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Warning! This is an adult story. It was written for adults on an adult
topic. It contains graphic descriptions of sex acts. These acts may involve
preteens having sex with adults. If you object to this type of material or
if you are under the legal age to read such material in your area, please
leave now. All others please continue and enjoy yourselves.


The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place
completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No real
children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story. Please
do not try this at home.


The codes I have used are for the whole story. They do not all apply to
every chapter.


I Married Three Girls
(MF, Mgg, Fgg, gg, Rom, Ped, Inc. slow)
by Uncle Sky


Chapter 18


I was dreaming again. It had to be a dream because I knew I went to bed
with Jill and there was to be no fucking. I could feel someone bouncing up
and down on my morning erection as if there were no tomorrow. But wait a
minute. I could feel the bed moving and the warm pussy clamping down on my
cock. I could hear the moans of someone nearing orgasm. My eyes were
closed. I tried to open them. They popped open easily and what I saw was a
shock.


"Surprise!"


It wasn't a dream and it was Jenn on my cock. Jill was nowhere to be seen.
I was feeling very good and didn't want it to stop so I just went with it.
I could find out the details later. I reached up and started playing with
her ample breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect and I found them to be
very sensitive. I pinched and rolled them and Jenn moaned loudly and tossed
her head from side to side. I looked down and could see her clit wasn't
getting full contact in her position so I used one hand to give it a little
rub.


"Oh God yes Carl. That's it right there. More please. Don't stop. Please
don't stop."


I had no intention of stopping and continued to play with her nipple and
her clit at the same time. Meanwhile she kept up her bouncing pace on my
cock. I found I was very close to orgasm and hoped she was too. She
certainly sounded like it. I felt my balls pull up and the semen start to
flow up my cock. I pushed up against Jenn and held my hips up against her
cunt. She pushed down and held still as I started to pump my cum into her
tight pussy.


Jenn held still for a few moments while I continued to rub her clit and
nipple. I was cuming and I guess it tipped her over as well because she
cried out and stiffened as she went over. It lasted a few moments and then
I dropped my hips and she slumped down on my chest. It had been a short
fuck but a good one and we were both exhausted by it. Jenn perhaps more
than me since she did most of the work.


We just lay there for a bit recovering and then Jenn sat up and pulled off
of my softening cock. It plopped out of her pussy and she moved over to the
side with her legs together to keep from getting cum all over the sheets.
She bent down and licked my cock clean. I loved it when they did that. It
seemed such a nice way to finish a good fuck. As she was finishing I sighed
and then asked her what was going on.


"Jill got up early this morning and came in to see me. She thought it
wasn't fair that you didn't get to fuck her last night and she knew I
hadn't done it yesterday either. She thought we could consider it a swap if
I was willing and as it turned out Callie had me hot and ready by then from
her talented tongue. So Jill stayed with Callie and I came in and started
on you. You were sleeping so soundly I ended up fucking you for several
minutes before you woke up. You're not angry are you?"


"Hell no! I'm delighted with both of you. It was very thoughtful of Jill to
consider my possible needs and you for being willing to help out. I took so
long to wake up because I thought I was dreaming and didn't want it to
stop. Thank you for a wonderful wake up."


I pulled her down into a nice long kiss and tasted my cum in her mouth. But
she ended it and pulled away.


"It's time to get up now lazybones. I need to get cleaned up so I can get
to work and you should think about getting up and ready for breakfast ."


I felt a good deal more like loafing there in the bed but knew she was
right. I got up and went to take my shower. I shaved and brushed my teeth
first and then I hesitated before stepping in to the shower to see if I'd
have company but there was nobody to join me. I went ahead and showered
alone. When I was done, which was much sooner than usual, I went out to the
kitchen for breakfast. I was the last one to get there. I guess we old
folks are slower.


We chatted during breakfast about a number of things. June was sure to
remind me to see what I could do for Patty and Frank. I promised I'd do my
best. I reminded Jenn to ask Bob about car dealers and to stop at Frank's
place after work to pick up Callie.The girls left shortly after we finished
eating and Jenn went to get dressed for work. She was determined to work
extra hours until Bob's office was running smoothly. She left not long
after the girls did. I wondered what Bob thought about her hours.


I helped Callie with the dishes and then left her to make the beds and do
some other odds and ends she wanted done. I went to the computer again. I
was getting back in the habit of spending time on line. I had several
projects I was working on for our future and it was fun.


About ten o'clock Callie came out all dressed for her visit to Emily. She'd
made a lunch to take along for the three of them and was wondering about
supper. I suggested that it might not be a good idea to give them too much
at once. If we kept feeding them like that it might embarrass them. She
agreed and kissed me good bye before leaving.


After Callie left I spent some time thinking about the best way to help
Frank and his family. I had some ideas but wasn't sure where to start. Just
then I heard the mailbox clang as our mail arrived. I went to get it and
found a variety of junk mail and one very official looking envelope. It was
our marriage certificate. That settled a couple of things for me.


Having the certificate meant I could take the family out to the base to get
their ID cards. And it also gave me an idea of a way to help Frank. I sat
down and called the Chaplain out at the base. He'd know what to do.


The Chaplain's Assistant answered the phone and asked me to hold when I
asked to speak to the Chaplain. He came on the line shortly and asked if
there was a problem. I assured him everything was great with my family and
again thanked him for all his help. He said he was very happy to have been
a part of the whole ceremony. We chatted for a moment and then he asked the
real reason for my call.


Without mentioning any names I told him all about Frank and his family and
the problems they faced. I explained that he was an Army Vet not Air Force
but asked if he could help. I said I was sure he would know who to call for
the kind of help needed. He told me the branch of service didn't matter and
that he indeed knew who to call. He asked me for my number and promised to
call me back that afternoon. I thanked him and hung up. I was confident I'd
taken the right step and that it would end up helping Frank and his family.


I fooled around for a while and then made myself a sandwich for lunch. Then
it was back to the computer. After a while I decided to get dressed so I'd
be ready to take the family out to the base when they got home.


About 2:30pm the phone rang. It startled me since we don't get many calls.
I answered and found it was the Chaplain. He explained what he'd
accomplished and I was amazed. I thanked him profusely and when he asked
about seeing Frank I suggested that afternoon might be possible. He said to
drop in any time and I thanked him again and hung up.


I was very excited by what the Chaplain had told me. I couldn't wait to see
the look on Frank's face when he heard. I called his house right away.
Callie answered the phone and told me Frank was out picking up a few
groceries but would be back soon. I told her there'd be good news later and
that she should have Frank call me as soon as he got back. She wanted
details but I thought it should be Frank who got the news first. I told her
to be ready when Jenn got there to leave for the base to get her ID. I said
I'd bring the kids over. She said okay and we hung up.


In just a few minutes Frank called. I told him I was pretty sure his
problems were about over but the details would come later. For then he
needed to be ready to make a trip to the base when I took the family out
that afternoon. He was worried about Patty and Emily being left alone and I
told him not to worry that Jenn and Jill could keep them company. He agreed
and I ended the call. I had just enough time to call Jenn at work and tell
her what was going on. I said I'd bring the kids over when they got home
from school. That seemed to be okay with her.


It wasn't long before the door burst open and there was a babble of hello
Daddy and hello Uncle Carl and then at the end a small voice said "hello
Grampa Carl". I was surrounded and hugged by a crowd of little girls. There
were hugs and kisses and it took a minute to get them quieted down. Life is
great though isn't it?


I explained to the girls what we needed to do and June and Julie put their
books away. Jill decided to take hers along so she could do her homework.
We left for the short walk to Patty's house. She held my hand the whole
way. June was beaming as if she knew what was coming.


The walk didn't take long and we found Jenn was already there when we
arrived. Jenn was shown around a little and introduced to Emily before the
rest of us left. Jenn and Jill were very happy to be able to help out. We
all piled into my car and were off to the base.


Our first stop was the Chapel. I left the girls in the car and took Frank
in to introduce him to the Chaplain. Once they were settled I left them
alone and took the rest over to get their ID cards. The whole process went
surprisingly fast considering it was the military and there were three
people to get cards. We were back at the Chapel in about an hour and a
half. We all went in so the girls could say hello to the Chaplain and his
assistant. We found Frank ready to leave. He looked as if he'd been crying
but he smiled when he saw us.


"Thank you so much Carl. You've no idea how much this all means to my
family."


I told him not to think about it. I was't doing anything that big. We
chatted with the Chaplain for a few minutes and then left. Frank gave us
all the details on the way home. It was quite a trip. On the way I stopped
at the bank just before it closed. Then we continued to Frank's house. By
the time we arrived we had all the good news and Frank went in to tell his
wife.


The Chaplain had followed my suggestion in a few areas and then gone
further on his own. The result was that Frank had a job. He'd be given a
Veteran's Preference and employed at first as an Electricians Helper. That
was the only job open at that time. But the pay was almost what he'd been
earning before. They also promised him a promotion to Master Electrician in
just a couple of months when one of theirs retired. That would mean a big
boost in salary.


That wasn't all. There was a cancer support group on the base and he had
been invited to attend their meetings. There was a lot of help they could
give and having people who were going through the same thing he was would
be a great help too. There was also a Family Support Office on base that
might have some help available for his family. He was going to go see them
the next day. His job would start the following Monday.


Everyone was very excited at the news. Most of all was Emily who cried for
about ten minutes after she heard the news. We all crowded into her bedroom
and talked for a bit. I signaled Frank to come out to the other room for a
minute and we left the rest with Emily.


"Frank, I know you're very happy right now but I want to get serious for a
minute. You still have bills and you can't afford to lose your car or your
apartment. You won't be getting paid for at least two weeks I believe, so
there is still a problem. Am I right?"


He looked very sad again as he nodded his agreement.


"Well, I'm going to help you out with that problem Frank. And don't try to
say no because I'm very stubborn and won't take no for an answer. Here's
$2,000 as a loan. This will be a no interest loan to be paid back when ever
you get on your feet. Meanwhile I might even take some payment in work at
my house. I'm thinking of making some changes and it may require a licensed
electrician. Okay?"


