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WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual
descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are
offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now.
Any resemblance between this story and a real event is purely
coincidental. The participants are imaginary; their actions have no
negative consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The
story is intended for entertainment only and should not be emulated in
the real world.

Episode 1: Surelick Homes and The Evil Dr. Phallus!

by Arthur "Cunny" Kay

THE COZY denlike room had the unmistakable smell of male scrotum
musk, female vaginal juices and stale Corvosier vsop cognac.

Surelick Homes looked deranged, his hair stood out porcupinelike. His
eyes were glazed over as if he had coated them with the contents of
the opened jar of Vaseline that now sat brazenly on the coffee table
as if begging to be applied to someone's anal canal. Homes spoke,
breaking the pregnant silence. Dr. Whatsin looked over at him.

"Quick, Whatsin! Light up my opium pipe, the old brier, but not the
thorny twig model, so I can give this bawdy wench a good solid
buggering!" Homes twiddled absentmindedly with his decidedly small and
skinny, but quickly burgeoning member. He was working it with thumb
and forefinger, unminful of the fact.

He looked at the bawdy wench, who was now pulling her skirt up and
over her shoulders, pinning it there. She now removed her pink
knickers, revealing a luscious, fullgrowth brown bush. Without a word
she went over to the red Eames sofa and took her by now familiar
position, bent over, face down, on one of the wide, plush arms, her
naked buttocks visibly on display.

This particular bawdy wench was Mrs. Handson, Surelick's plumpish and
matronly landlady, who now grinned lasciviously, but quite unlandlady
like at Dr. Whatsin while wiggling her buttocks seductively at him.
Cheeky little devil, Whatsin mused, not missing the pun in the
whimsical thought.

The plusharmed Eames sofa had been a gift from Colonel Mustard to
Homes for solving the mystery of The Crown Jewels affair. By exposing
himself to the guilty party, one Lady Winthrop, Surelick had cracked
the case and revealing her as the miscreant she really was.

All it had taken was one peek by Lady Winthrop at the 18" x 3" black
vibrating dildo Homes had cleverly hidden in his trousers to make her
confess. That, and the words Homes had uttered sneeringly at her:
"How'd you like this up your poop shoot, Lady Winthrop?" She had
swooned, fainted really, and proved she was no match for the great
detective.

Homes was now affectionately patting Mrs. Handson's glistening bare
bottom as she squealed and cooed and sang with delight: " . . . Ooo
eee, ooo ah ah, ting tang. Walla walla, bing bang! Ooo eee, ooo ah ah,
ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang . . . " That song! thought Homes, If
she sings it one more time, it's ground glass in the Vaseline for her
next time!

"Coming, Homes!" Dr. Whatsin shouted as he swishingly, quite
mincingly, crossed the room, the smouldering pipe firmly in hand. He
eyed the delightful mounds of flesh Mrs. Handson so willingly
presented to him.

Homes, thought Whatsin, won't last a minute buried between those sweet
arse cheeks, Bob's your uncle. Then, by Jove, it will be my turn
between those incredibly fleshy twin orbs. He salivated at the mere
thought as a stirring in his loins created a noticeable tent in his
handtailored Fleet Street pinstriped trousers. He rubbed the tent
and felt a surge of sexual energy course through him.

Mrs. Handson, eyeing Dr. Watson's trousers, broke out into a new song,
"Tenting tonight, tenting on the old camp grounds . . ." Homes quickly
cut her off by applying a generous dab of Vaseline to her brown and
puckering little anus entrance. She squealed from the sudden
chilliness of the greasy goo. "Oowee! That's cold, Sir!"

"Please hush, my dear Mrs. Handson, as time's awasting. Whatsin and I
have to take care of pressing matters this evening involving a most
nefarious foe, one Dr. Phallus, so we must be quick here. Now, my
dear, if you'll just reach back and part your sweet arse cheeks once
more, we can get on with it. Tally ho, now, Mrs. Handson!"

"Harumph!" she said, taking unmistakable umbrage. "All you boys ever
want is sex, sex, sex. No time for the little niceties in life. Ooooh,
I say, you bugger, you, that feels good. Are you in my arse now, Mr.
Homes, or is that still your finger?"

Homes winced at the snide implication, but offered no protest as he
pushed his penis in another full inch. Here's your finger, you old
crone, thought Homes, as if to drive his point home deep into her
tight anal channel. Four inches deep anyway, but most assuredly to the
max.

"I say, Homes," Watson said. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable in the
given circumstances, if you were, uh, au naturel?" Homes was fully
dressed, wearing a tweed suit, vest, shirt, sweater, coat, his
deerslayer cap, and a heavy woolen scarf. With shoes and heavy
galoshes putting the finishing touches on the sartorial picture he
presented.

The only concession Homes had made to au naturel, as far as Dr.
Whatsin could surmise, was that Homes had thoughtfully remembered to
open his trouser's zipper. This time.

Unlike last Tuesday when, opium besotted, Homes had wondered why he
had trouble finding the hole and had given the woman, a paid Fleet
Street harlot, severe internal fabric burns. It had taken a pretty
penny given to her to stave off her intended lawsuit and the slander
that would surely have followed.

At the time, a "Screw the slovenly slut!" attitude had been Homes'
answer to her implied legal threats, but the good doctor had convinced
him that inflicting tweed fabric burns on a female vagina was not
conducive to maintaining the great detective's good and decent image.
And, like it or not, Fleet Street whores would be much harder for the
good doctor to procure for Homes, the streetwalker's grape vine being
what it is and all. Reluctantly, to be sure, Homes had agreed.

But that was then and this is now.

Homes started a fierce, fulldepth, pumping action on his landlady's
bottom. He would slam in all the way to the hilt, the 4" hilt, pull
out, and slam again. Mrs. Handson started to yell, "Oooooh, oooooh!
Ooo eee, ooo ah ah . . . walla . . . "

"Quick, Whatsin, occupy the lady's mouth before her infernal
caterwauling drives me to distraction, if not total madness!" Dr.
Whatsin knew full well that Homes was easily sidetracked when he was
under the opium's unforgiving spell and could lose his erection quite
easily.

In a trice, Dr. Whatsin had his trousers and knickers down and off and
had positioned his naked lower half in front of the singing landlady,
his tent maker fully extended its 713/16" length. " . . . walla
walla. . . " she sang.

"Open wide, dearie," Dr. Whatsin said, "and take my big old birdie
in." Mrs. Handson, in midnote as it were, suddenly found her mouth
filled to capacity by the dear doctor's fat penis head. "That's a good
girl, now"

Home proceeded to do his level best on his end, so to speak, while Dr.
Whatsin, in a marked showing of impatient sexual energy, tried to
fairly choke the dear woman to death. "Hmmmph, garg, hmmph . . . " she
snorted rapidly as the intruding and choking organ made its way slowly
down her throat's hidden recesses.

"Hmmmph, gak, hmmph . . . gurgle . . ." she cried out as the dear
doctor added a few inches to the matter, churling up her gag reflex.
Dr. Watson tried to calm her unspoken, but heeded protestations.

"Now, now, my dear Mrs. Handson, we've been here before, many times,
so do your part and just swallow, old girl." He pushed in a few more
inches until he had bottomed out in her mouth. Her nose now touched
his abdomen while his pubic hairs tenderly caressed her lips.

While Homes, heavily perspiring, no doubt from his overdressed state,
pumped the dear woman's bottom for all it was worth, Dr. Whatsin
excitedly intercoursed her mouth. His fulldepth in and out
machinations showed no mercy. Soon, the two men had a syncopated
rhythym taking place to such a degree the sofa wobbled.

Homes inward. Watson outward. Homes outward. Watson inward. Again and
again, the pitch getting feverish and increasing in intensity. Mrs.
Handson wiggled her buttocks and breathed hoarsely through her nose. A
loud "Aaaaarrrrgh!" from the lady told Homes and Whatsin she had
orgasmed. More than once it seemed, judging from the many Aaaaarrrrghs
now coming from her.

"Tally ho!" shouted Dr. Whatsin gleefully as he spewed his child
creating juice. "God save the Queen!" Homes yelled as he did likewise.

"Aaaaarrrrgh!" said Mrs. Handson, who looked absolutely impaled
between the two joyously screaming and spurting men as she swallowed
the copious liquid seed gushing forth into her hot, wet mouth.

Homes, drained dry, pulled out of her with a sploosh sound. Dr.
Whatsin followed suit, making a distinctive splish sound as his
rapidly deflating penis made its hasty exit. Mrs. Handson rolled over
and looked dazedly at the two now fully satiated men. A large creamy
colored globule of Dr. Whatsin's sperm sat on her bottom lip. She
quickly licked it away, a look of contentment on her face.

The two men, their penises still in evidence, with sticky sperm on
each now unhardened head, took positions in front of her. "Clean up
time, Mrs. Handson." Homes said.

"Quickly now, my dear." She needed no further words, knowing from
experience what was expected of her. I like this part, she thought as
she took Homes' soft penis head fully into her mouth.

She sucked the flabby head, making lip tightening manoeuvers as she
vacuumed away. Mmmn, tasty, she thought, and so fulfilling to know
he's truly satisfied. Mrs. Handson was of a giving nature when it came
to men.

While Homes zipped himself up and wiped the perspiration from his
brow, Mrs. Handson did Dr. Whatsin next, with equally applied vigor.
Dr. Whatsin moaned, cradling her gray haired head in both hands as she
worked away. The two men heard her moan, quite audibly. "Mmmm mmm!"

"I say, Whatsin, she sure does delight in her clean up duties, now
doesn't she?" Dr. Whatsin, a glazed look on his face, merely nodded in
agreement.

