but an idea we can begin to work with."

My Dad had been quiet for a time, but he picked up the

baton now.

"We think you should go through a whole year in

Baltimore, adjusting to being together, commuting,

living as a couple, working on finances, planning for

the future. You have this opportunity to really test

yourselves and make sure it's the life you want. To

pressure you by adding marriage to it all would be

crazy. Originally we wanted to drive you from

graduation to the church, but we are confidant that

the two of you know each other well enough to make the

right decisions in that first year. We know you WANT

to be married, but aside from a few of us, whose going

to know your aren't? You'll be living as a couple with

a plan for the future. By next Christmas you should

have a pretty good handle on what's going on with your

jobs, your careers. We can, the six of us, set a firm

date then." My Dad said, surprising us.

"That's a pretty good plan, Dad." Bill said. "It kind

of lines up with our thinking right now, too. Unless

my parents have an objection, or we have something

else happen to change things, we may just go with

that. You really put it in the right words. We thought

along those lines, but weren't sure of how everyone

might take it. Don't you agree, Carree?" Bill said as

I nodded eating my blueberry pie.

"I, obviously, want to get married tomorrow, but we

have waited this long, we may as well wait to do it

right. Being with Bill is what I really want most, and

I'll have that. You have no argument from me. When we

settle in as a married couple I don't want to have to

get up and move a few months later. Let's be sure of

where we are, and what we are." I said.

Bill came over to me at my chair and kissed my

blueberry pie mouth.

"I really want to get home and see my mom and Dad. I

hope everything goes as well there as here with

wedding plans." Bill said as he looked up at my mom

and Dads faces. "Mom and Dad Kasc, thanks for making

this easy for us. If my parents have a problem maybe

we can all get together and talk, but I can't imagine

they will have any reservations about this plan, but

you never know."

My Dad shook Bills hand and then hugged him.

"Son, I can't imagine a man I would trust more with my

daughter and her life and future. It's pretty obvious

how happy she is and how well planned out your future

is." My dad said as he reached into his pocket for a

small envelope. "Here is a voucher and my business

card for checking into the Residence Inn on Monday.

You should have no problem; I was out there today. The

voucher takes care of the retainer fee for the room.

Any phone or extra amenities are up to you two. You

shouldn't have to spend anything else. OK?"

"Thanks Dad," Bill said as he took the envelope and

kissed my Mom.

I walked him to the door and we kissed goodbye again.

He promised to call me as soon as he got up so we

could get together for some Christmas shopping. I

waved in the window as he pulled down the drive and

disappeared up the road. I didn't know if I could

wait until Monday night to be alone with him.

"I'm so happy to know that a man can make you so

happy, Carree. You obviously make him very happy too.

You are both very lucky. I had to search so long and

hard to find your father. I made a lot of mistakes. I

would be almost jealous of you, except that I found

the man that made me as happy as you are now. I know

how happy you are." My mom whispered in my ear as she

came up behind me as I watched Bill pull away.

There was nothing I could do but turn and hug her.

"Oh Mom, he is so special. I see the way Dad still

lights up your eyes, we are both so lucky." I said as

we broke our hug and walked arm and arm to the stairs.

My Dad had just brought my bags up the stairs and was

coming out of my room heading for his own.

"Goodnight pumpkin. It's so good to have you here with

us and see you so happy. You must be exhausted, I know

I am and I have to work a few hours in the morning.

C'mon Silvie, let's hit the hay." My Dad said.

"I'm going to get up with your Dad so I can have the

car for shopping, then I'll pick him up. Do you want

to go Carree? I warn you though, I want to be there

when the mall opens at 9:30." mom said.

"If I'm awake, but I doubt that, Mom. You go ahead.

Bill is going to call me when he gets up and I think

we are going out too." I told her.

I gave my mom one last hug as we got up to the top

step and I went toward my room.

"I bet I could sleep till noon, Mom. But, I'm sure

Bill won't let me. Leave the phone in my room before

you go out in the morning, OK?" I asked.

Mom smiled and kissed me on the forehead. Then she

disappeared into their bedroom.

I found my bag with my night t-shirts and found one

that was warm and fleece lined. I took it to the

bathroom and stripped down. I quickly used cleansing

cream to clean my face and make me feel fresh for

sleep. I took a washcloth and got it good and steamy

with hot water. After I pee-ed I put the hot cloth

over my whole vaginal mound and reveled in the warmth.

I grabbed a fresh razor and did a mini- trim to keep

my pussy smooth. The warm cloth was enough to soften

the slight stubble there was for shaving.

I dropped the t-shirt over my head and headed for my

room. I was a little tingly between my legs and

wondered if I should Jill-off to help get me to sleep

better, with all my tensions relieved.

Once I settled in bed I could hear sounds of love from

my parents room and I put my hand between my legs

satisfy my own urge. I always hear my friends saying

they can't imagine their parents "doing it", or the

thought of them "doing it" made them uncomfortable. My

parents were still young in my eyes and both my mom

and Dad were still attractive. I could easily picture

them "doing it", and there was nothing unappealing

about it. Now, don't misunderstand, the thought of

them making love wasn't the trip wire to any

masturbation session for me. My thoughts of Bill and

what we had in store for each other over the next

month had my hormones doing time trials, the sounds

from the other room only enhanced the moment.

But, apparently I was too tired any for that, because

the next thought I had was the sun shining in my

window. It was morning already and I heard my mom

rustling around downstairs. I closed my eyes again and

pulled the covers up, quickly dozing off.

I think I slept another couple hours and was slipping

back into reality when I got a look at the clock.

10:45. I distinctly heard the tv on and wondered what

happened to Moms shopping trip. Maybe she didn't feel

well. As much as I wanted to just stay in bed, I got

up to check and see if she was OK.

My sleep shirt was warm, but the cool winter air in

the room chilled my legs as soon as I got up. I

grabbed my big robe that covered me head to toe, and

made my way to the bathroom, took care of business and

wrapped myself warmly in the robe and headed

downstairs. The sound of an old Fred Mac Murray movie

came from the living room as I went to check on Mom.



There, sprawled on the sofa, fast asleep, was Bill!

I stopped in my tracks and went to look in the drive

for my Dads car, but it was gone. Only Bills car sat

in the drive. I was confused.

I went back to the living room and sat on the backs of

my legs in front of Bills prone figure on the sofa. He

was sleeping heavily, and as I had done many times, I

just watched him in his peaceful state.

Apparently his olfactory senses told him he was not

alone in the room as he rustled and his eyes opened.

"G'mornin' Peaches," he said through a little smile.

"Hi," was all I answered. My eyes were asking him "the

what" and "the how" of the situation as he smiled

broader knowing my wonder.

"I couldn't sleep at home after my parents left for

work. I called here to see if you were up as well.

Your mom said your weren't and that she was leaving

soon, but if I wanted coffee, to come over and wait

for you to get up. That was at 8:15 or 8:30. I

showered and came over and she and I had coffee. Then

she left for shopping and here I am." He said through

a grin.

I smiled and kissed him.

"Wait here while I brush my teeth, and then I'll give

you a real good morning kiss, OK?" I asked him.

He smiled and nodded. We both knew which one of us had

morning mouth.

When I came back he was snoozing with his arms folded

in front of him. He fluttered his eyes at the movement

in his space.

"Oh man, I can't believe I slipped off again. Can I

really be that tired?" he wondered aloud.

I leaned in and gave him a proper kiss, full on the

mouth.

"If you're that tired, maybe you should go back to

bed," I said. "I bet there's still a warm spot between

my sheets." I added suggestively.

"Well," he said facetiously, "If you insist."

As he rose from the sofa he put and arm around me and

began to walk to the steps. I stopped and went to lock

the inside screens on both doors to be sure if we were

interrupted, no one could walk in on us.

We went into my room and I shucked my robe and slid

between the sheets.

"Down to your underwear, please." I said. "I have to

keep the sheets clean." I said, goofing on him.

Bill's clothes quickly went to a pile on the floor and

he slid in next to me.

"I didn't say anything about underwear, Mister. Taking

them off was pretty forward, if you ask me." I

feigned.

"Sorry m'aam, but they're clean and I don't know where

your sheets have been." He said, playing my game.

We fell into each other's arms and reveled at each

other's warmth. He felt so good next to my skin. I

wanted him right there.

"Bill, I want you so bad, and we've waited so long to

make the moment right and safe for us. We have to

start thinking about adding a little risk, now that

school is almost over. I need to feel you inside of

me. In my bottom is so satisfying, but hardly

spontaneous. We should think about taking advantage of

my safe days after I finish my period. I know those

days aren't 100 per cent safe, but if you add a

condom, we have to be close." I said with a little

exasperation added to my want.

"God Carree, I've thought about that too, but we

should wait until we are a little less horny to think

this through. Decisions made in this state could be a

little skewed, don't you think?" Bill said, sensing my

state.

"I know, lover." I said, "I didn't mean right now, I'm

far from safe. Over the next month, I'm sure we will

have some special times when we can plan some hot

stuff for each other. This morning I just want to

taste you and feel your cock in my mouth. THAT will

make me happy."

"Your words are enough to make me cum right here,

Care. I can't wait to taste you either." Bill said

rolling over onto me while seeming to suck half my

face into his mouth, devouring me.

"No!" I protested, pushing back on him to make eye

contact.

"I haven't showered or anything yet, and just went

front and rear in the bathroom. I know it makes no

difference to you, but it makes me feel

uncomfortable." I said adamantly. "Please Bill? OK?" I

implored him.

He knew I was serious. So many times he had dove right

at me before I realized I wasn't as fresh as I might

want to be. I knew his skilled hands could bring me

off just fine to satisfy my urge at hand. Lying back

after a shower to open my legs and bottom for his

tongue was one of the true treasures of our love

making. Being confident that I was clean and fresh

made it perfect.

Bill straddled me while I scolded him and gave me a

knowing smile.

"I know, I know, Peaches. I just want you as bad as

you want me." He said as I slid down a little to get

closer to his penis.

He spread his legs a little more and lifted his weight

off his knees. He was in a 4 point stance over me, his

hands gripping the headboard of my bed. It was pretty

clear that he understood it was going to be my time

with him. Once I gave up this position he would have

plenty of time to busy his hands in my pussy, but for

now, he was mine.

He seemed so hard in this position as his cock

maintained a little curl. I decided to bathe his balls

with my tongue to tease him more. Upon doing so I

heard him inhale deeply as I sucked each testicle deep

into my mouth. He was fresh and clean and his sack was

full of cum for me. I heard him sigh a little

impatient "Ohh" as I redoubled my efforts.

"What's the matter baby?" I teased. "Does something

need attention?"

"Oh God honey, give me your mouth. It hurts so bad."

He whined.

When he begged, I knew I had teased him over the line.

He was always so patient in letting me have my way

with him. I couldn't hold back any longer, taking his

swollen plum cock head into my mouth and sucking hard

on it.

"Owwwwww," he moaned as he got the present he wanted.

I proceeded to take half his cock into my mouth and

suck it back up to the tip. I repeated a couple times

and then he twisted down to the bed where I could

kneel over his side and bob and suck him. I felt his

long middle finger snake right up my pussy, while his

thumb rolled over and over my wet clit.

My mouth and his hands settled into a nice rhythm,

pleasing each other amid our moans of approval. My

eyes had been closed enjoying our loving and when I

opened them I saw his sack, once impossible to fit all

in my mouth, now tight and drawn up. I ran the flat of

my hand up between his splayed butt and over his

little hole and cupped his sack. That sent him,

without warning, over the line.

I was just about to start a long wrenching orgasm from

his diddling when I felt my mouth fill with his cum to

the shrieks from his mouth. His orgasm not only

surprised me, but Bill as well. My touch to his sack

had made it all spontaneous. I could barely swallow

fast enough to get the first shots of his cum. I felt

some leaking from the corner of my mouth, and that was

rare that I lose any.

I stopped sucking and he pumped at my mouth, still

needing release. Two more good squirts covered my

tongue as I grabbed his cock and took control, my own

orgasm gripping me.

My clit suddenly exploded into ecstasy as I began to

milk the last drops from him. He drew his long middle

finger from me and rolled my clit between his thumb

and that slippery digit, setting off my own

pyrotechnics, leaving me to drop his cock from my

mouth.

Rarely did I lose a drop, and now a whole mouthful ran

from my lips as orgasm gripped me.