"Alright Carl. I'll take the loan and promise you I'll pay it back when I
can. If you need some work done that's okay too. You've been a Godsend to
my family and I don't know how I can ever thank you."


"Don't you worry about me. You just take good care of Patty and Emily. If
that loan isn't enough to hold you I expect you to tell me. I'm not rich
but I am blessed and I can share with you and your family. You just do what
needs to be done and promise me you'll let me know if you need more help."


"I promise Carl. And I thank you too."


"Now I think we need to celebrate a little. It's getting late and none of
us have eaten yet. I can't expect the ladies to prepare a meal this late so
let's order some take out. You and your family like pizza don't you? Can
Emily eat it without any trouble?"


"Yes we love pizza and she still eats almost anything she want's to."


That's all I needed to hear and we went back to ask what kind of pizza they
all wanted. We placed the order once we had all the requests and it arrived
in just over thirty minutes. We'd ordered salads, pizza and desert all at
once. We even ordered soda to go with it. We had a feast and a lot of fun
at the same time. The evening was about over and it was time for us to go
home. Callie promised to be over the next day so Frank could go take care
of some things. Emily insisted on a big kiss for me and for Callie before
we left. I also got a big kiss right on the mouth from Patty. I was glad we
were leaving so she wouldn't see the hardon she gave me.


When we got home it was time for the girls to go to bed. We took a few
minutes to go over their homework but it was light that day. I expected
Julie to go to my bedroom but she went to her own after kissing me good
night. I was about to ask her what was going on when Callie stopped me.


"Julie has agreed to let me spend the night with you since she can't have
full sex any way. She knows I want to talk to you and won't have enough
time in the morning. You don't mind do you?"


"Of course not. Why would I? I get to spend a night with my wife and have
mad passionate sex all night. That sounds like a good deal to me."


Callie was in stitches at my statement. She knew I was kidding. At least I
was kidding a little bit. The truth was we did need to talk and I was glad
to be spending the night with her under any conditions. We went in and got
ready for bed and were soon cuddled up together. Callie wanted to talk so I
let her.


"Frank has kept their apartment up pretty well since Emily got so sick and
he lost his job. That gave me a lot of time to talk to her. Or to be more
accurate for her to talk to me. She's a checkers fanatic so we played and I
listened for quite a while. She told me that the birthday we saw was
Patty's ninth. She's a bit small for her age but may grow faster later like
Emily did.


She also told me that they're naturists and often go naked at home. She
wanted me to know in case I walked in on them some day. I laughed and told
her we weren't naturists really but did enjoy being naked at home. She said
that we should not be concerned about Patty seeing us as she sees both her
and Frank at home and really loves being naked herself. So if we want to be
naked when Patty is here we can and it's also okay if Patty wants to get
naked too."


I was surprised at that news but pleased that we were not in danger of
having a scene if Frank found out. I said as much to Callie and then she
continued.


"She also told me she knows she's dying. She's not afraid and in a way will
welcome the end because of the pain and being sick all the time. But she is
very worried about Frank and Patty. There's no other family. She and Frank
are both only children from families that have only had one child per
generation for a very long time. All their relatives have died off leaving
them totally alone. That means no help for Frank after she's gone."


I could understand why Frank was so worried about Patty. He must be facing
a very lonely existence. It would be difficult for him to raise Patty
alone.


"Emily told me she and Frank haven't had sex for a very long time. She's
very worried about his mental health with the strain he is under. Even now
with the help you got him there will be a lot for him to do. She said she's
very pleased that the girls are being friendly to Patty and she wants that
to continue. She also wants to talk to you alone. She asked me to see if
you could come over with me tomorrow."


"Of course I will. I'd be glad to talk to her and help her in any way I
can."


"She's hoping you'll agree to help raise Patty. She says she knows what you
are and thinks you're just the perfect person to watch over them when she's
gone. I told her I thought you'd be glad to do anything you could but she
needed to be more specific with you. She said there's a lot she needs to
share with you so you know how to help out."


"It sounds like she has her plans all made. I hope I can be helpful in
whatever way she wants. I think I'm falling in love with Patty. She is so
cute and looks so needy. I think she needs a grampa very much and I'm glad
she chose me."


Callie told me a little more about Emily and Frank and their background.
She started to play with my cock as she was talking and I was soon sporting
an erection that needed attention. I hadn't been totally idle while she was
talking either. I'd started to play with her pussy. As the conversation
slowed and then stopped we began to pay more attention to each other's sex
organs.


I kissed her and then sucked on her tit. I kept up my stroking of her pussy
with a good deal of rubbing of her clit. She'd started to stroke my cock as
we were talking and I was ready for more.


"Is there anything you want to do before we go to sleep dear?"


"Mmmm. I think we've done about enough fooling around by now. Let's fuck."


I didn't need to be told twice. I rolled over on top of her and she guided
my cock into her hot wet sex. We both pushed at the same time toward each
other which resulted in my cock sliding in all the way to the balls. Callie
and I both groaned at the same time from the sensations. I got into a
steady stroking motion and she was meeting me on each stroke. I leaned down
and kissed her deeply. Out tongues were fighting as we fucked faster and
harder by the minute. I think it lasted about five minutes and then we both
came. Well, I guess I came first. But she was right behind me and seemed to
really have a good one.


We hugged as we came down and she rolled me over on my side. My cock was
still in her pussy as we held each other and fell asleep. It'd been quite a
day and I was rather proud of myself and my family for what we'd
accomplished. I just hoped we could be the support that those poor people
needed. I knew we'd try.


I wasn't surprised to wake up feeling a warm mouth around my cock. I just
kept my eyes closed for a few minutes and enjoyed the sensations. Then I
started to think with my upper head instead of the lower one. I went to
sleep with Callie. It should be Callie that had her mouth around my cock.
But I was pretty sure it wasn't. I was getting to the point where I could
tell. This was one of the girls. I decided to open my eyes and see for
myself who was blowing me.


It was Julie. They seemed to have switched places again. Julie was't paying
attention to my face and hadn't noticed that I was awake. She was very busy
sucking and licking my dick. I reached down and got hold of her leg and
pulled her around so I could get to her pussy. She was hot and dripping. I
moved her over on top of me and went after her pussy with my tongue. First
I lapped up the juices that were running out of it and then I slipped my
tongue between the lips and into her hole. I only got in a little ways but
it was enough to get a reaction from her.


I could hear and feel her moaning around my cock as she slurped up and down
on it. The vibrations were wonderful. I kept licking and moved up to her
tiny clit. It was erect and sticking out of it's sheath. I licked it softly
and then sucked on it. That was all it took to send her over. Her legs
clamped around my head and she stiffened on top of me. There was just a
very momentary clamping of her mouth on my cock. I thought for a moment she
was going to bite it off but she quickly relaxed her grip.


There was a pause and then she continued to suck on my dick. I felt her
pull off my cock and lick it all over before going back to sucking. That
was all it took for me and I went off in her mouth. She kept sucking until
I finished and then stopped. I couldn't see her until she slid around
facing me. She still had my cum in her mouth and smiled before pointedly
swallowing it all and licking her lips.


"Mmmm, that was good. Thank you Daddy and good morning. Did I surprise
you?"


"Good morning sweetheart. Yes you did and pleasantly I might add. What's
going on with you and your mother? Have you decided to play musical beds or
something?"


"Hee hee. Mommy came and got me this morning and said I should get some fun
out of what was supposed to be my night. I didn't expect you to eat me
though. I thought I'd just give you your morning blow job and then slip
away before you noticed."


"There's no way you could do that, little one. You are too good at it and
I'll wake up every time. How about we go shower together? Is that okay with
you?"


"Oh yes. I love to shower with you Daddy."


We got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I realized that I needed to
pee and started to raise the seat when Julie stopped me.


"Are you going to pee Daddy? I need to pee too and you still haven't peed
on me like you did on Mommy and June. Will you do it now? Please?"


"If that's what you want sweetheart but you better get on that seat fast or
you'll miss it."

She giggled and quickly lowered the seat again and sat down. She must have
either seen how it was done or talked to June because she slid back to make
a space for me to pee in and spread her legs apart to open her pussy. I
took aim and let go with a pretty strong stream. After a second she did
too. Our urine was mixing as it ran down into the bowl, but mine was
washing over her clit and I could see the effect it was having on her.


As I moved the stream up and down just enough to cover her clit I saw the
wide eyed expression of surprise on her face. Then her pussy moved forward
a little as if trying to get more. I had a pretty full bladder so it took a
while to finish. Long enough to get her off again. She closed her eyes and
stiffened, arching her back and letting out a loud "ooooo" that I'm sure
could be heard in the other room.


I finished as she was cuming and leaned down to hold her so she wouldn't
fall if she relaxed too suddenly. She felt my arms and fell into them,
hanging on tightly.


"That was really hot Daddy. I had a nice cum just before you finished. I
liked it a lot and hope we can do it again some time."


"Any time dear. Just catch me when I'm ready to pee and I'll be glad to let
you feel it again. Now why don't you run in and brush your teeth and get
your clothes out and put on a shower cap while I shave and brush my teeth.
Then we can shower together. Okay?"


She agreed and was gone in a flash. I quickly took care of my own duties
and was ready for the shower when she returned. The water was running and
the temperature was set so we just stepped in and got started. I thought
the time might be running out on us so I moved quickly. I soaped my hands
and washed her back and legs without any delays. Then I turned her around
and went to work on her chest and belly. I noticed that her tits seemed a
tiny bit bigger than I remembered. It seemed that all the girls were
growing like weeds now that they were getting good meals on a regular
basis.


I had good reason for moving fast. I wanted her to have the pleasure of my
attention to her breasts and pussy. I rubbed and pinched her nipples for a
minute and then after rinsing my hands I went after her pussy. I was very
careful to get in every crack and even the entrance to her vagina. All the
attention was effective as always and she had a small orgasm. I held her
close while she recovered and then rinsed her off. She was a little weak
after three orgasms in such a short time but she sure looked happy.


