index


Message-ID: <36152asstr$1019081405@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "Ann Douglas" <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"When Barry Met Sally" MF (1/1)
Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2002 18:10:05 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

	When Barry Met Sally
	by Ann Douglas

	"Oh God, oh God,"  the twenty-two year old cried
loudly as she flung her naked body down once more, impaling
herself on the hard cock of the equally naked twenty-five
year old man underneath her.

	Sweat ran down her small heaving breasts.  She flung
her head back, sending long brunette hair in every direction
as she approached the edge of orgasm.  The equally dark
haired young man beneath her neared the same pinnacle with
equal ferocity, grabbing her waist tightly and thrusting his
cock deep inside of her.  His breaths were no less labored,
his skin no less damp.  They had been fucking like rabbits, to
use one of the girl's favorite expressions, for the last half
hour.

	"Fuck!"  she yelled in an even louder voice.  "Fucking
yes!  Fuck me, give me that big beautiful cock!  Shove it in
me!"

	The sound of her voice at that level, they both knew,
made it a certainty that they would undoubtedly hear
another complaint from Mrs. Merriman, the seventy-five
year old woman who's bedroom was on the other side of the
wall.  Hardly a week went by that the woman didn't complain
about the noise of their lovemaking, or the young woman's
propensity to scream during it.  Curiously, they had yet to
ever get a complaint from Mr. Merriman.

	"Oh, baby, I'm ... going ... to ... come,"  the young man
said, his words punctuated by attempts to catch his breath.

	"Not yet!"  the girl yelled back, throwing herself
against him one more time.  "Just another minute...."

	"I can't,"  he panted,  "I can..."

	His words never finished as he felt his cock explode
within her.  An eruption that didn't even give her pause as
she put everything she had into one final burst of energy and
followed him into a paroxysm of passion.

	Their bodies shook with erotic energy as they
thrashed back and forth, lost in the blind fury of their
climax.  Neither was aware that the other was even there
until the last of their bodyquakes subsided and they
collapsed into a hot, sweaty heap upon each other.

	"Oh, Sally,"  Barry said almost too low to be heard as
he closed in eyes in exhaustion.

	Her eyes closed, the young woman was tired to the
point that she felt she didn't even have the strength to
answer.  At least not yet.

	Barry had met Sally at a singles mixer at the
community center two years before and had immediately
fallen in love with her.  Something that wasn't an unusual
occurrence for the then twenty-year old.  Young men had
been falling for her almost since she had turned thirteen.
What was an extraordinary development, at least from
Barry's perspective, was that almost from the same
moment, Sally seemed to feel the same way about him.

	Barry Adams stood five seven and weighed a hundred
and fifty pounds.  He had short brown hair and a face that
some women considered handsome, but that he had always
thought of as just average.  Prior to meeting Sally, he'd had
five relationships in his life, only two of which could ever
have been considered serious.

	Sally Liebowitz was an inch shorter, forty pounds
lighter and three years younger.  A long haired brunette
with a slim figure and medium sized breasts, she had
astonished the then assistant office manager when not only
did she accept his invitation to dance at the mixer, but
agreed to have dinner with him the following week.

	Several dates followed that and by the end of the
month they were sharing a bed as well.  Neither Barry or
Sally had been a virgin the first night they slept together,
but when faced with his new girlfriend's seemingly unlimited
sexual energy, Barry felt almost intimidated.

	They had moved in together a year later, much to the
envy and in some cases, disbelief of some of his friends.
Deep in his heart, Barry sometimes had difficulty believing
it too.

	In the weeks and months that followed, Barry found
that their first night together had been only the tip of the
iceberg.  It became apparent that Sally was a sexual
adventurer, constantly looking for new and exciting thrills.
Thrills that she wanted Barry to share.

	It took a little getting used to.  Barry was hardly in
the habit of having his girlfriend go down on him in public
places as Sally liked to do.  Or even, on a few occasions,
fucking him in public as well.  Still, despite what he had to
admit was a strange relationship at times, he couldn't argue
that life with Sally was certainly a lot of fun.

	And it wasn't just his sex life that Sally made a big
improvement in.  With her help, he had moved up from one of
four assistant office managers to the office manager when
the current department head retired.  He wasn't sure how
she did it, but somehow Sally convinced old Mr. Johnson that
Barry was the best choice, despite two of the other
assistants being his senior.

	It was a promotion that caused some resentment at
the office, but Barry worked twice as hard as before to
prove he was the best man for the job.  "If the others
didn't like it," Sally constantly told him, "Screw them, they
can go work somewhere else."

	Yes, the woman lying naked against his shoulder
certainly had turned his life totally around.

			-=-=-=-

	"Did you enjoy yourself lover?"  Sally asked as she
pressed up against Barry some time later, her hand stroking
his still spent manhood.

	"You have to ask?"  Barry said as he looked down and
grinned as his male pride failed to respond to her touch.  "I
think we can be certain that we'll be hearing from Mrs.
Merriman again."

	It had become a running joke between the two lovers
that a complaint from their neighbor was the best indication
of how good a lovemaking session had been.

	"Fuck, Mrs. Merriman,"  Sally laughed.  "Not literally
of course, I wouldn't let her get within ten feet of this
wonderful cock.  Still, maybe someone should give the old
lady a thrill.  She probably hasn't been laid since my mother
was in diapers."

	Both of them laughed at the joke.

	"So it's safe to say that you're in a pretty good mood
right now,"  Sally continued as she abandoned her attempts
at resuscitation.

	"I'd say yes,"  Barry replied, wondering where this
was going.

	"Great!"  Sally said excitedly as she exhibited a burst
of new energy and jumped off the bed, running to the nearby
dresser and taking a long white envelope from the top
drawer.  "I have a surprise for you."

	Whenever Sally said that, Barry was never sure if he
should feel excited or worried.  The brunette gave no inkling
of which as she smiled and with a running start, jumped back
onto the bed.  She landed hard enough to cause the heavy
headboard to crash against the wall once more.

	"Guess what I got?"  she said as she lay across the
bed and held up the envelope.

	"I'm almost afraid to,"  Barry replied, looking down at
her ass sticking up in the air and feeling the first stirrings
of renewed life between his legs,  "but I'm sure you're going
to tell me."

	"I got a response to our ad,"  Sally said excitedly as
she opened the envelope and pulled out the three sheets of
paper that had been inside it.

	"Our ad?"  Barry repeated.

	"Okay, my ad,"  Sally corrected herself.

	Barry watched as Sally unfolded the pages and handed
them to him.  A glance showed them to be a hard copy of an
email and two printer generated photographs.  Sally watched
silently as her lover read the letter and looked at the
pictures.

	"You can't be serious about this one?"  he said as he
looked at the photos.

	"I most certainly am," Sally replied in a hard tone.

	Realizing that she was indeed quite serious, Barry
took another look at the images in his hand and read the
letter again.  As he did, his thoughts drifted back to a night
fourteen months before.

			-=-=-=-

	Sally and Barry were having dinner at a nice
restaurant to celebrate their one-year anniversary.  Barry
had been in a really great mood that night as well, most of it
due to the unexpected suggestion Sally had made the night
before.  Seeing that things were going so well between the
two of them, she had said, maybe they should give some real
serious thought to maybe moving in together.  It wasn't
marriage, a subject he would rather have discussed, but it a
pretty positive step in that direction.