"Oh God, Oh God Bill!! Ohhhhhhh!" I tried to pull from

his grip as suddenly my clit turned raw. He managed to

swipe his fingers over it a few more times before

stretching back in his own post orgasmic posture.

I was an absolute mess with his orgasm all over my

face, and some in my long hair. I had an orgasmic

squirt all over my legs and Bills hands during that

last flurry of his fingers.

"Yuck! Bill, look what you did to me," I laughed.

He looked at me and we both burst out in laughter.

"This is like a bad porno movie, Care. Sorry." Bill

said as he went to get me a towel.

"Don't bother," I hollered to Bill. "I have to get in

the shower anyway."

I tried to get off the bed and into the bathroom

without getting any of Bills shoot on anything. I

hadn't planned on really washing my hair, as I had an

appointment to get it cut this afternoon, but this

changed my plans.

My long crinkly tresses really got me a lot of

compliments, many saying it made me look like a model,

but it was really too high maintenance for me. Bill

had enjoyed me this way, but he understood my wish for

a shorter coif.

I ran my shower and hopped in and began to rinse and

get myself cleaned up. Bill stuck in lathered hands to

rinse them off and avoid having to run the sink and

interfere with my water temp and pressure. With all

the mess I had, he only had to wash his hands.

I called my salon and they said they could take me

early, so I wrapped my wet hair and we were off. While

I got my hair cut and styled, Bill was off to start

our Christmas shopping. We both looked forward to

Monday when we could move in together at the Residence

Inn.

Living together for the month was going to be awesome.

We really hadn't planned on any alone time before we

got settled in our Holiday Hide-away, as Bill called

it. That morning was just an opportunity we couldn't

pass on. Actually it cooled our jets a bit so we

didn't end up parking like teenagers Saturday or

Sunday nights at he end of the driveway.

Monday morning came and I found myself up early to see

my Dad off to work. I wanted to thank him one more

time for the arrangements he had made for Bill and I.

He shook his head and said he couldn't believe he set

his own daughter up in a shack up.

I looked at him, hurt by his words, and a grin crawled

over his face.

"Pumpkin, I was just making light of the situation,

don't be offended by it. I'm sorry. I know that you

and Bill are in love and as married already as some

younger couples. I just thought, and your mom and

Bills parents agreed, it was better than having you

two sneak around trying to find alone times for

yourselves, or sleeping in that cold room over the

garage." My Dad said apologizing and making his point.

"When we saw the two of you in Baltimore last year we

knew everything was right and the two of you would be

fine. We trust you and approve 1000 percent of Bill,

honey." My mom kicked in. "Don't let your father ruin

your time. He and I would have loved to have the same

situation when we were in college and had to split up

for the Holidays."

I hugged them both and went upstairs to start packing

up my things for my mini-move. When I was putting my

dirty laundry and bed sheets together for the day's

laundry I was embarrassed by the big semen stain I saw

on the bedclothes. I hoped my mom didn't notice it.

Between what I swallowed, got on my face, in my hair

and on the sheets, Bill must have cum a gallon in our

Saturday morning fling. Just thinking about it made me

long for him, and it was only 8 o'clock in the

morning. We couldn't check in until 2 pm or later, but

actually I would see him much sooner than that. Just

being with him, and he with me, made us whole.

When I think back on us and how we were then, and how

we grew later, I don't know how I have gotten on

without him.

I went to the bathroom to get a few things to add to

my packing and on my return to my room my mom was

already stripping the bed.

"I see we couldn't leave the two of you alone for 5

minutes the other day." My mom said with a smirk.



I must have turned 3 shades of red.

"I thought you were going to remain a virgin and not

have intercourse before you got married. That sure

looks like something that leaked out of you Carree.

Don't go screw up your job or the end of your

schooling doing something stupid." mom said.

I was a little pissed off at her comment, but my mom

was never one to mince words, but neither was I.

"Mom, do I have to repeat what I said to you 5 or 6

years ago? I hope you know I kept my word." I said

with an edge on my words to make a point.

"If you mean the time you told me that you don't lie

and you don't fu. . . . screw, I'm afraid the evidence

points other wise." She said.

I stepped right into her path. "Mom, I don't lie and I

don't fuck. That's what I said a long time ago and I

thought you trusted me to keep my word, even though

it's really none of your business, anymore.

I realize if I get pregnant it is your business.

Goddamn it, PLEASE TRUST ME, and my judgment.

That stain ran out of me alright, IT RAN OUT OF MY

MOUTH, if you must know." I said intending to shock

her. By the look on her face, she had just swallowed

her tongue.

Mom composed herself.

"I'm so sorry Carree. I just treated you like my

little girl instead of my grown up woman of a

daughter. I didn't need to hear you say that, and I

guess I had it coming. I should know you have kept

your word. I had no business being so nosy. I can't

stop thinking of you as my little girl." mom said,

dropping her laundry and hugging me. She realized her

mistake and we were fine again.

My words with my mother probably changed our

relationship forever, and probably to the good. She

knew when I told her I was still a virgin that I meant

that we did not have intercourse, Bills penis in my

vagina. I'm sure she understood that we did other

things, but could not bring herself to deal with the

reality of it.

Bill came over just after lunch. He and his mom had

been shopping together Monday morning and he had told

me that they would lunch together before he came for

me. I assumed they were each shopping for my gifts

with each other's help. My mom and I had done the same

just the day before.

My things were waiting for Bill to load into the car

and he did so before he even came upstairs to find me.

"Hey lover," he said as he came into the room, hugged

me and gave my ass a squeeze. He hadn't realized my

Mom was in the room and saw his greeting.

"Oh, hi Mom." He said, embarrassed. " I'm sorry I

didn't see you there."

Mom's only response was to come over and hug the both

of us together. Everything was cool with mom now.

When we opened the door to our room at the Residence

Inn we were both pleasantly surprised. It was actually

bigger than our apartment in Baltimore, and much

nicer.

We methodically unpacked our stuff and made the place

ours. I had finished setting up the bathroom and came

out to see Bill sitting on the upstairs bed in the

loft section of the room. I came over to him and saw

he was in a pensive mood. I hugged his head to my

stomach and petted his head.

"What are you thinking about so seriously, honey pie?"

I asked.

"Lasts," he said. "The last time we do things like we

have done them. This is our last Christmas with our

families the way they are. When we go home on

Christmas Eve it will be the last time we do that with

our families. Then we will start having our own

firsts. Sorry to get so sentimental. My mom and I

talked a lot about a lot of things today. She even

grilled me about sex. She told me to be nice to you,

patient with you because she knows we don't want to

get pregnant. I told her that everything about "us"

was great and not to worry."

"My mom and I had a talk today too, but it had to do

with the cum stain on my bed. She said it proved we

were screwing, she knew it had to run out of me. When

I told her it ran out of my mouth she knew she had

wandered into a place where she didn't belong and that

she should have trusted me." I told Bill.

Bill put his head in his hands.

"God Carree, how can I ever look at your mom again,

knowing that?" Bill said with a chuckle.

"All will be fine," I said as I sat next to Bill on

the bed and hugged him to me.

I pulled him back onto the bed and did a little roll

to end up having him on top of me.

"When are we going to be able to just make love at

times like this?" I asked. "I want you inside of me so

badly right now. You know, just spontaneous, like we

are in the kind of lovey mood we are in right now.

Thinking about us, thinking about the future."

"Maybe with a condom during your safe days after you

finish your period, or is that bending too much? I

know we're both anxious and could talk each other into

anything. But, that seems like it would be more than

99 percent safe, don't you think?" Bill suggested and

asked.

"You're probably right, but we've waited this long and

if I ever GOT pregnant my mom would think we have been

lying all along. Lets stick with the original plan.

Our parents trusted us enough to do this," I said

pointing around to the room we shared. "If anything

happened we would be persona non grata in both their

eyes. Maybe after we get settled in Baltimore we can

just tell them that we are cautiously having sex, or

is it really any of their business then?" I wondered.

"It would truly be our own business then, completely."

Bill said. "I suppose you are right to have to wait. I

don't think either one of is WANT to wait."

"That's for sure, Bill." I said as I kissed him full

on the lips grinding my hips to his. "I don't want to

wait at all," I said, still anxious for loving - NOW.

"Get inside me lover. Screw my little hole. I want you

so bad. We don't have any plans for this afternoon, do

we?"



"Well, if I did," Bill said, "I wouldn't now. Are you

sure you want to do this Carree? I'm always so afraid

of hurting you."

"Billy, if I didn't want it, I wouldn't suggest it. We

should be OK without all the messy stuff. I just want

you in me." I demanded.

Bill was a little reluctant at first, but once he sat

back up and I reached down to rub the growing bulge in

his pants, he was convinced. He reached out and took

the bottom of my sweater top and began to pull it up.

With my new short doo it went easily over my head, and

I didn't have to worry about snags, like before. As

soon as he saw my breasts he kissed my lips and pushed

me back on the bed filling each hand with boob. He was

so sexy.

After a few light kisses he moved his lips to my

nipples giving each gentle kisses just enough to

sensitize the erectile tips. He sat back and reached

for the snap on my skirt. I lifted my butt and he slid

it off, leaving me only in my panty.

I smiled as sexy as I could and turned around on my

hands and knees showing him my butt. He ran his hands

over my panties and then hooked his fingers in the

side to pull them down. Once my pussy was uncovered he

slid his hand between my legs and ran his finger

between my lips. He trailed that finger right up to my

butt hole and rubbed a little of the moistness around.

He bent forward and ran his tongue over and over my

anus. I could barely stand the sensation and had to

slip to my hip to work my panties the rest of the way

off. I wanted to give him more access.

I knelt back up and he put his tongue back home

leaving me wet. I felt a finger slide up my pussy and

before I could catch my breath from that rush, I felt

the flat of his thumb pressure at my rear. He was not

wasting anytime.

"As soon as you think you want lube let me know baby,

and I'll get you ready. You want it spontaneous, and

here it is. If anything isn't right, just let me

know." Bill said lustily.

I didn't let him know that his thumb going in hurt

like hell and burned, I asked for lube right then. We

had just put everything away in the bath, so finding

the KY was no problem. He was back in a flash. In just

a few seconds I felt the cool rush of his coated thumb

go back into me, but it was much better than before.

He forced the length of his thumb up into me as his

other hand busied itself on my clit.

"Oh, baby. Carree, I want to fuck you so bad. To make

love to you, to be inside of you, I want you. Let me

know when you want to try it." He whispered.

I was still trying to get accustomed to his intrusion,

but I knew his penis, being that much bigger, was

going to stretch me even more. I wanted it now.

"Try it now baby. Lube up that pretty penis and try me

now." I said excitedly, even though I knew it would

hurt some at first.

I heard him undo his belt and then his pants hit the

floor.

"Oh Carree, my cock is so hard for you." He said as I

looked back between my legs at his show.

He must have been full of lust because he began to rub

KY over its length right away after he sheathed it

with a condom. We hadn't prepped and I think he wanted

protection in case I wasn't 100 per cent clean. Not a

sexy thought, but a real one. He knelt up on the bed

and re-inserted his thumb, this time sliding into me

much easier. After a couple pistons with his thumb, it

left me and I felt him run the head of his penis

around my crease. When he centered it on my little

hole, he pushed.

Good God, it hurt, but I pushed back to get him all

the way in, past my little knot, and into me right

away. A hot poker would have felt the same, but I hid

my pain. Once he was in I reached back and grabbed his

scrotum to be sure he didn't move.

I wanted to push him out, but I knew the longer I

could hold him in, the faster I would be accustomed to

his size and the pain would ebb.

"Don't move baby, don't move, OK?" I hissed to him.

I put my head down and rested it on my hands. After a

minute or so I instinctively rolled my butt a little

and the movement felt good. I was ready to be screwed.

"Fuck me nice and slow, Billy. Take it easy and make

it last." I asked him.

He began to move, ever so slightly within me. It

didn't take long for the sensation of having something

up my butt to turn into the sensation of being made

love to. No doubt, the gliding effect of the KY jelly

enhanced the feeling.

So far, if this were the first time I was doing this,

it would have been the last. But, I knew the end

result would justify the discomfort I was feeling. Had

I not wanted to be spontaneous and we had used the

proper preparation, I would have no complaints.

I began to breathe in rhythm with his pushes at my

core. Somewhere in the next minute or so I began to

build toward an orgasm and all the thought of the pain

and discomfort of his initial entry were gone.