Then it was my turn. Julie soaped up her hands and reached up to start at
my neck. Her little hands felt marvelous rubbing all over my back. She
moved down quickly past my waist to my ass. She kneaded the cheeks and then
slid her fingers into the crack and cleaned the hole, even getting inside a
little ways. I jumped at the feel of her fingers slipping in and out
briefly.

She turned me around and did my front starting again at my shoulders. Her
hands moved smoothly over my chest, only hesitating a moment to pinch my
nipples. She was quick doing my legs and was soon left with only my cock to
do. She looked up at me and asked a question.


"Do you want a cum too, or just a wash Daddy?"


"Just a wash please, Julie. I had my morning cum already. I don't want to
over do it."


She giggled and proceeded to give my cock a very good cleaning. When she
was done she slurped it into her mouth and gave it one good suck followed
by a kiss on the head. I rinsed off and we stepped out of the shower.I
dried her off and sent her back to her room to get dressed.


As I finished drying off and putting my robe on, I thought about the last
two nights and mornings. It finally dawned on me that the ladies had taken
over the so called schedule and were making their own deals for my
attention. I thought I'd best let them have their way and keep my mouth
shut unless it caused a problem. So far I was the beneficiary and had no
complaints.


I joined the family for breakfast and as always we chatted about a variety
of topics. Jenn mentioned that she had spoken to Bob about a car dealer and
he said he had an idea that he'd tell her the next day. That meant she
should have some news when she returned home that afternoon. With luck we
could get her a car before work on Monday.


Callie reminded me that I was to go with her to see Emily and we decided to
have all the girls meet us over there after school. Then we could come home
together after they had a little play time with Patty. That seemed to
please them and when they were finished eating they left for school. Once
again Jenn was leaving early for work. I asked her if Bob had a problem
with her longer hours and she said they had a deal that she could take
extra time off if needed to make up for it after they were caught up at the
office.


It was still early and Callie and I were alone again. I liked the quiet
time we shared in the morning. It gave us a chance to cuddle and talk about
things and just plain be together. I did help with the dishes before the
cuddling though. After a while we went in and got dressed for our visit
with Emily. We left in plenty of time to walk the short distance to her
home and arrived in time for Frank to leave for his errands. He was going
to make stops at the employment office on base to fill out the needed
paperwork and then the Family Support Office.. It being the government we
figured it would take a while for the paperwork. He was also going to stop
and pay some bills so they wouldn't be a problem any more. He looked much
happier than the day before. It made me feel good to see him smile.


Once Frank was gone we went in to talk to Emily. She smiled and asked if
Callie would mind if she spoke to me alone first. Callie said she'd go do
some cleaning and housework and left us alone. Emily asked me to sit on the
bed next to her while she talked. I sat down and she took my hand and held
it while she spoke. I think it was a way of getting up the courage to speak
of difficult topics.


"First of all Carl I want you to know how very grateful I am for all you're
doing for my family. There's no way I can ever thank you enough. You've
taken a big burden off our shoulders and made my remaining time easier."


I could see we were going to be hitting on some very serious issues and the
way she spoke about dying made me feel sad. But I forced a smile and told
her it was my pleasure to be able to help.


"I expect Callie told you some of what we talked about yesterday. But I
want you to hear all of it and from me directly. First of all we go nude
when ever we feel like it and feel no embarrent at others doing the
same. That means you can all go nude if you wish in your home when Patty is
there. She's seen us and other adults so there'd be no problem for her. But
there is more that I want to tell you."


I had no idea where she was headed but just sat and waited for her to get
to it on her own.


"Do you remember at the pizza place when Patty came over to you and climbed
on your lap to kiss you for being so nice to her?"


"Yes, I do. She was very cute and polite."


"Well, something happened that I don't think you knew we were aware of.
After you left Patty told us something. She said that when she sat on your
lap the way she did, which we were not expecting, that she felt your
"thingy" as she called it, get hard."


Oh shit. I thought I was in for it and started to apologize.


"No Carl. It wasn't your fault and it was not a problem. Did Callie mention
that I told her I know what you are?"


"Come to think of it she did but I didn't give it much thought."


"What I meant Carl is that I know you're a pedophile. Now don't jump up and
run or try to argue with me. I know what I'm talking about and you're not
in any trouble."


I was glad to hear that I wasn't in trouble but the topic was getting me
very nervous.


"I know you like little girls because my daddy loved me that way too and I
recognize the way you look at Patty and your girls too. And I see the way
they look at you. You're all in love and I think it's wonderful. But you're
not the only one like that around here. Frank and I haven't had sex for a
long time and he's been very good about it. But with the nudity and the way
Patty loves him so much, he's given in to her and let's her play with him.
He still hasn't fucked her because of her age but they do almost everything
else."


I must have looked relieved and surprised. She smiled and continued.


"You've been very good to us Carl but I'm going to ask you for a big favor
now. If you can't or don't want to do it for me just say so and that will
be the end of it. No hard feelings and no worries about any other parts of
this conversation. I'm asking and not demanding or threatening. Do you
understand?"


"I don't quite know where you're going Emily but I understand what you've
said so far. Please go on. If there's some way I can help more I will."

I had no idea what I had just said but I saw a look of hope on her face as
she took a deep breath and continued.


"I'm pretty sure you're having sex with all five of the females in your
family. I admire your stamina. What I want you to do is let Frank and Patty
be a part of your loving group. I know I don't have long and Frank and
Patty both need the love and support you can give them. Don't answer me now
Carl. I know you need to talk it over with your family. But please give it
consideration. If it helps any, I think Patty is in love with her Grampa
Carl already."


She was smiling at me and I had to smile back. The thought of that little
girl loving me was warming my heart. She was right though. I needed to talk
to the rest of the family. And there was one more big question I had to
ask.


"How much of this does Frank know, and does he agree with you?"


"He knows it all and we talked about it last night. He doesn't want to
intrude on your family and thinks he can make it alone but he agreed to let
me talk to you. I don't have long Carl. I'm going into the hospital very
soon and I won't be coming home. I want to know that my family will be
alright. And I'm sure you'll see to that if you agree. I trust you Carl and
your family too."


"I'll speak to the family tonight and see what they say. I can't promise
you anything except that I'll do whatever I can to help Frank and Patty.
That means if they join us or not. You rest easy with that knowledge."


She looked very happy and reached over to pull me close. I didn't resist
and she kissed me. Not just a friendly peck either. She really kissed me on
the mouth with passion. And she hugged me so tight I almost couldn't
breathe. I just held her for a while. I thought she needed to be held and I
was the only one there so I did it.


After a few minutes there was a tap on the door. It was open but Callie was
trying to be nice and attract our attention without seeming to intrude.


"Excuse me but if you two are hungry I've made lunch. I can bring yours in
here so you can continue talking or what ever you want."


"Why don't you bring it all in and you and Carl can keep me company while
we eat?"


I kissed Emily on the forehead and went to help Callie bring in lunch. She
was curious about what Emily had wanted but didn't press the point when I
said we'd talk about it later. We returned to the bedroom and had a nice
lunch together. The conversation was light and we didn't talk about
anything serious. After lunch I helped Callie with the clean up while Emily
napped. I nosed around a little to see if there was enough food in the
house and if there was any other need I could help with. There wasn't and I
sat with Callie and watched her soap with the volume low so Emily could
rest.


After a while we heard the tinkle of the little bell Emily used to call for
help if she needed it. I went to see what she needed and found she was in
need of help getting to the toilet. I offered to get Callie but she smiled
and said I was stronger and she didn't mind if I didn't. I lifted her out
of bed and helped her walk to the bathroom. I turned my back as she sat
down and I heard the tinkle of her peeing. When it was over and I heard the
flush I turned back to help her up.


She hadn't pulled her gown down yet and I got a glimpse of her pussy. There
were several scars above it and she was shaved. It was from her last
surgery I guess. She blushed and covered herself.


"I'm sorry Emily I thought you were ready."


"Oh Carl, I don't mind you seeing me. I've been seen by a lot of people. I
just get embarrassed by the way it looks. I'm ugly now and nobody wants to
see that."


"You are not now and never could be ugly Emily. Yes, you have some scars
but they're only on the surface. You're still a beautiful woman and Frank
is lucky to have you."


"I don't believe you for a minute you old flirt. But thank you for saying
so."


We laughed as I took her back to bed. I thought we had established a
connection and so I asked a question I had no right to ask.


"Emily, you said you and Frank haven't had sex for a long time. Can I ask
how long and why?"


Again she was blushing and I thought I'd overstepped my bounds. But she
answered.


"It's been about six months Carl. Part of that time was because of the pain
but then after all the surgery I just couldn't let him get close to me the
way I look."


"Now that's enough of that. You asked me to take your family as part of
mine. You let me be Patty's Grampa. So now I'm going to talk to you the way
I think your father would if he were here. You may not like what I'm about
to say but you will listen to me. You owe me and you owe Frank, that much.
Understand?"


She looked shocked at my firm voice and serious attitude. She nodded her
head but looked a little frightened.


"Frank did not marry the skin that covers your body. He married the girl
inside. He loves you and would do anything for you. This cancer is eating
him up as much as it's eating you. You say you're dying and you want the
best for Frank and Patty. What about now, while you're still alive? After
you're gone there will be nothing but memories for them. You'll be done
worrying about them. There will be no more chances for you to help them.
Now is the time for you to do all you can to make this easier for them and
to give them good memories if possible. Don't you understand that?"


I was almost out of breath I'd spewed that out so fast. Emily was looking
at me wide eyed and with tears running down her cheeks as she nodded. I was
afraid I'd taken the wrong approach but saw no way out at that point. I
figured I may as well go for broke.


"You show Patty all the love you can while you're here don't you?"


"Y..y..yes."


"Well you should be doing the same for Frank. If you're able to have sex
and he wants to make love to you, then you should go for it. Let him
remember how much you loved him and how good it felt to show you his love.
Don't push him away when you need each other the most.The only good reason
not to allow him to make love to you should be that you can't for physical
reasons. And if you can't have intercourse, there are other things you can
do. He deserves better from the woman he loves and will soon lose. Share
the time you have left."