Mrs. Handson, her clean up duties completed, fetched her knickers and
got dressed. She turned toward Homes. "Gentlemen, I assume you'll not
be needing supper sent in tonight seeing as how you're on a new case
and all, but I'll make sure a light snack is left on your dining table
for whenever you two scallawags decide to roll in." She smiled warmly
at them and winked at Homes.

"Mrs. Handson," Homes said. "You're most kind. That would be
splendid." He turned to Dr. Whatsin. "Whatsin, let me fill you in on
this Dr. Phallus matter, shall I?" Whatsin nodded as Mrs. Handson made
her way to the door. Homes rushed to her.

"Oh, Mrs. Handson, a word before you take your leave." She stopped,
one hand on the doorknob. "I must say, old girl, you were quite
remarkable tonight, quite remarkable. To think its only been three
short weeks since I first taught you about the secret pleasures of
sex. It's amazing how fast you've absorbed it all. You are, my dear,
an apt pupil.

"You fairly breezed through the finer points of general intercourse
and, I have to say, have shown to be quite adept in the art of
fellatio, including the most difficult aspects of the Chinese
technique of deep throat swallowing.

"Next time, my dear lady, I will guide you, step by step, and with Dr.
Whatsin's keen assistance, in the complete understanding of the
foolishly taboo cunnilingus, the fine art of vaginal licking. I assure
you, madam, you will be astounded by the new intensity of your
orgasms. Simply astounded!

"Of course, we still have a long way to go. There's those rape and
gangbang fantasies of yours yet to be explored. And, as you have
mentioned on numerous occasions, your fascination with spankings and
light bondage. Those dreams of yours, as you have told me.

"Although I suspect you will balk at water sports at first, I will
quickly take your mind off of it by fulfilling your exotic fantasy of
coupling with a wellendowed male of the negroid race. I already
have a fit prospect in mind." Homes reached into a desk drawer and
extracted two items.

"Here, my dear Mrs. Handson, these are for you. Part of your further
education." She took the two items and inspected them.

"The pamphlet is my latest monograph on masturbation. In it you will
find an absorbing chapter on female selfpleasuring. I think you will
find it both entertaining and enlightening. The other item is referred
to as an arseplug. Instructions for its use are on a separate sheet
of paper which I have inserted in the back of the pamphlet." She
flipped the pamphlet open and glanced at the loose sheet. "Uh huh, I
see." she said.

"The plug, my dear, is of the finest Morroccan leather and is an exact
copy of the one I place into Whatsin's handy arse from time to time.
He can tell you the joy it holds." She looked in the good doctor's
direction. He was nodding his head vigorously. Homes went on.

"The plug, by the by, is an exact replica of the one used by none
other than the Marque DeSade himself. I've seen the papers on it. I
had these two reproduced by that master leather craftsman, Guissepe
Consiglio of Cremona, the greatest arseplug constructionist in all of
the world." Mrs. Handson looked truly impressed. As did Dr. Whatsin,
who had yet to be apprised by Homes of the plug's splendid pedigree.

"Any questions, my dear Mrs. Handson?" Homes said.

"None that I can think of at the moment, Mr. Homes, but I would like
to say something." The detective nodded. "I have to thank you, sir,
you've taught me more in three weeks than my husband showed me in
twenty five years of wedded bliss. He was a straitlaced sort, he was,
bless his departed soul. You've opened my eyes, Mr. Homes, and all I
want to tell you now is that I am eager to learn all you have to teach
me.

"Eager! Why, I had no idea just how much fun sex could be. So many
things to do, too. Thanks you, Mr. Homes, for all you've shown me.
And, in truth, I could never have imagined that one day I would just
love the taste of male sperm as much as I do. Lordy, I can still taste
the two of you now just by the mere act of swallowing my saliva. Land
amighty!" She swallowed and then laughed.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Handson." She made her departure. As she headed
down the landing, Homes and Whatsin heard her sing, quite clearly,
"Ooo eee, ooo ah ah, ting tang. Walla walla, bing bang . . . "

That damnable song, thought Homes . . .

DR. WATSON spoke first. "Homes, old boy, I noticed you used Vaseline
on Mrs. Handson's arse. I thought you told me that KY Jelly was the
superior of the two. Have you altered your position on the matter?" He
looked at Homes.

"No, Whatsin, no indeed, I'm merely keeping Mrs. Handson at the, ahem,
beginner's level, so to speak, until she no longer truly fears anal
intercourse. Shock treatment, if you will. Toughen her anus muscles up
so they react as I know they can react. It's a new anus preparation
theory of mine. Then, when anal is as natural to her as breathing,
voila! I will introduce the KY Jelly to her previously tender rectum.

"You saw how she still exhibited a telltale nervousness tonight
whenever I bottomed out in her." Whatsin nodded, bottomed out, indeed,
he thought. "Well, old man, she's still in the training stages!"
"Whatsin nodded again. He had no argument to offer. It all made sense
to him, however odd it still sounded.

"Now, Whatsin, to the problem at hand, Dr. Phallus. He is a beast,
Whatsin, a beast. He kidnaps young, beautiful women and secretes them
away, to lord knows where, and uses them to feed his sick, sexual
appetite. But alas, so far, Scotland Yard has not been able to get the
goods on him. The man is far too clever for them, his methods far too
brilliant.

"To date, eleven young girls have gone missing and it is believed he
has his dirty hands on all of them. Doing who knows what with them,
the fiend. Well, Whatsin, the police may be fettered by the niceties
of legal protocol, but you and I, old chum, can work well outside the
rules when we have to. Eh?" Whatsin nodded, a smile on his face. He
knew Homes had already formed a plan.

"I've already formed a plan, Whatsin, a good one, but one that will
require your services."

"Count on me, Homes!"

"I knew you would be on board, old friend. Now, here's my plan. While
the police use the technique of running here and there, gathering so
called evidence, we, old friend, are going to take a more direct
approach. We're going to bring Dr. Phallus to us, through a new ploy
of mine. I call it decoying." Dr. Whatsin looked quizzical. The term
was new to him.

"We will see to it that the next woman he kidnaps is, if you will, a
piece of bait. The decoy." Dr. Whatsin was up to speed. He nodded his
total understanding.

"The woman will have, hidden well on her person, a small transmitter.
This will be utilized to lead us directly to the location the fiend
first takes her to. An arrest will soon follow and, if the doctor
himself doesn't give us the locations of the other women, I'm sure one
of his henchmen will, given an opportunity to save his scrawny neck
from the hanging gallows. Eh?"

"Homes, it's excellent! Use bait to catch a rat. Quite clever and, I
dare say, quite foolproof, too." Dr. Whatsin grinned at the great
detective.

"Unfortunately, Whatsin, foolproof it is not. Not really. You see,
from reading a smug and egotistical treatise Dr. Phallus wrote while
in graduate school, its subject the art of kidnapping a sex slave, I
learned that he performs an initial test on the woman, right there
where she is first accosted. Anal intercourse.

"If she screams, he abandons his plan. It appears that the doctor has
an aversion to feminine screaming, probably stemming from some trauma
in his upbringing. Or he could use it as an omen or a bad luck sign.
Whatever the reason, if she screams, even a small eek, he flees the
scene."

"Where does that leave us, Homes? Surely we can find some Fleet Street
harlot who can hold her tongue in a pinch for a nice price."

"Yes, no doubt we could, but I ask you, would she also be willing to
playact the dangerous part of being the, uh, bait?" He tilted his
head to one side and looked at the good doctor.

"I see, Homes. That would be expecting too much from any woman, even a
harlot type. But knowing you, Homes, I expect you've solved the
problem. Eh?" Homes smiled.

"That's where you come in, Whatsin."

"I don't follow you, Homes. I don't know of any woman who . . . "

"Elementary, my dear Whatsin. You play the bait!"

"Really, Homes, you can't be serious. I'm a man, for heaven's sake!
Why would Dr. Phallus ever . . . "

"Whatsin, you know how well I am at disguises, don't you? Well,
believe me, I can make you up as a woman so convincingly, you would
have dozens of erections on your tail just by walking down the
street." Dr. Whatsin knew full well that if anyone could do this
seemingly impossible task, Homes could.

"But, Homes, what about Dr. Phallus' anal test? I'd scream bloody
murder, I can tell you!" He crossed his arms in front of himself as if
in defiance. But deep down he knew that Homes had it all figured out
and before you could say, Bob's your uncle, he'd have the evil
doctor's penis up his old arse. While he didn't exactly relish the
idea, he knew he couldn't let Homes down. The man was counting on him
to do his part.

"KY Jelly, old fellow, a quick lesson in selfhypnosis and a practice
run should be all it takes to make you the belle of the anal ball."
Homes chuckled. "Now, Whatsin, shall we get started?" Dr. Whatsin
nodded meekly. In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought.

An hour later, Whatsin, freshly shaved and dressed completely as a
woman, complete with an ash blond wig, stood before the great
detective. A short while more and the good doctor had make up on that
looked as it it had been applied by an expert in the theatre. Homes
looked pleased.

"My God, man!" Homes said. "I never realized how beautiful you could
get. The transformation is unbelievable. Here, Whatsin, look in this
mirror." He handed a small hand mirror to Dr. Whatsin.

Whatsin looked and he, too, could not believe his eyes. The creature
that now stared back at him was truly a woman. Sensual and lovely.
With lips that looked as if they were made for kissing, or for
sucking. The doctor turned to Homes.

"You've outdone yourself, Homes, I must say." Homes nodded.

"Now, Whatsin, here comes the tough part. The test. If you would be so
kind as to lift your skirt, as you saw Mrs. Handson do, relieve
yourself of your knickers and bend over the arm of the sofa, we can
proceed to the next step." Dr. Whatsin winced, but quietly obeyed. A
moment later found him folded across the sofa's plush arm with his
buttocks in the air. He felt quite exposed in this unfamiliar
position. "Be gentle, Homes, will you?"

