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************************* Read Me First *****************************  
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explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or live where 
it is illegal to do so.  The characters and places in my stories are 
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Mrs. James Wentworth Preston  (a Pen Name)  Copyright 2001           
************************ Thank You **********************************

Mrs. James Wentorth Preston  -  Chapter 56 - Emily Bends Over

************************* Story Prolog ************************
Hello!  I'm Justine.  My stories are about my family and friends and the wild, 
sexy things they do. I just write down what they tell me.  Often the tales are 
completely new to me; I hadn't heard anything about them before.  I just have 
to believe them.  They're often hard to believe, but they tell me that they're 
true!

We live in small-town USA; my husband James, my Son Junior, he goes to 
college, and Maryann, my sexy eighteen year old Daughter.  This chapter is 
about Junior and his love, Emily, at Bob and Patty's house, on Whispering 
Pines Ridge, just off campus.  Bob is James' long, lost cousin and Junior's 
Professor in college.  Patty is his wife.  Louise is Junior's Aunt and Heather 
is his cousin.  Billy Joe is Maryann's lover and works with James at his 
company.  James' PA (personal assistant) Sylvia and Kelly, his new 
Corporation's new president, are involved in this chapter.

This tale is about Junior's morning after he and Emily slept together for the 
first time.  Junior picks up the Cadillac limo, meets the University 
President's secretary, and meets Emily in his office after her classes. There 
is also a part about James, Sylvia, and Kelly helping Billy Joe get over an 
illegality.

I think you'll like the story.  All the previous chapters are in the archive 
at ASSTR.  Do a SUBJECT LINE SEARCH in the ASSM section and search on MRS JWP.  
If you have difficulty in finding my stories, send me a note and I'll forward 
to you some step by step instructions that Junior wrote that will help you.  
ASSTR is confusing; all those options and stuff.!
***************** Thanks for reading my stories *********************
***************** Mrs. James Wentworth Preston *******************


Mrs James Wentworth Preston

Chapter 56

Emily Bends Over


Junior awoke and found that dawn had come to the Wentworth home on Whispering 
Pines Ridge.  He didn't know what time it was, but it was morning.  He eased 
Emily off his chest and onto a pillow.  He slipped out of bed, tucked the 
sheet under her chin, pulling up the bed spread for good measure to keep her 
warm.  He padded into the bathroom and peed.  He washed his hands and splashed 
some water on his face.  Junior got into his robe and quietly opened the door 
to the hall.  Making sure he didn't wake Emily, he tip-toed out into the hall, 
closing the bedroom door silently behind him.  He went down the stairs and 
into the Wentworth's big kitchen.  No one else seemed to be up.  He found the 
coffee maker, the coffee, the paper filters, and started the coffee maker.

Junior walked to the glass doors to the pool and went out.  The morning air 
was wonderful.  The storms had washed the sky clear of clouds and the sun was 
just hitting the tops of the trees on Whispering Pines Ridge.  He saw that the 
pool had a few leaves and debris floating in it.  After looking around for a 
minute, Junior found the pool cleaning equipment.  He got the long-handle net 
and began to scoop out the debris and leaves.  He was wondering if the pH was 
okay when suddenly the pool pump started.  'Automatic timer!' he realized.  'I 
wonder what time it is?  I forgot to check the kitchen clock!'

Junior went in, poured himself a cup of coffee over a splash of milk and 
checked the clock.  '3:09 AM?  Huh?  Then he remember the storm and the power 
outage.  'I guess time will have to wait!' he laughed at his little joke.  He 
found some cookies, ginger snaps, took two, and returned to the pool deck with 
his coffee and cookies.  He looked for a place to sit but everything was wet.  
Junior carefully set his mug of coffee down on the pool apron next to his 
cookies and went to the pool house.  There he found an old towel that he 
brought back to wipe off the table and six chairs.  He tipped the other chairs 
over to let the water drain off of them.  He removed the pads from the chaise 
lounges and lay them over the pool fence to let them dry.  Finally, he got his 
mug of coffee and cookies, took them to the table, and sat to enjoy them.

The coffee had cooled down so he could drink it.  The ginger snaps were fresh 
and he ate them happily.  He was thinking about his day.  'I have to be at 
school by 9AM to get the labs ready.  Afterward, go shopping and buy a clock 
for my room.  No, he need to get five clocks; all *with* battery back-up.  
Also clothes hangers.  Wood if possible.  How many?  Ten per room with the 
master bedroom needing at least twice that many.  He'd need sixty!  At least.  
Perhaps a mix of wood and plastic?  Well, I'll have to see what I can find.  
Then come back in the afternoon to put on his new suit.  When did Mom and Dad 
expect to arrive?  They had his new suit.'

Junior decided he had to call and find out.  Use his new telephone!  But he 
didn't know what time it was!  'Okay, the sun is just up.  Sunrise is around 
6AM this time of year.  So it must be 6:30 or so.  I'll wait a while before I 
call.  At least until 7AM.  Mom was usually up by then.  Okay, good plan!  Oh, 
I have to get the big Cadillac to go to the airport.  I'll do that before I 
came up to the house.  That way I'll have my new suit on when I drive over 
with Emily to the airport!  Emily!  I've forgotten all about her.  She'd need 
a ride to school too.  When was her first class?  8:30 or was it 9:00?'

"Good morning sunshine!  Beautiful day, isn't it!" Louise said as she set her 
coffee down on the table next to him.

Junior, startled, jumped up and stammered, " Ah yes!  Yes it is!  Good morning 
to you too Aunt Louise!"

Louise giggled like a schoolgirl and hugged him.  "Junior, you always amaze 
me.  You were lost in your thoughts and didn't even hear me come out, but you 
recovered nicely.  Your Momma taught you well.  Very well indeed!" she kissed 
him hotly.  "And you can even make coffee!" she laughed.  "Let's sit and enjoy 
the morning."

They sat and Junior asked her, "Do you know what time it is?  All the clocks 
are off because of the power outage and I left my watch upstairs.

"Junior, you've been thinking about all the things you have to do today, 
haven't you?"

"Yes.  A lot's going on."

"Well, don't you worry.  We're all supporting you and it will turn out great!  
This is your big day and you deserve it.  Just go with the flow and don't try 
to make everything perfect.  What happens, happens.  Whatever it is, it isn't 
enough to disturb your positive karma.  Just let it all happen.  You'll see.  
Mark my words well nephew, tomorrow morning when we have coffee you'll say, 
'Aunt Louise, you were right'!  So don't fret!  It'll all work out!" 

 "How did you find out?" Junior asked incredulously.

"Oh, I don't know the details, the specifics.  I only know that something is 
going to happen for you, something important.  Otherwise Justine and James 
wouldn't be driving over.  Oh sure, this is Emily's big day, but something 
good is going to happen to you.  Bob and Patty are full of it too.  They know.  
I suspect they haven't told me because I'm supposed to be surprised.  Heather 
too.  That's okay.  I like surprises.  I especially enjoy happy surprises; 
especially happy surprises that are happening to my favorite nephew.  You!  I 
know you have the power, the power of vision.  Obviously you've used it to 
good purpose and now some of it is going to bounce back to you.  That's only 
fair and proper.  Just wait until the good vibrations from what you did for me 
bounce back and hit you."  Louise giggled a little.  "If this is a big deal, I 
can't imagine what's going to happen then.  All I know for sure is that I want 
to see it!  Junior, you are a real blessing to all who come to know you.  Now 
don't waste it by worrying.  It only makes you unhappy and interferes with 
your real purpose in life.  A visionary like yourself doesn't need worries 
like anchors around his neck."

"I see.  Actually, I wish I could vision when Mom and Dad will get here with 
my new suit.  That's why I want to know what time it is, so I can call them 
and find out."

"If they say, 11AM, what would that mean?  How about 2PM?  Or 3PM?  They'll 
get here when they get here!"

"But I have to take Emily to the airport to get there by 4PM!"

"Look stupid.  There's lots of time.  You go to school and then come back in 
the afternoon after you pick up the car.  Spend it loafing around the pool.  
I'll be here and I'll play with you in the pool.  Okay?  Quit worrying!  It 
fucks up your normal good-natured self.  Realize what's happening.  Good 
things are going on, but you're so worked up you're going to miss it!  That's 
not you.  You should be joyous, proud, and very pleased to be such a credit to 
the name Wentworth!  Let me say it another way, you are so freaked out that 
you're fucking it all up!  Understand now?"

Junior looked down and then back up at Louise with a shy grin.  "Yes Aunt 
Louise.  I understand.  You're right, naturally.  I've got to cool it!  Okay, 
how about a swim?  The water looks great!  That'll cool me off!"

"Good idea Junior!" Louise said as she stood and dropped her robe.

Junior did the same and they giggled together and jumped into the pool.  They 
swam around and enjoyed the cool, refreshing water.

"Hey!  Good morning!" Bob called from the patio.  "The water looks great!  Can 
I bring your coffees over?"

"Sure Bob.  That's a good idea!" Junior replied.

Bob carried over Junior's and Louise's coffees to the edge of the pool.  Then 
he tossed off his robe and walked around to the steps, then into the pool, 
carrying his own.  They met at the edge and clinked, a toast to the good 
morning sun, which was now streaking low through the trees of Whispering Pines 
Ridge.  Junior commented about the diggings outside the pool fence and Bob 
explained about their under-construction 'fucking' garden.  The surveys had 
been done, the necessary permits received, and the sprinkler system was being 
installed.  Once the sprinkler mains were installed and the various feeder 
points set, the pathways would be established and central plantings done.  
Finally the decorative and border plants would be placed, the sod laid, the 
pathways finished, and the overhead sprinklers set and tuned.

"It's going to be incredible," Bob said.  "The automatic watering system is 
tuned to the climate, with over 100 years of computer models of weather 
patterns memorized.  There is an automatic feed from the US Weather Bureau to 
continually update the data base with statistics and current forecasts.  If 
the installation plan holds to its schedule, it'll be done within two weeks.  
Of course the young plants have to root and the sod has to take, but I think 
that we ought to be able to hold a party for Justine out here in about three 
weeks, just in time for her birthday.  Now this is a hope and a wish, so 
please don't mention it to her now.  I'd hate to disappoint her.  I'll speak 
to James privately today and get his approval of our plans.  So don't say 
anything!  I'd like to let her have the first fuck in the grass, or wherever 
she wants it!"

"Bob, this is fantastic!  Patty must be overjoyed!" Louise exclaimed.