That was it. I was wound down and she was crying. Of course that's exactly
when Frank arrived. He looked at Emily and then at me and I thought I was
dead. The fire in his eyes was enough to burn me to the ground all by
itself. But Emily saw him and stopped him from doing anything I'd regret.


"No Frank. It's alright. He didn't do anything wrong. In fact he did
something I needed very much. Now you just stay here and hold me while he
gathers up his family and leaves. I'll explain it all to you after they're
gone."


I could see the calm come over him as he held his lover in his arms and I
just walked out without another word. The kids had all arrived and Jenn was
there too. I told them it was time to leave. I explained that Frank and
Emily needed time alone. We piled into the car and went home.


There was much to talk about after we got home and I wasn't sure if what
I'd said to Emily would change anything or not. I could only hope for the
best. The evening would be very interesting. I just hoped I could survive
what could be a very scary discussion.


End of chapter 18. More to come.


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NOT AGAIN (Chapter 88)

They were on the ice at the University of Wisconsin, in their first
practice with Kathy Sleighter, their new coach there. She had met them
over a cup of coffee, chatted a bit, and then asked them to do their
programs from last year, so she could see them run through a couple of
completed programs from closeup. "I wasn't at Nationals the last two
yearsI took a break from coaching to have a kidso I've only seen you
two on TV."

They ran through last year's original dance and free dance, then skated
up to Kathy. "Oh my God, I can't believe your speed! You guys can get
speed from the smallest movements, it's incredible."

"That's always been one of our strengths," Sophia said.

"That's a good question. What do you consider your strengths?"

"The speed thing, an ability to skate close together that's almost
innate, a romantic style of presentation that appeals to an audience,"
Sophia said.

"Musical awareness, good choreographic sense, and we're a couple on the
ice, not just two people skating together. We also match well physically."
Warren added.

"What about weaknesses?' Kathy asked.

"Sometimes we get too into the music," Sophia said. "We go with our
first musical instinct, and not necessarily our first technical or
difficultyenhancing instinct. We can be sloppy, especially on
compulsories. Oh, and we can't act worth beans," Sophia added with a
smile.

"Our musical choices can be anachronistic or unusual, which I consider a
strength but others don't. Our line, the pointing of toes, that kind of
stuff, needs work. Plus, we're mismatched in ability to some degree,"
Warren said.

"Oh, here we go again," Sophia said with a chuckle.

"What do you mean?" Kathy asked.

"One member of this team is a better skater than the other member of
this team," Warren said. "Hint: I'm not the better one."

Kathy just laughed. "Warren, I did not see much disparity. Honestly.
She's better on turns than you are, by a bit, and that's all."

"This is a very old conversation," Sophia told her. "When we started
skating together, I was a lot better, because I had the dance background.
He's caught up, but I can't convince him of that."

"Well, I hear it, actually. On the internet, and from commentators,"
Warren pointed out. "I don't know if that's just because she grabs more
attention than I do, that might be it."

"What do you mean?" Kathy asked.

"Everybody watches her no matter what I'm doing," Warren said with a
laugh.

"He's got a complex about this," Sophia said.

"Not really. I just know what is. Hey, if I were in the audience, I
wouldn't be watching me, either."

"Maybe we can accentuate you, Warren, more than you have been," Kathy
pointed out.

"Why? Heck, we're third in the world. If it ain't broke, don't fix it,
right?" Warren said.

"Actually, our new OD does accentuate him, because there's so much fast
footwork, which is his strength," Sophia pointed out.

"Let's see it," Kathy told them.

They ran through "If You Can't Rock Me" as Kathy watched, taking mental
notes.

"Great. Let's see the new free dance." They did "Romeo and Juliet."

"OK," Kathy said. "Go get changed. We'll have a cup of coffee and
talk."

They did, and met her in the snack bar a few minutes later.

"OK, here's my thoughts, and my plan. The OD is great, and it's on its
way to being stupendous. No worries, we just need to touch it up."

"Agreed," said Sophia.

"OK. Romeo and Juliet needs work, but it's got the beginnings and
potential to be fantastic. I love the concept, I love how you guys carry
it out, but it needs work. Right now, that's the program that highlights
two of your weaknessesit's too reliant on the music, and it's too
Sophiacentric. We need to add more difficulty, and especially more
difficulty for Warren."

"OK," said Warren.

"Here's my plan. We nail the OD down now, because we need that right
away. You can't do another OD at Skate Canada; you need to do a swing, so
we need it ready for then. When you guys can skate it in your sleep, then
we go to work on Romeo and Juliet. If it's not ready, and you have to do
the Sinatra program for Skate Canadaheck, for the whole Grand Prixwho
cares? Just as long as Romeo and Juliet is readyand I mean really
readyfor Nationals and the Olympics."

"Hmmmm. Never thought of it that way," Warren said.

"It's a good plan, though," Sophia said.

"Agreed," said Warren.

"Great!"



Classes had started, and Sophia had a problem. He was in her American
History class, and his name was Michael Bjornsen.

He was a transfer, from WisconsinGreen Bay, and was a sophomore
Computer Science major. And he was seriously infatuated with Sophia.

She thought to herself, here we go again, but she knew that wasn't
entirely accurate. He was not Eduardo, he was sweet and kind. And she
didn't feel any sparks. But, boy, was he persistent.

"So, what are you doing this Saturday?" Michael asked her about a month
into the semester, not for the first time.

"Mike, I'm busy," she said with a smile.

"Jeez, you're always busy."

"Mike, I've been trying to let you down easy, but that's not working,"
Sophia sighed. "I have a boyfriend. A very serious boyfriend."

"You do?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "I do like you, you know, and if I weren't
attached, I'd think about it. But I am attached."

"No chance?" he asked her.

"Sorry. I've been with him for more than four years."

"Jeez, you should want some variety by now," Mike joked.

She couldn't help but laugh. "Nice try."



Sophia never mentioned Warren's name to Mike. If she had, Mike would
have discovered that his dream girl's boyfriend lived on his floor.

In fact, that evening, Mike was in Warren's room, bemoaning his plight.
Papa Bear was also there.

"She's perfect. Beautiful, smart, sexy, funny, sweet. I've been asking
her out since the first week of class, and she kept putting me off. She
figured I'd get the hint and give up. No, not meso she finally gets
tired of my unceasing attention and spills the beansshe's got a
boyfriend."

"Damn, that's rough," said Warren.

"Yup," agreed Paul.

"Ah, how would you guys know? You both have girlfriends. And Caitlin
is a peach. I've never met yours, Warren."

"Yeah, she rooms with Cait, so it just seems I end up up there and Cait
comes down here. You'll get to meet her today, though."

"Cool! Hey, be right back, got to use the can."

He walked back in about three minutes later.

"Damn! Guess what? My dream girl is walking down the hall. She just
turned the cornerdidn't see me. I ducked in here. Damn, what's she
doing on this floor?"

"Maybe her boyfriend lives here," Paul pointed out.

"I know everybody's girlfriend on this floor, I think," Warren said.
"Mike, what's her name?"

"Sophia. Sophia Daniels."

Warren tried to stifle his chuckle. It didn't work. "Well, Mike, I
hate to tell you this, but she's about to knock on this door."

"Huh?"

"And another thing," Warren said, grinning, "I'd appreciate it if you
didn't hit on my girlfriend, OK?"

Just then the door knocked. "Pookie?" Warren asked, and Sophia stepped
through the door.

"Hi, Snugglebear. Hi Paul." Then she looked and saw Mike standing in
the corner. "Mike? Hi, what are you doing here?"

"I live down the hall. I don't need to ask you what you're doing here,
Warren just told me. I didn't know he was your boyfriend."

"Yup," she smiled.

"Great. Listen, I'll see you guys later, OK?" Mike hastily beat it out
the door.

"There goes a lovesick human being," proclaimed Papa Bear. "Unrequited
love sucks, I know that much."

"I know. He's a nice guy, too," Sophia said. "Damn, why did he have to
fall for me? I hate hurting people."

"I know you do. If I had known Mike was the guy you were talking about
that was hitting on you, I would have tried to let him down easy before
this," Warren said.



Warren and Paul were eating breakfast the next morning, and were pleased
to see Mike walk over with his tray of food to join them.

"Yo," he said. "Listen, Warren, I want to apologize for getting all
goofy last night when Sophia showed up."

"No need," Warren said. "Been there, done that."

"What do you mean?"

"Look, when I first met Sophia, not only did she have a boyfriend, but
said boyfriend.....well, let's just say that the boyfriend did not treat
her well. So, not only was I dealing with the whole unrequited love thing,
I also knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she'd be a lot better off with
me. And I was only fourteen at the time, and had never had so much as a
date, much less a girlfriend. I shudder to think what would have happened
if we hadn't finally got together."

"Yeah, I can see that," Mike said. "But, think of it this wayI know
I've only known you for a month, but I know you well enough to have figured
out that you probably treat Sophia like a princess."

"She'd agree with that," Warren said with a smile.

"Right. When 'the boyfriend' was just an abstract, I could dream,
right? But when the boyfriend is Warren, my floormate, who I likewell,
that's different. She's yours, I have no chance." He sighed. "Ah, hell,
it was just an infatuation anyway. So, it was a little difficult
yesterday, but I'm fine." He smiled at Warren. "Just so you understand
what a lucky son of a bitch you are."

Warren smiled back, and said, "To a point. I am incredibly lucky, but
I've also gone through hell for her, more than once. She's gone through
hell for me, too."

"How serious are you guys?" Mike asked.

"Play your cards right, and you'll get invited to a wedding one of these
days." Even Mike had to smile at that.

"Hey, guys!" They heard from behind them. It was Alexa. She came over
and greeted Warren and Paul. Warren introduced her to Mike. They chatted
for a bit, then Alexa made her way out the door.

Mike watched her go, then turned to Warren. "Who was that?"

"That was Alexa, one of my very best friends. She lives up on 15, she's
a business major from Colorado."

"Wow. She's beautiful."

"That she is. Good kid, too." Warren smiled to himself.



A couple of days later, Paul and Cait were standing in front of Mike's
room.