Homes didn't answer. He opened the lube and applied a generous amount
to the poor doctor's bum, inserting a finger as he did so. Dr. Whatsin
groaned.

"Buck up, Whatsin! I haven't begun yet!" Whatsin nodded from his odd
position. "Sorry, Homes." Then Dr. Whatsin remembered the hypnosis
part. He had yet to be hypnotized. "Homes, what about the hyp . . . "

Too late. Homes' penis was already in his anus, past the sphincter
and pushing forward. Then forward some more. And some more. All 4" was
soon reached. And Dr. Whatsin had yet voiced even the mildest of
screams. Which surprised him. He felt Homes' hands on his waist.

"I say, Homes, that hardly hurt at all. Feels quite nice as a matter
of fact. It's as if . . . " "Hush, Whatsin, you're interrupting my
concentration, which is on your buttocks at the moment. I can't
believe how girlish and feminine your arse looks to me. So round and
soft looking." He started a pumping in and out action. "So luscious.
So inviting. My God, man, we must do this more often!" Homes sounded
gleeful to the dear doctor, who was now getting into the moment
himself.

"Oh, Homes, that feels wonderful. So fantastic! Keep doing that, yes,
like that. Oh, sweet lord, how nice." He started moaning with each
Homesian stroke.

"Mmmm . . . mmmm . . . mmmm . . . " Then he lost it completely. "Fuck
me, Homes, fuck me! Give it to me, big poppa! Fuck my arse like crazy,
you wild cowboy! Slip the juice to me, Bruce! Ooo eee, ooo ah ah,
ting tang. Walla walla, bing bang! Ooo eee, ooo ah ah, ting tang,
Walla walla, bing bang" Dr. Whatsin now knew why Mrs. Handson loved
that song so much. When sung, it had the same rhythmic beat as arse
fucking.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Homes sang, too, the beat of the silly song echoing in his head,
matching his in and out strokes. They now sang together: "Ooo eee, ooo
ah ah, ting tang. Walla walla, bing bang! Ooo eee, ooo ah ah, ting
tang, Walla walla, bing bang!"

Finally, Homes pushed into Dr. Whatsin's rectum as far as he could,
squeezed the man's waist tightly, and then stood stock still. He was
releasing his seed into the good doctor's inner depths.

"Ooooooweeee, Whatsin, here I come, ready or not!" He moaned as he
unloaded. Dr. Whatsin moaned in pleasure as he wiggled his ass against
Homes' groin, feeling the roughness of the man's trousers. Homes'
deerslayer cap fell from his head and landed on Dr. Whatsin's back. It
was only then that the good doctor realized that Homes was still fully
dressed for a severe winter. And he didn't care, either.

When they had finally uncoupled and Dr. Whatsin had his knickers back
in their proper place, the great detective poured them both a stiff
brandy. It was then that the good doctor noticed that Homes hadn't
used the KY Jelly, but had used jar Vaseline. That Homes, he thought,
still proving his anal toughening up theory!

They enjoyed their brandy and discussed the need for another go at
anal intercourse before sending the good doctor out as bait. They
agreed another round couldn't hurt.

Thus, they did it again, but this time with more loving passion thrown
in consisting of a few mouth kisses, just in case Dr. Phallus was a
stickler for feminine detail. This time, Homes used the KY Jelly. A
test between the two lubricants. After this go round, Homes spoke
first.

"You'll find, old man, that if you wear your arseplug more
frequently, the pain will be even less. But, I think you can now
attest, Whatsin, that it's elementary: When it comes to arse
buggering, KY jelly is vastly superior to jar Vaseline! You can read
my monograph on the subject later, if you wish, but for now, old
crumpet, the game's afoot!" He headed toward the door.

Dr. Whatsin, his rectum still burning whit, stood up and joined Homes
at the door. As he did, he said, "I think you're right, as usual,
Homes. It hurts less than the first time." He rubbed his old bum once
through his dress and they were off. The game, as Homes had put it,
was now afoot . . .

The End.

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

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This story is fiction. It concerns two older people who wind up as
seatmates on a tour bus, and get into a "hold it" situation. There is no
hard sex, and the activity is all consenual. Watersports, including
"holdit", and a bit of exhibitionism. M/F, ws, exhib

The characters are older people, reflecting that watersports activities
can be enjoyed by those who are no longer young.

Bus Trip Missed Stops

By Francine

Alan Wetherbee was a businessman who enjoyed travel. He may not have
been particularly handsome, but at 57 he was certainly not unattractive.
He was healthy, slender, gray haired and looked the international
businessman he was. Not that he was particularly affluent, for he traveled
as a representative for his company, but his schedule often gave him
weekends or days without obligations when he could make his own side trips,
and he loved these opportunities.

This day was one of those. He had a few days in this part of
Scandinavia, and had booked a bus tour into the wild northern parts of the
country. The trip left his hotel at seven A.M., and was not scheduled to
return until late that evening. He and his fellow tourists would be taken
through the rocky scenery of the rugged north country. After an early
breakfast at his hotel, he waited for the tour bus with a number of others,
none of whom he had met before.

He looked around at those waiting. There were several couples, and a
number of older women. He saw no other men alone. Altogether, there
seemed to be around thirty people.

As the bus arrived, they were briefed by their tour guide. They were to
be given box lunches, as there would be few places to stop for food. The
first stop was to be a small town, after about two hours of driving.

Alan entered the bus. As he was alone, he selected a window seat on the
left hand side. A rather shy man socially, he really hoped that he would
have the double seat to himself, as the bus would obviously not be full.
However, as the last passengers boarded, a an older lady stepped to his
seat and inquired, "Is this seat taken?" Alan, in gentlemanly manner,
replied "Not at all. Please join me." The lady seated herself beside him.

He studied her, trying not to be obvious. She was a tall but slender
woman, not at all heavy, with a bit of a tanned complexion and modest
breasts She wore a calf length skirt, suited to walking, he thought, and
sturdy walking shoes. She had a colorful blouse and carried a canvas bag
out of which a sweater protruded, apparently a provision for cooler
weather. It was summer, but in the northern climates it might indeed get
cool. She wore eyeglasses, and her gray hair was short and well groomed.

She introduced herself as Louise, from California, making a tour of
Europe "Mostly on her own". It seemed she had a group of female friends,
but they had gone in other directions, so on this day she was by herself.
Alan thought she seemed friendly enough, and though he was a bit shy with
women, having been divorced several years earlier, and had few female
friends.

They did strike up a conversation, and he found her an interesting seat
mate. She was a widow of several years, slightly older than himself, but
shared an interest in travel and the outdoors. Their conversation picked
up, as the time passed rapidly.

After passing several historic sights pointed out by the guide, they
came to their first rest stop at about nine fifteen. All left the bus, at
a site which appeared to be a country inn. The stopping place had a small
restaurant, a gift shop, and little else of interest. Most of the
passengers immediately headed for the rest rooms. Alan went into the
lobby, following several of the women travelers. There was a ladies'
toilet off the lobby, toward which most of the women gravitated. A sign in
the lobby indicated that a convention of a women's association was
gathering there all day. When Alan approached the men's toilet, he was
greeted by a sign indicated it had been converted to a facility for women
that day, apparently because of the number of women guests at the
convention. There was an indication that a facility for men would be found
in the garden.

Alan began to walk to the garden, then realized the walk was quite far,
and at the time he was feeling no compelling need, so he opted to return to
the bus. There would be another rest stop, he knew, before the lunch stop.

Returning to the bus, he was greeted by Louise. She engaged him in a
discussion of the gift shop's offerings which she had considered for her
granddaughter; and shortly the bus was under way again.

About half past eleven, the bus pulled into a campsite (offering cabins,
tents, and caravans), which was obviously the rest stop. Again, all got
out. He and Louise parted company for the moment, as she headed to the
local visitor center and shop. He headed for the building marked
"toilets", now feeling a definite need for relief. He found that the
facility was a unisex complex, with both men and women queuing to use the
same toilet stalls. One of the men in the party immediately called several
other men aside, and suggested it would be courteous to allow the women to
use the facility first, and the men would follow. Most seemed to accept
this idea, and Alan, not wanting to stand in the queue, busied himself
looking about the site while the women (including Louise, eventually, he
noted), used the facility.

After the women had all finished, the men began to enter, and Alan
joined at the end of the queue. Just as he was about two places from the
head of the line, a second tour bus arrived and began discharging
passengers. Most of these were women, and they immediately headed for the
toilets. Alan, trained as a gentlemen, stood aside as a new group of women
queued up ahead of him.

As he waited his turn, he heard the horn of his bus sound. Several
passengers were looking at him through the windows, motioning for him to
join them. Apparently all had boarded, and the bus was ready to depart.
Alan, much aware of his unrelieved needs, returned to the bus, hoping the
lunch stop would offer a better opportunity for relief.

On board, Louise greeted him warmly. "We thought we had lost you! You
must have found something really interesting to visit. Tell me about it?"
she inquired.

Alan chose not to explain his delay, but Louise, ever the
conversationalist, continued. "I realize what happened, and I want you to
know the ladies all appreciated it. It was nice of you men to let us use
the bathroom first. But I think it made you late. And I think you are
embarrassed about it! You were still around the bathroom, so I suppose you
didn't get to go until just about when we were ready to leave. I'll bet
that's what happened, isn't it?"

Alan tried to be friendly, but he didn't want to tell Louise a
falsehood. He was a bit too honest for that. He kept silence for a minute
or so, and Louise smilingly thanked him again, "Anyway it was nice of you,
and...." suddenly she hesitated, "but, you know, you looked like you were
in the line again. Well, there's nothing like being prepared. It may be a
while before out next bathroom stop!"