"Yes, she is.  Kate, that's Dean Stevens who'll be here for dinner tomorrow, 
has one similar.  Hers is several years old and the beauty of it is 
spectacular!  We'll have better technology and a different design of the 
pathways, but we've gotten her advice and she thinks ours will be as nice as 
hers once the plants mature a bit.  She only lives down the road a bit Louise.  
Patty, Junior, and I all went to breakfast there last week.  It's really 
nice."

"Yeah," Junior said with a fake pout, "Kate's a lesbian and Bob and I had to 
leave while Patty got a very private tour!"

"Yes Louise, let Kate know first thing that you want to see her gardens when 
you meet her today.  I expect that she'll be here at 9AM, that's when her 
girls are expected.  She's got to go to the 4:45 reception, but there's lots 
of time before that.  Maybe she'll give you a private garden tour too!" Bob 
added.

"Oh my!  So many women, so little time!" Louise said, then they all laughed at 
her mimic of Billy Joe's crack from last weekend at the Preston pool.

"Speaking of women, where's Heather and Patty?" Bob asked.

"They were in the shower together.  Patty was showing Heather something called 
the 'Ass Master' that, along with a fat dildo, was going to maker her cum and 
cum and cum." Louise rolled her eyes.  "That girl is overcome with sex.  If I 
didn't know first hand her genius with herbs, Mother Ester's Book of Healing, 
and with getting those mountain folks to share with us their knowledge and 
sources of herbs, I'd sell her off to some Emir's harem where she'd be very, 
very happy.  Speaking of very, very happy, where's Miss Emily?  She didn't run 
off in the middle of the night, did she?"

Junior blushed and looked down, his truly awkward feelings showing through, 
said, "No.  I let her sleep."

"Idiot!" Louise said.

Bob elbowed Junior good-naturedly and said, "Buddy!  If I was you I'd get 
upstairs before one of my sluts finds her first.  If her reaction to Patty's 
girl/girl touching last night in front of the fire was any indication, you'd 
better go up and stake out your turf!  At least make sure she isn't wanting 
for anything, if you catch my drift."

Junior laughed and agreed, "Okay.  You're right.  I'm neglecting my duties."  
He lifted his mug, clinked with Louise and Bob, and left the pool.  He 
refilled his mug and got one for Emily with sugar and cream.  He took them 
upstairs and found that Emily was in the shower.

"Hello in the shower!" he hollered.  "Care for some coffee?"

"Oh yes!" Emily yelled as she stuck her arm and wet head out from around the 
shower curtain.  "What a nice treat!"

She took the mug and sipped.  "That's good.  Thanks.  Set it on the counter 
for me please.  I'll be done in a minute," she said as she retreated into the 
steamy shower.

Junior went and found his watch and saw that it was 6:55.  Lots of time.  He 
called his Mother with IC on his new telephone.  She answered quickly.  She 
was busy fucking but confirmed that they expected to be at the Wentworth's by 
noon.  "I'm fucking right now.  See you by noon!" is all she said and 
disconnected.  Junior smiled, wondering whom she was fucking.  No matter.  Now 
he was reassured that he'd have plenty of time to get dressed for the 
reception.  The shower had stopped so Junior slipped into the steamy bathroom 
to help Emily dry off.

Emily was drying her hair and face and didn't see Junior enter.  He grabbed a 
big towel and began on her back, drying the soft beautiful skin with more 
petting and caressing than vigorous drying.

"Mmmmmm!  That's nice honey.  Thanks!"

Junior moved down, drying her luscious ass and then her fine legs.  He did 
each foot lovingly then moved around to her front.  Up her legs he moved, 
finally getting to her groin.  He gently dried her  perineum, pudenda, and 
belly.

"Ah-he-em!" Emily got his attention as she smiled down affectionately.  "Don't 
you think I should dry that part of me?"

"Well," Junior looked up at her with a smirk, "I'm just making sure that every 
spot is clean and dry.  After all, I wouldn't be happy with the taste of 
soap!"

"Oh, I guess you've got a point.  Here, you'd better do these too!" Emily 
dropped her towel, exposing her excellent breasts.

"Yes ma'am!  My pleasure!" Junior gushed as he stood to lovingly cup her boobs 
through the towel, giving them a nice drying massage.  When he was done, 
Emily's nipples stood excitedly erect.  Junior moved up and made a big deal of 
drying her neck, face, and ears; using a point of the towel to poke into her 
ear lobes to get them squeaky clean.

"There!  All done!" Junior announced, then pulled her into his arms for a good 
morning kiss.  Naturally, the kiss between the two young lovers turned hot.  
Emily melted into his embrace and Junior's hands dropped to her butt, stroking 
and caressing those wonderful bottom cheeks.  After a minute or so, Emily 
broke the kiss.

"Honey, I want some more coffee.  Please?" she asked.

"Okay, let's find your robe."

They found Emily's robe and they went down to the kitchen with their empty 
coffee mugs.  They finished off the coffee and started another pot.  They 
moved to the glass doors to go out to the pool and join Bob and Louise, but 
saw that they were fucking on a chaise lounge mat at the pool's edge.

"Uhhhmm!  I don't think they're in the mood for good morning chatter!" Emily 
said, as she leaned back against Junior, twisting her butt against his 
stiffening cock.  "Oh my!  Does my guy have an early morning hard-on?  Ohh!  I 
want to see!"

Emily turned, set her coffee mug on the kitchen counter, dropped to her knees 
and opened Junior's robe.

"Yes!  A *very* nice morning hard-on!" Emily cooed as she began to lick up and 
down the swollen shaft of Junior's cock.  Junior moaned with pleasure as her 
lips surrounded his cock head, then moved down the shaft as her now well-
trained tongue laved his sweet spot and cock head.  She sucked, licked, and 
swallowed down on his cock head as she moved up and down.  After five minute 
of pure bliss, she backed off and stood.

Emily kissed him softly and smiled, saying, "Guess what I want?"  She turned, 
bent over the counter so she could watch Bob and Louise fucking, and thrust 
her butt out with her legs spread widely.

Junior didn't need an engraved invitation to get the message.  He lifted the 
back of Emily's robe and laid it over her back.  He started kissing her bare 
back, moving down to her fine ass, using his tongue and lips to pleasure his 
lady love.  He caressed her fine ass and licked it all over, making little 
sexy bites here and there.  When he found the top of her butt crack, he gently 
spread her cheeks and licked, sucked, and kissed his way down her back side 
groove.  He paused at her anus to push around the tight muscles, teasing and 
loving her there.  He moved down again, finding her pussy slit.  He nibbled on 
her labia, getting them swollen with desire.  As they parted, her clitoris 
showed, it too becoming erect with lust.  Junior lashed his tongue against it 
several times, forcing gasps of pleasures from Emily.  Just to make sure she 
was ready for his cock, he slid his tongue down through her vulva and in 
through her vaginal muscles to thrill her there with a vigorous tongue 
fucking.  After a dozen or so tongue-fucks, he move back up and tease her ass 
hole some more, finally tongue fucking her there as Emily shivered with 
pleasure.

"Ju-un-ior!" Emily cried.  "Please!"

Junior pulled out and replied, "Please what, honey?  Be open and honest.  Tell 
me what you want!  Use the words!"

"Fuck me darling!  Fuck my hot pussy!  Please!"

Junior stood and snuggled his erection up against her perineum, sliding it 
back and forth.

Emily knew that Junior was training her to be fully responsive, to be an 
active sex partner.  She knew exactly what to do now.  She reached under her 
and grabbed his cock head.  Emily rocked her hips, lined up her wet cunt with 
his cock head, and pushed back hard, taking his cock all the way into her 
clasping vagina.

"Oh God!  That's good, good, good!  Yes!" Emily moaned as she rocked her hips, 
feeling his cock head rub up and across her cervix.  Emily pulled off slowly 
and rolled her hips around as she was taught, squeezing his cock with her now 
well-trained PC muscles.  It felt *wonderful* to her.

Junior tried to stay still and let Emily fuck her self on his cock.  The 
feelings were incredible and, knowing that she was pleasing herself as much as 
him, his love for this fantastic woman, who'd been a virgin yesterday at this 
time, only grew and grew.

When Emily felt the ridge around Junior's cock head up against her vaginal 
opening muscles, she stopped rocking, rolling, and squeezing.  She took a deep 
breath and eased off a little, feeling her cunt mouth muscles deliciously 
close around his cock head.  She paused again, feeling the thrill of the 
partial penetration, then excitedly slapped her hips back, taking his cock in 
one fast, hard fuck up into her cunt, banging her cervix, and pushing it 
through with the sexy rocking of her hips.

"Ffff-uuuu-ccc-kkk!" Emily gasped, a quick cum raced through her slim body.

Junior, feeling the most delightful thrill any man can feel, cock head pushing 
through a cervix, shivered a little in empathy with his lover.

After a half a minute or so, Emily rocked again, then slowly moved up off his 
cock, rolling her hips and squeezing lustfully.  As the cock head pulled at 
her pussy mouth muscles, Emily repeated her previous actions.  Out a bit, 
pause, then slap back, taking his cock fully, rocking the cock tip again into 
her cervix.  While another cum shot through her, Emily slowly pulled off 
again, the rolling and squeezing on automatic this time.  Again at the ridge 
around the cock head, she pulled out a bit to tease those muscles there and 
snapped her hips again, this time rocking wildly to get the straight thrill of 
the cock head into her womb.  As she moved, she began to move faster and 
harder back and forth, hips doing their dance of love.

After five minutes of her fucking back on him, they both were excited beyond 
belief.  Junior's balls were starting to stir and Emily's cums were beginning 
to build into big waves of pleasure.  Both were more than ready for a big cum.

Emily paused again when Junior's cock was almost completely out of her and 
took a look out at Bob and Louise.  Bob had his hands under Louise's ass, 
rolling her hips up for almost downward fucking.  Louise's heels were high in 
the air and her nails dug into his back.

Emily's lust flared high at the sexy site and she told Junior, "Fuck me 
darling.  Fuck me fast and hard!  Make me see the stars!"

Junior, more than ready too, did a little sexy move first.  He pulled out 
completely and slapped fucked into her hard and fast, right through her 
vaginal opening muscles and down to and through into her cervix.

"GODDESS ABOVE!" Emily yelled, blasting into a massive orgasm.

Junior just kept moving. He loved fucking women when they were cumming.  All 
the way out, past her vaginal opening, then *slap*!  All the in and into her 
womb, just like she wanted.  Emily's waves of her cum kept getting bigger.