"Now, where do you want me to go?" Mike was asking them.

"To the ice rink, to watch Sophia and Warren practice."

"Practice what?"

"They are ice dancers," Cait told him. "In fact, they were third in the
world this year, and they will be going to the Olympics hopefully in
February."

"Wow, I didn't know that. That's cool, but I don't get much into ice
skating, so why would I want to go watch?"

"Well," Paul said, "because Alexa is going to be there. I saw that look
you gave her when you met her at breakfast the other day."

"I also know that she asked Warren about you, too," Cait said.

"Ah."

"It's perfect," Paul told him. "It's not a fix up. You're going to
watch Sophia and Warren skate, right? She'll just happen to be there. And
you'll have a chance to talk."

"OK. What the heck? Maybe I'll learn something about ice dancing,
anyway."



Alexa was already there, and watched with interest as Mike walked in
with Cait and Paul. He came over with them and sat down next to her.

"Hi!" she said.

"Hi."

"What are you doing here?"

"Ah, Paul and Caitlin convinced me I should come and watch this whole
ice dancing thing."

"That's right, we'll get you cultured if it kills us!" Warren shouted
from the ice.

"Could we have some skating, please?" Kathy told Warren and Sophia.

"You know, this was a lot more fun last year when you didn't have a
coach," Paul teased. They actually all liked Kathy, who liked them right
back.

"You just shut up, Papa Bear, or we'll get your ass down here," Kathy
told him.

"Promises, promises."

They started working on Romeo and Juliet. Mike found himself watching,
and enjoying it.

"I don't know nothing about ice dance, but it seems some of this stuff
that they are doing is really difficult," Mike said.

"It is," Alexa told him. "What's considered difficult in ice dance is
skating close together with complex footwork, and they do that a lot. This
is actually a program that's not difficult enough yetthey're bulking it
up with more steps and turns and stuff."

"Do you skate?"

Alexa laughed. "No. I just learned a lot watching them. It's fun for
me, I like watching them. It's fascinating to watch these programs
develop."

"I can see that."

"They're my best friends on campus, them and Paul and Cait there. I
knew Warren first, and then got to know Sophia."

"Really?"

"Yeah. They were actually broken up for two months at the beginning of
last year. That's when I got to know Warren. And when they got back
together, I got to know Sophia."

"Damn. I should have been here last year."

Alexa laughed. "Got a thing for Sophia?"

"I did, until I found out she was the girlfriend of a guy I like a lot.
Just infatuation, that's all."

"Well, if you had met her last year when they were broken up, you
wouldn't have been so infatuated, because she was a shell of herself, from
what I understand. It's a long story, suffice it to say that that breakup
never should have happened. And they would have gotten back together in
any case. Trust me, I know."

"Ah."

They chatted for a while after that, asking each other question about
themselves.

"Hey," Mike said after a while, "are you busy Friday night?"

"No."

"You want to go out?"

"Love to!"



Saturday morning, Alexa joined Warren and Sophia for breakfast.

"So, how was the date with Mike?" Sophia asked.

"Great. He's nice and sweet, and very funny. We went out to eat, then
went to a party. I had a very good time. He walked me back to my room,
gave me a kiss that made my hair stand on end, and then left. But we made
another date for tonight."

"You didn't drag him into your bed?" Warren teased her.

"No," she smiled. "I figure I'll take it slow, let him take the lead.
It'll be a whole new experience!"



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THE COMPETITIVE EDGE:
PLAYING THE GAME, BOOK III


by Reverend Cotton Mather




26

NO FEELING QUITE LIKE IT


It was the Wednesday before Spring Break. I had walked over to
Chinee Takee Outee and picked up some Chinese takeout (obviously) and
had then gone over to Alex's apartment, where we spread out our
selections on newspapers on the floor in front of the television.
Alex brought out a couple of bottles of beer, which we drank while we
ate our egg rolls, and then she opened a bottle of white wine. I was
a little leery of the wine, since I had never really developed a
taste for it, but I was willing to try it if Alex wanted it.

Alex had three roommates, all juniors. Meaghan Mulroney was a true
redhead, pale complexion and blue eyes proclaiming her Irish
heritage. She had plain features, but she was built like the
proverbial brick shithouse. Pru Baxter was a brunette, like Alex,
but with long hair, nearly reaching her waist. She was also the
tallest of the four roommates, over six feet tall, most of which
seemed to be her legs. The third girl sharing the apartment was
Savannah Aaronson, a premed student with dark blonde hair that I had
never seen out of its ponytail. Savannah always wore baggy
sweatshirts and jeans, no matter the weather. I didn't know if it
was because she was overly modest, or if she really didn't care how
she dressed. She certainly didn't seem to go out of her way to
impress anyone with her sense of style, but then I had never seen her
out with a guy, either. She always was either in the apartment
studying or at one of the libraries. Maybe it's a premed thing.
Craig Nevers, the tattoo artist who lived across the hall from me,
was also in premed, and he constantly was hitting the books.

Since Savannah was in her room studying and Pru and Meaghan were
both out, Alex and I had the front room to ourselves. Erin was at
the library, frantically trying to finish up a paper for one of her
classes that was due the next day. Her Friday classes were all
cancelled, and she was finished Thursday at noon.

"How come she's been spending so much time at the library?" I asked.

"She hates this class, so she's been putting off doing this paper,"
said Alex.

"What's the class?"

"It's a European History class. She's doing a paper on the
Napoleonic Wars."

"And this has to do with her law degree how?" I asked.

"It's PreLaw," corrected Alex. "Firstyear requirements for her
aren't that much different than for any other freshman. She's just a
little more driven to excel than a lot of kids her age."

"She's going to be frazzled by the time she goes home for Spring
Break," I said.

"It's okay. She's flying home, not driving. Her dad's an airline
pilot, so she can fly basically for free."

"Are you taking her to the airport, then?"

"Yep. Tomorrow after her last class. You want to come along?"

"Can't. I've got practice in the afternoon."

Alex was fidgeting a little. "You're staying here for break, right?"

She knew the answer already; we had all talked about our plans. I
didn't want to spend the money to go home for a week, so Eric,
Keisha, Trent, and Danielle were driving down. We were going to
spend the week planning out our summer clinics. Erin was going home
to Atlanta for the week. Alex was thinking about heading over to
Daytona with Meaghan and Pru for the week, but she hadn't really made
up her mind as yet.

"Yeah," I said. "Got a lot of work to do. Do you know what you're
doing yet?"

She sighed. It was so rare to see her indecisive. "I don't know.
I mean, I'd kind of like to go to Daytona and hang out on the beach
for a week. Work on my tan, drink all week for free."

"How would you do that?"

She gave me one of those 'Guys can be so dense sometimes' looks.
"College girls. Spring break. A bikini or a wet tshirt can get us
damn near anything, Porter."

"Oh. Yeah. I suppose," I said. I hadn't really thought of it that
way.

"Pru and Meaghan want to leave early on Friday. I've got another
day to think about it, I guess." She opened a little packet of sweet
andsour sauce with her teeth and poured it carefully into the bitten
off end of her egg roll.

"When are your friends getting here?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Sometime late Friday, I hear." I reached for the
fried rice.

We settled back and dug in with our chopsticks and fingers. I never
thought of Chinese food as finger food before, I reflected as I
reached into a little white box for my egg roll.

We had "Remington Steele" on the tube, and every time Pierce Brosnan
appeared on the screen, Alex seemed to sit up a little straighter and
pay attention.

"You've got a thing for those tall, dark, handsome and mysterious
types, don't you?" I teased her.

She pierced another chunk of sweetandsour chicken from the little
square box, and then gave me an appraising look.

"Sure do," she said. She smiled, and I suddenly began to understand
what a cobra must feel like when facing the implacable stare of a
mongoose.

We finished the first bottle of wine. Tasty. Alex got a second
bottle from the refrigerator and struggled with the corkscrew. I was
feeling just fine, so I got up and helped her. She had the thing
screwed into the cork crooked, and it took a real effort to pull the
stuck cork out of the bottle. When it finally gave, we cheered and
highfived each other and carried the bottle back into the front room
in triumph. No mere wine bottle was going to defeat us in our quest
for amused inebriation.

The television was just background noise as we finished eating and
worked on emptying our bottle of wine. We started out trying to be
fairly quiet, in deference to Savannah and her studies, but by the
time we were halfway through the second bottle, we had pretty much
forgotten about her.

"You know, I was an athlete in high school, too," said Alex.

"That doesn't really surprise me," I said. "What sports were you
into?"

"Basketball, of course," she said. She stuck her tongue out at me.
I knew she was kidding. She was all of five feet nothin' tall.

"No, seriously. You weren't in soccer, or you would have mentioned
it already. Cheer? Dance? What was it?" I began tickling her
ribs, and she squealed and scooted away from me.

"Let me go, you bad boy," she laughed. "Cheer? I don't think so.
Do I really strike you as the cheerleading type?"

I smiled at her. "Maybe," I said.

"Bullshit," she said.

"You're pretty enough to be a cheerleader. I don't think that was
it, though. Don't tell me you were like a swimmer or something, were
you?" I couldn't envision Alex in the same sport as my roommate.
Probably not all swimmers were degenerates, though.

"No, you dumbass. I don't have those meaty shoulders you get from
competitive swimming."

"Not everybody develops those shoulders," I said, a little
defensively.

"Here, I'll give you a little clue." She stood up and turned to
face away from me. She was wearing a worn Gators tank top and loose
running shorts, and she was barefoot. Keeping her knees perfectly
straight and her feet slightly apart, she bent over at the waist and
put her palms flat on the floor. She stayed in that position for a
moment, and then she grasped the backs of her knees, spread her feet
a little more apart, and put her head between her legs. She waggled
her fingers at me.

"Hello there, Porter. Why are you upsidedown?" she said. Her grin
looked like a frown from where I was sitting.

She straightened back up slowly, and continued back, her legs still
slightly parted, and she reached straight up with her arms and began
bending over backwards. She gracefully kept bending until she could
raise her eyes and see the floor again. She continued to arch over,
putting her palms flat on the floor, and she did a back walkover, as
easily as I had ever seen it done. She put her arms out in the air
in a triumphal salute.