Alan was a little embarrassed, and it showed. Gradually Louise began to
suspect what had happened. "Alan, I didn't get it right, did I? You were
really still in line, and you didn't get to go at all back there, did you?
"

Alan shyly nodded his head. Then, very quietly, he told her about the
second bus. She laughed, "Well, you were a real gentleman, but it was not
too long after our stop at the hotel. You can probably afford to skip one
stop. I probably could, if I had to."

He blurted out, "I didn't get to go at the hotel, either. The men's
room in the lobby had been converted for women, and I thought it was too
far to go to walk out to the other one in the garden, so I just skipped it,
then."

Louise looked surprised. "You poor guy! You mean you haven't been to
the bathroom since we left the hotel? You must really need to go!"

Alan wasn't accustomed to discussing his bodily functions with women,
and really wished Louise hadn't asked so much. But, yes, he did need to
go, and his body was constantly reminding him of it. Louise tried to be
helpful, "Why don't we ask the driver to make a short stop for you
somewhere? You could slip out, well, I suppose, behind a tree or
something.."

"No!" Alan responded. "Look, really, I didn't mean to tell you about
it. I'd just be embarrassed if anyone knew about it. I just have to wait
to the next stop."

"But I know about it I could ask for you. Maybe I could ask them to
stop for me. They would stop for a woman, surely."

"And would you go behind the tree for me, too?" he asked.

She laughed at the absurdity of his suggestion. "No, I guess I
couldn't. And, anyway, I'd really be embarrassed, too. I understand your
feelings."

For a while they changed the subject, and talked about the subarctic
scenery they were passing. Louise was friendly and welltravelled, and she
was keeping Alan occupied with their conversation.

Drinks were distributed, and Louise took a can of soda for herself and
one for Alan. As she passed him one, he remarked, " Really, I'd better
not. It would make things worse!" She kept the second can, patting his arm
gently in a show of compassion. His remark drew her attention to his
growing discomfort.

Alan was indeed getting very uncomfortable. He squirmed just a bit.
Louise noticed, and tried to comfort him. "I wish I could do something for
you", she commented, "Is it really uncomfortable?" He nodded, and she
continued, "I can remember times when I needed to go to the bathroom and I
couldn't, so I know how it feels when your bladder is really full and you
can't do anything about it. I expect yours is giving you a lot of
discomfort. It must be at least six hours since you emptied it, hasn't
it?"

He was a little shocked by her frankness in discussing his anatomy, but
it was a little comforting to know that she could relate to the problem
from her own experience. But then, almost anyone could, he reflected, but
most people wouldn't talk about it.

He glanced at Louise, now having finished her drink, began gulping down
the one she had offered to Alan. "You must have been thirsty", he
commented.

"Well, I can't help you with your problem, Alan, but I do feel for you.
You were a real gentleman back there, Alan, and if I can't help you, the
least I can do is get myself in the same condition so I can share your
misery!" With that, she leaned out, and asked the tour guide for another
can of soda.

Alan was amazed. Here was a woman, not only willing to talk about an
intimate function with him, but deliberately creating a problem for
herself, for no other reason than to be in the same uncomfortable condition
he was in.

Within a few minutes, Louise had downed four cans of soda. Alan's
distress was unrelieved, but her actions were at least a distraction for
him.

The tour guide had told them the lunch stop would be at a grassy bit of
park land, where they would have a picnic lunch, but that there would be no
facilities or shelters of any kind. The news hit both of them with a bit
of surprise.

Louise commented first, "We'll have to find you a private place there.
Maybe we can do it so no one will notice." Alan agreed, adding, "If you had
known that, I bet you wouldn't have drunk all that soda. You're going to
be hurting as much as I am, and my bladder is aching pretty bad already."

Louise returned her usual smile, "No. I would have drunk it anyway.
I'm going to keep you company in this, because I can't do anything else for
you. And in case you want to know, I've now got a full bladder too but
it isn't aching yet. I expect it will be!" Her hand slipped to her
abdomen, and she felt herself, pressing slightly to check the sensation.

The bus ran on, the tour guide giving a running commentary on the
passing countryside. Both Alan and Louise were oblivious to the guide's
remarks, now absorbed in their own internal feelings. Alan was becoming
desperately uncomfortable, and was seriously concerned about how long he
could restrain his now painful bladder. Louise, at first almost nonchalant
in her expressed desire to share his discomfort, was now losing her smile
as her own bladder became distended more and more.

"Can you hold it just a bit longer? ", she asked, as the guide
indicated the lunch stop was now about ten minutes away. She added, "I can
hold out, but I'm starting to ache, too. How are you doing? " Alan was
squirming in his seat, trying somehow to find a spot that that just a bit
more comfortable. "Ten minutes is going to be about my limit, and I hope
we can find a place once we get off!"

The bus stopped, and the passengers climbed off. The guide briefed them
on the area, checked to insure that each had a box lunch, then invited them
to explore the nearby area and find a place for lunch, reminding them that
had an hour to be back to the bus.

The stopping place was grassy, with only a few small, subarctic bushes.
There were no real trees, and the only signs of shelter were the rock
formations which rose around them in clusters.

Alan and Louise, carrying their lunches, followed the group as they
headed off along a path. Both were scanning for a place offering a bit of
privacy. Little was to be found. At one point, Louise said something
about a rock reminding her of a geologic formation she had read of, and
loudly invited Alan to join her in inspecting it. They moved away from the
group, and along a short path that led a bit downhill, into an area between
two large boulders. As they moved between the rocks, the path abruptly
turned to the left, and a deep gully yawned in front of them. Louise
whispered to Alan, "Will this do for you? I can stand guard, and tell you
if anyone follows us!"

Alan quickly moved along the turn in the path a few feet, until he was
standing in the shadow of the large rock. Louise stepped back along the
path, but he stopped her. "You'd better stand there", he said, indicating
a point on the right hand side of the path, somewhat in front of the
sheltered spot where he was standing. "If you're there, I can see you, and
you can signal me if anyone comes... please, I really can't wait!"

Louise took the position indicated, from which she could see back down
the path, and view other passengers walking about some distance away. She
was also in a position to view Alan, but tried to avert her eyes. Alan at
first tried turning his back to her, but he was too close to the rock, and
then spun around, facing the gully in front. Almost ignoring Louise, he
reached down, opened his fly, and began to draw out his penis. Suddenly,
he stopped, blushing, and looked directly at Louise. "I'm sorry I'm
sorry I don't do this in front of ladies. Forgive me, I forgot for a
moment, but, gosh, I've gotta go!" She smiled and looked directly at him,
"That's all right. Don't mind me I know how much you need to. Just go
ahead, it's all right. "

Alan, need overcoming embarrent, aimed his penis into the gully and
released his urine stream. It shot out under great pressure, jetting out
several feet and falling into the gully. His eyes shifted to Louise. He
caught her staring at his exposed organ, and she quickly raised her gaze to
meet his eyes. "I am keeping watch", she said, "no one's coming. Go
ahead. Gee, you really needed to go. It's going out so far!"

Alan tried to appear calm. Here he was, urinating a strong stream with
a woman watching him, and he was trying to carry on a conversation with
her. All he could think to say was "I'm really sorry about this I don't
do this in front of women. I didn't mean to embarrass you by making you
watch" She cut him off, reassuring him, "Really, now, I don't mind at
all. I haven't watched a man do that in a very long time. I'm glad you're
shy. I think it's harder for you than me. But go ahead and finish. " Now
she was shifting her glance between looking down the path, and watching his
penis discharging its liquid stream.

At length he was finished. He concealed his private parts again and
zipped his fly. He started to turn to go back down the path, but he was
stopped short.

"Not so fast, Alan", Louise called to him. "Now it's your turn to keep
guard". She motioned for him to take the position she had held before. "I
need you to watch while I get rid of those four cans of soda. And I can't
wait to find another place, so this will have to do. " She positioned
herself facing the gully, in the spot Alan had stood. She tried to squat,
but on the narrow path there wasn't room to do so easily. She told Alan,
"You probably made me blush, watching a man pee, and I'm going to pay you
back. Will you be embarrassed to watch a woman pee? Because you're going
to, and I don't think I can squat properly, so you are going to have to
watch me try to do it standing up and I'm determined not to get this
skirt wet!" She reached up under her skirt, pulled down her white panties,
then stepped out of them. With both hands, she raised her skirt to waist
height, displaying her lower body with its triangular patch of dark pubic
hair. She spread her legs, and released her urination. It sprayed out
from her, some running down her legs, but mostly jetting in a thick torrent
dropping in front of her.

Her face in a noticeable blush, she looked Alan in the eye. "I never
did this in front of a man, but after seeing how shy you were doing it in
front of me, I just had to make you watch! It's my time to apologize, I
suppose, but I'm glad you're such a good sport." The water continued to
pour out of her, while Alan stared, almost in shock.

Finally, her stream ceased. She looked about for something to wipe
herself with, but seeing nothing, dropped her skirt and then stepped back
into her panties and pulled them up.

"Feel better?" she asked Alan "I know I do!"

Alan hardly knew what to say. They walked back to the group, together,
not only relieved but somehow now a bit bonded, having shared a rather
intimate experience. Together, they sat on the grass and shared their
lunch. They were like two children, who had somehow got away with a
slightly naughty activity.

Back on the bus, the tour continued for another hour or so until they
reached another rest stop. This one was a small store, with some public
toilets outside. Louise eyed the facilities, then nudged Alan gently,
saying, somewhat jokingly, "I don't need to and I don't think you do
either!"