"Oh my God, Billy. My sweet William! Fuck meeeee! Make

love to me!" I began to cheer to him.

But, my cheers made him stop, as he bent and wrapped

himself around my hands and knees position.

"I love you so much, Carree," he growled in my ear as

his hands mauled my breasts. He then he pushed me

forward to be flat on my stomach on the bed. He

centered all his weight on his penis in my butt to

move his knees to either side of me. He shifted his

weight to his knees then and began to pump in and out

of my flattened figure.

My first orgasm was building fast and I was losing my

breath quickly. Suddenly I was without breath as it

swept over me like a big hand crushing my body. I

opened my mouth to exclaim my ecstasy and nothing came

out. I was sure I was going to pass out when suddenly

Bill lifted his weight from me as he knelt back, in

turn pulling almost all the way from my anal pocket.

That action forced me to inhale quickly to have enough

breath to shriek and exclaim my orgasm.

"Breathe with me Carree, don't pass out," Bill cried

out as he slapped his hand hard across the side of my

ass cheek.

It was not a violent slap, but one whose purpose was

to right my thought process. He knew I could just

orgasm and pass out from not breathing, but the sting

of his hand filled me with an instant rage that

quickly filled my lungs. That sweet breath fueled my

next wave of pleasure and calmed that rage. I knew and

my instinct knew that Bill would never strike me in

anger. The sting of his hand only fixed my focus as I

came again and again, feeding each wave with long and

short breaths.

I could barely see how I could have one more orgasm.

My throat burned from the hard growls and shrieks I

made. My hips and stomach muscles cramped from seeming

to draw each wave from me. Suddenly I felt my clit

seem to bulb out and then a long squirt of my

ejaculate went into the bed.

"ArghhhhhhhhEEEEEEE" was all I could manage make come

out of my mouth as that hot hard orgasm hit.

Finally I was able to reach back and put a hand to

Bills back to try to get him to stop. He took the hint

and laid atop me with his mouth next to me ear.

"Can't take anymore? Do you want me out?" he asked

breathlessly.

"No!" I managed to say as I puffed like a sprinter.

"Just stay still." I added.

Bill stayed deep within me but didn't move. In a few

moments I gathered my self and senses to speak.

"There, I think I'm calmed down. Just pump me nice and

slow Billy." I said as he tried to fulfill my wishes.

Even nice and slow brought me to orgasm too fast,

which would have been OK if I didn't cum so hard, but

I did. I felt my next orgasm building and I tried to

nurse it, but when it crowned, I was holding my breath

trying to muscle by it.

"No more Bill, No more," I said breathlessly as I

tried to squirm from him. "I can't cum anymore, or my

heart will explode, I swear."

He slid effortless from me leaving me feel empty. I

felt cool air rush into my dilated bottom before I

fisted it shut and tried to enjoy the end of the

fucking I just got. I rolled into the fetal position

holding myself tightly with my eyes closed as the last

spasms and sensations left me. I was one long mild

orgasm as I breathed.

I felt Bill pet my back and the side of my bottom

asking me if I was OK. I was more than OK. I felt like

the most loved woman in the world, cursed with being

too orgasmic.



"I'm fine, I'm just riding the wave, Billy," I said.

Billy had become my pet name for Bill. I had used

baby, sweetie, honey and all the standards, but Billy

was pretty personal right now.

I opened my eyes and saw Bill kneeling on the bed

feeling the huge wet spot I had left. Our eyes met and

I smiled sheepishly as if I could help my discharge.

When I lowered my eyes in embarrassment I saw his

hard-on still in a tight firm curl toward the ceiling.

"Peel that slimey, smelly thing off him, and I'll take

care of that little problem for you." I said referring

to his condom.

Bill looked down and grabbed the rolled base and

pulled it up and off his penis. It was all slime

alright, but no evidence of anything else, to my

relief.

I scooted over to where he knelt and took his cock in

my hand. I looked up at him and said, "However you

want me."

"Carree, I had you how I wanted you, it would have

been great to finish that way, but I understand. Plus

I don't like to cum inside a rubber. How do you want

it?" Bill asked.

"You know I like to taste you Billy, but if you want

to finish bareback in my butt, we can do that." I

volunteered.

"No, I know I already hurt you there. Sit on the edge

of the bed and I'll stand in front of you." He said.

"Are you sure? I'll do anything for you." I said.

"You already have, you're such a wonderful lover,

Carree." Bill complimented me.

I scooted up and sat on the edge of the bed and Bill

stood before me. I could see that his penis hurt from

being swollen and engorged so long. I grabbed behind

him and took each of his butt halves in my hand and

brought him to my mouth. My warm mouth cavern going

over his hurting dick made him sigh loudly. I chuckled

a bit at my power to make him feel so good. I went up

and down a couple times and then he brought his hand

to his penis.

"Just hold the head in your mouth. Let me stroke it. I

have to cum right away." He said as I relented his

shaft and just held the head in my mouth. I worked my

tongue around and over his head paying special

attention to the sensitive underside V near the head.

He only stroked a few times and I tasted his pre-cum

and I barely had time to think about it when he moaned

loudly and my mouth filled with his cream. One-two-

three shots and I swallowed and then another two more

before I just put my tongue over the head so I

wouldn't choke if there were any more blasts. I

swallowed 3 mouthfuls before I felt his hand go away

and he sighed. If he were disappointed about not

cumming in my butt, he was passed it already.

"Zzhiiiiiiiiiii-OH" he exclaimed, as he grabbed his

cock in his hand to protect it from me. I slid forward

off the bed to the floor and hugged his legs.

I was satisfied, and he was satisfied. We had waited

almost 10 days with this promise to be alone and we

wasted no time to get to our most intimate.

I wanted to make love sometimes without all the hard

prep that anal sex should really have. Just dropping

your panties and doing it is not so easy back there.

Today was as close as we ever came to that. Bill

didn't know the whole truth of the pain I endured to

do it this way today, and I wouldn't doing it again

too soon either.

Taking him in my bottom was not something we did on a

regular basis. The fact that it had been just a month

since the last time probably marked the shortest time

between, except for once when we did it on consecutive

days.

We had vowed to make it special, and we had kept it

that way. After doing it today, I was pretty sure it

wouldn't happen again until summer. If I knew then how

sore my butt hole was going to be the next morning, I

would have signed off before we started, even though

it was my idea, especially the spontaneous, spur of

the moment part.

We didn't leave our room the rest of the night. We

stayed close to each other, kissed a lot, and necked a

lot too. Around 7 o'clock we had a pizza delivered and

ate it with a bottle of champagne Bill had brought

with him. After a schmaltzy HBO movie we retired to

bed, but I wanted to shower, still feeling a little

"slippery" between the cheeks. Bill ended up coming

into the shower with me and later we sixty-nined on

the bed, falling asleep in each other's arms. Except

for the sore butt I had, every couple in love should

have multitudes of days like this. It was a private

"us" day that I will never forget. When I think of it

now I miss him even more . . . . But appreciate the

time I had with him more. . . . . what if this day

never happened and I DIDN'T have this memory.

We spent the next few days shopping and being with

each other, seeing our friends and having dinner with

our families. On Christmas Eve after intimate moments,

over a breakfast that Bill made for us, we went to the

Mall to watch kids with Santa, their faces lighting up

with the joy only Christmas knows. This is one of the

perks of having children, and I know we dreamed of the

day when it would be our child on Santa's knee.

Early in the afternoon Bill brought me home to my

parents house and he went to his. There, we spent our

last Christmas with our families. After our family

Holiday dinners Bill came over and we exchanged

presents at our house and then brought our bag of

gifts for his family. It was truly a special time for

us.

One gift we got from my future employer, Arens and

Ponds, was a special surprise. It was an 8-day get-

away to Maine as soon as school ended, as long as I

wanted a working vacation. They wanted a review, story

and pictures from a condominium hotel on the seacoast.

Miranda Ponds called me the day after Christmas and

told me that they had this opportunity to work with

some New England resorts, but the time frame fell just

prior to their yearly meetings in the Caribbean and

the staff was stretched to the max. Would I be open to

doing the 8 days for two, and then have 6 days off

before going to meet her and the company in St.

Thomas? The only catch was, it began 2 days after

graduation, it left me only 6 days afterward to move

to Baltimore and then fly to the yearly company

meetings. I would then have until the Fourth of July,

when the office re-opened, (actually on Monday the

7th) to begin work. It would be hectic. Miranda had

taken the liberty of contacting my parents to make

sure Bill didn't have to start work that early. (He

didn't, he was free until the second Monday in June)

Christmas night, and every night that remained of our

Holiday recess we spent falling asleep in each other's

arms. That alone was "making love". Our contentment

from just being with each other was palpable.

The only evening we did not spend in our hideaway was

the one night we spent in Baltimore. Arens and Ponds

had flown me to Baltimore for a company New Years Eve

party. This, along with their yearly meeting in St.

Thomas, was another general meeting that mixed

business with pleasure and was a real morale booster.

Seminars, meetings and company updates began at noon

and continued throughout the day. Bonus incentives

were handed out at a general meeting at 6:00pm, over

dinner. The New Years bash began at 10:00 in the same

Hotel/Convention Center. Everyone was encouraged to

stay off the roads and stay at the hotel, all paid

for, of course. I paid an extra plane fare for Bill,

as we would spend New Years Eve morning looking at the

prospective property Arens and Ponds had set up for

me, with an option to purchase after 24 months. It was

everything Miranda Ponds had promised and more. The

neighborhood was definitely upscale and the paper they

held on the property would have been a bargain at near

double the price. I did need to complete 2 years at

Arens to qualify for the option to buy.

Schools swan song was sweet as our educations already

bore the fruit of selected careers. Saying goodbye to

my roommates, Henny and Maria, was a task. We planned

to visit each other from time to time, while trying to

stay in close touch via e-mail and telephone.

Our families combined our Graduation parties into one

huge get together. The Wilson's and the Kasc families

had gotten to know each other quite well and the

fruits of that union were the tremendous pile of

Congratulation cards and gifts we received. Many who

were aware of our situation in Baltimore helped

furnish our new home as if we were getting married

already. Sweeter yet, the amount of cash we received

let us begin our lives together totally debt-free. We

were cash poor, but owed no one. We had a stash in the

bank, but that was for the future. In Baltimore we

would live hand to mouth for a short time, but we saw

bright lights at the end of a short tunnel. We figured

a budget that had us in daylight in just a couple

paychecks, and in bright sunshine soon thereafter.

My life would be hectic for the next month, but after

that I figured I would be ready to sit down and absorb

everything that happened in the last 4 years and put a

perspective to it all.

The day after our party we had one whole day to

prepare for our trip to Maine. A voucher came that day

to buy a laptop computer for my work. Nothing like

cutting it close!! The product order was specific, but

CompUSA had it all put together and waiting for me. It

seems they had their copy of the order and my voucher

for quite a time.

Packing to go to Maine was crazy because I had no idea

what to expect. My mom and Dad gave me a little

insight as they had vacationed there right after

school themselves. I knew the ocean there would be

different from any I had seen in Jersey or the

Caribbean, and I didn't know what Miranda wanted when

she asked for the whole review and story to be New

England flavored. But, I was pretty adaptable and, I

had a secret weapon along with me, Bill Wilson.

Looking back, I don't think I could have gotten

serious in my creative writing without his push and

ghosting.

As soon as we got into Maine we got off the highways

and took the by-ways and it became apparent that

finding a different New England feel would be easy.

The look, the mood of life, was altogether different

from the pace Bill or I knew, and it was to our

liking. Once we settled in our condo at Wells Beach

our whole attitude changed, life was at a slower pace

here and we relished it. We met with the owners, who

had 3 properties on the Maine seacoast. They were a

nice couple that thought they had a product that was

untapped with the international, upscale traveler. The

South Sea Isle crowd knew little of the existence of

the quaint, relaxing attitude and subtle charm of

areas like this. I knew what my job of conveying their

product would entail.

When we walked the beach I think we fell in love all

over again. There was a feeling of newness to our

relationship as we took in the sea air and feel.

Instead of long stretches of pure white powder sand,

as I knew the Caribbean Beaches to be from my trip

there, the beach here was a packed carpet of sand that

lent itself to walking. It made us feel alone in our

own spot in the universe, despite the hundreds of

people, walking and taking in the same feel. Numerous

times during our walk we stopped and looked out over

the ocean landscape and then turned and kissed to make

sure we sealed each moment. Our want for each other

was something you could almost reach out and touch.