"Let me guess. Gymnastics?" I said, already knowing the answer
from her gymnast's ending.

"Yup. Come on, Porter. Can you go over backwards?"

"Shit, I can hardly even bridge," I said. I had never been all that
flexible. Even as conditioned as I was, I could barely touch my toes.

"Like this?" she said. She flopped back down on the floor on her
back, put her hands on the floor by her shoulders, and effortlessly
arched her back into a perfect bridge. She walked her hands toward
her feet, and then straightened up until she was standing, her hands
on her hips and her face slightly flushed. That and her slightly
accelerated breathing were the only signs of her exertions.

"No," I said. "Nothing at all like that." I did my own anemic
version of a bridge to show her, and she laughed.

"That's a pathetic move for an athlete," she said. She dropped back
to sit by me and picked up her glass to take a sip of wine.

"I suppose you can do the splits, too," I said.

"Sure," she said. "Rightsideup and upsidedown."

"Huh? Upsidedown splits?"

"Here, I'll show you," she said. She stood back up, put her arms
out for balance, and let her feet slide on the carpet until she was
facing me again, her legs bent completely out to her sides in a
perfect split. She boosted herself up, stood facing me, and then
dropped down into a headstand, right in front of me. She took a
moment to make sure she was balanced, and then, keeping her knees
straight, she let her legs glide open until she was doing the splits
while she was still in her headstand.

She was also giving me a great view. Hmmm, no underwear, I thought
to myself as her running shorts gapped, flashing me a glimpse of her
pussy. Her tank top also began sliding down her body, and only
stopped when it hung up on her breasts. Hmmm, no bra, either. My
little Alex was going commando and unfettered. Interesting.

I gave in to the temptation she was so openly inviting me to enjoy,
right there in front of me. I leaned over her as she was spread out,
and I licked the bare skin between her leg and the slightly puffy
lips of her slot.

"Hey!" she said. "Don't let your mouth make promises the rest of
you can't keep." Interestingly, she didn't move from her position,
and when I bent down to give her other leg the same treatment, she
practically purred.

"Mmmmmm, okay, then," she murmured. "I like it."

Making sure she didn't whack me in the head with her feet, she
lowered herself to the floor. Without bothering to straighten her
clothes, she reached for me and pulled me down. Our lips found each
other, and any preliminary warmup kisses were thrown out the window
and immediately forgotten. Her mouth was open against mine and our
tongues were already searching, seeking, finding, and tasting.

I could detect the wine in her mouth as we kissed, an aftertaste
almost reminiscent of grapefruit. Alex hung onto my neck almost
fiercely, and her lips and tongue were insistent in their demands. I
felt her humming or was that a growl? as we kissed, and she
wrapped her leg around mine to hold me even closer to her. We clung
to each other on the floor in front of the forgotten television,
trying to get as much body contact against each other as we could.

Finally, nearly out of breath with the force of our kiss, we had to
break. As I caught my breath I worshipped the skin of her cheek and
her neck with my lips. As I nibbled on her tender skin, Alex moaned.

"Oh, God, I need this," she whispered. I didn't know if she was
speaking to me or to herself. I decided it really didn't matter.
Her need quickened my pulse, and I discovered a need of my own. As I
took her earlobe between my teeth (a lesson learned from watching her
tease Erin) I ran my hand up from her waist, under her top, to her
small breast. I palmed her hot flesh while I breathed through my
mouth, letting my warm exhalation wash over her stimulated ear. She
turned her head slightly away from me, exposing more of her neck to
my attentions, and I began kissing, licking, and sucking on the
tender skin behind her ear and down her neck to her slender throat.

At the same time my thumb and forefinger found the distended nub of
her swollen nipple, and I was able to tease her to greater heights by
pinching and rolling it. By the time I felt I had her full
attention, my lips were in the hollow of her throat and exploring the
flushed skin of her chest above her bunchedup tank top. I let my
fingers find their way off her left breast, across the valley between
her boobs, and onto the mounded flesh of her right breast, where I
allowed them to pay homage to the pointed tip of that nipple,
pinching and teasing her nearly to distraction.

Alex finally did growl, and she pushed me off her. I sat up, a
little confused, but she just wanted to divest herself of her top.
She crossed her arms and grabbed the hem, and she lifted it up and
off her. She threw it to the side and glanced at me, almost shyly.

"I know they're small," she said quietly. She was looking down and
holding her breasts in both hands, her attitude almost regretful.
She glanced up at me again, an apologetic look on her face.
"Gymnasts always have tiny boobs."

"They're not too small," I reassured her as I reached for her. I
put my hands over hers on her breasts. "In fact, I think they're
wonderful."

"Really?" she said. "Wonderful? Show me..." She pulled her hands
out from underneath mine, letting me take possession of her breasts.
She took my head between her hands and pulled me down toward her
chest, insistently guiding my lips to her left breast.

I took the hint and opened my mouth up to suckle on her flesh. I
took as much of her breast as I could into my mouth, sucking on her
and laving up the slight, salty perspiration I found. I made sure my
tongue rubbed against her nipple, keeping it swollen and sensitive.
I reached for her other breast and hefted its small weight in the
palm of my hand before concentrating on the nerve endings at the tip.

I really don't need more than a mouthful, or more than a handful, I
thought a little distractedly as I enjoyed the taste of her tender
skin. Alex was breathing heavily, and the movement of her chest as
she panted moved us both slightly up and down as we lay on the floor.

I moved my mouth to her other breast, and I let my hand run down her
side until I reached her waist. I moved my fingers along her hip and
let them slide beneath the waistband of her running shorts. She
twisted her body to accommodate me, and I was able to let my hand
glide underneath the smooth material of her shorts to grasp the firm
and fleshy globe of her ass. I ran my fingertips along her crack,
feeling the heat radiating from her body, until I reached her bottom.
She let my hand guide her leg up until her knee was bent, allowing me
more intimate access, and my fingers felt the leaking lubrication
from her pussy moistening her tender flesh. I let my fingers run
lightly through the slightly rubbery outer lips of her labia,
spreading her oils across the tips of my fingers as they explored.
Alex moaned and pulled my head even tighter against her breast, and I
sucked on her nipple hard as my fingers delved.

"Wonderful," she whispered. I didn't know if she was referring to
my opinion of her charms or if she was expressing her own feelings,
and frankly I was too involved to give the matter any coherent
thought. I went back to doing what we were both enjoying.

As we lay on the floor I moved my hand across her hip and around to
her front. Alex rolled with my movement, and she let her legs splay
open as my hand, still under the waistband of her shorts, dipped down
until I felt the shorter hair shadowing her pubis. I flexed my hand
to push her shorts up and a little more out of the way, and then I
let my fingertips drag through her hair to her swollen nether lips.
From what I could feel she had very sparse pubic hair. I felt a lot
of bare skin with my fingers as they explored. I cupped her mound,
my fingers resting against her heated flesh, and Alex's hips began to
bump up a little as her body betrayed its desire for an even more
intimate contact.

I bent my middle finger so that my fingertip could part her pussy
lips, and I dragged it through her moist petals. Her hips were
moving around a little in anticipation, wanting more, and so I
scratched her itch with my finger, running it from the bottom of her
oily slit to the top, where her little clit was peeking out of its
protective hood and looking for attention.

I searched for her opening and I slowly pushed my middle finger into
her. She was lubricating freely, and there was no resistance to my
finger at all as I buried it until my palm was flat against her. At
the same time I was noodling on her nipple with my lips and teeth,
teasing her with small bites and sucking on her breast. I began
fingerfucking her, first with one finger and then with two, plunging
as deeply as I could reach into her body. Her hips bucked up to meet
my thrusts, and her breath was hitching as I stimulated her.

Alex began rucking up my shirt from the back, wanting to feel my
skin on hers. I lifted up off her long enough to allow her to rake
my shirt off, and she tossed it to the floor beside us. She then
reached for the snap of my cutoffs, one small hand going for the snap
and the other tracing out the outline of my hard cock through the
material of my shorts. I crouched on my knees, unwilling to remove
my hands from teasing her folds, and let her work the snap and zipper
of my shorts. Once she got them open she pushed them down off my
hips and reached for my cock through my briefs.

I finally had to abandon her pussy so I could divest myself of my
clothes. I sat back and shucked off my shorts, and I had to push her
hands away from my crotch long enough to take off my underwear. Once
I was naked, I reached for her shorts and began to pull them down off
her. She lifted up her ass to help me, and I pulled them down her
legs and tossed them over my shoulder. I was a little surprised to
see she trimmed her pubic hair into just a small strip, something I
had never seen live and up close before. She giggled as she lay there
watching me, and then her face got serious. She reached one hand for
my shoulder, and the other wrapped around my steely cock.

"Come here," she whispered roughly as she pulled me down to her.

I bent down and kissed her belly button, and began to lick my way
down. I was anxious to taste her, but she was too far gone for such
activities.

"No, Porter," she nearly groaned as she let go of my cock long
enough to pull me up to her by my head. "I've had enough pussy
licking to last me a long time. I need cock." And she reached for
my rod once again and guided me between her legs. She hung on to me
until she had me placed at her center. I could feel her folds
opening around the head of my cock as she nestled it against her
flooded opening, and she only let go once she felt me flex and begin
to enter her.

"Ahhhh," she moaned as I slowly shafted into her. "That's so good..."

I pushed slowly but firmly. I wanted to crush her, pound into her,
but she was so tiny, so tight and hot, I had to go steady and slow.
I would push in an inch, and then I needed to back off just a little
to relieve the pressure. In a little more, and back off to regroup.
It was agonizingly slow, but the end justified the means. She
whimpered each time I began to back out, but she enthusiastically
helped me when I pushed deeper. When I finally bottomed out in her,
our pubic bones grinding together, she let out another soft sound of
intense arousal.

"Boy," she whispered, happiness evident in her voice. "There's no
feeling quite like nice hard boy..." Her eyes were closed in
concentration and ecstasy. I felt her wrap her legs around my hips,
and she dictated the pace of our fucking with the tension of her legs
against me.