Neither of them used the facilities. They simply went together around
the store, sharing their enjoyment of everything they saw. Alan, who had
been shy around women, was feeling more comfortable around Louise than he
would have thought possible a day earlier.

Just before leaving the store, Louise gave him a mischievous look, then
said she wanted to make a small purchase, while he returned to the bus.

When she slipped into her seat beside him, she had a bag containing a
dozen cans of soft drinks of several varieties. Alan looked at her,
quizzically. "Wait till we leave" was all she would say.

The tour had two more stops to make, before the final return to the
hotel. In northern Scandinavia in summertime, night is only a brief
period, so the bus would continue the tour well into the evening.

A while after leaving the rest stop, Louise handed him a canned drink.
"I think you need it", was her comment, as she also opened one for herself.
He was a bit puzzled, but knew she was up to something, so he played along.
Once he had downed the can's contents, Louise promptly produced another and
handed it to him.

"Are you just trying to get me so I need to find a bathroom?", he asked
her, knowing she was working on some such plan. "No", she replied, "and I
don't intend for you to find a bathroom, either. Nor do I. And I expect
you to skip the next bathroom stop, too; just like I'm going to."

"What are you up to? "he asked her, in an amused voice.

"I am watching you make these drinks disappear", she went on, "but I
want to see all of them again, as they leave your body. Not in a bathroom,
but behind a tree or beside a rock. I don't know where, but at our last
stop I want to see that show again. Really, Alan, I never thought I 'd do
anything like that, especially at my age, but it was such fun! And I want
one more taste of it. You game?"

He smiled and clasped her hand. "You're quite a lady", he said, "I
would never have thought you would be into anything like this. Are you
going to embarrass me again, making me watch you dispose of your drinks
behind a tree?"

"You want me to?" she asked, with a smile that reeked of mischief.

"I may not be so embarrassed, but I sure will watch!"

At the next stop, the passengers again queued up to use the toilets, but
these were two exceptions. Alan and Louise went about sightseeing,
ignoring the toilet facilities.

"How are you feeling?" , asked Alan, as they neared to bus to reboard,
mindful that she had drunk several canned drinks and had ignored the last
two opportunities to use a toilet. "Wonderful!" she answered, with her
smile, "I've got a full bladder, I know I'm going to have to hold it at
least another hour, I'm going to have another drink, and I'm going to get
downright uncomfortable! And I've never enjoyed it more, because I've got
a companion who is going to be in the same shape, and I am going to love
talking about my discomforts with him!"

"And at the next stop?"

"I am going to have a great time, you might say, relieving the
pressures! I never thought I would like doing this with a man, but, well,
here we are!":

They spent the next hour and more teasing each other about their
distended bladders and need for relief. Never had Alan so enjoyed being so
uncomfortable. He couldn't imagine doing anything like this before. It
was simply delicious.

By the time they arrived at the last stop, both had lost all interest in
the guide's explanations, as they were preparing to look for a spot to
relieve themselves. This time they knew would do it together, and they
were more than ready.

As the group began to explore the last sight, Alan and Louise slipped
away quietly until they found one small bush standing alone in an otherwise
open area.

"Our bathroom?" Louise suggested.

"Absolutely!" Alan replied, his swollen bladder now demanding immediate
relief. They stepped on the side of the bush away from the bus, now hidden
from the other passengers who were quite some distance away. Alan asked,
simply, "Who goes first?" Louise pointed to Alan, and positioned herself a
few feet in front of him. He was in no condition to wait long, and he
quickly unzipped his pants and prepared to discharge his overloaded
bladder.

"Alan", Louise interrupted him, "we may not meet again, but, well, would
you mind, if, uh, if I, well if I held it for you?" Alan dropped his hand
from touching himself, and just looked at Louise. She moved beside him,
and, very gently, took hold of his penis as he began to urinate. Never had
he had a woman do this before. He became aware of his own erection, but
managed to keep his stream going anyway. Louise directed it up, down, in
various directions. It was for him a wildly erotic thing he was
experiencing. She seemed to like it, too.

As his stream finished, she released him and stepped back. He, relieved
but now aroused, closed his pants. He looked to her, as if to say, "Your
turn". She anticipated his feelings.

Standing in front of him, she slipped off her panties, holding them in
her hand. She astounded him with her next comment, "When a lady has her
hands full, a real gentleman would offer to assist her by holding up her
skirt so she won't get it wet." She waited a moment, making a show of using
both her hands to hold on to her white panties, as though she was unable to
handle the skirt herself. He got the hint.

He reached down, grasped her skirt, and held it up so as to bare her
body from the waist down, probably more exposure than was necessary for her
planned activity. She didn't object. She just spread her legs wide apart,
smiled at him, and tried to relax her tightened sphincters. She had been
holding them tight so long, it took a short while before her muscles would
relax enough to allow her urine to flow, and in those moments Alan simply
gazed, transfixed, at her pubic hair and her spread genitals. He couldn't
imagine that a woman, even beyond his own age, would allow such a show .
Her urine started to drip, then to spurt out spasmodically before settling
into a strong stream. For what seemed a couple of minutes urine poured out
of her, spraying in front of her, running down her legs, going all over.
Alan couldn't believe he was watching such a performance.

Finally, her stream stopped. Alan was about to release her skirt, when
she extended her hand to him, holding a tissue. "Clean up time," she
commented, "care to help?" He couldn't believe his ears. He took the
proffered tissue, and, reaching to her genital area, carefully dried the
drops from her labia and pubic hair. At length, she pulled her legs
together again, and he dropped the skirt. "Thanks for the help", and then
she added, "Did I embarrass you enough?"

Their fun over, they returned to join the other passengers and later
boarded the bus. The trip back to the hotel was uneventful, except for two
older persons holding hands and quietly laughing and talking about
something only they knew.

At the hotel, Alan bad Louise a farewell, and returned to his room.

"Quite a lady", he thought. Then he reflected that he didn't even know
her last name or her next destination. "Quite a lady".

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Originally posted to Sept 26, 2003

The following story is intended for adults only. If you can't
vote in your locality or sex stories are prohibited please go
away.

If you've read Girl Friday's Silver Clit winning story Reunion
</~GirlFriday/reunion.html> this is a
mirror from Luke's point of view. All Characters are owned by
Girl Friday and used by Permission.

As always comments welcome at rodramseyyahoo.

Coming Home (M/F, rom)
by Rod Ramsey

I opened the invitation and began to read, "Mr. and Mrs.
Benjamin Reed request the pleasure of your company at the
marriage of their daughter Susan Anne to Mr. Michael Cunningham
Hastings."

That was as far as I needed to read before I knew I would be
going home to stay. The hustle and bustle of big city life had
taken it's toll and it was time for me to return to my roots. I
knew my parents would be happy to make my old room available
until I could find a place of my own.

Two months later I hit the road for the drive home, my job and
apartment behind me. Thoughts and memories flooding back the
closer I got to home.

I resisted the urge to look Cat up as soon as I hit town. I was
sure she would be Maid of Honor at Sue's wedding and I didn't
want to upset her with my presence before the ceremony. Not for
the first time I prayed that she would forgive me for what I had
done.

It was an evening wedding, white canopies providing cover in
the Reed's huge backyard. Susan made the perfect bride, her
beauty only slightly tempered by the vision of Cat, standing by
her as she took her vows. I could not pull my eyes away from the
sight of Cat, as gorgeous as I remember, the green of her
bridesmaid dress matching her eyes.

The reception followed the ceremony. I found trying to catch
Cat's eye proving difficult until Pop Reed took her out onto the
dance floor. Pop nodded in my direction and Cat glanced my way,
a look of shock passed over her face as our eyes connected. I
nodded my head in acknowledgement and headed their way.
Tapping Pop on the shoulder I asked if I could cut in. With a
grin and a wink he handed her over to me.

A spark of electricity flowed through us as I took Cat's hand
and pulled her to me. Her body molded to mine like it was made
for me, I led her around the dance floor.

"How have you been, Cat?" I asked quietly.

"Fine Luke and you?" she replied with a barely perceptible
tremor in her voice.

"That's a long story. You're still just as beautiful as I
remember."

The music ended and Cat pulled away from me. I resisted the
urge to hold on.

"Thanks for the dance, Luke. It was good seeing you again." she
said, turning to walk away.

"Cat, wait." I held her by the elbow, "I need to see you again.
We have some things to discuss." I tipped her chin up to look at
me, "Please?" Hoping she would let me explain that I never meant
to hurt her.

"No, Luke. It's no use digging up the past."

Yes there was. She hadn't left my mind in 7 years.

But I stopped myself. Now isn't the right time or place. I let
her go this time, watching her as she made her way across the
dance floor and into the house. After she disappeared I made my
way to the bar. Picking up two beers I walked down to the barn,
remembering the first time I realized Cat was truly lovely.

I've know Cat forever, she was my twin brother, Logan's, best
friend all through school. While I concentrated on sports and
girls, Logan concentrated on school and playing dirty little
tricks.

We were at Sue's house for a graduation party. The big barn
perfect for a little carousing and horseplay. As the evening
progressed we gathered in a circle playing Truth or Dare. My
girlfriend, Chrissy, curled up next to me, resting her head in
my lap. I saw Logan looking up toward the loft when his turn
came around.

"Hey Luke," he called, "truth or dare?"

"Dare." I replied, expecting to swing from the hay lift rope
naked or something equally silly.

Logan was still looking up when he told me my dare, "Climb into
the hayloft and spend ten minutes making out with who ever you
find up there. I'll give a yell when time's up."

"Hey. That's not fair!" Chrissy said in the whiney voice I was
starting to find annoying.

"Sorry Chris, you know the rules." I apologized as I made my
way toward the ladder.

"Well, who's up there?" Chrissy demanded of Logan.