Junior snapped back out through her juicing, rippling cunt, then slapped back 
in, hard and fast.  Emily made little grunts each time he pushed into her 
womb.  He knew she wasn't hurting her; her shaking body and rippling pussy 
told him she was cumming hard.  He knew what she was waiting for; she wanted 
his cum!  And he wasn't to deny her!  It was cum her womb wanted, and cum 
it'll get!  Again and again he fucked into her womb.  Quicker, harder.

Suddenly, like a sonic boom, his cum began.  It seemed to start at his toes, 
race to his brain with unbelievable pleasure, then bounce to his balls.  
Junior rammed back into her cervix, forcing his cock head in as far as he 
could get it.  His hips, fully arched, mashed his prostrate internally and 
Junior howled as his cum jet up his cock and out the meatus, spattering 
Emily's wanting womb with hot man juice.

Emily screamed, "Iiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" as she blasted into a massive climax.

Junior humped backward, then again slammed into Emily's womb, splashing 
another hot shot of cum just where she wanted it.  With his teeth grit tightly 
together, again and again Junior fucked his cum into Emily's womb.

Emily had passed beyond feeling his hot jets of cum.  All she could feel now 
were the monster waves of her orgasms, as they tossed her about like a cork on 
an ocean of cum, slamming her again and again onto the shores of the land of 
the big 'O', as the climatic spasms of the little death shuddered through her 
merely mortal body.  Junior finally stopped fucking her, his cock still within 
her.  Emily's consciousness became aware of his shrinking love muscle and 
tried to squeeze down on it, but her shattered nervous system would not obey 
her will.  She was able to flutter her eyes open to see Bob and Patty watching 
her from the other side of the glass.  She tried to wave or say hello, but it 
was not possible.  Junior's slack body, pressuring her back, pushed her arms 
downward and she happily lay the side of her face on her hands, sexually 
satisfied and content with the world.

Junior recovered first and moved his weight off of his lover.  He sat in a 
nearby kitchen chair and pulled Emily onto his lap and into his arms.  
Together they sat, recovering from their cums.

"Woo, hoo!  You two sure do fuck up a storm!" Patty laughed, sitting on across 
the breakfast nook from them.

Startled, Junior could only reply, "Glad you liked the show.  Could you get us 
a glass of juice or something?"

Patty hopped up and said, "Sure!"  She got them each a big glass of cold apple 
juice.

Junior and Emily gulped down their drinks and sat happily together for a bit.  
Bob and Louise came in, grinning from ear to ear.

"Did we inspire you?" Louise asked.

Emily giggled and explained.  "We were just getting some coffee when I saw you 
two.  I must be turning into a sex-crazed woman.  Just only a few minutes 
before I made Junior stop being sexy and come down here with me.  My resolve 
to have a few minutes sex-free was broken when I saw you cumming, your nails 
digging into Bob's back."

"Oh Bob!  Not again!" Patty cried, pulling Bob's robe down to see what damage 
Louise had done.  "Well, it's not too bad, but I'd better go get the 
antiseptic and a few Band-Aids.  Honestly Louise, if he bloodies another white 
shirt, I'm going to make you clean it!  Blood doesn't come out easily."

"Patty, all you need is cold water and spice-free meat tenderizer.  Use a 
toothbrush and scrub it in.  It breaks down the blood proteins and the stain 
will wash out!"

"Yes, that's what I have to do!  He's got to go to school soon and look good, 
especially this afternoon at the reception.  Damnit, if it's not one thing, 
it's another," Patty muttered as she went to the master bath to get her 
medicine kit.

Bob chuckled after she left, "It's not you Louise.  She's still pissed at 
herself because last week we had a nooner and she tore up my back.  I didn't 
notice it and neither did she.  Later the afternoon one of the Grad Students 
told me about the blood on my back.  I had been wondering about all the 
whispering and giggling among the students.  They all knew that my wife was 
back in town and drew the natural conclusions.  I laughed it off, but Patty 
got pretty sore about it.  Still is sore, as you saw."

Patty returned with the medicine kit, still angry.  "Here!" she said as she 
tossed the kit to Louise.  "Do some healing!"  Patty turned, went out to the 
pool, and jumped in.

"Oh my!  I think she's a little pissed," Louise muttered as she got out the 
antiseptic, applied it, and put a Band-Aid on each shoulder over the two bad 
scratches.  "I guess I did some damage after all.  Sorry."

"No sweat kiddo!" Bob consoled her.  "My orgasm was worth it.  Was yours?"

Louise smiled and replied, "Yep!  Worth every star I saw!"

"I know that feeling!" Emily agreed.  "Next time, wear mittens!"

"Oh Goddess!" Louise chuckled, "Now that would be something!"

"No, not regular mittens, sex mittens.  I saw some in an advertisement on a 
sex toy Web site," Emily explained.  "They looked pretty kewl.  Sort of 
oversize pink rubbery ones, with little nubbins all over them.  They said 
something about doing fabulous things to your lady's erogenous hot buttons.

"Really?" Louise looked at Emily with amazement.  "You saw that on the Web?"

"Sure, and lots of other neat stuff!" Emily replied.  "I've got the URL 
written down back at the dorm.  I'll get it for you before you leave.  Or I'll 
send it to you, if you'll give me your E-mail address.

"Okay, Heather has all that stuff.  Hey, where is Heather?" Louise asked.

Nobody knew and Junior offered to go look, but Louise nixed that idea.

"She's probably playing with Patty's toys, having one cum after another.  
Don't bother, I'll go out and make peace with Patty and find out what they've 
been doing," Louise decided as she closed up the medicine kit.  "There! . All 
done.  You're ready for the office, Doctor Wentworth sir!"

"Thanks Louise.  I'm sorry about all this but I still think it was worth it."

Louise kissed him sweetly and replied, "You're a sweetheart.  Now let's hope 
that Patty isn't holding a grudge!"  With that said, Louise went out to the 
pool to make amends to Patty.

"Honey, I forgot to ask you, what time is your first class?" Junior asked 
Emily.

"8:30.  Why?" she asked back.

"Because I've got to go in to get the labs ready and I want to give you a 
ride," Junior told her.

"Junior, I have a better idea.  Why not let me take her in with me and you go 
get the rental car.  It will be a lot easier early in the morning than later 
on," Bob suggested.  "Besides, I haven't had a chance to talk alone with my 
'Star Pupil' in quite a while.  I need to talk to her about the reception; 
tell her what to expect.  A little inside information that she might find 
useful."

"Okay, but I'll have to call first," Junior replied.  "I told them the other 
day that I'd be in after 3PM to pick it up.  They're open now.  I'll give them 
a call.  Let me up Emily, I need to go up to get the number and my phone."

"Good Junior, do that.  I'm going to take Emily into my office and give her 
something neat!  Join us there after your call."

Emily hopped up and went over to stand close to Bob.  "You got something neat 
for me?  Little 'ole me?" she asked in her sexy little girl voice.

"Oh God," Bob laughed.  "Another sex pot!  How come I'm always so lucky?"

"It must be the water buddy, must be the water," Junior laughed as he stood 
and went upstairs, after a quick kiss from Emily.

Bob took Emily's hand and cooed, "Come on little girl.  Let Uncle Bob show you 
his plush office.

Bob took Emily into his office.  Just like his office at the Chemistry 
Building, it was full of books, papers, files, and magazines, piled 
everywhere.  All about Chemistry, Academics, or personal development.  Bob 
rummaged through his briefcase and found what he was looking for.  He held out 
an envelop for Emily.

"Here, read this." Bob instructed.

Emily opened the envelope and read the letter:

"Unlimited Parking Privileges."

"By order of Doctor James, President of the University, the vehicle being used 
by the bearer of this Letter of Authorization will be permitted unchallenged 
parking anywhere on the University Campus in any marked space that is legally 
permissible for one week beginning with the date above."

"All students, faculty, staff, and officials of the University are to assist 
the driver in any manner necessary to ensure the safe parking of the vehicle 
and accord its driver and occupants every courtesy befitting Special Guests of 
the President of the University."

"Fire lanes and handicapped spaces, so marked, are not acceptable parking for 
the vehicle, as decreed by state law."

"If there are any questions concerning this Letter of Authorization, please 
contact my office at the above address and telephone number."

Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

"By order of:  (Signed)  Doctor K. L. James, University President."

"Wow!  This is awesome!" Emily said as she finished.

Bob smiled, "I thought you'd like that.  Here, these are for the front and 
back windows."  Bob handed her two eight by ten cardboard placards with the 
University's seal on them in glossy color.  Written above the seal in large 
gold print was 'Unlimited Parking' and below was 'Special Guest of the 
President of the University'.

"Neat-o!  Uncle Bob, this is really awesome."

Junior came into Bob's office and said, "What's awesome?"

"These!" Emily showed Junior the placards.  "One for each the front and back 
windows of the big Caddy!"

"Yes, I suppose they'll help.  Oh, the car will be ready in an hour.  It's all 
set," Junior told them.

"Show him the letter Emily.  That will give him a jolt," Bob laughed.

Junior read that letter, his smile getting wider and wider with each sentence.  
"Hey!  This is way kewl!  I was wondering how I was going to park that big car 
on campus.  Boy, Dr. James thinks of everything!"

"No, that was his secretary," Bob enlightened them.  "She's very good and 
quite smart about the problems people have when they visit here.  Parking is 
always a problem.  That's why she created these handy placards and the letter.  
After they leave, it would be a nice gesture if you'd write her a note, 
telling her how useful they were.  I know she'd appreciate it.  And getting on 
the good side of the secretary to an important man is still a vital tool of 
the ambitious."

"Right Doc.  Well put.  Consider it done." Junior replied.  "Now, how about 
some breakfast.  Fruit would be good.  Or some cereal and milk?"

"No problem.  Patty bought a ton of food for the dinner and overnight guests.  
Let's go to the kitchen and see what we can find!"

They found two full refrigerators and a well stocked freezer.  The pantry and 
cupboards were full too.  They all found something they wanted and soon they 
all were full, ready to start the day.

"Emily, my Mom and Dad will be here by noon.  I'd like to be back here before 
they get here.  What I'll do is pick up the car, get the labs ready, then go 
shopping.  I'll pick you up after your last class.  When would that be?"

"It's my Chem lab.  I can leave early.  I'm usually done early anyway.  How 
about 11 o'clock?"

"That'll work!  We'll be here when Mom and Dad arrive," Junior replied as he 
took his plate to the sink, rinsed it off, and put it in the dishwasher.