	Over dinner, Barry told Sally that he had indeed given
it serious thought and he felt it was a great idea.  Sally had
been overjoyed, a feeling her lover shared, at least until the
woman on the other side of the table dropped her second
bombshell in twenty-four hours.

	In between the main course and dessert, Sally
unexpectedly said that since they were so secure in their
relationship, maybe it was time for them to add a little more
spice to their sex life.  Considering the spices the audacious
twenty-one year old had already brought in the last twelve
months, Barry couldn't imagine what she was considering
now.  When she told him, he was utterly speechless.

	"I think we should try a three-way,"  she said, taking a
long slip of wine as soon as the last word left her lips.

	Barry had already taken a drink from his own glass
and almost spit it out in surprise.  Somehow, he managed  to
swallow it without choking.

	"A three-way?"  he repeated when he was able to
speak again.

	"Yes,"  Sally said in that same tone.  "I think it would
be a lot of fun.  That is, if you think that our relationship is
solid enough for us to share a lover."  she paused a moment,
taking another small sip and added. "After all, its just sex."

	A small incident from the previous week now made
sense to Barry, at least he thought it did.  Waiting in line
for a movie, they had run into Sally's college roommate,
Rachel Brown.  The blond was coming out after having seen
the same film.  Sally introduced the two of them to each
other and took a few minutes to catch up on things with her
former classmate.  While she did, it was all Barry could do
not to stare at Rachel's prodigious chest.  As inappropriate
as that might be, it was almost impossible not to look.  He
was, after all, a guy.

	The line began to move and the two old friends said
their good-byes, promising to have lunch later in the week.
As they did, Barry was just relieved that neither of them
had caught him checking out her assets.

	Once they were in their seats and waiting for the film
to start, Barry commented that Rachel seemed a nice girl
and that the two of them must've been good friends back in
school.

	"Rachel had a lot of friends,"  Sally had replied.  "Back
in college she chased after other girls just as much as she
did guys."

	The lights dimmed at that moment and the picture
began, cutting short any chance Barry might have had to ask
Sally if she had been one of those Rachel had caught.  Not
that he was sure he would even ask the question.  If Sally
didn't feel the need to volunteer the information, he didn't
think he was brave enough to ask.

	Now, sitting at the restaurant table, he thought he
had that answer.  Obviously, they had that promised lunch
and Rachel was the one Sally wanted to join them in bed.

	A broad grin filled Barry's face.  How lucky can a guy
get, he asked himself.  To have a girlfriend who invites
another girl into your bed and not only lets you fuck the
girlfriend, but then gets it on with her too.

	"Well if it's really something you want to do,"  Barry
said, "then I'm up for it."

	If his ladylove had chosen that moment to look under
the table that separated them, she would see that truer
words had never been said.

	"That's great!"  Sally gushed.  "I know you and Ray are
going to get along fine."  Then, leaning closer to him so that
only he could hear what she said, she whispered, "Just the
thought of having the two of you fuck me is getting me wet
already."

	Normally, the thought of Sally getting hot and horny
would make Barry hard as a rock.  This time, her words
suddenly transformed him to limp as a noodle.  All he kept
hearing was the name, Ray, over and over in his head.

	"Ray?"  he finally said out loud.

	"Yes, Ray Thompson from my office,"  Sally said.  "You
met him at the holiday party last month, tall, blond hair,
very handsome.  He's being transferred to the San Diego
branch next month and I thought this would make one hell of
a goodbye gift.  I know he'd be interested."

	"But I thought you were talking about Rachel?"  Barry
said.

	"Rachel?"  Sally replied somewhat surprised.  "Why
would you think that?  Rachel stopped seeing men right
after we graduated.  She's totally into girls now.  Didn't I
tell you that?"

	"No, you left that part out,"  Barry said.

	"That's funny, I really thought I did."

	A few heartbeats passed as the two of them just
looked at each other.

	"Look, Barry,"  Sally finally said,  "if sharing me with
Ray for a night is a little too far out there for you, then
maybe we should just forget it."

	Resisting the urge to let out a deep breath, the
twenty-four year old felt a wave of relief wash over him.

	A wave that lasted a few seconds longer until Sally
then added;  "I just thought that we had something really
special going and that you could handle a little free spirited
challenge."

	A cold fear replaced Barry's sense of relief.  What if
Sally now felt that they didn't have that something special?
Would she still want them to move in together, or worse,
reconsider being with him at all?

	"No, it's not a problem,"  Barry quickly said, figuring
damage control was the best thing he could do right now.  "I
just thought you were talking about Rachel, that's all."

	"I'm glad,"  Sally said, a smile again filling her face.
"I'd hate to think I was wrong about us."

	"Of course you weren't wrong,"  Barry said, telling
himself that after all, like Sally had said, it was just sex.

	When the night of their menage a trois finally arrived,
Barry was surprised to find that once things got started,
having Ray in bed with the two of them didn't bother him all
that much.  Sally was totally hot and all over the two of
them.  They, in turn, were all over her as well, taking turns
fucking her.  The one with his cock not buried deep in her
pussy got to rest in her equally wet and warm mouth.

	It wasn't until, in the mists of passion, Barry realized
that the mouth so expertly sucking his cock wasn't Sally's
that the whole situation turned strange again.  Having a man
give him head set him back for a few moments, but even that
faded when he realized that he didn't feel any real
difference.  In fact, Ray seemed to be better at it than
some of the women Barry had dated.

	Thankfully, Ray didn't seem to expect his host to
reciprocate, because that was something Barry really didn't
think he could handle.  Instead, Sally slid Ray's cock into her
mouth and spread her legs to let her lover go down on her as
well.  Locked in a circle on the carpeted floor, the three of
them sucked each other off until one by one, each of them
came.

	Lying in bed after Ray had gone home, Sally asked
Barry what he thought of the experience.  It wasn't unusual
for her to ask him questions after they tried something new.
Honestly, he told her that it actually had been fun and more
than a little interesting.  He also said that he didn't think
that he could ever do to a guy what Ray had done to him.

	Sally listened and then said that she understood.
Bisexuality wasn't something everyone was comfortable
with.  Of course, she added, since she wasn't going to get to
see Barry play with another man, then he shouldn't expect
to see her with a woman either.

	That caused him a certain measure of disappointment
since like many guys, the idea of seeing his girl with another
woman was a perennial fantasy.  Yet on the positive side, he
thought as he drifted off to sleep, that should be the end of
any more three-way encounters.

	A month and a half later, after they'd moved in
together, Sally made yet another startling announcement.
She had invited another couple to dinner and she told Barry
that the invitees were into swapping partners.

	Like Ray Thompson, Thelma Warren also worked for
the same company as Sally.  Barry remembered her as a tall,
very attractive black woman about his age with tightly
braided black hair that hung half way down her back.  Her
husband, Larry, he learned when they arrived, was an even
taller, powerfully built man.  He was bigger than Barry, Sally
told him later, in every way.

	After socializing over dinner and a few more drinks
afterwards, Sally walked over to Larry and gave him an open
mouth kiss as she reached down and felt between his legs.
In response, the tall man reached over and squeezed Sally's
left breast, massaging the braless nipple through her dress.
The hostess then took his hand and led him in the direction
of the bedroom, saying that Barry and Thelma could have
the living room to play in.

	Watching the bedroom door close behind the two of
them, Barry was unsure what to say to Mrs. Warren.
Turning to face her, he found that words weren't really
necessary at that point.  Thelma had taken off the black
dress she had worn to dinner and was now standing there in
black panties, a bra cut so low that her ample bust was
practically spilling out of it and a set of matching garters.