"Cat." Logan replied. His voice taking on the smug tone that he
got when he had pulled a fast one. Logan never explained why he
hated Chrissy so much, but it was well known that Chris had
hated Cat ever since Cat had beaten her in a spelling bee way
back in third grade.

I climbed into the loft and planted myself in the same pile
that Cat had snuggled herself into. Her auburn hair spilling
around the hay, framing her face.

"Hey, Cat. Sorry, but a dare's a dare."

"Yeah, I know. Just do it."

I rolled to drape one side over her and brushed her hair back
from her face. Leaning down I brushed her lips with my own. A
spark seemed to flow through us as our lips touched. This was
nothing like kissing Chrissy or any other girl I had dated. I
teased and nibbled on her lips, a burning desire building in the
pit of my being. My cock surging to life as Cat got into it,
gently tracing my lips with her tongue. I groaned, wrapping both
arms around Cat and pulled her on top of me. My tongue played
games with hers, my hands tangled in hair made of liquid fire
that felt like silk. I could feel her body pressing against my
hard cock, a sigh escaping my lips. I pulled her ass tighter to
me with one hand as I let my other explore her breast, my thumb
finding an aroused nipple to play with. She moaned her mouth
pressed against mine, our tongues dueling as our bodies squirmed
together. I settled back, getting lost in the delightful
sensations.

I was just reaching for the snap on Cat's jeans when Logan
called, "Time." I reluctantly broke our embrace. Cat rolling to
the side, her breath coming in gasps.

"Jesus, Cat. What the hell was that?" I asked, trying to
control my own breath. My mind reeling from the fervor of our
embrace.

"Like I know? That's never happened to me before." she
replied, a look of lost confusion on her face.

"Never?" I asked, reaching to brush back a lock of hair from
her face.

"No."

"Luke! Get down here!" Chrissy called from the below, anger
audible in her voice. Yet I couldn't tear my eyes from Cat's
face.

"You had better go, the little woman calls."

"Shit, Cat. If she sees this lump, I'm a dead man." I replied,
knowing I would be cut off for the night and wanting to stay
with Cat instead.

"Well, I'd offer to help but you need Chrissy's permission
first."

I covered my disappointment by grumbling about insensitive
females and climbed down the ladder to Chrissy's iron grip. It
took all the will I had not to climb back up that ladder and
take Cat in front of the whole crowd. Instead I let Chrissy pull
me away from the party, requesting rather curtly that I take her
home. I didn't realize it at the time, but that was the first
real crack in my relationship with Chris.

I must have fallen asleep in the hay, waking stiff and sore in
the dark. I made my way back to where the reception was winding
down. I thanked Mr. Reed for his hospitality and then asked if
he would give me Cat's address. I could see he wanted to say
more after he gave it to me, but he changed the subject. I also
talked to Susan briefly before she left with Michael, again
getting vague answers to my questions. Shortly after that I
headed home. Sleep was slow in coming and I found myself waking
in the night, visions of Cat spinning in my mind. It was light
outside when I next woke. I decided that I would walk the mile
or so to Cat's house. Hopefully, the cool morning air would
clear my head.

I rang her doorbell then leaning against the rail. The need to
explain to her, to beg her forgiveness growing as I stood there.
I rubbed my hand along my chin, silently chiding myself for not
shaving. Cat opened the door her face immediately taking on a
look of displeasure.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, the tone matching her look.

"Morning, Cat. Mind if I come in?" I asked, stepping past her
into the hallway. Determined not to leave until she at least
heard me out.

"Please do." was her sarcasm laced reply.

"I'm sorry, alright? I've had a rotten night. Do you have any
coffee?" I asked, silently begging for her to give me a chance.

"Sure, come on into the kitchen."

She poured me a cup and then sat down across the kitchen table
from me. "Now are you going to tell me why you're here? And
start with how you found out where I live."

"I asked Pop Reed. Then I talked with Susan for a few minutes
before she and Michael left."

"You talked to Susan? About what?" She seemed edgy and for the
first time I thought I saw fear cross her face. What was she
afraid of? What should've Pop Reed or Susan told me?

"You." I replied, slumping in the comfortable chair.

"What about me?" she asked, anger creeping into her voice.

"I wanted to know how you're doing. Susan told me you aren't
seeing anyone, that you haven't in a long time. Why is that
Cat?"

"I've been busy. Why is this any business of yours?" She
snapped, her tone defiant.

I rubbed my face and smoothed back my hair, containing my
growing dismay at her attitude. Wishing she would just talk to
me like we used to.

"Catherine, please just drop the attitude and talk to me." I
begged, knowing the use of her proper name would let her know I
was serious. "Why did you leave me that morning? You could have
at least woke me up and said Goodbye."

"Luke, you were headed back to UCLA. I was going back to Penn
State. You were still in love with Chrissy. What was the point?
It was just a onetime thing between friends. I understood that."

Her words cut like a knife. I fell in love with her that night
and now I find that it was nothing more than a one night stand.
I sighed, shoving my hands into my back pockets, lost in
thought. How to explain to her the truth?

"I was not still in love with Chrissy. If you had stuck around
a little longer I would have told you that. I tried to contact
you a couple of times, but you never called back. Why?"

"I've already answered that. Luke, what's going on here?" she
asked.

I stood up, pacing the kitchen, "Why didn't you tell me you
were a virgin? I thought you were experienced. You should have
told me you weren't."

"Luke, it wasn't deliberate. It just wasn't important. I wasn't
exactly thinking rationally at the time." she gave me a small
smile that I'm sure was mirrored by my own.

"Cat, for seven years I've been walking around with you in my
head. When I go to sleep at night, I hear your laugh. When I
dream, I see the way you looked when I made love to you that
night. I wake up in the morning and I can smell your scent, feel
your body wrapped up in mine. I'm haunted by the memory of the
night we shared together."

She just sat there looking at me, her mouth open. I continued,
"When I got Susan's wedding invitation, I knew I had to come
here and see you again. I had to find out if what we had was
real or just some fantasy I built in my head."

"Luke, I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything at all." I replied, my voice hoarse
from fear and desire.

Her green eyes locked on mine, searching my face. Without
conscious thought I pulled her to her feet. I pulled her
unresisting body against mine. Tentatively I brushed her lips
with mine, testing her reaction. She still offered no resistance
as I placed my mouth firmly on hers. As our lips met the old
feelings surged back and I could feel my cock swell. A spark of
electricity flowed through us as my tongue slipped between
parted lips. Cat moaned, pressing her body to mine. I could feel
her nipples harden as they pressed into my chest.

"Oh, Cat." I groaned, bending my head to kiss her neck, feeling
the throb of her pulse. She responded by gripping my hair,
pulling my lips back to hers. Her mouth hungry for mine,
demanding more.

"Momma, Momma, look what Grams got me!"

At the sound of the child's voice, Cat pushed me away. She
stepped back to catch a blonde child that flew into her arms.
Cat picked the child up, covering her face with kisses as little
girl laughter filled the room. Cat buried her face in the
child's hair.

I stood in shock, trying to comprehend the scene before me. Cat
has a child? With who? When? My hope began to fade as I wondered
who the man was in her life. I heard the front door slam and
turned to see Cat's mother appear holding a small overnight bag.

"Well, this is a surprise." Mrs. Thompson said, looking from
Cat to me, trying to decide what she had interrupted. The
tension in the room was palpable. Only the child appeared to be
unaffected.

The girl squirmed against her mother. Cat set her on the floor
and watched as she walked over to me. Tiny fists on her hips,
she threw her head back and looked me over.

"Who are you?" she demanded, in an echo of Cat's earlier tone.

I studied her face carefully, taking in the child's features.
Eyes as green as her mother's. The blonde hair. The shape of her
nose. High cheekbones reflecting my own.

My child.

I felt a rage like none I had ever known bubble up inside me.
Ruthlessly, I shoved it down. Now was not the time. My control
didn't extend to my face and I know I glared at Cat before
replying, fighting to keep the anger out of my voice, "I'm a
friend of your mom's."

"My name's Emma. What's yours?" she said after a moment's
hesitation.

I kneeled down to bring my face closer to her's, "My name's
Luke. What were you showing your mom?"

Emma's smile lit up the room. She put one hand on my knee and
patted her chest with the other. "Grams bought me a new shirt. I
picked it out myself."

"It's very pretty."

"Yeah. Are you staying for lunch?" Evidently I had passed the
test. Emma's smile glowed, her green eyes sparkling.

My look to Cat let her know that I would expect answers. "I'd
love to."

Mrs. Thompson interrupted. "Emma, why don't you take Luke
outside and show him your new swingset? I need to talk to your
mom a minute."

Emma took my hand and led me into the back yard, chattering
about how much fun her swingset was. Emma showed me to the
swing, asking if I could push her for a few minutes. I
consented, taking pleasure in the simple act of play, alowing it
to calm my inner turmoil.

Emma's explanation of who had built the swing was Poppy and
Uncle Michael; although she was quick to explain that her mom
and Aunt Susan had helped. I verified that Poppy was in fact Pop
Reed. My inquiry as to her birthday confirmed what I already
knew, almost nine months to the day. Emma teased me when I got
stuck at the top of her small slide. She cried out with glee as
I pushed her higher and higher on the swing. Her infectious
laugh soon had me falling in love with her. Cat came out to lay
in the hammock, her face relaxed now. I continued to push my
daughter on the swing as my mind wandered.

Remembering the one night I spent with her mother brought a
smile to my face. It was two years after the truth or dare game.
Logan and I were hosting this year's end of summer party, before
we headed back to college. Like Susan, we lived on a big farm
in the country. Logan had built a huge bonfire to provide light
and warmth. I had snuck in some beer and some of the others were
getting pretty loud.