"How many of the couples walking on the beach right

now are going to make love when they get back to their

rooms?" Bill asked.

"Every one, it would seem." I said. "Just something

about the air and the view and the eternity of it all,

I guess. Don't feel bad because we won't be doing it,

Billy, I have my period anyway." I added.

"Oh well, I guess we aren't missing anything at all

then, but it sure seems like a nice thought though."

Bill countered.

"I didn't say I wouldn't mind having you for a little

love snack, lover. I might enjoy it as much as you." I

said as I stopped and turned to him, giving his crotch

a little squeeze.

"You are so bad, Carree, but I love you that way."

Bill said laughing and kissing me.

"When I finish my period, do we think we want to try a

safe sex session? I know all the things we have talked

about, but once I've have stopped flowing, there

really is no egg to fertilize for a few days. Plus if

you wear a condom, and don't cum inside of me . . ." I

said stopping and looking pleadingly into Bills eyes.

"But, what if . . . " Bill started.

"If I got pregnant from this once, we would be married

by Christmas and I would have a baby next ummm . . .

April. Yes, it would rush things, but I thought we

were going to tell our parents that we were going to

start having protected sex, once we began to live

together. This is only a few weeks difference. Really

Bill, the chance I would really get pregnant are so

slim . . . ." I said before Bill interrupted.

"Whoa, you don't have to talk me into it. It's you

that always puts the brakes on when we really start to

think about this. You know how much I love to make

love to you, . . . a . . . you know, in your bottom.

But, you must know that I really want to just be

inside of the real you, your womb, and your center.

The other is nice and has a place in our life, but

this is so special.

Why don't you think about it up until you finish your

period? If you haven't talked yourself out of it, I'm

already talked into it. The consequence, if you want

to call it that, would be a reason to be married

sooner and to have a family. We've already talked

about what great day-care Arens has for the women

there. But, I think we are worrying about nothing. In

your situation, and with a condom, and if I pull out

before I cum, I think we are over 99 percent covered."

"As of right now, I agree." I said. "Maybe it's this

ocean air mood we are in and once we get back to the

room we will come to our senses. I won't finish my

period until at least tomorrow, so I have time to

think." I said.

"It sounds smart and fair to me baby doll. Whatever

you decide makes me happy, you know that." He said

whispering in my ear as he hugged me close to him, his

erection ever so obvious.

"Thanks for respecting me and whatever my decision,

Billy. Now, why don't we get back to the room so I can

lower the tide on the little wave you have going down

below." I said as sexy as I could.

We had already walked about 2 miles of Wells 3 mile

beach, but suddenly we had an urgency to get back to

our condo that overlooked all of this. I did want to

feel that hard cock in my mouth and taste his cum. It

made me happy, and him delirious. Although I came

spontaneously from giving him oral sex, I knew he

would really make it all up to me with his tongue, and

soon. He always had. The closeness, the intimacy, the

fact it was something only we had experienced with

each other, still made oral love a hot turn-on for us.

We reversed direction and began our arm and arm trek

back to the privacy of our room.

"Did we really just talk ourselves into taking my real

virginity back there, after all of this time and

wait?" I asked Bill.

"Isn't it more that we have just reached the moment we

always waited for? We always said that a slip up would

ruin our future, number one, because of school. Well,

school is over. Number two, because we would need to

have our careers set, and they more or less are. These

aren't our perfect jobs, but if forced to live with

them, I think we would both be happy. Number three,

financial stability so we could bring a child into the

world and not have to make a train wreck of our

dreams, and we have that.

I, obviously, don't want us to be preggers now, but if

the situation presented itself, we are beyond

disaster. We just held this one thing, this ultimate

sign of our love; in abeyance to be sure we couldn't

hurt our future. I think that future is now. Look how

we have analyzed it, and the chances of us making a

baby are almost nil." Bill rationalized.

"You won't be disappointed, or hold it against me if I

change my mind?" I asked, a little facetiously.

Bill stopped in his tracks.

"Carree, you are my life. How can you even ask me that

question? Just asking it makes me feel I talked you

into something, when it was you who brought it up."

Bill said, doubting me.

"I guess I didn't mean it the way it came out, Billy."

I said as I rubbed my fingers on his cheek and then

cupping his chin to bring his lips to mine.

With our lips just a whisper apart and our eyes

looking into our souls, I said, "This is the last

thing I've held from you, and you from me; the final

proof of our love, as if there is a doubt. I want it

to be perfect, and well thought out. A hard penis and

a wet vagina don't make wise decisions, as we have

seen first hand through others. Whether we do it, or

don't do it, I don't want you to love me one bit

less." I said as I started the most passionate kiss we

ever shared.

We held the kiss and pulled each other closer and left

all caution to the wind about how or who might see our

expression. Our teeth clicked together as our tongues

sought to go inside each other's beings. Bills lips

were suctioned over mine, our bodies pressed to each

other, with our arms seeming to press every breath

from each other's bodies.

He finally relented and we looked into each other's

eyes.

"Wow, that was hot. Have we ever kissed that deeply?"

I asked.

"I don't think so, but I never loved you more than I

do now, or will, until the next tick of time goes by.

I love you Carree, and you are me and I, you and both,

we." Bill philosophized.

I locked arms with Bill and tugged at him to start our

walk again in earnest.

"Come on, I've got to have you right now. Let's get

back to the room before I end up taking you in my

mouth right here on the beach." I said impatiently.

If I didn't have my monthly flow we would be making

love in just a few minutes. Admittedly, during that

flow it may have even been safer for sex, but we had

read that, even then, couples had gotten pregnant.

But, the mess, the whole thing, was something I wanted

no part in sharing, especially that way. Making love

should be perfect, and somehow, rutting in my blood

was not my idea of perfect. As much as we shared each

other's lives and its personal details, the most

chagrin I felt in the past was when I had burns on my

hands and Bill had to change a tampon for me. Wiping

my butt was personal enough, but it seemed minor

compared to the tampon thing. I was mortified, but had

no choice but to ask him at the time.

I quickly put all those thoughts away as we picked up

our step to get back faster. I really wanted him

between my lips, and over my tongue. I wanted to feel

the heart of the man I loved. I wanted to feel it beat

in my mouth as I brought him to his orgasm. I also

knew that the mere act of taking him into my mouth

would bring me to orgasm. Not as deep an orgasm as one

he would assist me with, using a tongue or finger. But

I know I need only to reach down and touch my bared

clit to feel a wave hit me. I needed that release now.

We climbed the steps from the beach to our condo two

at a time. We were both hot for each other. Once

inside the door Bill turned to me to say something,

but I just covered his lips with mine and grabbed at

the band of his shorts. I pushed him backwards to the

edge of a desk where he could rest his cute butt. I

pulled up the desk chair and sat in front of him.

Curling my fingers in his waistband at his hips I slid

his shorts down. He was already pretty hard as his

penis popped up, released from its entrapment. I took

it in my hand and bent towards his belly to expose his

balls that I quickly took into my mouth, one at a

time, to loll over my tongue and tease him further.

Once wet with my spittle I used my other hand to rub

that cute sack and look into his face.

"Oh Carree," he breathlessly whispered. "You're so

good to me. How could I ever deserve your love or

repay you for the pleasure you give me?"

"Don't you believe we were put here for each other,

Bill? Pleasure needn't be repaid when it's mutual,

lover. Making love to you has got me so turned on." I

said as I stood and slipped off my walking short.

My bare vagina needed my hand to pull at its lips and

arrange them, as well as my tampon string. I closed my

eyes to revel in the pleasure my hand brought to my

now blood filled mound. I felt my clit pop its hood

like a little hard on as it anticipated my touch. I

realize that pulling at my lips made it pop up, but it

still seemed to have a mind of its own.

I got my crotch to the edge of the chair where I could

easily touch myself and looked up only to have Bills

penis bump my nose.

"Somebody's impatient." I scolded as I kissed the tip

and its little pee slit.

There would be no more words from my mouth as I filled

it with his cock, over and over again, as I sucked it

like a melting ice cream stick. The deep exhales,

catches of breath and subtle moans told me that he was

enjoying this little prelude.

Once I had sucked and licked every inch of him I took

him from my mouth to admire him at full attention. I

couldn't help but drop my mouth over him and begin to

bob my head over plum of it. With one hand holding his

balls while using that hands thumb to rotate over and

over the base of his cock, my other hands fingers were

pinched together behind my middle finger as it slid

long strokes right over my clit. If I didn't push the

hood over it on the down stroke to blunt the direct

touch, I would be sore and cumming already.

Bill nudged involuntarily toward my mouth on each down

stroke trying to get a little more into my mouth, but

I was happy for just the head and another inch or so

to piston in and out. The velvet smooth of the plum

felt so erotic on my tongue as it passed over and over

it. I was a razors edge from hitting a perfect orgasm

from my clit. It was the little charge I was looking

for. Almost electric, it was like a constant exposure

to a low voltage charge. With just the right touch I

could hold that bare wire to my sexual release for

quite a time. It was time to get to the business at

hand, or mouth, I guess you would say.

I rolled my eyes up to see Bill's pleasure and he was

looking right into my eyes. He smiled, mouthed a kiss

and rolled his eyes to the ceiling to show me his

pleasure. I half smiled around the shaft in my mouth

as our eyes met again. Without words we had decided

that this was the way he would cum, with our eyes

locked together to convey wordless affirmations of

passion and pleasure.

It didn't take long for me to taste a little bleachy

report from his pre-cum as his body ran through its

final systems check for a good blast off. What strange

creatures we were with perfect systems of checks and

balances for its purposes.

I increased my suction just a little to help Bill get

over the edge. I know I always compared the closeness

of orgasm like climbing a ladder and balancing on the

top step. Sooner or later you would lose your balance

and have to jump off to safely. Bill was about ready

to jump, he was losing his balance.

One watery blast hit my tongue and Bills right hand

loosened its grip in the edge of the desk to wrap two

if its fingers around the base of his penis to help

pump out his orgasm. His fingers did not impede me at

all as I sought to swallow on each up stroke to make

sure I didn't gag or choke with a full mouth. He

seemed to shoot and ooze for minutes, when I know it

was not that long, but the seeming slow motion of the

situation made the pleasure seem to last forever. My

orgasm was steady and kind to my mood as I relished in

the pulsing passion in my mouth and the moans of

pleasure and adoring adulation his eyes conveyed to

mine.

Finally he pushed his fingers up his shaft to force my

mouth from it. He could take no more of the intense

attention I was paying it. Both of his hands went to

his crotch as he rolled back onto the desk, folding

his knees up with a deep guttural moan. He was in a

fetal ball on the desktop. I was just about to end my

long orgasm as my strokes went to a loving pinch and

massage of my clit.

I leaned forward and gave each of his cute butt cheeks

an adoring kiss, and couldn't resist giving his little

butt hole a snakey tongue kiss as well, making him

spin and jump up.

"Oh stop, Carree, are you trying to kill me? I can

only take so much." He shouted impatiently.

"I know," I replied, "I trying to find out just how

much," I said with an evil look.

He smiled and came and knelt before me as I lay back

in the desk chair a little. His hands pushed up my t-

shirt and he dropped his mouth to each of my nipples

to sort of crown my tingle session. I could barely

stand this for a half minute before I pulled down the

shirt and pushed his mouth away.

This wasn't intercourse, but it was certainly making

love, and we were exhausted by it. After being shunned

away from my breasts Bill fell back to the carpeted

floor and stared at the ceiling. I fell forward to my

knees and slumped over him, hugging my breasts to his.

We lay like this on the floor to the sound of the

waves crashing outside our room. A ringing phone would

eventually interrupt our reverie.

"Oh crap, that's that Allan guy who was supposed to

call. I better get it." I said as I climbed from the

floor.

It was Gary Allan, a publicist friend of the resorts

ownership group head, who wanted to meet with me. We

spoke briefly about ideas he had for promotion of the

Maine seacoast and his friends 3 resort properties. If

he was any kind of publicist, why didn't he take the

job himself?

He kept babbling about getting money from the State

tourist council for using their logo, and to tell you

the truth, I was so burnt from my session with Bill

that I didn't hear a word he said. I arranged to meet

him the next morning. He was someone I really didn't

need to meet, but Seaside Resorts Inc wanted me to

meet with him, so I would. I really wasn't there to

get marketing ideas. I was there to put the experience

into words to spawn marketing ideas from the team at

Arens and Ponds. They wanted my suggestions, but the

translation of my experience was their real job.