"I plan to be back by the time your folks get here too," Bob explained.  "I 
want to greet them.  I think Patty is going to have her hands full, with Kate 
and her girls here, messing around in her kitchen."

"Okay, I better get dressed and moving," Junior said as he kissed Emily 
lovingly.  "See you at the lab in a couple of hours darling!  I love you!" he 
said as he left to get dressed.

"Emily, that's quite a guy you landed.  You two make a great couple.  And 
don't you worry about all this.  Remember, you're the star!  Just keep smiling 
and stay cool.  Or is it kewl?" Bob laughed.

"Yes!  It's definitely kewl!  And thanks for everything.  It's been all so 
wonderful, words can't describe it!  You and Patty have been great.  I really 
appreciate all that you've done."

"This is when all your hard work pays off," Bob added.  "Now all you have to 
do is sit back and catch the bouquets as they are tossed to you.  Just be 
yourself and everything will work itself out!  Now, I'm going to get ready 
too.  What say we meet back here in 30 minutes and I'll drive you to campus."

"Okay," Emily said as she moved close to Bob.  "See you soon!" she agreed and 
gave him a soft kiss before bouncing out of the kitchen to get ready for 
class.

She met Junior as he was coming down the stairs.  He hadn't showered, he 
planned on a long, hot shower before the reception.  He set his attache case 
down and wrapped Emily in his arms for another hot, sexy kiss.

"Mmmmm, darling," Emily gasped.  Can't you stay and play a little?  Every time 
you kiss me like that my pussy gets wet and my legs spread.  How about a 
quickie?"

"Sorry Em, remember the rule.  Sex *after* chores.  I've got several on my 
plate right now.  But, I think we might have some time after lunch.  My folks 
will be cool about it!  Plan on it Em.  After lunch!"

Junior picked up his attache case and was half-way down the stairs when he 
stopped and turned, "Em?  Don't forget the M. B."

Emily turned back to her lover, "Huh?"

"M. B.  Mother's Blessing!"

"Oh!" Emily grinned.  "Good idea!  Thanks for the reminder lover!"

"See ya!" Junior said and was  off again, going down the stairs and out the 
front door.  He got his car started (Thank you Lord!) and then drove off to 
the rental car place, with his special parking placards safely in his case.

At the rent-a-car lot, Junior presented his credit card, as he'd done on 
Monday for 'The Date' car.

"I'm sorry Mr. Preston, you're card is no good," the agent explained.

"What?  I'm sure it's not over limit!"

"No, no, Mr. Preston.  I'm sure your credit is good.  The problem is that we 
received a telephone call that has made the issue unimportant."

"Excuse me, I don't understand," Junior replied.

"Well, Doctor James, the President of the University, has requested that the 
expense of the rental be billed to him and you are to be designated as the 
driver.  I was quite taken aback by his call, I've never spoken to him and it 
was really a treat.  He was very considerate, very friendly.  I was impressed!  
Mr. Preston, you've got friends in high places!  He even had this letter sent 
over by a courier yesterday putting his commitment in writing.  I suppose you 
can object, but I wouldn't buck Dr. James if I were you."

Junior smiled and agreed, "Yes, you're right of course."  He handed over his 
driver's license and the agent completed the paper work.

"We've washed and shined the car to immaculate condition.  The agency manager 
has personally inspected our preparation.  I myself had the pleasure of 
getting several specialty liquors that Dr. James requested for his 'Special 
Guests'.  Apparently Dr. James knows them well and it's his way of saying 
hello.  Of course the bar is fully stocked; you won't find any bottom shelf 
liquor in that bar.  Also, we've included soft drinks and juices, as well as 
ice and various condiments like olives, lime wedges, lemon slices and twists, 
cocktail onions, cherries, and whatever else our car-bar expert decided that 
might be needed."

"Good.  I don't drink myself," Junior explained, "but I'm glad that Dr. James 
thought of it.  Could I have a copy of that list of liquors?  I'll give it to 
the host of the home where the guests will be staying.  He might want to pick-
up anything he doesn't have to make their visit merrier."

The agent gave Junior the rental contract, a copy of the liquor list, and 
walked him out to the car.  It was a beautiful dark blue four door Cadillac 
DeVille.  It had been stretched a bit and had two folding jump seats for extra 
passengers.  The agent explained the return policy; he could leave it anytime 
and put the keys in a 'Late Night' return slot with the mileage written on the 
return copy of the contract.  Junior was soon driving carefully to campus.  At 
a red light, he got out his 'Special Guest' placards and put one on the dash.  
The rear window was so far back that he couldn't reach it; he'd have to wait 
until he parked.

Junior parked in his regular 'Staff Only' place at the Chemistry building, 
though he backed in, wanting to show off his new 'wheels'.  After he put the 
'Special Guest' placard in the rear window, he locked up and went to his 
office, then out to the labs to get them ready for the day's students.  He 
found Carol in Lab 7 and she did the start-up routines for the explosion 
chambers and the environmental units, while he observed.

"You did that perfectly!" Junior complimented Carol, "I think you've been 
studying!"

"Your right!" Carol said proudly.  "I've read all the manuals and I'm ready 
for any problem.  Also, I've been compiling my notes on the labs to present in 
a paper to Dr. Wentworth.  I've got a few suggestions that I think will 
improve the labs.  I've also caught up on all my class work and aced two 
exams.  These 8 to 5 school hours are really great.  Thanks Junior, I owe you 
one!"

"Carol, thank yourself!  It's nothing more than personal discipline.  Once you 
find it, you'll never lose it.  Congratulations.  I can't think of a nicer 
woman to find it.  Good job!"

They said their good byes and Junior went on to get the rest of the labs 
ready.


*******************************

At the Wentworth home on Whispering Pines Ridge, Patty and Louise had made 
peace.  They sat together in the breakfast nook, eating some fruit and cereal.

"Hi guys!" Emily said as she joined them, carrying her lab notes and books for 
class, waiting for Bob to finish getting ready.  Emily was wearing a pair of 
culotte-shorts and a sleeveless blouse, with sandals on her feet.

"You look nice!" Louise told her.

"Thanks!  I feel nice!" Emily replied, helping herself to an apple.

"Well, how was the bed?" Patty asked with a wide grin.

"It was great!  Really great!" Emily replied.  "I slept wonderfully.  
Actually, that was the first time I've ever slept with anyone.  It was neat!"

"Yes, sleeping with a man is a unique thing," Patty agreed.  "I can't count 
how many nights I tossed and turned, wishing that Bob was with me while I was 
in school in California.  Being married and apart is a bitch!  I don't 
recommended it!

"Yes, I agree," Louise said.  "Last Saturday night was the first time I'd 
slept with a man in nearly 16 years.  It is kind of neat.  Emily, do you think 
your Dr. John and Dr. Susan would get upset if you sleep with Junior tonight?"

Emily sighed, "Honestly, I don't know.  They're really nice people, very kewl 
in a lot of ways.  They've been very honest, very open with me through the 
years."  Emily giggled a little and said, "when they thought I needed some 
instruction on the 'birds and the bees', their exact words, they hired a sex 
therapist to explain 'all'.  She was really good too.  Naturally, they were 
way late.  I'd have my first period a year before and one of the nurses at 
school had helped me with that.  The therapist did explain anything I wanted 
to know.  I learned a lot from her.  She was shocked at a few of the things I 
already knew about, but she handled it well."

"Okay, then let me propose this," Louise suggested.  "I'll try and feel them 
out to see where they're coming from, as we used to say.  Maybe you'll get 
lucky?  If they're kewl, it would make our sexual antics much easier.  I don't 
think that anyone can stop you from sleeping with Junior, we just need to make 
sure not to offend them openly.  A doctor, lawyer, and accountant rolled into 
one!  I'm really looking forward to meeting him and his wife!"

"Me too!" Patty added. "I think I've thought of everything.  Bed, linens, 
drapes, fresh paint, chest, dressing table, lamps, armoire, chairs, . . . ."

"A desk and telephone!" Emily said out loud as she thought of it.

"God!  Of course!  That's what's missing!" Patty agreed.  "How could I forget 
that?"

"No, no!  You've done enough!" Emily protested.  "It's a bad idea.  It's too 
late anyhow.  You can't get a desk and telephone line now!"

"Oh yes I can!" Patty insisted.  "We've already got four telephone lines 
installed.  It would be easy for Bob to hook one up to that room's phone jack.  
We had the whole house re-wired for just this reason.  There's a master panel 
in Bob's office and it's only a matter of plugging the circuit into the proper 
feeder to the upstairs master bedroom.  I'll call Junior and tell him to buy a 
telephone.  Something business-like with a speaker and speed dial.  I bet Bill 
would love to find a simple desk and chair.  I'll call him first.  Where are 
those receipts with the stores telephone number on it.  I guess they're in 
Bob's office.  I'll ask him when he comes out."

"No, I've got a better idea," Louise said.  "Mr. Peterson gave me his card 
with a bunch of numbers on it: cell phone, fax, office, home.  Let me go get 
it.  It's upstairs on the dressing table."

Louise left to get the card and Patty and Emily discussed what kind of desk to 
request.

"Something simple," Patty repeated.

"How about one of those secretary's desks," Emily suggested.  "Just a wood 
top, usually with a center drawer, and four legs.  And a matching chair with 
arms."

"Yes, that would be good.  About four, five feet long and thirty or so inches 
wide.  I hope he can match the style of the other furniture.  Do you know 
Junior's new wireless telephone number?  I want to catch him before he goes 
shopping."

Emily had it memorized already and told Patty, who dialed it from the kitchen 
phone.

"Hello?  Hi Junior, this is Patty.  Yes, everything's fine.  We thought of 
something else we need and, since you're going to that discount house, how 
about getting a nice telephone.  For Emily's guardian's room.  Something 
business-like.  Black or wood in color.  Deep red to match the drapes would be 
good too.  With a speaker option and speed dial.  Yes, like an office 
telephone for an executive.  Okay?  You will?  Oh thanks.  I appreciate it.  
Yes, I'll tell her.  Yes, yes.  No, she's here.  Okay, I'll tell her.  Right!  
Yes, see you soon too!"  Patty hung up.

"He says that he loves you, misses you, and needs you," Patty told Emily.  
"And, that he's looking forward to your after-lunch fuck!"

Emily blushed and looked away.

Patty laughed and said, "That's our Junior!  Happy, in love with you, and very 
direct!"

Louise returned with Bill Peterson's card and Patty dialed his cell telephone.