	Walking over to Barry, she slipped her tongue into his
mouth and her hands down his pants.  A smile of appreciation
filled her face as her fingers took the measure of his
manhood.  In no time at all, Barry's pants were down around
his ankles and Thelma, who had dropped down to her knees,
had traded the tongue in her mouth for his cock.

	Again later in the night, Sally questioned her
boyfriend about the experience.  Yes, he had a really good
time with Thelma, he said, stating that she had turned out
to be just as uninhibited as Sally.  It was also interesting to
be with a black woman, he admitted.  This had been the first
time he had even seen one naked, other than in a men's
magazine.

	Sally told him that was one of the reasons she had
invited them over when Thelma confided in her that she and
her husband were into swinging.  She had never been with a
black man either, and while she didn't believe the stories
about them all having monster cocks, she thought it would be
interesting as well.

	Barry didn't have to ask if interesting was all that
Sally found being with Larry to be.  Not when her cries of
"Fuck me harder" carried all the way to the living room.  It
had been another night that Mrs. Merriman wasn't going to
get a good night's sleep.  He was curious, however, as to why
Thelma told her that they were into swinging in the first
place.  It wasn't exactly the sort of thing that came up over
a coffee break.

	Actually, their discussion really didn't start out as
being about swinging, Sally explained.  The truth was that
Thelma had been trying to pick up the brunette for over a
month.  Thelma, like Rachel, was into girls.

	After Sally had explained to Thelma what she had
told Barry about not having a girl/girl scene with him, the
ebony-skinned woman had suggested that maybe they could
start off swapping partners for the night.  Maybe after he
got to know them, or at least her in the biblical sense, he
might change his mind.

	Barry thought it best not to mention that while he
was screwing Rachel, the thought of her with Sally was very
much on his mind.  The image of the two of them together
only added to the force of his climax.  But as enticing as the
mental picture was, the price of having her husband's cock
in his mouth, or god-forbid, a much more personal orifice,
was too high to even consider.

	What he did mention, was that the more he thought
about it, the more he thought it a bad idea for them to keep
getting involved with people from Sally's office.  People they
had to interact with on other levels as well.  If things were
to go bad over something that happened during one of these
sessions, it could cause some on the job problems for Sally.
And they definitely wouldn't want her nocturnal adventures
to become the stuff of office gossip.

	Sally said she could see his point and would think
about it.  Then, just as easily, she kissed him goodnight and
rolled over and went to sleep.


	As in the case of the last sex play session, the
subject didn't come up again for a number of weeks.  Sally
came home one Friday afternoon and said that she wanted to
go to a hotel out on Long Island.  The lounge in the hotel
played host to a pretty active swingers club, she'd found out
from online chat rooms and the hotel itself rented rooms by
the hour for those who cared to make use of them.

	"You don't have to come with me of course,"  Sally
said, "but I'm going either way.  Single women are always
welcome I'm told."

	Giving in to what seemed to be the inevitable, Barry
said he would go.  It took a while to make the fifty-mile trip
out to the hotel, but when they got there they found that
the information Sally had gathered wasn't wrong.  There
had to be at least forty couples of all ages in the bar.

	They hadn't even had time to order drinks when one
man his age came up to Barry with his wife in tow and tried
to strike up a conversation.  Sally abruptly cut them off and
said she was sorry but they weren't what they were looking
for.

	It would've been much more accurate if she said that
they weren't what she was looking for.  On the ride out
there, she had made it very clear to Barry that if anyone
approached him, he should refer them to her.  She was the
one who would decide if anything was going to happen, and
with who.

	Content to just hang back with the drink he had
finally gotten and let Sally do her thing, Barry was surprised
to see her pass on several rather good looking couples who
had expressed an interest.  As was the case with the
Warrens, Sally had told him that she was looking for
something new and different.  He was on his second drink
when Sally reappeared at his side with a couple in tow.
Taking a look at them, Barry had to say they certainly were
indeed different.

	The man, who Sally introduced as Clayton Hiller looked
like he juggled cars for a living rather than repaired them as
he said.  A hair under six feet, he had a shaved head topping
a body even more muscled than Larry Warren's had been.  It
was the kind of body that you got from hours a day in a gym
or a lifetime of heavy physical work.

	Bridgett Hiller, was almost a total opposite.  A half
foot shorter than her husband, she had to outweigh Barry
by a hundred pounds at least.  What the attraction was
between the two of them he couldn't imagine.

	Still he had promised Sally he would go along with
tonight's venture so he just told himself he'd make the best
of it.  After all, he'd never been with a woman as large as
Bridgett, so if nothing else it would be a new experience.

	An experience he found little to say about on the
equally long ride back home later that night.  Once more,
Barry would've had to be deaf not to know that Sally had
her usual great time.  He, on the other hand, had the most
disappointing sexual encounter of his life.

	Worse than even the night he'd lost his cherry to
Connie Mason during senior year of high school.  He'd been
so excited about winding up in bed with her, even though all
of his friends had told him that Connie was a sure thing if
there ever was one, that he'd climaxed less than fifteen
seconds after getting inside of her.

	In Connie's case, he had at least come out of it having
lost his virginity, however brief the experience had been.  In
this instance, he didn't even have that to fall back on.

	No sooner had he been left alone with Bridgett, she
slipped out of her clothes and laid out on the bed.  This time,
Sally had graciously offered him and Bridgett the use of the
sole bedroom, leaving the couch for her and Clayton.  Barry
had climbed on top of the larger woman and without any
effort or help on her part, slid his manhood inside of her.

	Her expression barely changed as he pumped in and
out of her.  In fact, she just laid there and didn't even move
or utter a word.  It was so depressing that after a few
minutes, Barry did the unthinkable and actually faked an
orgasm just to be done with it.

	Once he rolled off of her, she disappeared into the
bathroom and didn't emerge until her husband called out to
her that it was time to leave.  Just before she walked out
the bedroom door, she turned to Barry and said her first
words to him.

	"I fuck you good, yes?"

	Unable to even say that he thought that was good,
Barry simply nodded his head yes.  An action that brought a
smile to the woman before she turned and left.

	It was also on that ride home that Sally had said that
she thought she would place an ad on some of the bulletin
boards she had heard about in the chat rooms.  Totally
unhappy at the evening, the words didn't even register with
Barry as he kept his eyes on the long road back to
Manhattan.

			-=-=-=-

	Back in the here and now, Barry again looked at the
letter and photographs.  His first reaction still held true,
these people were old enough to be their parents.  Only a
few minutes before, Sally had joked about fucking Mrs.
Merriman.  With these two, they were more than half way
there.

	"Is this is the only reply you got?"  he asked, buying
himself a little more time before he had to give a serious
answer.

	"No,"  Sally replied.  "Actually I got over a dozen but
this was the one I found the most interesting."

	Interesting wasn't the word that first came to mind
when Barry looked at the images of the man and women in
his hand.  From the letter, he learned that the man's name
was Dave Carter and he was a fifty-five year old retired
Police Officer.  Six foot two with a muscular build, he had a
closely cropped white hair and an equally trimmed beard and
mustache.  For an old guy, Barry had to say he was in pretty
good shape.

	The woman with him, the letter said, was Beatrice
Carter, who was three years younger and with equally white
hair cut just above her shoulders.  Her body was what one
would expect from a woman her age, with time and gravity
having taken their toll on her five foot four form.