While I was on the phone Bill got up and went to the

shower to freshen up and hope for a second wind. I

knew we were both hungry and a seafood dinner at an

ocean restaurant would satisfy. However, four miles of

walking and hot love making tended to wear a body down

in this air.

I did a zombie walk into the bath area and as long as

I was not dressed, I got into the generous sized

shower with Bill. He turned and smiled me and we

hugged, telling each other how tired we were. We each

washed separately and while he rinsed I bent to pay

special attention to my feet, getting the sand from

between my toes. When I straightened up I turned to

see Bill with a smirk and a hard on.



Although proud that my butt could generate life in a

well-spent penis so easily, I shook my head at him.

"You are a horn toad." I said. "Does that thing ever

rest? Ummm, not that I want it to, but you should give

it time off occasionally."

"I'm sorry, Care, but you have the finest ass I have

ever, or will ever, see. The sight of it makes me

nuts, plus knowing that I have been in that little

hiney hole that shows when you bend, makes me even

harder. Don't blame me for getting horny over you,

Care. You turn me on so, and I love you so."

"Well, relief is your problem. I'm hungry, but I want

dinner. Right now any sex would wear me out." I said

exasperated at his ever-erect penis.

We walked out of the shower area and started getting

dressed, but Bill wanted to keep the subject alive.

"Geez Care, it's no big deal. It goes up and down a

lot during the day with you around. You didn't think I

had to wank it or stick it someplace every time it got

hard, did you?" Bill said to me, a little annoyed.

"Why do you think I always have so much to give each

time I splash? I leave it alone and let it build for

the best time for us."

"To quote you Billy, "Geez", did you think I was that

big a dope?" I joked. "I just said that because you

had that "look what I did" look on you face when I

turned and saw it winking its one eye at me. I have a

feeling that if you had to get off each time it got

hard, you'd only weigh 40 pounds." I said as I pulled

my shorts up over my panties while Bill was stuffing

the monster into his jeans.

Bill chuckled and we hugged, and locked up the condo

and headed out for dinner.

"If you feel like it, we can take the Trolley to the

Grey Gull Inn for dinner and walk back. The brochure

says tonight low tide is about 8:30. They say you can

walk all the way to Wells Beach from the Gull at low

tide." I said as I perused the brochures I singled out

on the way here.

"Sounds good to me, if you're up to it." Bill said.

I couldn't resist. I turned and patted him right on

the penis. "I know you're always UP to it, huh, little

Billy." I said as I turned and ran from him. He caught

me at the door and pinched my ass.

"Very funny." He said as we went arm and arm down to

the trolley stop to go to dinner.

Dinner was as romantic as it gets. We watched the

ocean go dark and the reflection of the moon on the

cold black surface. Occasionally a boat would sail

through the long lit reflection of the moons light.

After dinner we asked the waiter the best place to get

to the beach for the walk to Wells and he took us to

the front porch and counted down houses and told us

the path to follow. It was a beautiful long romantic

walk. We stopped to kiss, hug and neck, over and over.

If I had one more drink I would have loved to have sex

on the beach right there. I still was flowing a bit

from my period so it would have had to been me doing

him, but it would have been incredibly sexy. But the

wine would have had to make me brave enough. As much

as I wanted to do it, and it was dark, it was still

outside, in public. Our smooching, feeling, and

hugging was sexy enough though. We came upon other

couples doing the same thing. We walked close to the

water, but wondered what was happening back up on the

dunes. We thought we saw movement, but we let people

have their privacy.

When we got back to our condo we climbed the steps and

went inside, only to walk right out on the veranda to

enjoy the ocean air and ink black view splashed with

moonlight. We ended up on the chaise together and just

watched the water crash and ebb. After a time I became

aware of another sound and I motioned to Bill to be

quiet and cupped my ear to signal him to listen. On

the veranda beside us, separated by only 2 feet in

between and a thatched web blind, we heard a couple

making love. The squeaking chaise was unmistakable, as

well as the moan of the woman. The man simply hummed a

loudly as he struck bottom each time. She was

obviously beginning to orgasm as she got a little

louder in unison with the quickening squeak.

The more we listened the more aware I became of Bills

hard cock under me. I slid over a bit and pulled down

his zipper and reached inside to set him free. I

kissed the tip and smiled at Bill as I began to stroke

him. He stopped me and peeled my cropped sweater top

off over my head. While I stroked his cock, he

massaged my breasts and pinched at my nipples. His

attention made my boobs ache and want to be sucked at.

He was only glad to oblige me as I fed him my breasts.

Once the tingle in my breasts subsided, I got beck to

jerking him off. I was going in rhythm to the couple

next door, but they got pretty fast paced. Finally she

said something urgent to him and he got up. As we

craned our necks as much as we could from the chaise,

we figured he was jerking off over the balcony. We

just couldn't figure what else he was doing in the low

light we had. We kept perfectly still so as not to be

discovered. A few seconds later we heard him grunt and

groan, sounding like he was cumming. She giggled and

said something like, "That was nice", and they got up

and we heard their door slide shut.

What we heard was hot, but we were sure embarrassed to

be caught out there. Actually, we discovered that the

only people who could see you on your veranda or

balcony were people on the beach. For you to see into

anyone's balcony you really had to lean out over the

rail and that would be just too gauche. We later

realized that maybe they knew we were there and wanted

to put on a show for us. The only thing we were

jealous of was the fact they were having intercourse

and we weren't.

Between hearing them making love and Bills hand and

tongue play with my breasts I was ready to get off. He

didn't like to play with me during my period; we had

one too many accidents when we were inexperienced with

each other. I didn't blame him, the bloody mess

freaked me out too, but I knew how to get off without

making one. So, I got up from the chaise and spun

around, sitting at the foot.

"Watch me, Bill. Watch me get my jollies while you

stroke that beautiful cock for me." I said to his

smiling approval.



We both began to masturbate in earnest. I should have

told him to wait, and that I would finish him with my

mouth, but I really needed to get off. The whole night

of romance had me totally frustrated. If there was a

night when I wanted to 69 and have a monster O, it was

tonight, but with Bloody Mary at the bar, nothing was

going to happen.

My orgasm was going to be fast and I wanted to lie

back, but being on the end of the chaise it was

impossible. Once I began the cumming stage of my clit

play I brought up my knees and spun around again and

laid back so I could really grind one out. This put my

head right between his legs, and if I looked up I saw

his hand going up and down.

My O came with a big spasm and I did just what I

turned and laid back for, to grind out a knee biting,

toe curling spasm to soothe my pussy. I just got to

where I could no longer stand my own touch when I felt

a splat hit my boobs. Bill came.

"Oh, don't get it in my hair." I said trying to move

away, but I felt a drop hit my forehead. I risked

looking up and getting a shot in my eye, but I saw

Bill put his hand over the tip so he couldn't spray

me. He laughed and made a joke about the conditioner I

might be using, but he really didn't hit my hair at

all. We ended up laughing and cleaning each other up.

It had been a nice day for us. We hadn't just kissed

and smooched and necked so much in a long time. Not

really having any mutual sex available to us made

those things even sexier. The oral sex I had done on

him earlier was so nice. It was my idea and my

aggression that made it happen, I liked that. Any

woman who doesn't feel the power she has and the

absolute sexiness of doing her man, without any

expectations, has really missed something.

We fell asleep in each other's arms to sounds of the

crashing ocean. What a peaceful and sexy way to end

the day.

About 3:30 in the morning I heard Bill get up and go

to the bathroom. He saw I was awake and apologized for

waking me.

"You didn't wake me. I was awake already, lying here

thinking." I said.

"About what, the review and things you have to get

done?" Bill asked.

"No. About us, about us making love like real couples

do. I think I want it Bill. You know, on my safe days.

They say 72 hours after you stop flowing is safe, but

if we keep to 48 hours and use a condom and you pull

out. . . . I know it sounds like jumping through

hoops, but I want to have you in me, in my vagina,

where you should be, reaching the depths of me. With

our lips locked together with our eyes open to see the

pleasure we give each other. I want it to happen Bill.

I want it to happen now, as soon as I stop, OK?" I

said looking at him in the dark with just the ambient

light from the outside reflecting in his eyes.

"Oh Goddddd, Carree," Bill said, his voice quivering.

"For the first time in our life together you are

saying this where I can really agree with you. It's

time. We need to cross this bridge. God, I'm

trembling, Carree. You must think I'm a big wuss or

something, but this means so much to me, to us. Yes, I

think we are ready. Let's make it happen here, with

the ocean crashing." He said sliding over and holding

me tighter than he ever did.

We held each other and cried each other to sleep. No

tears of sadness were shed, just sheer and utter joy.

All of our careful waiting was going to have its first

finale.

We woke in the morning still in each other's arms and

the sun peaking into our room. It was very early and

we watched the sun come up. The tide was pretty high

and there were not too many walkers on the beach. Once

the sun got above our window we lie back and just

looked at each other and smiled. We fell asleep for

another couple hours, waking to the ring of the phone.

After a groggy "hello" I realized it was Garry Allan

the fellow I was supposed to meet on behalf of Seaside

Resorts.

"We have an 11 o'clock appointment and I know how easy

it is to let time slip by up here. The sound of the

ocean can make you sleep for hours." He said.

"Oh my God, Garry, I'm not late, am I?" I asked

incredulously.

"No, but it's 10 o'clock and you wouldn't be my first

morning appointment who slept through it." He said.

"Well, I'm a little surprised we aren't up yet, so

thanks for calling. I'll see you in the office in an

hour." I said as I hung up.

Holy crap, I really may have slept through if he

hadn't called. I shook Bill and told him we were late

and I was getting in the shower. He acted like he had

a hangover.

Before I got in the shower I checked my tampon and

knew I was at the end of my flow, or near the end. I

was excited that tonight might be the night.

I was just rinsing my hair when Bill came into the

shower. We kissed and I got out to dry and do my hair.

"Are you expecting me to go with you this morning?" he

shouted over the shower.

"Of course. I'm meeting a man I don't even know who

wants to ride me along the coast to show me romantic

reasons why couples might come here instead of the

Caribbean. I can handle myself, but I would like you

to be there." I said.

"I know I would feel better." Bill said as he finished

up his shower.

Garry Allan was a guy very full of himself and a local

know-it-all, it turned out. He thought he was big city

slick but his naeveties really showed through. His

homespun attitude may have worked with the locals, but

we were trying to sell this to a client totally the

opposite of the Down East Mainers. The Seaside Resorts

owners were just making sure that the city slickers

knew what they were selling. I am sure they had never

spent this kind of money before on promotion and

advertising, but were ready to graduate to the big

time and maybe get some international business to get

their feet wet and expand beyond Maine. Bill summed it

all up. Garry was a protection for the nervous local

stockholders, and he was probably right. I thanked

Garry for "all his help"; made evident by the hundreds

of faux notes I took. I had done a service for the

client by seeing this fellow, and maybe even made some

points with them.

After just 24 hours I could have written enough to

fill a brochure. The thick New England feel of the

area was quite pleasing and made me feel like I had

been here forever. We still had a lot of food to try

and local entertainment and sights to see. We still

had 6 more nights here, and we knew at least one of

them was going to be very eventful.

We spent the rest of the day, after Garry Allan's

meeting, visiting local antique dealers of which there

were many. Bill was surprised his parents had never

been here with their obsession with old stuff. Bills

knowledge of antiques helped me tremendously in my

note taking and descriptions. We got permission for

some photos of a few places more quaint. This

assignment was given to me because it was fluff,

compared to the high roller accounts Arens and Ponds

normally handled. I was going to make an impression

with my report and input.

We got back to our room about 7 o'clock and we were

famished. We should have stayed out to eat, but I got

caught without a bathroom when I needed it. Rather

than stop at the grocery store or a gas station, we

were close enough to get back to the room. I knew I

could check my progress with my period too. I was

excited for both of us that a new door was going to

open for us, sexually.

I came out of the bathroom and saw Bill sitting in the

easy chair beside the bed where he was, of course,

reading a newspaper. (He was in his glory here, they

had both Boston papers, both New York tabs, a New

Hampshire and the Portland paper, plus the WSJ)

I went to the back of the chair and bent to whisper in

his ear.

"Guess whose gonna fuck my pussy tonight?" I whispered

in his ear.

The paper went down.

"Are you sure? You think you're all done? Even now in

the light of day and everything, you haven't changed

your mind?" Bill asked.