"Hello?  Hi Bill, this is Patty Wentworth.  Yes, yes!  I love it all!  We've 
discovered that we forgot one important item.  A desk for the master bedroom.  
Something simple.  Yes, nothing big with side drawers or anything like that.  
Is it called a secretary's desk?  Yes, that's right.  Oh, okay, just a 
'Secretary'.  Oh, you do?  In the same wood and style to match the other 
furniture?  How about a matching arm chair.  Comes with it?  Really?  Oh, all 
right.  Yes, I understand.  Sure.  Well, do your best.  Thank you!  Oh, that 
much?  Well, what's another thousand when I've already spent fifty?  Yes, see 
you then."

Patty hung up and said, "The good news is that there is a matching piece.  The 
question is if they've got it in their warehouse.  He said that if they don't 
have it, they'll see if they can't get it from another retailer or a 
wholesaler.  If not, he'll find something close to use as a loaner until the 
correct piece can be found.  Worst case, he'll get it shipped from the maker 
over the weekend.  He'll get it Monday and deliver it personally after they've 
made sure it's suitable."

"Hello, I see you're ready Emily," Bob said as he entered the kitchen, dressed 
in a suit, ready for the office.  "Hey!  What's with the long faces?"

"We neglected to get a desk for Dr. John," Patty explained.  "I just spoke 
with Bill Peterson and he's not sure if he can get an exact match with the new 
furniture today.  If they've don't have it in their warehouse, he'll have to 
order it for delivery next week.  In the mean time, he'll provide a loaner.

"So why the long faces?  Bill will fix it.  Now don't you worry about that.  
He'll be here soon with what he can get.  Listen darling, I've got to go.  
Good bye to you too Louise.  I'll be back before noon to greet Justine and 
James.  See you then!"  He kissed Patty and Louise, and he and Emily left.

In Bob's Jeep on the way to campus, Bob told Emily, "You look great!  You're 
smile tells me that all's well with you.  I do want to ask you this one thing, 
is there anything you want to ask me?  Any questions that I can offer advise 
on about your relationship with Junior?  I'm not going to pry; it's your 
private business.  I'm not going to judge, that's between you and your God."

"Yes, Uncle Bob, there is," Emily replied.  "Do you mind if I call you Uncle 
Bob?  I do have an Uncle and Aunt, but they're not very friendly or kind 
people.  In fact, I detest them.  I've spent a lot of time thinking on this 
issue and plan to, when I reach my majority, completely sever my life from 
theirs.  My opinion, from my studies of the financial records of my trust, is 
that they are thieves and should be put in jail.  Just between you and me, and 
please don't mention this to Dr. John or Dr. Susan, I plan to hire an attorney 
when I turn 21 and prosecute them.  I'd like to recover what they've stolen 
and put them in jail, or at least get permanent restraining orders to keep 
them off my land and out of my life forever.  So, will you be my Uncle Bob?"

"Of course, no problem at all," Bob replied.  "And I can tell you that Patty 
has no problem either if you call her Aunt Patty; Louise feels the same way 
too.  We talked about it last night and we all agreed that we've accepted you 
that way all ready."

"Good.  Thank you," Emily said appreciatively.  "That makes asking this a 
little easier." Emily paused, framing her question thoughtfully, "I know that 
you and Junior have had sex together.  Bisexuality is very new to me; I 
haven't researched it at all.  My question is, why do you do it and what do 
you feel during and after your sex acts?"

"Whoa!  That's a hell of a question, my sweet niece!" Bob laughed as he 
thought about the intimate question.  "First, I love Junior.  As a friend, a 
relative, and a man.  I don't have to tell you what a strong, wonderful guy he 
his.  When we make love, it's much more than sex.  The sex is very powerful, 
very intense, no doubt about it.  I suppose that every man or woman feels 
differently about same-sex loving, and I cannot speak as to how Junior feels 
about it, you'll have to ask him, but for me I feel a special kind of love, of 
bonding.  This might sound trite, but the sharing of intimate sexual acts of 
male bonding are very different from man/woman sex.  As Louise spoke about 
women's orgasms last night in front of the fire, men's orgasm are uniquely 
male and not easy for women to understand.  However, as a man, I can 
completely understand what another man feels when he has a climax.  I also 
understand the male viewpoint of acceptance of sex as something not always 
related to love.  If I'm horny and I get an offer from a man to perform oral 
sex on me, it's very easy for me to say yes.  As with male/female sex acts, 
it's better if you know the person and perhaps feel some love for them, but 
it's not necessary to enjoy the sexual fulfillment."

Bob paused and then continued, "In short, I have guy/guy sex because it feels 
great and I enjoy the male bonding.  During the sex act, I don't have to 
wonder if I'm performing correctly because I know what the other guy is 
feeling.  It's easier having sex with a man than a woman from that aspect.  
Also the after-sex situation is likewise simpler.  Men don't need to be 
cuddled, though we do enjoy it, but not as much as women need it.  We can zip 
up and say, 'Thanks.  Gotta go.  See ya later!' and leave with no second 
thoughts of 'Is he happy?  Was it good for him?  Will he call me later?' and 
other similar concerns that guy/gal relationships usually foster."

"Now I know that you've had limited experience with sexual relationships," Bob 
added, "but I'm sure that you've wondered if you're good enough for Junior; if 
your efforts to please him measure up to his earlier experiences?  Let me tell 
you that if you have a sexual relationship with a woman, those questions will 
never cross you're mind.  You will *know* if you've satisfied her.  You will 
*know* if you've pleased her.  You'll *know* if she'll call you later.  So the 
after effects of same-sex sex acts to *me* are physical pleasure and emotional 
affection to whatever extent that the we two had agreed upon when entering the 
relationship!"

"Yes, that makes sense.  Thanks Uncle Bob," Emily gratefully replied.  "I 
appreciate your frankness.  Oh, one more thing.  Would you get with Patty and 
Louise and talk about their plan to feel out Dr. Susan about how she'd react 
if she knew I slept with Junior?  I want to tonight, very much.  It will 
probably be our last chance before he leaves on vacation.  And, if you agree, 
you might talk to Dr. John and see what he thinks.  I don't want to offend 
them; they've been so good to me.  But last night was so magical, so 
wonderful, that I cannot sleep 20 feet from him in a separate room.  I know 
that I'll just go nuts with longing, with need.  Probably, if they don't 
accept the idea, I'll sneak in anyway!  I feel that strongly about it!"

"Okay.  That's a reasonable request," Bob answered.  "I'll see what I can do.  
I'll be very discrete, but would it bother you if I tell him that you asked me 
to do this?"

"No, but not at first.  If he asks or if you think it's necessary, then okay.  
I'll be happy to talk to him, or both of them about it, but I don't expect to 
have any private time with them.  They've sort of adopted a policy of letting 
me have my privacy.  Other than a joke or two, we haven't spoken about sex or 
relationships for years.  I just don't want to make a scene under your roof 
while they're your guests."

"I understand," Bob replied.  "Thanks for your consideration.  Okay, here's 
campus.  Where do you want off?"

"Let me off at my dorm.  I need to go to my room for a minute.  Thanks.  And 
thank you again for all you've done and everything that's planned for the rest 
of the day and tonight.  I really appreciate it!" Emily said and gave Bob a 
sexy kiss before she hopped out of his Jeep in front of her dorm.

Emily went up to her room and Bob went to his office in the Chemistry 
Building.


*****************************

At The Preston Corporation, Billy Joe was making his rounds.  He had walked 
the outside of the building complex and now was walking the inside.  He had a 
cup of coffee and stopped often to chat with the employees.  Seemingly 
aimlessly wandering, he was actually carefully checking vital points for 
safety and security issues.  He was studying in advance for his attendance at 
a week-long security/safety school he was to attend in three weeks.  He'd 
gotten the blueprints of the existing buildings and reviewed them with regards 
to possible trouble spots.  His now daily routine was this walk, checking 
locks, barriers, and special restricted access security areas.  His nose 
followed the smell of fresh coffee and he found a woman employee, Layetia, 
pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Hi Layetia!  Can I buy a cup?" Billy Joe asked in his mild mannered way.

"Sure Billy Joe!  How's it going?  I haven't seen you in a while!" she 
replied.

Billy Joe refilled his cup and answered, "Well, you know us spooks.  We sneak 
around and hide until we catch the bad guy.  Say!  You haven't seen any bad 
guys around, have you?"

Layetia laughed and replied, "No, but if I do I'll give you a call!"

"Here's my new card," Billy Joe gave her one of his cards.  "That's my cell 
phone number that will be my office until the new building is completed.  I 
wanted to put a skull and crossbones on the card with the title 'Chief Spook', 
but Sylvia vetoed it.  When I get an office, I'm going to try to get the 
internal phone number: 922!  That would be kewl, don't you think?"

"Billy Joe, you sure are full of ideas.  I think that's good one.  I heard 
that you've gotten another idea.  I heard that you're bedding the boss' 
daughter.  That true?"

"You mean my boss' boss' daughter?  Maryann?  The answer is yes, but you know 
how love is.  One minute I'm parking cars, and the next she's got me in her 
arms dancing, making me feel more like a man than I've felt since my wife 
died.  She's a Godsend.  Wonderful, alive, happy.  I took her to dinner last 
Friday night and to see every man watch her as we danced and ate dinner was 
quite a pleasure.  And the women!  I actually saw a wife slap her husband when 
he stared at Maryann too long.  It was really different from eating alone.  
Oh, I know that our age difference will probably prevent a long term 
relationship, but for now, I'm happy that I have the privilege of pleasing 
her."

"I'm happy for you too Billy Joe.  It's about time you got out and had a 
little fun.  I hope the relationship is long and happy.  If I can help, let me 
know," Layetia said.

"Well perhaps you can.  Maryann is just beginning a new job.  Retail and 
outside sales.  She'd going to need a good day planner.  I see you've got one.  
Tell me about it.  I've never had one; I probably need one too.  Is it useful?  
What should I look for when I shop?  Do you recommend a particular brand or 
style of planner?"

"Sure!  I can do that!  Here, sit down.  This will take a few minutes.  Let me 
show you mine and explain what it is and why I got this style."

They spent fifteen minutes talking and discussing the various options and the 
available brands of planners.

Billy Joe's telephone rang and he excused himself to answer it.  "Hello, Billy 
Joe here.  Yes, yes sir.  Okay James.  Right away.  Sylvia's office?  Right!  
I'll be there in four minutes.  Yes sir.  See you soon.  Thanks.  Good bye."