	Looking deep into her face, Barry guessed that she
might have been quite attractive when she was younger.  Not
to say she wasn't still pretty.  Beatrice just wasn't what he
pictured as a woman he wanted to go to bed with.  And the
encounter with Bridgett Hiller had soured him on just
fucking someone for the experience.

	"I don't know,"  he finally said, surprising Sally with
his show of reluctance.

	"Oh come on,"  Sally said, putting on her sexiest pout,
"haven't you ever been curious about what it would be like
being with someone really older?"

	"Actually, no, I haven't,"  Barry said as he put the
pictures down.

	Her pout turned into a scowl in response to her lover's
disinterest.  Especially after she had just rocked his world.
Usually, that was when he was the most compliant.

	"And before you fall back on that old you'll go alone
bit,"  he went on, "I'll tell you right now that if that's what
you want, then go right ahead."

	If Sally were to take a step back and  look at the
situation, she might consider the idea that she was pushing a
little too hard.  That it might be wiser, in the long run, to
back off and let this particular one of her adventures pass.
Unfortunately, all that occurred to her was that she didn't
like to lose and she pushed ahead on a different track.

	"I would,"  she said, responding to his suggestion in
what she considered a conciliatory tone, "but they were
quite clear that they were only interested in swapping as a
couple.  They aren't interested in a three-way with a
woman."

	"Then I guess you're out of luck this time,"  Barry
said, not feeling conciliatory himself.

	But Sally wasn't ready to give up so easily, not when
she had one last card to play.  A trump card she had held in
reserve for the day she wanted Barry to do something he
really didn't want to.

	"I'll tell you what, love,"  Sally whispered into his ear
as she pressed her breasts up against his chest,  "you do
this for me, and I promise that the next time it'll be just
you, me, and any girl you pick.  And when we're together, I'll
do all those nasty things to her that I know you fantasize
about."

	Barry didn't respond right away, but Sally knew he
was thinking about it.  And if he was at least thinking about
it, then she was already half way there.  When he picked up
the picture of Beatrice to look at again, she knew that she
had won without him saying another word.

			-=-=-=-

	The following weekend, all the arrangements had been
made and the two of them took a taxi to the Upper East
Side and the condo where the Carters lived.  Sally was
totally impressed by the building, a luxury high rise with
both a doorman and a desk attendant in the lobby.

	She was even more impressed when, after getting off
the elevator on sixteen, they found that the apartment they
were looking for occupied almost a quarter of the floor.  It
had to be at least three times their apartment downtown.

	"This is where a retired Cop lives?"  Sally asked out
loud as Barry rang the doorbell.

	If the question had been intended as anything but
rhetorical, Barry didn't have time to answer as the door
swung open a moment later.  The attendant down in the
lobby had, after checking that their names were on a list of
expected guests, called upstairs to let the Carters know
that they were on the way up.

	The first impression both of them had of the man in
the blue golf shirt and black slacks was that the photograph
Dave Carter sent them didn't do him justice at all.  The
phrase tanned, fit and handsome easily applied, as he was a
man who had indeed aged well.  Barry's second thought, as
they were invited inside, was that he hoped Beatrice's
picture had been just as unflattering.

	"Can I offer the two of you a drink?"  Dave said as he
led the two of them through the foyer and into a spacious
living room.  "I had just poured myself a scotch."

	"Scotch would be fine,"  Sally said, much to Barry's
surprise since he had never heard her order one before.  "A
short one with just a little ice."

	"Could I have a beer,"  Barry asked, drawing a cold
look from Sally for being so plebeian.

	"Sure, coming right up,"  the tall man replied as he
stepped behind a waist high bar in the corner of the room,
not seeming to find a problem with the request at all.
"Heineken okay with you?"  he asked.

	"That would be fine,"  Barry replied, shooting a look
back at Sally.

	With a well-practiced hand, Dave poured Sally a
quarter glass of scotch, dropping two ice cubes in as it filled.
 From a small refrigerator beneath the bar, he produced a
frosted green bottle, which he emptied into an equally
chilled beer mug.

	"Here you go,"  he said as he stepped back around the
bar and handed them their drinks.

	"This is a really beautiful apartment,"  Barry said
after he thanked him for the beer.

	"Well I can't take any credit for that,"  Dave said,
reaching back to the bar for his own drink, a double scotch,
neat.  "Beatrice's responsible for just about everything you
see in here, decorated every inch herself.  Speaking of
which, she should be out any minute.  She was still getting
dressed when they called from downstairs."

	It suddenly occurred to Barry that Sally hadn't said a
single word about the apartment since they stepped inside.
Normally, she was really had a passion for such things.  In
fact, except for asking for a scotch, she hadn't really even
said a word.  Since the moment she had laid eyes on the
former Police Officer, she hadn't stopped staring at him.

	She was obviously quite taken by the older man, in a
way Barry had never seen before. Even down to asking for a
scotch after he said he had just poured himself one.  It was
an attempt to impress him.  That made Barry want to laugh.
 From the way Dave's eyes kept roving up and down her body,
she hardly needed the drink to get his attention.

	"That's a lovely dress you're wearing,"  Dave said in
reference to the blue and white outfit Sally had on,  "but
not as lovely as the young lady inside it, of course."  he
added.

	"Thank you, Dave,"  Sally said, sounding as if she was
still a high school girl rather than the sophisticated image
she normally projected.

	Then mention of clothing reminded Barry that with
Dave in such casual attire, he himself felt rather
overdressed in the suit and tie that Sally had insisted he
wear.  If he'd had his way, he'd be dressed the same way
their host was.


	"I hope I haven't kept everyone waiting too long,"
another feminine voice said from across the room.

	All eyes turned in that direction as Beatrice Carter
entered the room.  Barry experienced a small disappointment
as he saw that she matched her photograph perfectly.  One
thing the e-mailed image couldn't express, however, was the
wide, infectious smile that lit up half the room.  Wearing an
open collared yellow blouse and dark blue slacks, she carried
a noticeable warmth as she came close.

	"Not at all,"  Dave said as he introduced Sally and
Barry.  "We were just having a little drink."

	"Sounds good to me,"  Beatrice said as she headed to
the bar herself, but not before going first to their guests
and giving each a quick kiss on the cheek hello.

	At the bar, the white haired woman took a beer from
the hidden cooler and popped it open on the attached opener
than had been screwed into the side of the bar.  Instead of
making use of one of the mugs as Dave had, she brought the
bottle up to her mouth and took a long drink from it.

	"Beatrice!"  Dave Carter called out in admonishment.

	"All right, I know it's unladylike,"  she shot back,
"but if I can't be unladylike in my own home then what good
is it.  Besides, I'm sure our guests here weren't offended."

	Barry signaled with a wave of his hand that was
indeed the case.  When he was home, he drank from the
bottle as well.  Beatrice's demeanor definitely wasn't what
he expected from a woman her age. At least as compared to
his mother and aunts.  Sally didn't seem to have any
impression at all, still having eyes only for Dave.

	"We made some snacks that I hope you'll like,"
Beatrice said,  "Why don't we have a seat while Dave gets
them, then we can get better acquainted."

	Dave headed for the kitchen as Beatrice guided their
guests to two sofas that sat opposite each other in the
center of the living room.  She took a place next to Barry on
one, leaving the empty spot on the other next to Sally for
Dave.

	With two platters in his hands, Dave reappeared a few
minutes later and laid them out on the table in-between the
couches.  They spent much of the next hour munching on the
snacks, having a few more drinks and becoming more
comfortable with each other. In that time, Barry had just
about every preconception he had about older people totally
shattered.