I massaged both of his shoulders with my willowy

fingers.

"Unt - Uh. No change of mind, no change of heart. I

want you to make love to me tonight. I would do it

right now, except in my fantasy it's in a dark room

with candles lit. We have to go get dinner, and buy

candles. This is going to be the night we have waited

all of our life's love for Billy Wilson. I may not be

a real virgin, but you know I've always wanted you,

and only you Bill."

"God Carree, lets get out and do something before I

burst out of my pants." Bill said getting up grabbing

his crotch.

He grabbed my arm and we left. He was so cute.

We hopped into the car and went to Oqunquit and

Perkins Cove. These were two real touristy spots that

screamed big bucks for those who wanted to shop. The

women's clothing stores and the gift shops were very

pricey, if not exclusive. We found a little spot

called the Lobster Shack and had a quiet dinner even

though the place was packed. Afterward we got an ice

cream and took a nature walk on a path called the

Marginal Way. It was as romantic as anything else we

had done. What great sights from the walkway!!

The walk ended in the middle of town and we walked

back to where we had parked. It was close to dark and

we passed a candle shop and went in and bought at

least 10 candles with bases, floating candles and

votives. We were ready for the drive back for our

night of love.

The drive back was very quiet as we sat and thought,

looking to read each other's eyes from time to time.

Each time our eyes met it elicited a big smile from

either of us. We were ready, we were thought out, it

was time. The rest of the ride back was eerily silent

and we contemplated what we were going to do. No

change of mind, no change of heart. It was going to

happen.



There was a tension that was thick between us when we

pulled into the parking garage and gathered our things

and went upstairs to our room. The only way to

describe it was that the world was buzzing by at 100

MPH, while we stood frozen and watched. It reached a

fever pitch until the walked in to the room. The latch

clicked to signal the door closed and locked and our

eyes met and we leapt into each other's arms.

"Oh my God, Carree, I never realized how much I love

you, how much I want to possess you and be yours until

this moment." Bill whispered into my ear. "We've spent

years and years saying I LOVE YOU and making each

other happy with physical gratification and enjoying

each other as if there were no one else in the world.

But, now it really is true. There is no one else in

the world and our union really could bring another

life into our world, a direct result of our love. What

an incredible miracle. I know we are taking every

precaution to make sure that doesn't happen, but I

just realized that if it did, what an absolute joy and

gift it would be, because I love you and you love me

and together it's a love so strong we can make another

life to share that love with."

I went to answer Bills realization but the

overwhelming desire to put my mouth on his and kiss

him won over. I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth

and then rolled mine with his together in each other's

mouths. My arms were glued to his back and I could

feel each of my fingers between ribs, as I held him

tightly to me as if some force might want to take him

from me. His hands held my lower back and my ass to

him, as we stood for minutes in this passionate

embrace. It was the kiss of the ages and it

transmitted volumes of feelings to each of us.

Finally our lips parted and I was able to form sounds

to whisper in his ear.

"Your words, Bill. Your read your words right off my

heart, I swear. So beautiful, Oh my God Bill, so

beautiful, we are one. There will be no time in our

lives so right for what will happen tonight between

us. Fate planned this all for us. How perfect." I

breathlessly worded into his ear.

Finally our embrace and kiss broke and we eased our

grips on each other to stand back and look at each

other. After what seemed a long moment, I spoke.

"Part of me wants to throw you to the floor and push

you inside of me to love and possess me and prove our

oneness and relieve the excitement and joy that is

building within me. Another voice is telling me to let

you gently take me, and me take you, both under the

shower to wash everything else away and leave nothing

but our flesh for each other to consume. Consume we

must with our tongues at every tender part of our

bodies to excite and anticipate the great union we

will share tonight. As much as I cannot wait to have

you within what makes me a woman, I do want to wash

and make perfect your body for me to consume and

excite." I said philosophically to be sure Bill knew

how I loved him so, but I really had no doubts. He

knew, I knew.

"Let's get everything in the room ready the way we

want it so when we come out of the shower we have no

interruptions." Bill said as he retrieved the bag from

the candle store.

We each took candles and put them around the room. The

owners of the condo must have made this their love

nest often enough as well. There we candle dishes,

floating candle pads, and other holders placed around

the room. Each were in a safe spot to be left to burn

for hours, and once we had ours lit it was obvious

that they formed a circle around the bed, each

strategically placed to contain light and aim it to

the bed. As we lit the last candles and looked at the

scene, our eyes met and we smiled. It WAS a place for

love, to be sure.

Bill drew open the curtains and opened the French

doors wide, while locking the screens. The burst of

cool sea air filled the room and made perfect the

ambiance. The moon would hang center in our picture as

we lay in bed that night, if we had time to look at

it.

The bath in our condo was large and had a tub with

shower and a large shower, clearly meant for two,

although with its seat in one corner and the safety

bars, its intention was probably for handicapped. The

placement of the candles, the dEcor of the room, the

large added shower told me this room was a love nest

for its owners. We would try to hold tradition for

them.

While the room was spacious for a bath in a unit

condo, the addition of the extra shower made it a

little cramped. Still though, we waited to get inside

the room to begin removing our clothes. We undressed

ourselves until we got to our underwear. There and

then we embraced again and I heard Bill draw deeply

into his lungs as he ran his hands over the near naked

skin of my body.

"You are beautiful, so perfect, both inside and out. I

have done nothing in life to deserve such perfection.

I will be sure to always treasure you Carree, and

never ever hurt you." He said as if he were proposing

again.

I blushed and relished in his strong hands running

over my body. I was doing the same for him.

"I don't know what I have ever done to deserve you

either Bill. You are so perfect for me and we know

each other, in and out, so perfectly, so intimately.

Last night while I lay awake thinking about us I

thought of something silly. We have been part of each

others life for 4000 days, with few of those ever

spent without seeing or talking to each other. For the

lion's share of those 4000, any time I spent away from

you, I spent wishing I was near you, or could hear

your voice. Something tells me that we won't be

growing tired of each other soon." I said.

"Not with so many things of love and life to share, if

we ever do grow tired of each other, the memories will

buoy our love until our last days." Bill said as he

unsnapped my bra.

I stepped away from him to let my breasts go free and

the garment drop. I reached out and slid my fingers

over his back and down under the band of his under

shorts over his buttocks until they fell to the floor.

The only snag I hit was the fact that, surprise, his

penis was erect. I reached and took his penis in one

hand and his ball sack in my other. They were both

warm and damp from their hiding place. My hands and

fingers massaged and stretched their prizes to get

them accustomed to the free air again. The second I

let go, Bill reached out and took the hip ties to my

panties and pulled them to let the front and back

panels drop. I bought these just yesterday while

shopping with Bill. The panties were cut, and tied,

like a bikini bathing bottom. However, they were so

sheer you could roll them into a small ball. He ran

his hand down my belly over my bare mound and through

the furrow of my vagina to arrange and pull my lips,

teasing me, as I did him.

He smiled and looked me in the eye, winking.

"Hmmt, no string," he chuckled.

We now stood naked before each other and embraced,

once again running our hands over each others naked

backs as if to feel and verify each others body while

our sexuality intermingled. It was as if we were

seeing and touching each other for the first time.

Bill stepped back and turned on the shower, adjusting

the water to our liking and he took my hand to escort

me in. Now, we had showered and washed each other

many, many times before, as well as having both oral

and anal sex under the steams of a showers water. But,

tonight was totally different. We each gingerly washed

each other as if we were porcelain dolls, gently

cleansing and scrubbing each other from between our

toes to behind each others ears amid giggles and

sighs.

Upon finishing we gently dried each other and went arm

and arm to the dressing table where Bill helped me dry

my hair, and I combed his. When we turned off the rest

of the lights, only the candles glow from the bedroom

remained. We turned down the sheets and bedspread

beforehand, so the bed was set. We stood back and

looked outside to the sound of the waves crashing in

the distant low tide, and then Bill put his arm around

my shoulder and scooped me up into his arms. He

carried to the bed and set me down on the cool sheets.

"You are my virgin bride tonight, Carree. This is the

night we have waited for, it seems forever. I cannot

put into words how much I love you, especially right

now." Bill said sweetly.

He treated me so kind and gentle when he needed to,

like now; yet at times, so firm and convincing when I

was more prone to tantrums, or when our sex got

mutually rough (to a point). Tonight he was the

perfect husband to me, treating me like a fragile

doll, so far.

"When was the first time you really wanted to make

love to me, Billy. I don't mean the first time you

looked at me physically and had naughty ideas, but the

first time you really thought we should go all the

way?" I asked him.

"The first time? I remember it distinctly. We had been

necking and humping like crazy for a couple nights in

a row. You attacked me each time, and on the third

night you said you had a leg cramp and changed

positions. You lay right on my cock and we humped. I

used to carry a condom in the glove box and I wanted

to show it to you that night, but I chickened out.

But, for a minute I really thought we were going to DO

it. Man, was I na‹ve." Bill explained.

"I remember that night. It was the third time in a row

I had to take care of business when I got home. I was

so exasperated with you." I admitted.

Bill knelt beside me and said, "Enough of past

history, we have some new heights to reach."

He laid his lips to mine and we soft kissed for a

moment or two, and then he tried to devour me, nipping

at my lips, then my ears. He quickly moved to my

breasts and my nipples, but it was clear where his

target was. He soon passed my navel and was head first

at my pussy. His licking, nipping, and fondling were

all meant to excite me and get me wet for his cock.

But, that cock was in my reach now. I wanted to love

it tender before he pushed it into me for the first

time.

I was in a place I had not been before. It was like

being love drunk, or sex drunk. I was light headed

from the anticipation and also from the erotic mood of

the room. I suppose Bill's tongue on my clit might

have had a little to do with it too. My eyes had been

closed for a few minutes as I began to float away on

an orgasmic trip and when I opened them as I began to

flounder around a bit, I saw Bills cute penis just

with in the reach of my mouth. I reached out my hand

and pulled it to me and enveloped the perfect plum in

my mouth. Never had it felt so good, tasted so good,

or felt so natural as it had now. If I were to have

cataloged the hundreds, maybe thousands, of times we

had each other genitals in our mouths, tonight would

stand out. It was truly special.

After lolling his dick in my mouth a bit I really

wanted to get into it and turned a bit to get at it

more. Feeling this, Bill began to turn a bit to me and

soon we were on our sides, our heads deep between each

other's legs. As we bent and hunched over the next few

minutes we were able to kiss, lick, and suck each

other's sex right down to our butt holes.

On a normal night of sex like this I would have been

over the top with a screaming, mind blowing orgasm,

but tonight I seemed to have a control over myself,

knowing this really was foreplay.

However, a person can take just so much and I was

reaching that point with Bills tongue driving me

crazy. I wiggled and squirmed away from his tender

kisses and licks, letting him know that I had reached

a pinnacle. He could barely argue because it meant

that I could pay a lot more attention to him. I gave

him a heavy tongue and spittle bath from the top of

his cock, the creases of his balls, and the split of

his cute butt and asshole. I wanted to taste and feel

every part of him, as he had me tonight.

At one point I sought out his mouth to kiss and our

turning and wrangling left him with him kneeling in

front of me, my legs spread and his cock pointing

towards the ceiling, engorged, shiny and curled hard.

He smiled at me and asked if I was truly ready. I just

nodded my head.

"Slip your hand under that pillow and get the condom."

Bill said pointing beside my head. "You can help me

put it on."

I slid my hand under the pillow and sure enough, there

it was. It was the one thing in tonight's love making

that wasn't really a part of either of us. I found the

little place where you could tear open the package and

I had the blue colored ring in my hands.

I crooked a finger to get him closer to me, and he

quickly straddled me sitting just below my breasts,

presenting his cock to me so I could roll it on.

Everything tonight had been so perfect, so beautiful;

we traded smiles as I began to fumble with the

slippery disc.

"Remember before when we were talking and you said

something like umm . .There really is no one else in

the world, besides us, and our union really could

bring another life into our world, a direct result of

our love, for us to love, and what an incredible

miracle it would be?" I asked Bill.

"Yeah, I remember, and I assumed you feel the same

way, right?" Bill asked.

"You know I do, and for that reason, I don't want to

put this on you. I want to feel you, and only you

inside of me. I want to feel your cum splashing inside

of me. Our chances of getting pregnant are almost nil,

and if that small chance happens, we will have the

most beautiful and most loved baby ever. It would be a

direct result of this night. How could that be bad?" I

asked a shocked Bill Wilson.