If it was nice hard boy she wanted, it was nice hard boy I was
willing to give her. Her vaginal walls quickly adjusted for my
length and girth. She was tight, oh so tight, but her copious
lubrication allowed for a surprising freedom of movement. I began
fucking her in rhythm, stroking as deeply into her as I could,
pulling out until just the head of my cock was still gripped by her
willing pussy, and then shafting into her until I could go no deeper.
At the bottom of my stroke she huffed, feeling the tip of my cock hit
her cervix. She tightened her vaginal muscles against me
occasionally, gripping me even tighter than her natural squeezing.
Her size had caused me a moment of uncertainty when I first entered
her, wondering if I would fit, but she accommodated me just fine,
tight though she was, and my length seemed to suit her.

After pumping her for a few minutes, I thought I would test her
flexibility a little. I pulled out, eliciting a little disappointed
moan from her, and I grasped her legs by the backs of her knees. I
put her legs over my shoulders, which tipped up her bottom for a
deeper angle of penetration, and I shafted back into her.

She smiled up at me after I had repositioned her and began to fuck
her again. "You like that, Porter?" she said. I flexed my hips as I
moved into her, making sure the length of my cock rubbed as much as
possible against her clit, and her eyes closed as the sensations
momentarily overwhelmed her.

"Let's try this," she said after a few minutes of letting her legs
drape over my shoulders. Without letting me slip out of her pussy,
she grabbed her knees and drew them back and out. She spread herself
out for me until her knees were nearly on the floor by her shoulders.
"Now do it," she commanded, desire burning in her eyes. "Fuck me
hard, Porter."

And so I did. I began pumping into her, physically moving her on
the floor as I pounded her. I made sure the base of my cock made
contact with her clit each time I pushed deeply inside her, and I
ground my hips to give her a little extra stimulation. She was
sweating and panting, her skin a rosy pink color from our exertions,
and she gave off a little wheezing exhalation each time I bottomed
out in her.

I could feel myself building up. 'It's been a long time, a long
time,' I said to myself as I felt the circuits snap together and the
switches flip. I felt the pumps begin to prime, and it seemed like
my cock was about twice its normal size. The movement of my hips as
I flexed in and out of her began to get ragged, and my thoughts began
to disintegrate as the body took over and executed its desire to pump
my seed deep into her well.

"Oh, God, I feel it," she screeched, and she let go of her legs and
grabbed onto my back with her fingernails. I instinctively reached
down and took a distended nipple between my teeth and bit down
gently, and the extra added stimulation was enough to throw her over
the cliff. My cock felt like it was expanding against her spasming
walls, and the hydraulics kicked in. I spurted almost painfully into
her, my semen splashing unimpeded into her tube and across her
cervix. I contracted and spurted again, and my hips lurched, moving
my cock out a little and then back in, making sure my seed was pushed
as deeply into her as it could get.

Alex began shaking, her fingernails raking my back, though I
couldn't feel a thing at the time. I was too busy concentrating on
the enormous pleasure that was beating at my entire being from our
conjoined centers. Her legs came back around me, this time around my
waist, and she helped me by her contractions to get as far into her
as I could possibly get.

Three times, and then four, and five times I clenched, pumped, and
spewed my essence. By the sixth and seventh time the gun was running
out of ammunition, and the sequence sputtered to a stop. I collapsed
down on top of her, completely spent, and I could vaguely feel her
splayed out underneath me, just as exhausted as I was.

After a few minutes of just laying there in the aftermath of our
climaxes, I felt her shift a little.

"Breathe... need to breathe," Alex moaned.

I didn't want to leave the warmth of her cocoon, but her need to
draw oxygen was greater, so I lifted up. I pulled my stillhard cock
out of her and rolled over to lie on my side next to her. She stayed
where she was, legs splayed, with one arm around my neck, and she
looked at me. She looked both tired and happy.

"Damn, Porter," she said. "You really go to town."

I was a little embarrassed. "It's been a... long time," I said.

"Yeah," she said. "You've been saving up. I'm glad you saved it up
for me. That was pretty amazing."

I glanced down to her crotch. I could see her pussy lips were
swollen and red, and she was oozing our combined fluids. I glanced
back up her trim body to her lovely pixie face. She looked
absolutely beautiful, the perspiration giving her a glow.

"What?" she asked, watching me gaze at her.

"Nothing," I said. "You just look..."

"Like I got the screwing of my life?" she asked, completely
unselfconscious.

I smiled. "Yeah, I guess," I said. "If ever I've seen a 'just
fucked' look, you've got it."

Alex laughed, and it made her small boobs jiggle. "I earned it,"
she said. She turned toward me, that appraising look on her face
again. "Shall we try for a 'justfuckedtwice' look?"

It was a sentence designed to get my blood pumping again, and it
worked just as planned. I could feel my cock reinflating at her
words. Alex glanced down and saw it too, and she looked back into my
eyes and smiled.

She scrambled to her feet. "Come on, Porter," she said, holding out
her hand to me. "Let's see what you're made of."

"Sticks and mud and puppydog tails," I said, but I let her help me
up. Once I was standing, she sidled up to me and pressed her body
against me.

"It's the 'sticks' part I'm most interested in," she said in a low,
throaty voice. She wriggled her hand between us and held my cock in
her fist for just a moment. She stood up on tiptoes and gave me a
quick kiss on the lips, and then she turned and, still holding on,
led me down the short hallway to her bedroom.

Once there, Alex closed the door. She led me over toward her double
bed. There was a fulllength mirror screwed to the door of her
closet, and she stopped us right in front of it. She dropped to her
knees in front of me, still holding onto my rampant cock, and she
brought the head down to her face. She looked at it critically, and
then she pursed her lips and kissed the tip.

"Mmmm," she said. "I taste me."

That made me twitch a little, remembering where Little Sean had
resided just moments ago. Or maybe it was the anticipation of where
he would be residing shortly. Either way, he was standing at
attention, ready for service.

Alex opened her mouth and engulfed the dusky helmet of my cock. Her
lips closed tightly around the glans, and I felt her tongue exploring
the scar tissue along the underside. She sucked in against me while
her tongue rubbed against me, and her fist began to lightly jack me.
She glanced over into the mirror, and my gaze followed hers. We
stared into each other's eyes through our reflections, both of us
seeing a small, lovely, naked girl on her knees, holding a hard cock
to her mouth with her hand. I watched as the guy in the mirror
slowly put his hand on the back of the girl's head and gently coaxed
her into taking more of his cock into her mouth. The girl complied,
and she slowly lowered her mouth on the guy's dick, taking nearly his
whole length into her small mouth, until there was just a little bit
left. The girl's nose touched his curly pubic hair, and she was
having a little difficulty breathing through her nose, but she had
taken nearly the whole thing. The girl backed off, her hand working
again, until just the tip was in her mouth again. She finally
released her pressure on the cock, gasping for breath as she licked
along the underside of the cock she held. The reflection of the girl
still looked into my eyes every now and then, as if to be sure I was
paying attention to her. Oh, yes, I was paying attention.

Alex's reflection took the cock back into her mouth and lowered on
it again, going as deeply as she had before. I felt my cock
enveloped in heat, but I still couldn't look down. I watched her
reflection work on me, feeling its effect directly while I watched
indirectly, the two slightly different perspectives reverberating in
my brain. My cock felt about two feet long, and I was abstractly
amazed that the girl in the mirror could actually handle such a
monster, but she didn't seem to have any trouble. In fact, she
seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as the guy was. Lucky guy, I
thought disjointedly.

It wasn't until that moment that the reality hit me, and my knees
nearly buckled as my whole body twitched in anticipation of my climax.

"Whoa, girl," I said. I tore my gaze away from the mirror and
looked down at Alex, kneeling in front of me. I gently took her head
in my hands and pulled her mouth off my cock.

"What?" she asked dazedly.

"I don't want to come yet," I said.

"But I wanted to taste..."

"We have all night," I reminded her. "For both of us."

I backed up, pulling her to her feet, and I led us toward her bed.
I felt the mattress against the backs of my knees, and I sat down and
began to scoot back, drawing her with me. She scrambled up onto the
bed on her knees, following me, and I leaned back against her
pillows. Alex crawled up and straddled me.

"Put me in you," I said. I watched avidly as she positioned herself
over me. She reached down and grasped my cock, lifted it straight
up, and nestled the head against her oily opening. She held on while
she let herself drop down, until her hand got in the way. She put
both her hands on my shoulders and wiggled her hips a little, working
my cock into her, until we both felt her settle down on me. I was as
fully seated inside her as I could be.

Alex watched my face for my reaction as she scooted her ass back and
forward a little, creating friction and pressure against her clit and
along the pipe of my cock. She smiled, and then began moving herself
up and down on my cock, impaling herself over and over again in her
pursuit of the ultimate in pleasure.

Even though her work with her mouth on me had built me up, I had
come so hard the first time I knew I could last longer this time
around. Alex alternately watched my face for clues about how close I
was, along with closing her eyes and concentrating on the fireworks
going on deep within her own body. I let the gymnast do the work,
content to let the pressure build slowly.

And it did build slowly, but it finally built to the point of no
return. Alex saw it in my eyes, and she smiled. It put a little
more wiggle in her downstroke, and I knew she too was nearly ready.

Finally I could hold back no longer. "Alex... I... I..." It was
the most coherent sentence I could come up with, but it was enough.
She dropped closer to me, and fed her swollen nipple into my mouth as
we climbed closer to the zenith. I clamped on with my lips and
suckled at her breast as I began to climax, and I heard Alex cry out.
She clamped down on her vaginal muscles, keeping me deep inside her,
and my body struggled to discharge against those straining walls.
The pumps succeeded, however, and I felt myself nearly turning inside
out as I scattered my seed in her hot and wet chamber for the second
time that night.

This time it was Alex who collapsed, and she let herself fall on top
of me. She gave me soft kisses, languid and sensual, kisses of
gratitude and satiation, and then she let her head rest on my
shoulder. Her short dark hair tickled my cheek, and her body kept me
warm. She stayed on top of me, her legs spread out and her small
breasts squashed against my chest. My slowly softening cock was
still buried in her, and she showed no disposition to change that
arrangement. It was a place I certainly didn't mind finding myself.
Warm and willing female flesh was always an inviting environment.