	Beatrice was telling a somewhat off-colored story
that Barry found fascinating.  With his attention totally
focused on her, he didn't notice that only a few feet away,
Dave and Sally had gone from trading tiny snacks, to trading
tongues.

	Neither he nor Beatrice even noticed when Sally
reached down, unzipped Dave's pants and slid out his cock to
play with.  By the time the story ended, and both of them
turned their attention toward the other sofa, Dave had his
arms stretched out along the back cushion and his eyes
tightly closed.  Sally was now leaning over with her head in
his lap and his cock in her mouth.

	"I guess the playtime segment of the evening has
begun," Beatrice said, her tone reflecting a small amount of
what Barry took as embarrassment.

	"What can I say?"  Dave said as he opened his eyes
and grinned.

	"You could say that there are four bedrooms in this
apartment for starters,"  she replied, her voice now
containing an anger for him having complained about her
drinking out of a beer bottle,  "and that the two of you
would like to make use of one."

	Dave just smiled apologetically.  Through it all, Sally
hadn't even paused as she ran her tongue up and down the
length of his cock.

	"Oh forget it,"  the older woman said in exasperation
as she turned back to Barry. "Why don't we leave these two
to their fun and go find some of our own." she added,
motioning for Barry to follow her to one of those bedrooms
she had mentioned.

	Rising from the couch, the dark haired, twenty-five
year old followed her across the room.  Just before he
passed through the archway to the hall that led to the
master bedroom, Barry turned to look back at Sally.  She
had moved from the couch to the floor and her hand was now
around Dave's cock, furiously pumping it in and out of her
mouth.  Her head was bobbing up and down as well, keeping
pace with the movement of her hand.  He watched her for a
few seconds, then turned again and followed Beatrice once
more.

			-=-=-=-


	Barry followed Beatrice down the hall and into the
large master bedroom.  As he stepped inside, he saw it was
decorated in a colonial style, with large heavy oak furniture,
dominated by an oversized bed in the center.  A large double
window on the far side showed a spectacular view of the
East River.

	The young man didn't have much time to take in much
more as Beatrice abruptly stopped in the center of the
room, turned around and placed her hand on his chest.
Looking right at him, her smile seemed to be even brighter
than before.

	"You really are cute,"  she said, running her hand
across his chest, playing with his tie.

	"I think you're very beautiful too,"  Barry said,
thinking something to that effect was expected.

	"Liar,"  The white haired woman laughed softly.  "I
might have been once, but I'm not one of those movie star
types who can spend all their time trying to look like they're
still twenty-something."

	As she spoke, her eyes flashed to a framed
photograph on the closest dresser.  Barry followed her gaze
and saw an 8x10 of a young and indeed quite pretty Beatrice.
Looking at it for a few seconds, then back at the older
version before him, he realized that she was indeed still very
attractive, but with a more mature beauty.  He also realized
that the longer he spent with her, the more his original
one-dimensional assessment seemed to change.

	"Beatrice, I think you're beautiful, and that's not a
lie,"  Barry said, leaning forward and kissing her softly on
her lips.

	The kiss might have begun softly, but quickly grew in
intensity as Barry felt her pressing against him.  The sweet
scent of her perfume caressed his senses, even as he felt
her tongue press against and then past his lips, exploring the
inside of his mouth.

	"Wow,"  Barry said as their lips finally parted.

	"Not bad for an old lady, huh,"  she said with a
flourish, whirling around and landing on the bed, her body
stretched out to give him a good look at her figure.

	"I don't think you're an old lady,"  he said.

	"You could've fooled me,"  she replied, "the way you
were looking at me in the living room."

	"What I mean is that you certainly don't come off as
old,"  he said, trying to correct what he know knew was a
mistake.

	"Really,"  she said, lifting her head in his direction.
"And what does an old person act like?"

	Barry opened his mouth to answer, then found himself
dumbfounded.  He didn't have an answer. The other women
he knew around Beatrice's age appeared in his mind and he
suddenly couldn't imagine what they were like outside of the
little niche he placed them in.

	Beatrice laughed again as she sat up, enjoying the
confusion on his face.

	"Don't feel bad,"  she said, "when I was your age, I
couldn't have answered that question either.  Back then, I
thought that anyone my age was just about ready for the
retirement home.  The very idea that they might have a life
or even a sex life was just something I didn't even think
about."

	Twenty years later, and Barry would have to say that
before tonight he thought the same way.

	"Now that I am one of those people,"  Beatrice
continued,  "I keep thinking that I should feel older.  Yet,
despite the changes on the outside and a little wear and tear
on the body, I still feel more or less like the twenty-five
year old I once was.  Just with more experience."

	Barry took in what she said and concluded that it
made a lot of sense.  He had never really given it a lot of
thought, but when he was Beatrice's age, did he really think
he was suddenly going to change into a totally different
person?

	"But let's leave the philosophical discussion for
another time,"  she said, rising to her feet and stepping back
over to him.  "Let's get you a little more comfortable,"  she
added as she helped him out of his tie and jacket.

	She tossed the jacket onto a nearby chair.  Then she
undid the tie and, holding an end in each hand, pulled his
mouth to hers.  The kiss was short but just as nice.
Releasing one end of the cloth, she pulled on the other and
sent it falling to the floor.

	"Oh and by the way,"  she said,  "my friends call me
Bernie.  Dave thinks that's unladylike too, but so are a lot of
the other things I do."

	If Barry had a comment, it was lost as Bernie kissed
him once more, this time even more pleasantly.  As their lips
locked, her fingers began to work the buttons of his shirt,
starting from the top and quickly working down to the
bottom.  When the last button gave way, she grabbed the
shirt and pulled it down and off him.  Her hands then gripped
the edge of his T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head.  It
landed just to the left of his dress shirt.

	"Very nice,"  she said as her hands ran across his now
exposed, lightly haired chest.  "Some women like hairy men,
I like just enough to run my fingers through."

	Leaving an erotic, almost electric tingle in their wake,
Bernie's hands slid down to Barry's waist and loosened first
his belt, then the zipper of his pants.  Holding them up with
one hand, she reached inside with the other and took hold of
his manhood.  Smiling in appreciation of its size and
hardness, she slowly massaged it with her fingers.

	"Also very nice,"  Bernie said as she felt it grow even
firmer in response to her touch.

	Still holding up his pants, the fifty-two year old
guided Barry to the bed, setting him down on the edge.  She
quickly relieved him of both those pants and his footwear,
leaving him with only the dark blue briefs he wore. Briefs
with a quite noticeable bulge in the center of them.
Reaching down, she ran a slow  hand over that prominence,
letting it rest a few moments before taking it away and
walking a few steps away from the bed.

	Bernie had only put on a pair of loafers when she got
out of the shower earlier and a quick toss of each foot sent
each of them flying to the far corner of the room.  Her hand
went to her own waist, undoing her belt and the clasp of her
slacks, sliding them down and off her legs.  All that remained
of her outerwear was her blouse, which hung down to a few
inches above her knees.

	One button at a time, starting at the bottom, Bernie
began to remove that as well.  As each button gave way, she
took a small step back toward the bed.  By the time the last
was done, she had climbed onto the bed and was straddling
Barry's lap.

	Barry reached up and parted the halves of the now
open blouse, revealing the silky green bra beneath.  To what
was now no longer any surprise to him, he had watched her
impromptu striptease with as much interest as he would one
performed by the centerfold of the month.