I watched Cat as she sat quietly by the fire, her red hair
glowing in the firelight. Did she know how I had watched her
whenever Chrissy wasn't latched onto my arm. Chrissy had already
left to return to school, leaving me the day before saying that
we should take a break and see other people. After watching Cat
for a while I wandered over and sat down beside her.

"You're pretty quiet tonight. You okay?" I asked, knowing she
had been sick.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired. The strep throat really wore me
out." she replied.

"Where's Susan? I'm not used to seeing you on your own."

She gave me a dejected smile and explained, "I gave her the
strep. We shared a soda before I knew I was sick. She's not
happy with me." I had to laugh at that. Those two shared
everything, why not an illness too?

"Where's Chrissy? I'm not used to seeing you on your own." Her
question catching me off guard. Maybe she did think about me the
way I had been thinking of her?

"We're taking a break." I replied, "It hasn't been working for
some time now. We've decided to date other people for awhile and
see how it goes." Not filling in that it was Chrissy's decision.

She apologized for bringing it up and I laughed it off. Cat
tried to get me to join the others but I declined. I could see
she was confused by my actions, trying to decide why I was
sitting there with her. I almost told her the truth about
Chrissy and me, but pride made me keep my mouth shut.

As the fire burned we talked quietly, Cat told me about Penn
State and the incredible graphic arts program. I told her about
UCLA and the prospect of Stanford Law School. Sitting side by
side as the others got drunk and acted like fools. Evidently,
the long day had caught up with Cat her eyelids drooping with
fatigue. I decided it was time to let Cat get some sleep and
pulled her to her feet.

"C'mon. You need to get some sleep."

I started leading her to house. My firm grip on her hand
insuring she would follow.

"Luke, wait. What about your parents?" Cat asked.

"They're cool. Chrissy used to stay here all the time." I
regretted the words the moment they left my mouth. "Besides,
your honor is safe with me."

"Damn, and I was sooo hoping." Her tone was joking, but I
don't think she knew how I longed for it not to be. For two
years I'd been wanting kiss her again. Spending time with her
tonight had made me realize I wanted more than a kiss.

I gave her curious glance and headed into the house. Cat called
her parents so they wouldn't worry and followed me upstairs to
my room. I rummaged around in the dresser and finding her my
favorite UCLA tee shirt.

"Here, you can wear this. Why don't you get changed and I'll
turn the bed down for you."

She took the shirt and went to the bathroom to change. I turned
down the sheets, folding the heavy bedspread out of the way.
Knowing she was still recovering from the Strep, I fetched a
glass of water, placing it on the night stand. Cat returned,
looking incredible in my shirt. My gaze traveled up her satiny
legs, over her small pert breasts and up to her incredible
auburn hair. She gave me a shy smile and I turned to leave,
planning to crash in Logan's room.

"Luke? Where are you going to sleep?" she asked.

"I'm gonna crash in Logan's room." I explained, turning to face
her.

"You don't have to do that. It's a queensize bed. There's
plenty of room. I don't want to kick you out of your own bed."
she said, biting her lower lip in a way I found extremely erotic.

I sat down next to her and sighed. I could already feel my cock
firming up at the thought, "Cat, I really don't think that's a
good idea."

She looked me straight in the eye as she asked, "Why not?"

I had to look away and stare at a spot on the wall, lest I
drown in her incredible green eyes. With a tremble in my voice I
answered her question. "You're my brother's best friend and I
don't think I can trust myself to leave you alone. I still
remember the fireworks that went off when I kissed you after
graduation. If I join you, I'm going to kiss you again. You and
I both know it wouldn't end there."

She slid her hand along my jaw, turning me to face her once
more. Her touch setting my skin on fire. Gently she replied,
"Then lock the door and come to bed. No strings, no regrets."

What could I say? I'd been wanting this for two years. My cock
swelled with anticipation. Without a word I got up and locked
the door. Cat sat on the bed watching as I pulled my clothes
off. My cock springing free, fully erect as I slipped my boxers
off. Cat licked her lips and started to pull the shirt off.

"Let me do it." my voice coming out in a hoarse whisper.

Cat let go of the shirt as I sat on the edge of the bed. I kept
my touch gentle, slowly letting my fingers follow the contours
of her face. The first kiss was a mere whisper of contact, the
spark of passion strong. I gripped her hair gently using it to
tip her head back, giving me access to kiss the hollow of her
neck. She made a quiet whimper of protest when I broke contact.
I slipped my hands under the shirt, exploring her body. Another
moan came from her lips as my fingers played across her hard
nipples. My palms slid along her supple skin as I lifted the
shirt off Cat's body, revealing her awesome features to my gaze.
I licked my lips as her breasts came into view. I could hardly
contain my passion as I peeled the shirt from her body. It was
everything I had imagined and more, the scent of her arousal
pulling me deeper into the depths of desire.

"I have never seen anyone more beautiful." I whispered, unable
to tear my eyes from her form.

Her reply was to grip my neck and pull me to her, our mouths
locked with one another. I groaned with passion as my tongue
forced it's way into her mouth, her hands dancing wildly over my
body. Her hand found my cock and began to stroke it gently. I
trailed kisses down her body to kiss and suck on her breasts, my
own hand finding her warm moist slit. She hissed loudly when I
touched her clit, her free hand pulling my mouth back to her's.
I let my body slide between her spread legs, her wordless plea
easy to recognize as she ground against me.

I hesitated, sanity seeping in for a brief second, "Cat, are
you protected?"

She nodded and I thrust into her, her legs wrapping around me.
I felt her maidenhead give way as I tore through it. 'Oh my
God.' flashed through my mind, 'She's not? I'm not her first?
Surely she's been with others?'

"Cat?" my voice soft with disbelief. My eyes looking into hers.

"Luke. Please don't stop." she begged.

"Oh Cat." I moaned, slowly beginning to pump my cock into her.

She moaned with soft whimpers as I pressed my pelvis against
her. Grinding my body against her clit. I could feel her body
tense, her breathing coming in tiny gasps.

"Now Luke. NOW." she cried.

I pounded into her, over and over. Her legs wrapped around me
pulling me tight as her climax sent me over the edge.

"Oh God Cat. YES!" I shouted, pounding into her as we climaxed
together.

Exhausted and gasping, I collapsed next to her. Pulling her
closer and stroking her body as our breathing slowed.

"Cat? Why?" I asked when I had regained my breath and my sanity.

"Because I wanted you." was her reply.

We laid there in each other's arms fading to sleep. I think she
was already asleep when I whispered softly, "I love you Cat."
Knowing in my heart that it was true.

Cat's moving stirred me to wakefulness. Her arms reaching for
me in the dark, my lips finding hers. This time was gentle and
slow as we made love. Cat's body mating to mine like we were
made for each other.

I woke up alone.

Cat, her clothes and my UCLA shirt were gone. I ran downstairs,
stopping only to throw on my shorts. Her car was gone, my dad
watering Mom's roses saying she was gone when he had come
downstairs 30 minutes earlier. I made a phone call to the
Thompson house, finding that Cat had already left for the drive
back to Penn State. After leaving a message at the dorm for her
to call me I sat down to think about why she had left so
suddenly. In the cold light of dawn I had begun to wonder if she
hated me for taking advantage of her, for taking her virginity.

A tug on my shirt brought me out of my reverie, "I think it's
lunch time." Emma said. Her sweet smile being returned by one of
mine.

"Yeah, Kiddo I think it is."

I looked over at Cat, who looked to be sleeping in the hammock.
Emma walked over to her mother tugging on her shirt. "Momma,
when's lunch? We're hungry."

Cat ruffled Emma's hair as she stood up. Glancing my way she
took Emma's hand, "Come on in and help me make it."

I followed Cat and Emma into the kitchen, sitting at the table
as Emma did her best to help with the meal. I struggled to keep
from saying something angry to Cat while Emma talked and made
little girl jokes. After cleaning up Cat pulled out some
crayons. I joined Emma laying on the floor coloring the pictures
as her mother sat quietly at the table. As we worked Emma's head
began to nod and her mother came over to carry her away, quietly
telling me it was nap time.

While she was putting Emma down I looked around the kitchen
finding some of Emma's painting on the refrigerator. Looking at
my daughter's art, I found my rage growing with the thought of
losing all this time with her and Cat. I was still there when
Cat returned.

"When, exactly, were you planning on telling me I had a
daughter?" I asked, struggling to keep my anger under control.

"What makes you think she's yours?" Cat replied angrily.

"God damn it! Don't even try to deny it. She may have your
green eyes Cat, but the rest of her face is mine." I yelled
back, coming close to losing control. Never had I been so angry,
"I thought you said you were protected. How the hell did this
happen?" I regretted the words as soon as they had left my lips,
yet anger refused to let me take them back.

"It was my fault." Her soft words, almost whispered taking me
by surprise. "Remember that I had been sick?"

I nodded, expecting her to place some of the blame on me. I
kept my mouth shut when it looked like she was going to
continue.

"The antibiotics I was on decreased the effectiveness of my
birth control pills. There was a warning label on the bottle. I
just ignored it because I didn't think I'd be having sex. I got
pregnant because I didn't pay attention. It was my fault and I
take full responsibility."

I managed to contain myself while she talked. I sat at the
table searching her face for answers. Trying to frame my next
question. "Why didn't you call me when you found out you were
pregnant? Cat, I had a right to know. What did I do to make you
afraid?"

"Honestly, Luke, I was scared. I had told you no strings and I
meant it. I wasn't about to mess up UCLA and Stanford Law
because I was stupid. I wanted you to have the chance to live
your life without the burden of a child holding you back. I
cared about you too much to let that happen." the words flowed
from her, the pain evident on her face.