"Oh Carree, if that's what you want, I am with you. I

couldn't agree more with you, my virgin bride." He

said touching my cheek so affectionately.

"Bill, I don't want to talk you into this, I want you

to go along if you really feel that way in your heart

of hearts." I cautioned him.

"No Carree, I've felt this way from the start of the

night, that the end would be, somehow like a cheat to

you and me and us. I truly would feel blessed if we

got pregnant from tonight. Since I'm not the one who

would have to bear it, I really didn't want to say

anything. I hope you understand what I mean." Bill

said, a tear coming to his eye.

"I understand," I said, now stroking his beautiful

cock as it rested between my breasts. "I want this

inside of me so I can only feel you tonight. There may

be other times when we have to settle for the

protection, but tonight . . " I said craning up to

plant a kiss on the head of his penis, "I just want

this." I said as I flipped the condom ring aside.

I really hadn't thought that I could get Bill to go

along with my idea, but he later explained that he

felt cheated at times before when he wanted to make

love to me and we used alternative methods, and then

was his chance to really be in me and make love to me,

but he had to "wear a raincoat".

Bill braced himself up on his hands and kissed me,

then settled on his knees between my legs.

I smiled at him and wanted to just get up and hug him

again. His adoring smile back at me was accompanied by

tears, which began to roll down his face.

"I'm sorry, Care. You probably think I'm some sort of

wuss or wimp. This moment is so emotional to me. This

is almost 10 years of dreaming and imagining if this

would ever happen. I was always so afraid I would lose

you and I would never have made proper love to you."

Bill said through his tears.

"Bill, Oh Billy baby, you could never lose me, and you

never could have. It was always you and I never wanted

to even think about anyone else. Show me how much you

love me." I said coaxing him on.

My legs were still spread as Bill knelt up between

them. Holding himself up with one arm he used his

other hand to place his penis between the splayed lips

of my pussy. He was going to come into me. Once I knew

I wasn't a phyical virgin, I had used the Great White

Wonder dildo on myself, or with Bill doing me with it.

In itself it was 7 or 8 inches long, but I don't think

I ever had more that 3 or 4 inches in me. When I

looked down at Bills seeming huge penis before he put

it into me, it suddenly occurred to me how big he was.

"Be gentle, you look awfully big." I cautioned Bill.

In reality, he was probably 8 or 9 inches erect, or so

it seemed. When I first bought the toys, as an

experiment to bring into our lovemaking, I did measure

them, and the White Wonder was over 7 and less than

eight. I always thought Bill was bigger.

I felt Bill slide down over my clit and he nudged

forward a bit into the opening of my vagina. I drew a

deep breath as he began to stretch me open. Emotion

tears formed at the corners of my eyes to match Bills,

as we silently read each other's excitement. Slowly he

pushed into me. He was definitely bigger than anything

I ever had in there, and the sensation that it and he

created was much heavier than anything going in there.

He had pushed into my anal canal from this same

position, but this felt altogether different.

I raised my hand to his hip to prevent him from going

too deep, and as soon as I did that he pulled from me

a bit and then rocked to re-insert to at least as deep

as he had been. He did this over and again a few more

times and I realized: HE WAS FUCKING ME!!

I looked up from where we were joined to look at my

Bills face. He was smiling and crying at the same

time.

"I'm really inside you and it's wonderful. I really am

part of you. God, I love you." He exclaimed.

I was especially shocked that I didn't hurt or feel

stretched out. I really expected to be in some pain,

but he was right, it was wonderful!!

The realization he was making love to me was shadowed

by the beginnings of my first orgasm. The feeling was

familiar, but it was beginning in a new place.

"Oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me!" I surprised myself by

saying, but it felt so good. I began to pop off little

orgasms with his rhythmic pumping at me. My breath

would catch with each one and I was smiling at Bill as

he gave me adoring looks back.

Suddenly he stopped and gathered my legs up and hung

my knees over his shoulder. He had almost done this

once or twice when he was doing me anally before, but

never really accomplished it. This time he was. I was

bent up with my legs over his shoulders and I felt him

rise up. He pressed his penis as far and as deep as I

could take it.

"Whoaaaaaah", I expelled as I felt him deeper and in a

place nothing had ever been. Without a chance to

protest or get used to him so far into me, he began to

piston in and out.

I was without breath as I felt him all the way into me

and the shaft of his penis was right on my g-spot in a

way I had never felt it before.

"Gnnnnt, gnnnnnt, gnnnnnt", I moaned as my orgasms

doubled and tripled as they popped up on me. Then just

one big grinder took over and I looked at Bill in a

panic trying to get my breath and push the orgasm down

the chute.

"Cum baby, cum." He said breathlessly. "Catch your

breath and cum for me." He said as he pounded me.

I told myself I wouldn't pass out and I forced a big

lungful of air into me, catching my breath. I got into

a cadence and drawing two hard breaths and then

grinding an orgasm down the chute. Somewhere along the

line here I realized I was squirting and we were both

pretty wet down there. But, I was finally in control

with my cumming and keeping from passing out, forcing

air into my lungs.

"All the while I was loving being screwed hard and

having multiple orgasms, Bill was crying out, cheering

me on.

"Squeeze me, cum on that cock, cum for me baby! I love

you!" He carried on and on.

I was in a delirium as he pounded me hard and deep in

this position. He was right on my g-spot and the

position was squeezing him hard and making me feel

every pulsing inch. I finally could take no more

without a respite and I pushed down hard with my knees

to break his stride.

He stopped his assault on my pussy and sat back on his

haunches and let my, near paralyzed legs fall from his

shoulders. He grinned as our eyes locked on each

other.

"Oooooooooo, Ooooooooooo, Arghhhhhhh," I emoted as I

felt my eyes roll back into my head.

Everything on my body felt so good as the aftershock

of my orgasms rippled through my body. But, Oh how my

legs ached.

"My legs, my legs Bill. Let me move them." I said as I

tried to push him from me.

His cock popped from me leaving a huge void as I

turned on my side and stretched out my aching legs. I

felt blood rushing to them, soothing the ache. But,

Bill had an ache to relieve himself. While on my side

I must have provided him an open view of my pussy

because he crawled right up and snaked his cock back

into me. My void was full again and I was full of

cock. Bill wrapped his arms around my prone body and

whispered in my ear.

"I never want to be away from you, I want to be inside

of you forever. God, I love you. Are you OK, baby?" he

asked.

"Gnnnnnnt! I answered to his thrust into me. "Fuck me

more and more Billy. Make that cock cum in me. Fuck me

till I can't walk." I said pushing my ass in the air

so he could get at me easier.

He pushed at me a few more times and then I felt him

shove all the way into me and he sort of crab-walked

his one leg over me as he pulled me up into a kneeling

position. I realized he was near standing behind me

while I was in a doggie position as he hovered over

me. He settled his knees on either side of mine and

picked up a rhythm of plowing me as I vocalized my

delight.

"Eeee, Ooooo, fuck-fuck-fuck," I squealed feeling his

cock hit new spots within me, but I couldn't hold

myself up any longer. I dropped my arms in front of me

and arched my back so I could rest my face on the bed.

He stopped his fucking for a second and drew up his

knee from beside me and I felt him try to settle it

between my legs. I took the hint and opened my knees

on the bed as he knelt between them with his cock

stuffed in me.

Bill began to fuck me slow while running his hands

over my back, occasionally leaning up to cup and

squeeze my breasts.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm you feel so nice baby, but I've got to

cum. Can I fuck you till I cum in you Carree? Do you

want my cum?" he asked.

"Cum baby, cum. Fill me up with it." I answered as I

pushed back at him.

He needed no more prodding. I hadn't realized how much

deeper he could get into me from this position until

he near pushed the breath from me.

"Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh," I chanted as he hit bottom over

and over again as he began to screw the daylights out

of me again.

I heard the slap of his groin against my ass as I

pushed back to meet his thrusts. It felt so good to

have his cock head kissing the very bottom of

womanhood. One of his hands that were gripping my ass

slid over and I felt a thumb snake up my butt-hole and

I went over the top.

"Nnnn, Nnnn, Arghh," I grunted as I felt full from

both ends and orgasm sweep over me simultaneously.

He kept the double stroking for a moment or two and

then the thumb left me.

"Oh baby! I gonna cum, gonna cum. Here it comes

Carree!! Gonna cum!!" Bill suddenly shouted.

I felt the plum of his penis within me swell like a

fist opening to a hand inside of me. I was cumming at

the same time.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Arghhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhh, Hnt, Hnt, Hnt."

He grunted as he pounded me ever harder pushing his

cum into me.

I felt the whole situation get real squishy as I

became super lubed by his load as he double speed

fucked me. Finally he could take no more as I began to

squeeze back with my muscles. He fell back onto his

knees and crashed on his side on the bed behind me. I

fell exhausted forward and to my left side. I felt his

cum running from me as I drifted away.

I became aware of a terrible urge to pee and heard the

sea crashing much closer than it had before. I was

sore and could barely move, but I really had to go. I

opened my eyes and scanned the room for the clock.

3:35, the red numerals lit. It was after 10:30 when

our fuck session began, I remember seeing the bathroom

clock as we got out of the shower.

I pulled myself to the edge of the bed and got to my

feet. Lord, my legs were sore, and as I began to

stride and pad towards the john something else was

sore, my little pussy! But it felt good too.

I parked my nude little butt on the toilet and let my

stream loose. All the while I was peeing I felt more

cum running out of me. Bill must have cum a gallon. If

I had a fertile egg within me, there was no doubt that

Bill creamed it. If that were the case I would love

that baby, created by the love we shared tonight, with

every molecule of my body and soul. The fact that this

maternal feeling swept over me had me convinced I was

pregnant.

My vagina was finally drained of Bills cum, it seemed,

and relieved of the pressure from my bladder. My

thighs ached as I got to my feet and returned to the

bed. Bill was breathing heavy and almost snoring in a

fetal position. If I could have gotten to it without

moving him, I wanted to kiss his penis, but he was

almost on his stomach. It would have to wait. The room

had gotten cool and I found the spread and pulled it

over Bill to keep him warm. I curled beside him and

fell asleep almost immediately. Just as I drifted off,

I felt Bills arm drape over me, and then another

stream of cum escaped my pussy and ran over my thigh.

I snuggled back to him and we fell asleep together in

each other's arms. I was glad that he was aware that I

had tended to him. I wanted to do so forever.

I was dreaming of Bill and I together with a car full

of kids trying to beat the school bell when I shook

awake and realized it was the telephone ringing and

ringing. I looked up and saw the phone and kicked it

with my foot.

"BE RIGHT THERE," I shouted, hoping the caller could

hear me as I got my bearings.

I sat up and rolled to my side and reached to the

floor for the receiver.

"I'm sorry - Hello?" I squeaked into the phone.

"Wow, still in bed? You're taking the expression

"working vacation" too seriously." The voice of

Miranda Ponds exclaimed.

"Oh, Miranda, it's you. Sorry, I couldn't get to the

phone. I was just getting my messages at the same time

and . . ." I began.

"Carree, It's OK if you were still in bed, I'm not

keeping tabs on you. I don't care what you do as long

as the client is happy in the end and I'm sure you

will do a great job. I just wanted to touch base on a

few things. Did you get with that Garry Allan fellow?

I spoke with one of the principles of Seaside last

night and he wanted to make sure you got with him. He

said he was full of great Maine ideas and could be

invaluable to us. But, I have to warn you; I think

this guy is just a local who thinks of us all as

"flatlanders". Miranda explained.

"You have it right on the bean, Miranda. I met with

him yesterday and he made sure that we saw the

homespun nature of people here. Told us what they like

and don't like and how he would have taken the job

himself if he weren't so busy. Never mind that they

don't need to sell this to the locals. He was just a

blowhard, but I was real congenial and thankful to

him. I sensed what you wanted there, and everyone will

be happy." I said.

"I thought you would see through him. These people are

just paranoid about the money they're spending, and

believe me we gave than a great price. It's

experimental for us too. Glad that's going OK. Listen

I have 2 seats reserved for you guys on the junket to

St Thomas. Is Bill going to be able to go? You can

tell him that it's only about 50 percent business and

he can have a great time. I would love him to feel

like part of our family here. I can't tell how excited

we are to have you starting here next month. Plus I

can tell you that the Arens family feels like you have

made a big commitment to us by taking the house."