	Held within the cups of emerald silk were two medium
sized globes that at the moment occupied the center of
Barry's universe.  As his hands closed around them, he was
struck by two thoughts.  First, that they were slightly
bigger than Sally's, and secondly, despite their age
difference, they were just as soft.

	Bernie shifted just enough that her blouse could slide
down her arms and on to the floor.  Reaching behind her
back, she undid the metal clasp that held her mounds in
check.

	The thin material collapsed in Barry's hands, leaving a
clear view of two dark pink circles, each which was capped
by a short, wide tip.  Lowering his head, the dark haired
twenty-five year old kissed first one, then the other, his
nimble tongue tickling each as he did.

	Bernie, in the meantime, was moving her satin-covered
ass back and forth across Barry's crotch, massaging his
already straining cock.  Her hands held the back of his head,
stroking his hair softly and helping guide his mouth to her
breasts.

	Back and forth they went, Barry suckling at her
nipples and Bernie rubbing against his cock with her ass.
The press of their flesh against each other was producing a
rapidly rising heat within the both of them.

	The rocking motion grew more pronounced with each
repetition.  Suddenly, Bernie threw all of her weight into one
forward thrust and sent them flying back across the bed,
one on top of the other.

	Barry had barely time to take in the weight of Bernie
against him before that pressure lifted as the older woman
shifted position on the bed and pulled down his shorts.  As
she did, his now freed cock jumped to attention at its full
six inch height.

	The view, which Bernie looked at appreciatively, didn't
last long either.  Before the discarded briefs could join the
rest of the scattered clothing on the floor, Barry's youthful
pride vanished into the warm recesses of her mouth.

	"Ooooo"  Barry moaned as he felt the wetness
embrace him with an intensity he rarely felt from Sally.

	Bernie bobbed her head a few more times as one of
her hands closed on the base of his cock.  She let him fall
from her mouth, allowing it to stand tall once more before
now just taking the crown back between her lips.  Her
tongue washed across the tip again and again, while her hand
moved up and down its length, pumping it into her mouth.

	A feeling of rapture spread from the tip of Barry's
cock, down his shaft and across his stretched out form.  The
intensity of that rapture grew with each new heartbeat.

	Up until this point, Barry had always prided himself on
his sexual self-control.  This time, with the passing of only a
few fleeting minutes, he knew that restraint wasn't going to
be enough.  Experience overpowered youth and he felt
barrier after barrier crumble until he exploded, sending the
fury of that eruption into Bernie's mouth and down her
throat.

	Despite the wave of sudden euphoria that washed
over him, a tiny fear shot across the forefront of Barry's
consciousness like a lightning bolt.  None of his previous
lovers, Sally included, had ever let him come in their mouths.
Once, early in their relationship, he had gotten carried away
and didn't pull out in time, leaving the beginnings of an
orgasm in her mouth.  She had been so angry about it that
not only did she not let him touch her the rest of that night,
she had made him wait a month before they could again have
sex.

	Bernie didn't even give pause at the sudden explosion
in her mouth.  If anything, she seemed to relish it, going so
far as to lick his cock clean after swallowing all that he
could give.

	Still, Bed felt the need to apologize when Bernie
finally let his now drained cock fall free and sat up next to
him.  An act that totally puzzled the woman beside him.

	"What are you apologizing for?"  she asked as she ran
a hand across her hair, straightening it out.  "If I didn't
want that to happen, believe me, it wouldn't have."

	To show that she meant what she said, Bernie pressed
forward and gave him a long, sensuous kiss.  As their lips
touched and she pressed her tongue deep into his mouth,
Barry felt the slightly salty taste of his own orgasm.

	"That, was for being so delicious,"  Bernie said as they
parted once more.

	At Bernie's suggestion, both of them moved higher up
on the bed, to a position where they could both rest on the
large pillows that were propped against the headboard.  She
also suggested they take a few minutes for him to catch his
breath, an euphemism that became clear to him as he looked
down at his near lifeless manhood.

	"So have you and Sally been doing this long?"  Bernie
asked as she continued to run her fingers up and down his
naked form.

	"This is our fourth time,"  Barry replied, counting the
menage a trois with Ray.

	"Do you enjoy it?"  she asked,

	"Sometimes,"  Barry replied as he began to stroke her
body as well, concentrating on her breasts, which had quickly
become a fascination to him.

	"Dave said that Sally arranged all of this,"  Bernie
said, then asked. "Do you get to sometimes pick who you
meet or does just she do it?"

	"Sally pretty much decides it all,"  he replied, feeling
a little ashamed at the admission.

	"That doesn't seem quite fair,"  Bernie noted.  "What
if she liked the man but you don't care anything for the
woman?"

	Thinking of Bridgett Hiller, he was about to say that
he made the best of what he could of the situation, then
thought better of the idea.  He didn't want Bernie to think
that was what he was doing here, even though when the
night started that was exactly what he thought he'd be
doing.  Nor did he mention that Sally had bribed him into
coming tonight by promising a menage a trois with her and
the girl of his choice.

	Thankfully, Bernie didn't seem to expect an answer as
she went on, saying that this was actually her first time.

	"Really?"  a surprised Barry asked.

	"Yes, really,"  Bernie repeated.  "In fact, you're only
the third man I've ever been to bed with in my life."

	That surprised Barry even more.

	"Of course Dave's done this a couple of dozen times,"
she added.

	Barry was sure he must've heard that wrong.  How
could this be her first time and the two dozenth or so for
her husband?  That was even stranger than his and Sally's
relationship at times.  Then it hit him, Bernie had said that
she had two men before him, could that mean that Dave was
her second husband?

	"Heaven forbid,"  Bernie laughed when Barry asked
just that.  "Dave's not my husband, and as much as I love
him, he's not really my type."

	Barry was now even more confused. If he weren't her
type, why would she have him as a lover.  The answer was,
she didn't.

	"Dave's my brother,"  Bernie said in explanation.

	Three simple words, but enough for Barry to feel
suddenly cold and pull back, putting a physical distance
between him and Bernie's admission.

	"Wait a second, Tiger,"  Bernie said in a strong voice
as she watched him pull away,  "don't let your imagination
run away with you.  It's not what I know you must be
thinking."

	Wanting so much to give her the benefit of the doubt,
Barry resisted the urge to keep going until he was out of the
bed and paused to listen to her explanation.  Although he
couldn't imagine what it could be.

	"First of all, let me start by saying that there's
nothing going on between Dave and me that would be out of
the ordinary for any other brother and sister,"  she began.
"We're close, but not in that way."

	Barry was listening.

	"When your girlfriend pulled out his cock in the living
room and suddenly decided to go to town on it, that was the
first time I'd seem that part of him since I walked in on him
playing with it when we were teenagers back in ..., well, lets
just say before you were born."

	Barry remembered the look on Bernie's face when she
saw Sally blowing Dave on the couch.  It seems that what he
thought was a look of embarrassment, actually was just that.

	Bernie went on to say that Dave and his now ex-wife
had been swingers for years.  They had separated a few
years back for totally unrelated reasons.  When Dave had
first answered Sally's personal, he had done so under the
assumption that his new girlfriend, also a swinger, would be
his partner.  Unfortunately for him, she dropped a bombshell
right after that, trading him in for a younger model.

	The story was becoming more and more interesting to
Barry and he had already decided that he wasn't going
anywhere until he heard it all.