"Sorry Layetia.  I've got to go.  The big wigs have some problem that they 
need me to deal with.  Sylvia probably scared a little mouse and they want me 
to rescue it.  No, just kidding.  Anyhow, I've got to go.  Thanks for the 
info.  I appreciate your frankness.  I'll let you know what I decide.  See you 
later!"

Billy Joe left and went to Sylvia's office.  He knocked and went in when she 
yelled, "Enter".

What he found inside made him turn back and lock the door.  The Corporate CEO 
James, naked from the waist down, was fucking Billy Joe's boss Sylvia up the 
ass, skirt over on her back, as she bent over and ate the cunt of Kelly, the 
Corporate President, as she lay back on Sylvia's desk, skirt up around her 
waist, top loose so she could play with her tits.

"Oh Billy Joe," James said as he pulled out of Sylvia's ass, "glad you're 
here."  James moved to him and began to loosen his belt and lower his zipper.  
"Kelly had made an important discovery.  At least important to her and you.  
Kelly?"  James knelt and untied his friend's shoes, puling them off along with 
his socks and pants.

"Billy Joe?" Kelly gasped as Sylvia continued to finger and suck her juicing 
pussy.  "I've check the law about your new Suburban and found several illegal 
installations," Kelly gasped again, shivering through a cum.  "God Sylvia, 
you're good, good, good!" She moaned, mauling her own boobs to heighten her 
sexual high.  "Anyway, you can't keep the truck.  Or, what I mean, is that you 
can't *own* the vehicle.  So sweet Sylvia found a solution.  Sylvia?"

Sylvia didn't get up, she just lifted her head away from Kelly's crotch, face 
smeared with girl juice, and said, "I ain't gonna tell you anything until you 
get that cock up my butt.  When I feel it, I'll tell."  She turned back and 
returned to eating and fingering Kelly's cunt and clit!

On his knees, in front of Billy Joe, James was sucking his cock hard!  It felt 
so good, Billy Joe's knees almost buckled.  Then James backed off and applied 
lubricant.

"You won't need much.  I already got her lubed up!" James explained.  He 
finished and moved to the side, slapped Billy Joe's ass lightly, saying 'Go 
get um, tiger!"

Billy Joe happily moved behind Sylvia, lined up his swollen cock, and sank 
easily into her up to his balls.

"Oh, that's nice!" Billy Joe groaned.  "Sylvia, you've got a fine ass!"

"You betcha, white boy!" Sylvia replied with a chuckle, again looking back 
from Kelly's groin.  "That feels good.  Now fuck me nice while I tell you what 
I did.  Mmmmmm!  That's nice.  Yes, fuck my hot ass!  Ohhhh! Yessss!  Just 
like that Billy boy!  Let's see, what was I . . . . Oh yes, I remember.  I got 
the prices from the GM dealer for the vehicle, radios, rooftop rack with 
lights, the winch, and snow plow.  So we're buying it from you.  Preston 
Corporation will pay you," Sylvia gasped and panted, "Ohhhh that's good Billy 
Joe.  You fuck so nice!"  Sylvia paused, shaking a bit through a small cum, 
then continued, "pay you for the vehicle, plus attachments, and five percent 
for your time and trouble.  We rounded it off at $60,000.  Here's the check!"  
Sylvia waved an envelope and tuned back to Kelly's pussy, which she again 
licked, sucked, and kissed as she fingered her ass and vagina.

James stood close, fondling Billy Joe's ass, adding, "Just bring in the title, 
sign it over, and the check is yours.  You can buy that Jeep you wanted for a 
personal vehicle.  Maybe get in on the deal Junior's worked out.  If you're 
going to get Maryann's car painted, perhaps they'll put a racing strip or 
something on your Jeep so it will look different from Junior's.  Okay?"

While James had been talking, he'd parted Billy Joe's butt cheeks and 
lubricated his ass.  He had two fingers inside of his butt now, twisting them 
and poking at Billy Joe's prostrate.

"God James, that feels great!" Billy Joe moaned.

"It's going to get better buddy.  I'm going to poke my hot cock right up your 
ass!" James replied, then pulled out his fingers and pushed in his cock!

"God Billy Joe!  You've got a hot, tight ass!" James exclaimed.  James buried 
his cock balls deep, then began to fuck his friends ass with gusto!

Sylvia suddenly jerked her hips forward, pulling her ass off Billy Joe's cock.  
She turned around and pulled him to Kelly, who'd slid down the desk to sit on 
the edge.  She pulled Billy Joe to her for a hot kiss while Sylvia went to the 
small bathroom off her office.  Sylvia returned with a warm washcloth and 
knelt in front of Billy Joe, wiping off the lubrication and ass juices from 
his still stiff cock.

Kelly pushed his head down to her boobs, "Love my tits Billy Joe.  They need 
the touch of a man!  Yes, that's good.  Just like that!"  Kelly held Billy Joe 
bent over so Sylvia had lots of room to get her mouth and hands on his cock.

"Sweet Jesus!" Billy Joe gasped when he felt Sylvia swallow his cock into her 
throat.  "Hot tits in my mouth, hot mouth on my cock, and hot cock up my ass! 
I think I'm in heaven!"

"Good boy!" Kelly giggled.  "You figured it out!  Now suck up my nipples while 
you get fucked and sucked.  This little celebration is for you!  An extra 
bonus for getting the truck all fixed up.  By the way, the illegalities with 
the truck are the special radios with police frequencies and the local 
government purchase price of the vehicle.  However they are legal if Preston 
Corporation owns it.  You can drive it, but not for personal use.  We've got a 
special log for you to use whenever there is an expense related to the truck.  
Instructions from our CPA are included.  I read them and understood them, so 
you'll have no trouble.  Oh, yes.  Finger my pussy too Billy Joe.  That's 
nice, really nice.  I think you're going to make me cum.  You too Billy Joe.  
Cum!  Give that slut Sylvia all your juices.  We drew cards and she won.  We 
all wanted to suck you, but that bitch won!  Then James cut an ace and wanted 
your ass.  Shit, I was going to use a strap-on, but James won your ass.  So I 
got this!  Yes, oh yes!  I'm gonna fucking cum!  I'M CUMMING!" Kelly told 
everyone.

Sylvia did something with her fingers on his balls and Billy Joe started to 
cum too.  As his jets of man juice spattered Sylvia's throat and tongue, James 
pushed in through Billy Joe's pulsing ass muscles, jetting his hot cum inside 
his rectum.

"YES!" James hollered, "I'm cumming too!  God Billy Joe, your ass is alive!"

Billy Joe, mouth full of Kelly's breast, could only moan as his ass grabbed at 
James' cock while he spurt his cum wildly in Sylvia's mouth!

Within two minutes, it was all over.  James held Billy Joe upright and they 
shared a kiss.  Sylvia stood, turned to Kelly, and spit Billy Joe's cum all 
over her tits, which is what Kelly had been waiting for.  Kelly used both 
hands to happily smear the white sperm all over her boobs.  James and Billy 
Joe sat back recovering from their cums on Sylvia's office couch, watching 
Sylvia lick the cum off Kelly's tits and then sharing it with her in kisses.


***************************

"Captain?"

"Yes Dr. John," the pilot replied over the Gulfstream V's intercom.

"What's our status?"

"We're cruising at 35,000 feet, on our projected flight plan.  We're now over 
Utah and, with these favorable winds, will arrive nearly 45 minutes early."

"That's not good Captain.  Please adjust so that we arrive on our ETA of 4:15 
local.  We're being met by my ward and being early could be awkward.  Sorry 
Captain, but I do not want to do anything to mar this joyous event.  Thank you 
again for your always excellent piloting!  Please ask the crew to stay 
forward.  Suze and I do not want to be disturbed."

"Yes sir.  Roger that and thank you," the Captain replied.

Dr. John put down his intercom handset and settled back again to watch the 
movie.  This one was titled 'Pink Rose Petals'.  It was a pre-release of a new 
XXX film about Rose, an unhappy suburban wife whose overworking jerk lawyer 
husband, when not failing to satisfy her needs sexually, ignored her!  The 
first part of the movie, showing Rose's husband's ten fuck strokes and a 
spurt, had progressed to the beauty shop, where Rose spent more time each week 
than in her foolish husband's arms.

Rose was getting a facial, requiring her to lay back with a hot towel, wet 
with 'magic formula' lotions, over her face for twenty minutes.  As she lay 
there, still angry about her stupid husband, a manicurist sat with the woman 
in the chair next to her, who was getting a similar facial.  As Pat did 
Linda's nails, they talked in hushed voices about Linda's visit to a cafe near 
the country club for afternoon tea.  From what Rose could hear, Pat had 
recommended it to Linda during her last manicure.

"So, how long did you have to wait?"

"After I ordered and was served the House Special Pink Tea, about two minutes, 
though I was so nervous it seemed like hours!" Linda giggled.

"Good looking?" Pat queried.

"Oh yes.  Beautiful blond hair.  Nice body.  Young too!"

"See, I told you it was easy!  What happened?"

"Just like you said, after we introduced ourselves, the conversation drifted 
until we got to art.  I said I had an original Dali at my house, like you 
said, the code word for first timers.  I was so hot, so wet, I didn't even get 
to finish my first cup of tea before we left.  At my house we didn't make it 
to the bedroom for two hours!  I've never cum so much, ever!  God it was 
fantastic!"

"See Linda," Pat chided her, "I told you women loving was good!  And so easy 
to get!  Most of these suburban bitches are hot, horny, and deprived by their 
dumb husbands.  The Afternoon Cafe is the perfect spot to meet sexy women 
who've found what's missing from their lives.  Excellent orgasms!"

Rose was stunned!  A Lesbian pick-up bar!  No, not a bar, nor Lesbian.  A 
women's cafe where bisexual women pick-up other women.

Naturally, Rose had to go.  She went to the tea shop, got herself picked-up 
and was now getting stripped in her own living room by a beautiful mid-
twenties woman with a full body and gorgeous blond hair.

Dr. John, stroking his cock, with an anal probe up his ass, looked over at his 
similarly nude wife, next to him in her lounge chair.  She was reclined as he 
was, only her knees were at a higher elevation, opening up her vaginal and 
anal areas for her pleasure.  She had an anal probe in one hand and a eight 
inch lifelike dildo in the other.  She was pumping them in and out of her two 
bottom holes, letting her cum and girl juices flow onto a soft thick towel 
she'd placed under her ass for just that purpose.

"How's the movie Suze?" he asked his wife.