Miranda went on.

"Well, wait." I said, "We haven't said we would buy

the house yet, only live there for a year or two."

"Oh, I know," Miranda said, "But I can just about

guarantee that you'll buy it after you live in that

neighborhood. I think if you don't decide to buy it, I

might, just as speculation. You'll see what a value

they are offering you and what a great place and

neighborhood it is. But this is all stuff we can talk

about later; I'm way ahead of myself. I'm so happy to

have an executive assistant, and I'm overjoyed it's

you. I'll let you go and get back to me on the junket

seats. If Bill isn't going I can maybe fill that seat.

Have fun and stay out of trouble up there. Ok? Bye-

Bye." She said as she hung up.

Whoa! I had to filter out everything that happened in

the last 12 hours and make decisions about the trip to

St Thomas and the house, when all I wanted to do was

cuddle up to my man, and that's what I did.

He was just stirring barely aware of the phone ringing

and my conversation with Miranda.

He pulled me close to him, where we were face to face.

"Hello, I have to warn you that I love you so much

more this morning than last night it's almost scary."

He chuckled. "That was the most incredible single

event of my life Carree. Will you marry me right now?

I want to make love to you forever, everyday, starting

now."

The smile on my face was so big that it almost hurt.

"Hee Hee," I giggled. "Me too!! I was just on the

phone with Miranda and all the time all I could think

about was holding you. I almost hung up on her."

"Wow, we are some kind of lovers, aren't we? Knowing

each other so well made last night just the ultimate."

Bill said hugging me even closer as I began to giggle

and laugh like a schoolgirl.

Bill joined in the laughing and he hugged and rolled

over to me hugging, giggling and laughing. At one

point He ended up on top of me, his hard cock was

right at the entrance of my vagina. We used to pull

away from each other at times like this, but he pushed

right into me.

"Ooofff, you slid in, lover. You feel so good in me."

I squeaked into his ear.

We just lay there enjoined, kissing and rolling around

a bit. I wanted him again, right now.

"Fuck me lover. Hold me like this and fuck me while I

look in your eyes." I said.

We were wrapped into each other as he began to hump

into me. He felt so good just sliding, humping into

me. It wasn't a long stroked rousing screw like last

night, it was making love face to face. I felt myself

beginning to cum as I gripped Bill even tighter. I

caught my breath and felt the next orgasm coming onto

me when Bill hastened his push at me.

"I'm gonna cum again baby, I'm ready, almost." Bill

puffed in hard breaths.

"Give it to me again Billy, cum in me." I whispered as

I came again.

The words no sooner left my lips when I felt him shoot

into me again. We were lovers of the highest degree,

for sure.

Bill collapsed on me and hugged his face to my neck.

He nibbled at my ear as I felt him shrinking within

me.

"Oh, baby. You are so awesome. I know we can't do this

all the time, but feeling you cum in me is just beyond

words." I said.

He popped out of me and I let him go and he rolled

off.

I looked over at Bill and knew that I never adored

him more than I did this second. He had made love to

me twice in the past few hours like he had never done

before, like I never had before. Our long and

adventurous love and sex life was always missing basic

lovemaking. Last night he brought me to heights and

places I never thought possible as he used the prowess

he learned from his own fantasies to turn me into a

gushing font of love and adoration, and possibly even

a mother. This morning he simply mounted me in the

most common position and made me a delirious woman

filled with love and adoration for the man I loved.

He rocked my world.

We both lay in two separate heaps on the bed, side by

side. We were both exhausted from making love to each

other. What a feeling. I drifted in and out of sleep

and each time I moved a little, I felt cum leaking out

of me. I mustered a little strength and made a push in

my vagina to clear myself and stop the ooze, but that

only lasted a few minutes.

I felt a mouth attach to my nipple and I opened my

eyes. It felt great and I hugged his head to my

breast. I was glad he hadn't had enough of me yet,

because I wanted to love for hours more.

"Are you sure you're going to be able to douse any

fires you're going to start down there?" I asked.

"I just saw this beautiful tit in my face and I could

not resist it." Bill said as he lifted himself away

from my breast and kissed my face all over before

settling on my lips.

"Umm, you didn't give me an answer to my proposal." He

said between kisses.

"What proposal?" I asked.

"To get married right now, right here, so we could

make love like this forever." He responded.

"You know I would marry you this very second, Bill

Wilson. You also know we can't make love like this

everyday, but you also know the love we always make is

beautiful. The memory of this and the promise of more

will make our love burn forever." I promised.

"Oh, I know that, I just want to every little chance

to prove you are mine, and I am yours." He responded.

"There should be no doubt in your mind", I said.

"Oh, there is no doubt, no doubt at all. I just want

to call you my wife." Bill said.

"Maybe you can call me the mother of your children

after last night. Would that be proof enough?" I said

with a serious tone. "I had this feeling while I lay

in bed afterward, that there was a change inside of

me. I know I'm probably being silly. But, you know

what? If it were true, I wouldn't care. We would have

the proof of our love as a beautiful baby. Wouldn't

that be something?" I asked excitedly.

"That would be incredible Carree." He said as he

showered my face with kisses again.

"If I'm not pregnant, and you know I'm probably not,

lets move it up a year." I suggested.

"Next summer? Really? I'm all for that. We kind of

told our parents 2 years, but for next summer they

have all the time in the world to plan, and so do we.

After last night I don't want to wait another minute.

Carree, I'm really serious when I say that I love you

more than ever this morning." Bill admitted.

"I know. I feel the same way Billy." I said as I

climbed back onto him. "Don't get any ideas down

there, we really have to get going this morning." I

said as I put my hand over my pussy so nothing could

slip in. "C'mon, lets jump in the shower. We have to

scrub each other up good this morning."

"This bed is a mess." I said to Bill. "There's cum

everywhere. I leaked every place I moved. I imagine

the maids will love me today."

"The maids will be jealous, for sure, Care." Bill said

matter of factly, and he was probably right.

We dragged our bodies into the shower and made a deal

to wash our hair first, and then we could wash each

other's bodies and get out together. This all worked

out well until I was finishing Bill up. It seemed I

spent a little too much time washing him.

I looked up from my scrubbing and asked him, "Did I

scrub him too much? He doesn't want to go down. Last

night when I got up to pee I wanted to give it a kiss

before I went to sleep, but you were on your stomach.

Now, that kiss I owe you has interest applied."

"Will you be this insatiable when we get married?"

Bill asked.

"More so." I answered as I dropped to my knees.

I really loved the feel of his cock in my mouth and

the power it gave me, and the love I could show him by

doing it. Of course, he loved it as well. As much as I

hate the term, I finished my little blowjob and we got

going for the day. We spent the remainder of our

vacation touring the seaside of Southern Maine during

the day, and making love every night. The next 2

nights we used condoms for our new lovemaking, with

Bill pulling out before he came. We finished each

other with our mouths each time with a sixty-nine.

Then when we were fairly sure that vaginal sex was

unsafe, we loved each other in every way possible the

rest of the week. On our last night there we made all

the preparations for butt-sex, and before he lubed

himself and removed the Little Blue Devil, he sheathed

on a condom and plowed my pussy for a few minutes,

catching me by surprise. As fantastic as that felt, I

had to scold him later, a lot later (I admit), for

breaking the rules. But, I have to come clean. Having

him in both places on the same night was an experience

I will not forget soon, as well as being filled in

both places at once.

The ocean air made us insatiable and we took every

chance to take advantage of it.

It wasn't until the ride home that I realized I hadn't

spoken to Bill about going to St Thomas on Arens and

Ponds junket. It would mean him having to take a few

days off from his new job, after only working a few

days. The thought of more ocean air to fill our lungs

and fuel our sexuality excited him though. He began

work tomorrow in New York City, the ninth of June. He

would commute by train that week and then we, along

with our Dads, would pack his car and a rental truck,

and we would move to Baltimore on Saturday. Sunday

Morning they could return the rental truck and both

our Dads would take Bills car back home. We figured we

didn't need a car for a while and it saved train or

plane fare back for our Dads.

Bill could then begin his commute from Baltimore to

New York for the week of the sixteenth while I set up

the house and began a little orientation into Arens

and Ponds again. The office closed Monday and Tuesday

and we all flew to St Thomas on Wednesday and had

meetings and leisure time until July second when the

junket came back. With the Fourth being a Friday, we

all had 4 days to decompress before going to work on

the seventh. (Even though Miranda told me to be in

town for the weekend.) The office being closed for 13

days, with only answering and message services to

relay problems to the Caribbean meant there would be

lots of catching up and client fixing.

It all sounded so hectic that Bill wanted to pass at

first, but Scott Wilkens, Bills immediate boss at

Time, reminded him that he had 42 hours of comp time

he couldn't carry over after a year, and he should use

it if he wanted to over the July Fourth Holiday. (It

was from his emergency trip as a field assistant where

he was credited 24/7 pay, but only saw 12 hours per

day real pay) He really wanted Bill to use it up now,

and not lose it. If Scott could give him 6 more hours

of comp or LWOP he could make the whole junket with

me, or leave on Sunday and pay his own way home.

Luckily, Mr. Wilkens remembered the favor he kind of

owed me for forgetting to call me when Bill

disappeared last summer to go on the field trip.

He told Bill that an intern wanted the Saturday off.

If Bill could work it for him, Scott would add it to

his comp time and he could take it. This meant Bill

would have to meet us in Baltimore on Saturday night,

but between my 2 Dads, I thought we could manage to

pack. Bill was going to be able to spend 8 days in the

Caribbean with me! If my body didn't let me down, I

would get my period the day before we left and I would

finish Saturday or Sunday, leaving a big green light

for Bill and I. Everything was going our way.

Look at me prattling on about minor details. Please

understand this is one of the most precious times of

our life together and holding on to every detail makes

me feel I can live it over and over again. William was

my love and I will never forget a detail for the time

we spent together, which seems like the whole of my

life.

From the time I drew my first breath in this world

until this moment, I spent part of each day of a full

half of my life, 14 years, thinking about, being with,

or talking to Billy, Bill, William Wilson.

As he promised when we got home from that wonderful

trip to Maine we recalculated our Wedding day and

moved it up one year.

We would be wed Saturday, June 27, 1998.

Look for CARREE'S WEDDING DAY later this year or early

next.

I want to thank all of you who have written. Many of

you have made the healing period since William's death

so much easier to get through. Your understanding and

kind words make my day sometimes. I've carried on my

working life and am doing well. The hit the travel

industry took from the 9/11 tragedies only prolonged

my hiatus from work, but that all seems to be behind

us, business-wise. As a nation, the recovery is much

longer. I've heard from some 9/11 victims who had

their loves ripped from them even more cruelly than my

situation, and we try to comfort each other. Their

reminders are endless though, because of the media.

I have chosen a few pen pals from the many who have

written, and when I need an anonymous person to cry

to, I have them. They too, have confided in me, making

me feel like I have something to offer to someone from

my life's experience.

It has been 20 months since I lost the love of my

life. For the past few months I have had a special

friend, the person from my stories I call "Russell".

He has been a pillar of support for me and I am afraid

I have used him taking advantage of his kindness and

affection for me. However, in getting through this

part of our story I feel I can finally open up to him

so we can become lovers, so I can begin life anew,

William would have wanted it that way, I am sure.

I want to finish all 10 of the stories as William

outlined for himself, but they have gotten hard to do

when trying to start a new life with a new love. I

will finish the tale of our Wedding and include the

details of our Honeymoon and last cruise together.

But, I'm afraid that may be it. To lead a double life

on the Internet, by keeping these stories from

Russell, is not fair to him or our relationship.

If he were to read them, he might see a woman he does

not know. In my stories I say often how pretty or

beautiful I am, and while it may be true, I am not the

type of person to flaunt or brag of that, in real

life. I am shy, quiet and unassuming. If any of my

friends, or even Russell, knew of my walking, without

a stitch, on the nude beaches of the world that my job

brings me to, they would be shocked and amazed.

My old friends still think of me as "Carree Virgin

Mary".

When William pointed out to me that men stare at me

walking by them, I was mortified. I was that na‹ve of

my looks and body, and how they affected men.

William ONLY knew the insatiable sexual being, the

multi-orgasmic nymph that I am.

I flaunt and brag in my stories for erotic effect to

make sure the reader knows the real me inside the

bedroom, behind the closed door.

I am a 28-year-old widow with a broken heart that will

never mend, but I have finally learned to let someone

else in.

CARREE