	So over their normal once a week dinner, Bernie
continued, Dave told her what had happened.  Some people
might think it strange for a brother and sister to discuss
each other's personal lives, but as she said before, they
were that close and to be honest, she got a vicarious thrill
when she heard about his adventures.

	Dave had just told her that he was going to have to
write Sally and tell her it wasn't going to happen and that
was a shame because from what she wrote in her first
letter, he thought she had to be one hell of a piece of ass.
Then, as a joke, he turned to Bernie and said that, unless of
course she wanted to play the wife-role, something she had
done on more respectable outings when he would've been out
of place without an escort.

	The older Carter had indeed only meant it as a joke,
so when Bernie had unbelievably said "why not?", he had
quite literally fallen off his chair.

	There had to be certain conditions of course, she said.
Foremost, there would be no sexual acts between them,
swapping mates was fine but this wasn't going to be an orgy.
Secondly, if she didn't like the guy, either from his picture
or when they met, then the whole thing was off.

	Still in a state of shock, Dave had no problem agreeing
to any of those conditions.

	"So you're really Miss Carter,"  Barry said, thinking
that he should say something but at a loss what that should
be.  The name on the apartment, which Dave said had been
decorated by Bernie had been Carter so she must never have
been married.

	"Actually, I really am Mrs. Carter,"  Bernie replied.  "I
married a man who happened to have the same last name as I
did.  Saved a fortune on the stationary and monograms on
the luggage,"  she laughed.  "He was a dear sweet man who
was somewhat older than me, but that didn't make a bit of
difference.  I loved him quite deeply.  I'm afraid he passed
on some years back, leaving me well cared for, but quite
lonely nevertheless."

	"I can see that,"  Barry thought as he looked again
around the room and remembered what he'd seen of the
apartment before.  This time he noticed another photograph
of Bernie and a man who looked to be around twenty years
older than her.  He couldn't guess what their marriage had
been like, but they did look happy together in the picture.

	"Yet I still haven't explained why I did this, have I?"
Bernie remarked, and then proceeded to do so.  "Well, when
Dave made his little joke, and believe me, he never thought
it was anything but, I suddenly had, oh I don't really know
how to explain it, a sense of craziness I guess.  Instead of
hearing about my brother's sexual escapades, I wanted to
have one of my own.  Like I said, I've only been with two men
in my life, my late husband and one before that.  And at this
point in my life, maybe I need a little craziness to just help
me keep my sanity."

	Bernie paused for a moment to study the expression
on Barry's face.  Normally she was able to read people
pretty well, but this time she wasn't sure how he was
accepting any of this.

	"So I set the ground rules and let things take their
course,"  she said as she drew her talk to a conclusion.
"Dave would use the guest bedroom over on the other end of
the apartment and I would use this one.  The way this old
place is built, we'd never even hear each other."

	"That would be a switch,"  Barry said under his
breath, remembering his and Sally's previous encounters.

	"It never occurred to me that your girlfriend and
Dave would jump the gun, so to speak, and let things get so
out of hand,"  she finished,  "I tried to make a joke of it but
yes, I was a little embarrassed when it happened."

	"There are a lot of things you could do to put a little
craziness in your life,"  Barry said,  "why this?"

	"For lack of a better answer, I guess I could say I
wanted to do something for my brother, but that really
wouldn't be totally true,"  she said.  "If that was all there
was to it, I could always have just hired an escort for him to
act as his partner.  Like I said, I really can't fully explain it,
but maybe I was just feeling horny after so long and thought
meeting a nice young man to fuck would be fun."

	Barry grinned sheepishly in response.

	"And speaking of a nice young man that I'd like to
fuck,"  Bernie said as she reached down and lifted his now
half erect cock in her hand, "If you're still interested, I
think your friend here is just about coming back to life."

	Barry spent less than a second thinking about it.  If
Bernie's explanation was a little bit strange, it wasn't
enough to matter.

	"Well if that's the case,"  he said with yet another
grin, "then I think one of us is just a little bit overdressed."

	Bernie looked down at the green panties that still
covered her sex, then lifted herself just far enough off the
bed as to be able to slide them off.  As they joined the
mixed pile on the floor, she spread her legs and gave Barry a
good look.  What he saw was a tightly trimmed gray and
white bush, which, aside from the hair color, looked just like
any other he had seen.

	Reaching down, Barry ran his hand across the triangle,
finding it wet to the touch.  Slipping his fingers inside, past
the twin folds of Venus, he reached her pearl and began to
massage her sensitive spots.  One could say that, given her
age, it had long ago ceased being priceless, but that was
something that the young man would greatly contest.

	"That's nice,"  Bernie said as she leaned back and
closed her eyes, content just to float in a pleasing haze for a
few moments.

	Barry continued to gently rub her clit as, beginning
with her neck, he began to kiss his way down her body.  Down
he moved, leaving a shiny, wet trail until he caught up with
his fingers.  Then he added his mouth to the pleasures
washing over the woman below him.

	"Oh that's even better,"  Bernie said, her eyes still
tightly closed.

	Going down on a woman had never been high on Barry's
list of favorite things.  Still, he appreciated the fact that if
a woman did it for him, it was only right that he reciprocate.
A lot of men he knew didn't see it that way.

	Soft moans filled his ears as Bernie voiced her
enjoyment of his efforts.  Unlike Sally, who often
complained that he wasn't trying hard enough, the woman
between whose legs he now labored seemed to appreciate
the effort.  If only as an appetizer of what was to come.

	More time passed until Barry was confident he had
done the best he could with what he considered his limited
skill in this area.  Filled with an enthusiasm that he hoped
Bernie shared, he went from the appetizer to the main
course.  A meal he hoped would be satisfying for the both of
them.

	Taking hold of his hard cock, he pressed it at the
entrance to her womanhood and entered her with only the
slightest of resistance. The way had been well paved by his
labors and her own high level of excitement.  One within her,
he moved back and forth slowly, each time rising a little
higher on the up stroke and moving deeper on the downside.

	"Oh yes,"  Bernie said even louder as she opened her
eyes and enjoyed a feeling too long absent from her life.  "I
have missed this."

	It didn't take long for Barry to develop a rhythm as
he lifted her legs up over his shoulders to gain even better
penetration.  His pace quickened, as did the level of Bernie's
response; a response measured by the level and frequency of
her encouragement.

	Her eyes totally fixed on the young cock sliding in and
out of her, Bernie grabbed her breasts and massaged them,
pressing against her nipples as well as the soft flesh around
them.  Her body rocked in time with Barry's vigorous
entries, adding to the forces building within both of them.
She felt more like a high school girl on prom night than a
mature woman with almost thrice her years.

	The dark haired young man also found himself in a
state of approaching bliss that felt like it could go on
forever.  Drawing on a reserve of energy that unexpectedly
presented itself, Barry now found that self-control that had
failed him earlier.  He was determined that he would hold
out until Bernie had her own climax.  If not before him, then
at least with him.

	The second proved true as only moments before he
felt he was going to have to admit defeat in that desire,
Bernie let go and climaxed explosively.  It was her first
orgasm that hadn't been self-induced in years, and her body
responded accordingly.

	Every part of her shook violently with tremors of
passion.  Oscillations of an intensity that caused her to
totally miss the fact that Barry had also exploded, sending a
firestorm of whiteness deep within her for the second time
that night.  She was just too wrapped up in sheer joy to pay
attention to anything else.

	Despite her earlier assertion that the walls of the old
apartment were so solidly build as to be practically
soundproof, Barry felt certain that their cries had reached
all the way to the back bedroom if not beyond.  If so, he
hoped Sally got a good earful.