"That should have been my choice. If you cared, you would have
called. You know that I would have stood by you, married you,
given Emma my name. She's six years old now! Look at all I've
missed. I should have been there when she was born and every day
after that." I paused to take a breath, "I would have been if I
had known."

"I know that you would have, Luke. That's why I didn't tell
you. I didn't want you to be with me because you felt obligated.
Damn it, don't you get it? I was in love with you! But, I was
not going to use my pregnancy to trap you into being with me.
You had just broken up with Chrissy. You guys were together for
four years. I knew you still loved her and I wasn't going to
stand in your way."

"Jesus, Cat, for the last time. I was not in love with Chrissy.
Get that through your head right now. I broke up with her. I
fell in love with you that night we spent together, but when you
wouldn't return my calls I thought you didn't feel the same way
I did. For seven years I've tried to move on. I came here today
to try to convince you to give us another chance. Now I don't
know what I want. Emma changes everything. I guess I just need
some time to think and get this all straight in my head." The
anger and confusion causing my head to spin. Did Cat hate me for
what I had done to her or was she serious about loving me. I
didn't know what to think.

"I can understand that Luke. Take all the time you need."

Without another word I turned and walked out her door. My eyes
fogging with tears. My mind reeling with mixed thoughts of hurt
and betrayal. I walked back to the house. Climbing into my car I
tore out of town, the radio loud hoping the sound would block
the memories from my mind. The scent of Cat on my pillow.
Chrissy's haughty laugh when I told her it was really over.
Waking in the night with Cat's name on my lips.

I headed for the batting cages. My old friend whenever I needed
to work out some anger and think. Hitting balls till my arms
ached. Naming each one for every wrong that had taken place and
the people who should have told me that I had a child. Even my
own parents had to know. Exhausted I sat down and thought about
the conversation I had just had with Cat. Replaying her words in
my mind. She cared about me too much to interfere with my life.
She loved me, not loves me. I could say even through my anger
that I love Cat.

It was dark when I returned to Cat's house. The lights were on
yet no answer came from my ringing of her doorbell. I cursed
under my breath at finding the front door unlocked. My time in
California causing me to be dismayed at how could Cat be so
cavalier about my child's safety.

Cautiously I opened the door calling Cat's name. I found her
and Emma sleeping in the hammock on the back porch. Sitting in
the dark watching them sleep all confusion faded from my mind. I
still loved Cat and I loved my daughter. I resolved that I would
take an active roll in Emma's life.

Cat stirred and woke up, moving her shoulders to ease some
discomfort. Her eyes fell on me and I smiled.

"Hey." she called out her voice scratchy with sleep.

"Do you still love me, Cat?" I asked, my eyes still locked on
hers.

"Huh?" she replied, confusion crossing her face.

"You said earlier today that you were, past tense, in love with
me. I want to know how you feel now. Do you still love me?"

"Yes." she replied without hesitation.

"I spent all afternoon driving around. Listening to loud rock
and roll on the radio." I frowned, "Just thinking. I'm angry,
Cat. I'm not going to deny it. I look at that beautiful little
girl snuggled in your arms, knowing she's mine, knowing I missed
six years of her life and I'm angry. I cursed you with every
curse known to man and made up a few new ones while I was at it.
I went to the batting cages and hit balls until I was too tired
to be angry."

The look on Cat's face caused me to quiet my tone a little.

"Once I got over being mad, I could think a little more
clearly. I understand why you did what you did. I don't like it
one little bit and I'm still pretty upset about it, but I
understand. You did what you thought was best."

I paused to organize my thoughts and to give Cat an opportunity
to say something before continuing.

"I realized it really doesn't matter. I came back here to find
you. I found you and Emma. The only thing that really matters is
this. I love you. I have for a long time now. I don't know if we
can make this work or not. But I want to try. I want to be with
you. I want to raise our daughter together. Not because I feel
obligated to, but because I love you and I love Emma; more than
I thought was possible in such a short time."

"I'd like that, Luke, but how? Emma's in school here; don't you
still live in California?"

"Actually, no. I missed my family. I missed small town life. I
missed you. When Susan's invitation showed up in the mail, I
decided it was time for a change. I quit my job out there and
I've been staying with my parents while I house hunt. I've
already got a job with one of the small law firms here in town."

I couldn't read the look on her face. Cat opened her mouth to
say something then closed it again. A small tentative smile
played across her lips.

"It's kind of small, but I think there's room in this house.
Why don't we talk with Emma tomorrow? If she agrees, maybe you
could move in here?"

The fear, anger and confusion melted away; my face returning
the smile that filled hers.

"I thought you'd never ask. In the morning we're going to have
a talk about locking that front door, but for now why don't we
put our daughter to bed?"

I picked up my daughter and carried Emma upstairs. Cat stopped
to lock the front door, finding it already locked. After getting
Emma settled in her room, she took me by the hand, leading me to
her bedroom.

"I have something I want to give to you." she said. Opening her
dresser she pulled out my old UCLA tee shirt. I let the hem drop
trying to figure out what the brown stains on it were. Surely
Cat wouldn't have used it for painting.

"I knew you kept this. I liked knowing you had it, but what's
the stuff all over it?"

"I was wearing it when Emma was born. I had to fight everyone
in the hospital, but I wore that shirt. The brown stains are
from when they put her on my tummy right after she was born. So
in a small way, you were there with me when she was born."

"Cat, I don't know what to say. I'll treasure it always."

I refolded the shirt and carefully placed it on top of the
dresser. I turned back to Cat sensing her hesitancy, knowing
that she could feel mine. When she put her hand in mine I lifted
it to my lips, kissing each finger in turn. Fatigue was starting
to catch up to me and I pulled Cat into the bathroom.

"It's been a long day. How about a bath?" I asked, then without
waiting for an answer started filling the large tub. "Got any
bubbles?"

With a tilt of her head she indicated a shelf on the wall and
watched me as I drizzled the bubble soap into the bath. When the
tub was full I shut the water off and approached Cat. I gently
tilted her head back softly kissing her sweet lips.

"C'mon Cat, let's get in the tub."

Cat just stood there with that little smile on her lips as I
undressed. I turned away from her so she couldn't see my hands
shaking with nervous anticipation as I pulled the buttons loose
on my jeans. I could hear her draw in a sharp breath when I
turned to climb into the tub.

After lowering myself into the tub I looked up at her lovely
face, "Cat, the water won't stay warm forever."

Cat stopped staring at me when I spoke, the soft smile still on
her lips. I watched with bated breath as she slowly removed her
clothing, each piece revealing her body to me. She had matured
during the last seven years, her body fuller, rounder. Just as
glorious. When she let her bra fall to the floor her breasts
still retained some of their youthful firmness. I licked my lips
when she slid her panties down her long legs, her fine red pubid
hairs glistening with wetness. She twisted her hair into a knot
on top of her head and step into the tub.

Settling her body between my thighs, she leaned back to rest
against my chest. A sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed in the
warm water. I squeezed some liquid soap onto my hand, the room
filling with the scent of orange blossoms as I began lathering
up her arms and shoulders.

"Mmmm, that feels nice." she said, her eyes closed, a peaceful
look on her face.

"Sit up a sec so I can do your back." I said.

She slid forward giving me access. I could feel the tension
easing in her muscles as I worked the soap into her skin.
Scooping handfuls of water over her back and shoulders to rinse
off the soap. I leaned forward and pull her soft body back to
me.

As she settled against me I recalled how our bodies mated so
perfectly. Slowly I let my hands begin to wash her front. Again
the soft sigh as my hands spread the lather over her belly
working my way to her breasts. I teased her ear with my lips
kissing my way down to nuzzle her neck. My hands circling her
breasts, caressing the soap into her hard nipples. She moaned in
response as I rolled one gently between my fingers. She wiggled
her butt against my stiff cock. I let my hand slide down her
belly, causing her to jump in surprise when I slid it along her
pussy. I caught her lips with my own when she turned to face me,
our passion making me harder. I slipped my finger inside as our
tongues entwined. Cat's body shook as she turned to straddle me,
slowly sliding down my shaft.

"Oh God, Luke," she whispered, "it feels so good."

"I know, Baby, for me too." I murmured.

It felt like coming home.

I raised my legs, bending them at the knee to give her more
support as she moved her body up and down. The soap on her
breasts letting her slide against my chest. As she moved I
placed one hand on the back of her neck pulling her into a kiss
I never wanted to end. My hand slid up into her hair pulling the
clip loose and tossing it out of the way as her hair spilled
around us. Cat picked up the pace and I moaned with urgency,
flicking her clit with my finger as my need forced it's way to
the surface. Cat started to shake, her body clenching my cock in
its velvet vise. We groaned in unison as our climax's flowed
over us, my seed filling her womb. I held her to me in the
cooling water as she collapsed against me, my body trembling
with joy.

"I love you." she whispered, her lips just brushing my ear.

"I love you too, Catherine. I always have." I replied, loving
the sound of her name on my lips.

The sun was just beginning to set, turning the sky a mixture of
pink, yellow, and orange. Music drifting on the breeze as
couples swayed on the dance floor.

Holding Emma to me in her pink satin dress, I carried her
around the dance floor. Her head rested on my shoulder, the long
day having taken it's toll. I could see Susan, her belly
swelling with Michael's child, talking to Mrs. Thompson. Nearby,
under the lilac tree Cat stood talking to Pop, his hand
extending to pull her onto the dance floor for one final dance.
The gold band resting on her hand glinted in the fading light,
reminding me of the weight of it's match on mine. I watched my
lovely wife dance with the only father she had ever known. Emma
snuggled tighter to me, her breath warm on my neck.

I knew I was finally home. As Emma faded, her last words before
falling asleep, "I love you Papa."

The End.

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