"You look a little frazzled, Porter," Alex murmured.

"And you have acquired your 'justfuckedtwice' look," I replied.

She lifted up her head and smiled at me. "Yeah," she said. "I
have, haven't I?" She sighed and put her head back down. "It's a
great feeling," she whispered. Her voice was fading, as if she was
about to fall asleep. The warmth of her skin, the weight of her on
me, the comfortable feeling of having her in my arms, they all
contributed to my own sense of wellbeing, and my eyelids got heavy.

We dozed for a little while, neither of us wanting to move, until
maybe an hour later, I had to go to the bathroom. I held off as long
as I could, but finally, when I felt like my bladder was full to
bursting, I had to wake Alex up and roll her gently off me. By that
time my poor, overused cock had slipped out of her vagina. Alex
complained softly when I moved her, but she didn't wake fully up. I
slipped off the bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom. The
apartment was dark, and when I switched on the light it felt like
knitting needles were being jabbed into my eyes.

I stood for a long time over the toilet, first relieving myself and
then reminiscing on the evening. It wasn't really a surprise I had
finally slept with Alex, even though I still felt like I had won the
lottery. It was at that moment I began to worry about how my new
relationship with Alex would affect both of our friendships with Erin.

I found my way back to Alex's room, and I glanced at the clock on
the nightstand as I crawled back in next to her. It was 1:45 AM. I
was fortunate, because my first class on Thursday wasn't until 10:30.
I folded back the bedspread, which we had been laying upon, and I
coaxed a sleepy Alex into crawling between the sheets. I slipped in
next to her and put my arm around her, snuggling her up to me. She
curled up, putting her knee over my thigh and her arm across my chest.

I was just beginning to fall back asleep when I felt Alex's hand
softly slip down from my chest. Her fingers splayed across my
stomach, reaching for my shrunken dick. She found it, and she played
with it for just a moment before allowing her hand to dip lower, to
my balls. My legs spread of their own volition, and she caressed my
testicles for a moment, the tip of one finger tickling me behind my
sac. The blood began to flow into the region, and I felt my cock
begin to rise. Alex sensed it too, and she abandoned my balls in
favor of holding my inflating cock in her hand, encouraging it to
grow.

"Mmmm," she hummed.

By then I was pretty much awake and paying attention, though I
hadn't moved at all. I was waiting to see what Alex was up to. She
lifted up the edge of the sheet and put it over her head as she bent
down toward my middle. My hand stayed on her shoulder as she glided
down, and I felt the warm wetness of her mouth envelop the head of my
now very erect cock.

She sucked in on me, creating as much of a vacuum in her mouth as
she could, and then she worked me over with her tongue. At the same
time she used her fist to pump on me, keeping me awake and
interested. My hand was now on the back of her neck, giving her
silent encouragement, though she really didn't need any. She was
happy to be there, and I certainly had no complaints.

She began to work on me, taking me deeper and squeezing the base of
my cock occasionally, varying the pressure I felt all along the
shaft. She would take her mouth completely off me, choosing instead
to lick my length from top to bottom and back up again, and she would
sometimes cup my balls in her hand and give me a gentle squeeze.
Always she would return, however, to working to get me off by jacking
me with her fist and sucking on me. Her tongue was constantly in
motion, and the buildup was exquisite. I had thought I would be able
to hold out for a long time, having already come hard twice in
succession, but her talented mouth and hand had elevated me to very
near the top in a surprising amount of time.

One last time she took my balls in her hand and she squeezed, and
then she locked onto me with her mouth. She started letting her
tongue rough me up as she bobbed her head up and down, taking me as
deeply as she could on occasion and then letting up until I could
feel just her teeth resting on the sensitive tissues of the tip, and
then she would drop back down on me. At the last, what put me over
the edge was when she clamped down, jacked me with her fist, and
began to hum.

The vibrations raced through me, right from the nerve endings she
was stimulating into my brain, like a lightning bolt drawn to an
antenna. My entire body clenched, and I unconsciously tried to shove
more of my cock into that wonderfully damp and dark interior, and the
pumps struggled to deliver. I came, my spend splashing across her
tongue and down her throat, and she swallowed each time she felt me
spurt, creating even more pressure and activating another contraction.

Finally, there was no more left to deliver. My cock began to slowly
dwindle, and still Alex kept up her sucking and licking, determined
to capture the last drop I was able to give her. My core muscles
twitched, and I felt like I had played a ninetyminute game with
three overtimes. I was sweating and exhausted, and smiling like an
idiot.

Alex lifted up, and the sheet slid down to reveal her smiling face.

"Did you like it?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"I think you killed me," I groaned. It made her smile even bigger.
She scooted up and pressed herself against me once again, and I held
her by the back of her neck and brought her face to mine so I could
kiss her. She hesitated for just a moment, but I was determined.
Perhaps she was afraid I would taste my own semen on her lips, but
that was not a concern for me. If she was willing to take me into
her mouth and accept my load, I was not going to shy away from
showing my gratitude. I brought her lips to mine, and gave her the
best kiss I knew how. It must have been okay, because she hummed
again, her eyes happy as she gazed at me.

We fell back asleep that way, with Alex draped over me, and I didn't
stir for hours after that.

Sometime after the sun had come up, I vaguely heard one of Alex's
roommates rummaging around in the kitchen, but I managed to roll back
over and go back to sleep. By then Alex had moved to my side, and
she was curled up in a tiny ball, her mouth open just slightly and
her eyes moving behind her closed eyelids. I hoped it was a happy
dream.

I woke up again a little after nine. I was alone in Alex's bed. I
got up and looked around. Alex had gathered up our clothes out of
the front room, and my shirt and cutoffs were laid out on the chair
in the corner of the room. I put my shorts on, ran my hands through
my hair to try to establish some order to the chaos, and padded
barefoot to the bathroom.

When I looked through the doorway into the kitchen, Alex was just
pouring a cup of coffee. She had thrown on an oversized orange Gator
tshirt. She glanced over at me and smiled.

"Good morning, stud," she said. "Are you recovered?"

"I feel like I've been run over by a bus," I said. I paused, and
then nodded. "Yup. It's a good feeling."

Alex laughed. "Yeah, me too," she said. "I'm gonna carry around my
'justfuckedtwice' look as long as I can today. And even if the
look fades, I'll carry the 'justfuckedtwice' feeling with me all
day."

She stepped over to me, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a
good, long kiss.

"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Got any cereal?" I asked. "And orange juice?"

"Sure," she said, and she turned and opened the refrigerator. She
took out a gallon of milk and a container of orange juice and set
them on the table. She took two bowls out of the cabinet, a couple
of spoons from a drawer, and two glasses from another cabinet, and
set up our place settings.

Then, with a devilish glint in her eye, she reached down and opened
one of the base cabinets. I could see a couple of boxes of cereal,
but that wasn't what really caught my eye. Alex had bent down at the
waist, keeping her knees straight, and the bottom of her nightshirt
lifted up. She was naked underneath it. She stayed in that position
longer than she needed to just to get a box of cereal out, but that
was all right by me. The view was spectacular.

She straightened up, and with feigned nonchalance she put the boxes
of cereal on the table. I stepped up behind her and gently pushed
her by the shoulder, encouraging her to bend over the table a little
more. She complied, and I dropped down to my knees, lifted up the
hem of her shirt, and gave her peeking pussy a long, slow tonguing.

Alex sighed and spread her legs out a little more, giving me plenty
of access to have my way with her. She must have washed up, because
she tasted fresh and clean, and I lapped up all the moisture I could
find as she began exuding.

It didn't take long before my cock was revived, and Alex was
lubricating freely and enjoying my attentions. I stood up and
reached for the snap of my shorts. Alex stayed where she was,
propped up on her elbows on the table, watching me with shining eyes.
I dropped my shorts, took hold of my stiff cock, and guided it to the
refuge Alex was offering. I placed the head against her hole and
slowly pushed in.

It would be my fourth orgasm in twelve hours. I knew I could hold
out for a long time, and work on giving Alex her pleasure.

Cold cereal and hot sex. An unbeatable breakfast combination, I
thought to myself as I fucked her on the kitchen table.

When, at last, we finally were able to sit down and actually eat our
breakfast, Alex smiled at me and held out her hand for me.

"I'm not going to go to Daytona with Pru and Meaghan," she said.

"Okay," I said. "What made you make up your mind?"

She smiled again, her eyes crinkling. "You did. I don't need to go
away anymore to get drunk and get laid."





Late in the afternoon on Friday, my friends finally arrived. Eric,
Keisha, Trent, and Danielle, all scrunched into Danielle's car for
the trip down, looked tired when they arrived. The four of them
looked like they had had enough of driving in the car as they stepped
out and stretched.

"Food, dude," said Eric. "We're dying for food."

We walked over to Chaucer's for food and beer. I called Spencer and
Jesse, and they joined us as we spent the next couple of hours
catching up and planning out our week. We wanted to come up with as
complete a plan as we could, right down to what we were going to work
on for the clinics. We made sure we set aside plenty of time for
trying out the new drills we were thinking of using. It would give
us a chance to knock around the soccer ball, plus it would help us
evaluate the effectiveness of the drill. We laughed, we ate, we
drank, and we scheduled our time.

When we were done, we all walked back to the dorm parking lot. My
four friends were staying in two rooms they had reserved at the
Holiday Inn, and they climbed back into Danielle's car for the short
ride to the hotel. Jesse got into his car and waved goodbye, heading
off in the direction of his apartment. Spencer and I went up the
stairs. I opened the door on my floor and waved to him as he
continued up to his room. I went down to my dorm room, empty for the
week with Westy gone home, and I bided my time, until I was sure
Spencer wasn't going to pop in or call me.

Each night for the next week I left my own room, and I walked over
to spend the night in Alex's bed. I didn't need to go to Daytona,
either.





(Continued in Chapter 27)

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