	Even lost in his own desire, part of Barry still
concentrated on bringing the older woman every measure of
gratification he could manage.  He continued to move inside
of her until the last of his own energies faded.  By the time
that happened, Bernie's body had already come to an
exhausted stop.  Satisfied, he collapsed alongside her on the
bed.

	It took a while for either of them to catch their
breaths, and in the end it was Bernie who summed it up in
three little words.

	"That was fun," she said.

	Still breathing hard in his own right, Barry could only
nod his agreement.

			-=-=-=-


	"Barry?"

	The young man jumped at the sound of his girlfriend
calling his name.  Her voice had sounded as clear as if she
was standing right next to him and when he opened his eyes,
he was actually surprised not to find her standing there.

	His first impression, upon hearing her voice, was that
she was ready to announce that she was finished with what
she had came here for and was ready to leave.  That he
might not be really to go yet, he thought, would never occur
to her.

	"Barry, are you there?"  Sally's voice repeated,
dispelling his just reached conclusion that he had been
dreaming.

	"The intercom, Honey," a just awakened Bernie said
from over his shoulder as she pointed to the small white
speaker box on the night table.

	Barry reached for the talk button, taking note that
according to the adjacent clock that it was quarter past two
in the morning.  He and Bernie had been asleep for almost
two hours, having spent the previous two hours just talking.
For someone he viewed as belonging more to another world
than just a different generation less than half a day before,
he had found her to be incredibly easy to talk to, on just
about any subject.

	"Sally?"  he asked as he pressed the talk button.

	"Barry,"  she repeated, with no apology for having
awakened him,  "Dave asked me if I wanted to stay the night
and I told him that I would.  Is that going to be a problem
for you?"

	He paused before answering.  Looking back over his
shoulder at Bernie, he wondered if she was thinking the
same thing that he was.  That, seeing that it was already the
middle of the night, it didn't make sense for her to call and
ask him about staying the rest of it now.  Unless, he
thought, she was hoping that it was a problem for him and
having lived up to the terms of their deal and screwed the
old lady, he would be more than happy to head home at the
first opportunity.  Even if that meant going alone.

	"If that is the case,"  he told himself as he turned
back to the talk box,  "then she's in for a disappointment."

	"No, that's not a problem at all,"  he said, adding
"Have a good night." before he released the talk button.

	"Oh, okay,"  Sally said with enough of a touch of
disappointment in her tone for him to recognize that he was
probably right.

	"I  hope that it's really not a problem,"  he said to
Bernie as he turned back to her once again.  "I guess I really
should've asked you first."

	"I get the impression that she was hoping that you
couldn't wait to get out of here,"  she replied, ignoring his
question and confirming his guess.

	Barry just shrugged his shoulders, not wanted to say
that he thought that was the case as well.  In the course of
his talk with the older woman, he had told her a great deal
about Sally and their relationship.  While she didn't come
right out and say it, it was pretty clear that Bernie had a
rather low opinion of his girlfriend.

	Silence filled the room as Bernie seemed to be still
waiting for an answer.  Barry was also hoping for an answer,
even if it was only a "see you in the morning" from the woman
beside him before she rolled over and went back to sleep.

	"You know," Bernie finally broke the silence as she
leaned closer and said in the kind of low conspiratorial tone
that people reserved for sharing secrets,   "On special
occasions, my late husband like to get really naughty and
fuck my ass.  Since it looks like you won't be leaving for a
while, and I sort of think this is a special occasion, do you
think you'd like to try and give that a go?"

	Barry felt flustered for a moment and actually
thought he might faint.  On his short list of unfulfilled
sexual fantasies, Bernie had just crossed off number one.

	"I think I might be game for that,"  he said, finding it
impossible to wipe the smile from his face.

			-=-=-=-


	Six days later, Sally and Barry were officially no
longer a couple as she announced that she was moving out.
Neither seemed too upset about the break-up, and Barry
didn't even regret losing out on his promised menage a trois
with another woman.

	When asked, Sally wouldn't tell him where she was
moving to, but that didn't matter because Barry already
knew.  Just a few days before the relationship formally
ended, he had been surprised at his office by Bernie who
wanted to take him to lunch.  An invitation he readily
accepted.

	Over a very nice meal, Bernie confided to him that her
brother had asked Sally to move in with him and that she
had already said yes.  The older woman wanted Barry to
know because she didn't want to see him get hurt.  Barry
thanked her for her concern and assured her that things
had indeed changed between him and Sally and if she wanted
to go, well she had always been free to do so.

	Bernie told him that she was glad to hear that
because, however she felt about Sally, she felt a little guilty
about her brother's actions.  After all, if it weren't for her
the two of them would never have even met.  Barry again
assured her that there was nothing for her to feel guilty
about.

	"Oh there is one other thing," Bernie said as she paid
the check.  "Dave told me last night that he couldn't
remember if, in the heat of passion,  he had made it clear to
Sally that the condo they were in didn't belong to him, and
that the invitation to move in with him applied to the little
three room apartment he had downtown."

	Barry looked at her as if to say, "Oh really?"

	"Do you think that he should call her and make sure
she understood that?"  Bernie inquired.  "He was afraid that
if he called your apartment and got you instead of Sally,
that you might cause a scene."

	"Tell him not to give it a second thought,"  Barry said
after letting the question hang in his mind for a few
moments.  "I distinctly remember Sally mentioning to me
that Dave had the cutest little apartment over on the west
side.  So I wouldn't even bring it up again."

	"You mean the cutest little apartment downtown,
don't you?"  Bernie asked.

	"Of course, how could I make a mistake like that,"
Barry smiled, "I remember it even clearer now, that's
exactly what she said."

	"I thought it might be,"  Bernie smiled.

	"Besides, Sally's not the kind of girl who's going to be
overly influenced by material things,"  he added.

	"I think you're pushing it a little there, Tiger,"
Bernie laughed softly.  "I think you should just leave it as
remembering that she mentioned that she knew he lived
downtown."

	"Okay,"  Barry said, realizing that he was indeed
pushing it.

	"Well I have to get going then,"  Bernie said as she
flagged down a taxi.  "I have an appointment to do something
about this white hair of mine.  Lately I've been thinking that
it makes me look a little too old."

	"I don't think you'll ever be really old,"  Barry smiled.

	Bernie started to get into the taxi, then stood back
up and turned back to Barry.  Her expression was one of
having remembered something else.

	"I was just wondering,"  Bernie said as she motioned
for the driver to wait just another minute.  "Since you're
now going to be free next weekend, would you like to come
over for dinner, say Saturday at eight?"

	"I'd like that,"  Barry replied, his smile growing even
larger.  "but only on one condition."

	"Which is?" she asked curiously.

	"That you let me bring the dessert,"  he answered.

	"Oh I was counting on that,"  Bernie softly laughed as
she turned and ducked into the waiting cab,  "something
hard with a creamy filling."

	Watching the cab pull away, Barry thought to himself
that life does indeed take some interesting turns when you
least expect it.

END


Ann Douglas Web Page

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Ann_Douglas/www/

ASSTR Donation Page

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html

********************************************************
        Comments are the life blood of any amateur writer,
the currency in which they are paid.  It only takes a few
minutes to send off a few lines, which is little to ask for
in exchange for hours spent creating a story.  So be sure to
take those few minutes, it can only result in more and
better stories in the future.

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













_________________________________________________________________
MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: 
http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+