"It's a good story and it's finally getting steamy.  I love lipstick lesbian 
seduction scenes.  God, look at those tits on that slut!  This is a well done 
movie.  I hate it when they just kiss and then their clothes magically 
disappear.  I really get turned on when there's a slow strip like this.  Oh!  
Look at that bitch palm her bra covered tits.  God!  I'd do just the same 
thing!"

Dr. Susan was pumping her ass and pussy vigorously now, really getting in to 
it.

"Would you like to do that to Emily," Dr. John asked quietly.

"Are you fucking kidding?  You know it's one of my hottest dreams.  Oh FUCK, 
that image is MAKING ME CUM!" she gasped, shuddered through a healthy cum.

They watched quietly as Rose was stripped to her panties and bra, then the 
other woman, named Cherry (??), undressed sexily to the same state.  The two 
women teased, caressed, and kissed each other, enjoying the sexual pleasure of 
it all.

"Do you think that Emily might have finally gotten fucked?" Suze asked.

"It seems likely.  I got a confidential report that indicated that both the 
Wentworth's and the Preston's are all into bisexual swinging, though only in 
their STD safe groups.  I'm pretty sure that Kelly and Bill Taylor are in it 
too.  Now there's a woman I'd like to fuck!  She's in her thirties now and I 
bet she's a fantastic fuck.  Those sexy looks she gave me when she was 
eighteen were honest come-ons.  I should have fucked her right then!"

"Yeah, and be a proud papa by now!" Suze giggled and then gazed back to the 
big-screen movie.

Their corporate jet was set up in what they called 'The Lounge'.  Besides the 
two over-size recliners Dr. John and Dr. Susan were in, there was another pair 
behind them, empty and unused on this trip.  Across from them against the 
other windows, were two beds, mainly for fucking.  In front of them, behind 
the big screen, was a complete bar.  Across from the bar was Dr. John's desk 
with telephones, so he could do business from the air.  At the rear of the 
plane was their full bathroom and clothes closets.

The corporate plane could also be set up in 'Executive' configuration, with 
ten reclining first-class type seats, each with a telephone, and a couch, a 
small bar, and Dr. John's desk.  A third set up was called 'Cattle Car'.  
Everything would be stripped out and replaced with 19 airline seats, a small 
restroom, and a service area for food and beverage.

"God!  Look at that bi-girl go to town on her first timer!" Dr. Susan gushed.

Cherry was using all her moves on Rose now.  They were in the bedroom, on the 
bed, fucking up a storm.  Rose had reluctantly produced her dildo and Cherry 
was pumping in and out of her pussy while she ate her ass.  Rose was delirious 
with pleasure, cumming again and again, begging for more.  When Cherry pushed 
the dildo into her ass, something Rose's virgin ass had never felt, she 
screamed her joy.  Unlike cheap porn flicks with fake sound tracks and hokey 
music, the two women were actually speaking, crying out their joy and talking 
dirty to each other.

"You are a nasty slut, aren't you Rose!"

"Yes, yes!  And I love it!  Oh, God!  I'm gonna cum again!" Rose cried.

"I wish I had another cock to fuck your hot cunt, just like your ass," Cherry 
teased.  "I'd chew on your clit and make you cum just like a street whore!"

"OH GOD!  FUCK ME!  I"M CUMMING!  I'M CUMMING!" Rose yelled.

And also unlike the average fuck film, this one actually showed Rose's juices 
leaking out of her pussy and Cherry happily licking them up.

After Rose's recovery from her exhausting orgasms, Cherry challenged her, 
"It's your turn to fuck me!  Just do what comes natural to you.  What you 
liked, I'll like too.  Let's start off kissing, then do my boobs, and then get 
to my pussy.  You're really a horny bitch and I've gotten really hot working 
you over.  So don't waste much time with foreplay.  I'm hotter than a pistol!"

So Rose learned her first lessons in girl loving from Cherry that afternoon in 
her own marriage bed.  She loved Cherry's tits to her exasperation and finally 
got shoved by Cherry down into her crotch, "Eat me you teasing cunt.  Eat me!"

The two hour movie was only half finished, Dr. John observed by the bulkhead 
clock.  Lots of time to finish the movie and get dressed for their arrival and 
reception.

After Rose learned to satisfy Cherry, they sat cross legged on the bed, 
sipping cokes, talking about The Afternoon Cafe.  Cherry explained the various 
code words.  It all had to do with the first letter of the artist's name.  D 
in Dali was for class D- a wanna-be girl lover.  C was a newbie girl lover, B 
was experienced and included group girl/girl sex, and A was very experienced 
*and* looking for three-way or group sex that included men.

"Of course, it starts with the tea pot," Cherry explained.

"Oh, I thought it was the pink tea!"

"Well, yes.  It does for wanna-be class D situations, but did you notice that 
the tea pot was pink?  That's the main signal.  You can order whatever kind of 
tea you want and ask for a pink teapot.  So all you have to do is go in, look 
around for pink teapots, and determine if the woman or women are still looking 
for a partner or if they're all ready joined up, ready to leave but just 
finishing their tea.  I went in once, had some pink tea, and was approached by 
an older woman.  She was very stunning and, though I was actually waiting for 
another girl, couldn't deny my lust for her.  I nursed my tea, pissing her off 
a little, until my friend showed up and joined us.  Then it became clear to 
the older women what was going on.  We three hit it off well and the older 
woman invited us to her estate.  We had fabulous sex all day and night.  Her 
husband was off on some business trip and she'd sent all her help away except 
her sixteen year old chambermaid and a black twenty-something house maid.  The 
five of us had a fantastic time.  The lady had all sorts of sex toys and we 
fucked everywhere in the house, the pool, the gardens, and on the patio under 
the stars.  That was a night to remember, I'll tell you!"

"Okay, let me see if I've gotten it straight.  I'm now a C, a newbe.  So I 
need an artist who's name starts with C.  Right?"

"Any kind of artist will do.  Author, painter, dancer, singer."

"Oh, I see.  Then I could invite someone over to hear my Cher music 
collection!"

"Yes, that's good!" Cherry replied.  "There's one more thing, visits to a 
partner's house unannounced or unplanned is a no-no.  You meet women at the 
cafe.  Suppose I get an infatuation for you, you wouldn't want me to be 
showing up some evening, perhaps when you're husband's home, or popping over 
in mid-afternoon when you've just returned with another woman.  This is an 
important safeguard.  I know where you live, but don't ever expect to see or 
hear from me unless we meet and plan on it.  If I break that privacy rule, you 
are expected to tell the waitress at the cafe.  They will deal with me.  I'm a 
B and well known there.  If I start going off the deep end for some woman and 
she doesn't accept it, I'm to back off or be banned from the cafe.  Also, if 
you pick up a wanna-be, always go to their home or some place neutral.  That 
way it'll be safe for you.  You're very beautiful and a good lover; women will 
want you.  Be very careful with repeats.  Unless they're cool, your life could 
be ruined."

They talked some more and loved some more.  Cherry left before Rose's husband 
returned in the Evening.  The next fifteen minutes of the movie showed Rose in 
the cafe picking up women, going to their homes, and fucking them.  All sorts 
of women.  Even an older woman who took her to her huge home, though there 
were no maids that joined in.

Rose quickly moved up to become a B class tea drinker.  Balzac, Bacchus, 
Barbara Bush, Sarah Brightman, Ann Bronte, Lucille Ball, and, Rose's favorite, 
Bambi.  Not the little deer, but Bambi the porno queen of the '70s.  Rose 
wallowed in girl/girl sex.  Sometimes in groups of ten or more, she acted like 
a depraved slut.  One ten minute scene was Rose all alone, giving a clinic on 
solo sex with toys to a crowd of women while they chanted her nickname, Bambi!  
Bambi!  Bambi!

Rose, a.k.a. Bambi, was soon recruited into A class.  Her code word was Anal 
Annie, the porn star.  There was a scene of Rose getting ass fucked by a black 
stud, while a woman ate her pussy while she was getting fucked and Rose ate 
another wantonly spread woman as she sucked a fat, black cock.  That scene was 
when Dr. John finally got his cum!

"Suze!  Suze!  I'm cumming!" he called to his wife.

She pushed a button and both their recliners moved rapidly to a level 
position, even with each other.

"Come on honey, give me all that sugar!"

Dr. John rolled over and stuck his cock where his wife had pulled out the 
dildo.

"Ohhhh!  You've got a big one, don't you!" Dr. Susan gushed.

"Yes.  Don't forget to play with my anal probe!" he asked his wife.

"Don't worry honey.  Just think about sticking your hot, hard cock in sweet 
Emily's juicy hot cunt while you play with those fabulous tits!  You've been 
wanting that cunt and those tits for years.  Close your eyes and imagine.  I'm 
your Emily!" Dr. Susan snapped her hips up and jerked on the anal probe, 
sending joy to Dr. John's prostrate, making him spurt hard, again and again.  
"Fuck me Daddy John!  Fuck me!  Give me your cum Daddy John!  Yes!  Yes!  Fill 
me up!  Yes!  More, more!  So hot!  So good!  Hmmmmmm!  Daddy John!  Oh 
Ddddaaaaaa-ddddddiiiiiieeee!"

When he had spurted everything he had, he collapsed on top of his wife, 
totally spent.  She enjoyed his firm, slim body for a few minutes, then rolled 
him off of her.  She pulled up a sheet, covered him and herself, and watched 
the movie run out.

The movie had a surprise ending.  Rose discovered her husband at the A class 
party.  The 'stupid jerk' was fucking a blonde bombshell while her husband was 
screwing him in the ass!  It turned out that his gay tendencies were shameful 
to him and he couldn't confess them to Rose, his 'straight' wife.  Now that 
she'd discovered the joy of bisexuality, they found a mutual passionate 
sexuality that satisfied them both.  The movie had a happy ending as they 
became husband and wife again, enjoying together the large local bisexual 
group, swapping partners throughout their community.

Dr. Susan rewound the movie with her remote and called the pilot on the 
intercom.  "Captain, we're going to nap now.  Can you have Carolyn buzz us and 
bring coffee in 45 minutes please?  Good.  Thank you Captain, as always, for 
your excellent service.  Yes, you're welcome."


*******************************

Junior was driving the big blue Cadillac stretch DeVille back from his 
shopping trip.  He was thinking about his thank you speech that he'd have to 
make after Dr. Watson of his Honor's formally presented his invitation to the 
Honor's College.  He didn't know much about her, but did know that she was a 
poet.  As he got to campus, he decided to use his 'Special Guest' parking 
privileges to park at the Student Bookstore and see if he could buy one of her 
books.  He wheeled up to the University Center and stopped in a 
loading/unloading zone.  He put on the emergency flashers, locked up the car, 
and went in.  He found several volumes of Dr. Watson's poetry.  He thumbed 
through them and decided to buy a copy of each of them.  Outside again, he 
found the big Caddy still parked where he'd left it, no tow truck or campus 
cop in sight!

Happy that the Caddy was still where he left it, Junior got in his mini-limo, 
started it up, and sat for a minute thinking.  'If I'm going to meet all these 
people at the reception, I'm going to need to know at least the basics about 
each one.  Where better than from the 'Very Efficient' secretary to the 
President of the University.  If she was so smart to understand the parking 
needs of 'Special Guests', then she probably has short biographies of the 
various University folks that would be at the reception.'  Smiling at his 
brilliant solution to a perplexing problem, Junior drove to the President's 
Office.  Trusting the 'Special Guest' magic of the Caddy, Junior parked in 
front and went in to meet the 'super efficient' secretary to Dr. James.

"Hi.  I'm Junior Preston, the driver of Dr. James' Special Guests Dr. John and 
his wife, Dr. Susan!" he said, addressing a good looking late-twenties woman 
who could have been an actress or a former super model.  "Can I speak to the 
secretary to Dr. James, please?"

"For what purpose?" she asked crisply, through bright white teeth, bordered by 
the most fashionable deep red lip gloss.

"I seek information on the University Faculty and Administrators that will be 
in attendance at the reception this afternoon, so as to assist the guests to 
be more knowledgeable of their biographies.  I have here," Junior pulled out 
the parking document, "The Official Letter of Authorization to assist me in 
the parking of the limousine on campus.  I was told that the President's 
secretary, being very efficient and extremely savvy, had the Letter prepared 
for situations exactly like today's reception.  I am in awe of this woman and, 
since I need the biographical information, I'd hoped that I could meet her and 
get her help in obtaining it."

"I see," the redhead super model said as she stood and went to a file cabinet, 
looking for something.  Junior was a little miffed that he hadn't yet gotten 
past this doorkeeper, but the view was worth the wait.  This babe's ass and 
legs were just as fine as her chest, face, and hair.  Junior watched her butt 
twitch under her mid-thigh lime green skirt as she moved.  'Nice ass,' Junior 
thought.  'And those legs go all the way up to heaven!'

The super model returned to her desk with a file, sat, and opened it.  She 
read for thirty seconds, closed the file, and touched a button on her desk 
telephone unit.

"Yes Miss April?"

"Lillian, would you get me the PP&B's for number two zero six zero zero seven.  
Complete.  Thank you."

Miss April looked up at Junior and asked, "You said that your name is Junior 
Preston.  Is that a nickname for James Wentworth Preston, Jr.?"

"Yes ma'am," Junior replied, wondering where this was going.

"You are the driver of that big blue Cadillac?" she waved a hand at the 
window, through which the mini-limo could be seen, parked at the curb of the 
circular drive.

"Yes ma'am," Junior replied again.

"Let me see that Letter of Authorization that you showed me."

Junior produced the letter and the super model April opened it and looked it 
over.

"Mr. Preston, are you familiar with typist's notations?" she asked him.

"Yes, from my high school typing class.  The signatory's initials are in Caps 
first, then, following a slash, the typist's initials in lower case."

"Yes Mr. Preston, that's exactly correct.  Did you observe the notation on 
this Letter of Authorization?"

"No, I'm afraid not," Junior replied, still unsure about this woman's 
questions.

"Come here and look.  See here!  The KLJ in caps is for Kenneth Lawrence 
James.  That's Dr. James, the President.  He's the signatory.  Right?"

"Yes, I see that now," Junior said, getting lusty looking over the super 
model's shoulder at the document, smelling her sexy hair and body wash, and 
looking down her blouse at her exposed cleavage.

"And here, these are the typist's initials, alf, for April Lois Fenton.  
That's me!"

"Oh!  Excuse me Miss Fenton.  I didn't realize that you were the 
extraordinarily savvy and efficient woman I'd come to see.  I apologize for my 
ignorance.  I hope I've not offended you.  I stupidly assumed that Dr. James, 
like most busy executives, would be surrounded by layers of protective 
secretaries, receptionists, and greeters.  Again, you've proven to be as 
extraordinary as I'd been told.  You are a refreshing breath of reason, not 
unlike that of summer lilacs perfuming the evening air."

"My, my, my!  You most definitely live up to your reputation as a glib, well 
mannered, brilliant young man.  It would have to be someone like you to set 
off this explosion of hospitality, goodwill, and pure excitement.  I haven't 
seen Dr. James so happy, so pleased, and so excited by anything in a long 
time.  For that alone I thank you.  When the President is happy, things go so 
much better around here.  It's also when he gets his best ideas, his best 
concepts of future plans and projects.  For that too, I thank you.  And also 
for his wife I thank you.  She's been worried that things were getting stale 
for her husband, getting too mundane.  Now, well, you'll see her at the 
reception.  New gown, new hairdo, new big smile.  It's a remarkable thing, 
this reception.  From out of nowhere comes Dr. John and his wife, all because 
of the simple request of a second year Chemistry summer lab assistant.  
Junior, may I call you Junior?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Junior, you're a Godsend!  All of us here and across the campus are in your 
debt.  If you need any door to open, just ask.  If you don't know who to ask, 
come see me.  We'll figure it out and make it happen.  Okay?  I'm not just 
talking about this week or this month, I mean while you're here in school.  Am 
I making myself clear?"

"Yes.  Yes Miss April, if you don't mind me calling you Miss April?"

"No, no.  I don't mind at all.  It's far better than Miss Fenton or ma'am."

"I understand Miss April and thank you for being so frank.  You too are a very 
special person.  If I can ever do anything to help you, please ask.  I'll do 
what ever I can to help you, Dr. James, or the University.  Here, take one of 
my cards.  I just had them made up.  It has my personal number on it."

Junior pulled out his wireless telephone and showed it to April.

"Here you go Miss April," Lillian came in with a set of binders marked A-I, J-
Q, and R-Z.  Following her were two other girls, summer hire students, each 
with a sizable stack of packets.

"Good.  Set them on my desk.  Thank you Lillian for your typical efficient 
work, and thank you too girls."

After the three women left, April explained, "The binders are an alphabetical 
set of the biographies of the University Faculty and Staff.  If you need to 
know about someone who's not in there, please let me know.  I'll get one made.  
If it's important to you, then we should have it on file.  The two stacks of 
paper folders are press packets for all the major faculty and staff.  Some are 
quite sizable, like Dr. Collins' has information on the entire College of 
Natural Sciences and the Chemistry Department, while Dr. Robert Wentworth's 
has only his personal information, academic credentials and achievements, and 
the information about his Faculty Committee for the Curriculum for the Twenty 
First Century.  Others, like Dr. Patty Wentworth, a temporary faculty member, 
has no press packet at all.  Again, if you think we need to make any up, 
please let me know.  I value your input."

"God!  I didn't expect this.  I expected only a few sheets of paper."

"Yes, I have that here for you too," April handed him a file.  "Just the folks 
who'll be at the reception.  At first I planned on giving you only this, but 
on second thought, knowing who you were, I decided that you needed it all.  
I'll of course send you updates as they are made up, along with deletions of 
folks who've left the University."

"Miss April, this is fantastic!  I don't know what to say, besides thank you 
very much!"

"That'll work, buddy!" April snickered.  "Come on, I'll help you carry this 
stuff to your car, er. . . . vehicle."

April picked up the three binders and Junior got a stack of press packets 
under each arm.  She held her door open for him and they went out into the 
hall then out the front door toward the big car.

"It's beautiful Junior.  What kind of car is it?"

"It's a 2000 Cadillac DeVille that's been stretched a little."

Junior unlocked the front passenger door and they piled the binders and press 
packets on the floor.

"What do you mean 'stretched'? April asked.

"They've cut the car here in the middle," Junior made a cutting motion with 
his hand right behind the front seats, "adding a foot or two.  Let me show you 
the rear seat area."

Junior unlocked the doors and opened the rear passenger side door for April.

"Go on.  Get in and check it out.  Move over and I'll explain."

April got in and slid over on the big seat, doing wonderful things to her 
skirt.  Junior stared at her legs, gulped, and got in with her, leaving the 
door open for ventilation and appearances.

"If the car was running, this would be all air conditioned.  Those are called 
jump seats, but are actually hide-away comfortable seats.  The bar is in the 
middle, all stocked for the 'Special Guests'.  Up here is the sun roof and 
that is a Television.  It gets regular TV and there's a VCR hooked up too.  
That divider has a glass in it that goes up to seal off the back area from the 
front seats.  This is the intercom with the driver.  Over there is a radio, 
tape player, and a CD player.  Pretty neat, huh?"

"It is Junior," April replied.  "Really neat.  I like it!  Thanks for the 
look-see.  I'd better get back to my duties."  April slid over next to Junior, 
eyed him speculatively, then Junior got out, offered a hand to April, who took 
it to help her get out.

"Thanks for all the information April.  I appreciate it."

"No problem Junior.  Compared to the kind of folks we usually give that stuff 
to, I'm sure it'll be much more of use to you.  Now, don't be a stranger, 
hear?"

"Yes April.  I'll come visit from time to time.  Thanks again!" Junior said as 
he watched her ass twitch under the thin lime green skirt.

Back in the driver's seat of the stretch Cadillac DeVille, Junior got the 
mini-limo running and turned up the air conditioning.  It was hot in the car, 
or maybe it was him after getting several nice eyefuls of April's chest and 
legs.  Junior shook his head clear and reminded himself of his lady love 
Emily, whom he had to pick up in, he looked at his watch, *ten* minutes!

Quickly putting the car in gear, Junior drove to the Chemistry building.  He 
locked up the mini-limo and went up to his office.  He checked his E-mail and 
V-mail, finding nothing important.  He called Doctor's Wentworth's office and 
spoke to him about the list of special liquors that Dr. James had ordered for 
Dr. John.  After Junior read him the short list, Junior again smelled the 
presence of his lady love.  He turned in his swivel chair and Emily sat on his 
lap, put her arms around him, and started to kiss on his face and neck.

"Sir, I gotta go.  A luscious super student has perched on my lap and I think 
she's demanding my attention.  See you up at the house!"


End Chapter 56

********************** My Dear Readers ******************************* 
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality.  Do not 
engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the 21st      
century will rot your mind, rape your soul, and kill your body.        
************** Thank You For Reading My Story ************************

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston 
Copyright 2001 





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