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Subject: {ASSM} "Layin' Low and Gettin' High"{Frederick T.}(M+f+F MF oral anal mild bd)[1/3]
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Layin' Low and Gettin' High
Part: 6a of 13
Universe: Travels of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
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Keywords: (M+f+F MF oral anal mild bd)
Language: English

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  @(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
    hoped for.  If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
           Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).

Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, that is 
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live.  This 
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual 
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy.  In other words: none of the 
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; 
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any 
sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone 
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after.  Now, if you 
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting 
your time browsing through a.s.s. ?  I doubt you're going to find much new 
among the contributions.  But on the other hand, if you're still searching for 
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere 
else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other 
as such.  It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters 
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely 
coincidental.   And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual 
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other 
entertainment.  As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                        The Travels of Willy Tamarack

                         Layin' Low and Gettin' High
                                   Part One
                         (M+f+F MF oral anal mild bd)

                               by Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                               *** PROLOGUE ***

    Who is Willy Tamarack and what is he doing so far from home ??  The last 
time we saw Willy.......he was disappearing into the trees after crash landing 
a light airplane.  He was on the run from Jamaica and some parents who didn't 
appreciate Willy fucking their young daughters' brains out.  He let the guy he 
came with talk him into flying some "stuff" to the states.....

    I'm standing in the BX at Hill AFB, Ut; shopping for some clothes.  It's 
twenty-eight degrees out and snowing.  I'm not exactly dressed for the weather 
in a pair of jeans and tennis shoes, wearing a "T" shirt with a light, nylon 
jacket that's got a surfboard emblem on the back.  I'm fucking freezing my 
balls off but I'm damn glad to be here.  It's taken me over two weeks to get 
here from Southern Alabama.

    As soon as I left the crash site, I settled into a good pace, walking 
through the forest.  I figured that I could make two, maybe two and a half 
miles an hour.  I walked up a stream for an hour then tossed the bag as far as 
I could into the forest and broad jumped from a standing start, picked up the 
bag on the run and headed West.  I took my first ten minute rest at four 
hours.  Cleaned my feet, put on a new pair of socks and my tennies and 
promptly fell asleep for forty minutes.

    I traveled like that until well after dark, crossing another two streams 
the same way and then made a bed of pine needles and leaves and slept until 
sun up.  I was as hungry as I ever remembered being.  Before breaking camp, I 
scattered my bedding about and then spent twenty minutes or so going through 
Tom's briefcase.  Wow !  Jackpot...All hundreds and fifties, maybe some 
twenties.  I immediately closed the case after taking out the two passports 
and credit cards that were stuck in the lid.  The passports both had Tom's 
picture but with two different last names.  The credit cards, thank God, 
didn't have a picture.  I put them where I was keeping my passport, packed all 
the shit in my bag and booked.

    I chewed on some twigs and walked at a much slower pace than the day 
before.  I got to the first paved road at eleven o'clock, almost exactly.  I 
stayed well away from the road and followed it.  It wasn't hard as I could 
hear cars every once and a while.  Hitchhiking was out of the question.  I 
figured at most, I was ten...fifteen miles from the crash site.  I wish it 
were a hundred.  At about two I came to a group of buildings that were up on 
the road.  The only reason I saw them was that there was an outhouse in my 
path.  I hid my bag and did a little recon.  A gas station, with a convenience 
store and several homes.  I went back to the bag and waited until sunset.

    I counted the money as I waited.  Like I said there was a lot of money in 
Tom's briefcase which, the way I figured it, was my briefcase now.  I was over 
a hundred thousand when it got too dark to count.  I hid my bag and walked at 
a quick pace down the road a bit, staying in the forest.  I waited until there 
were no cars, walked up the road like I was hitch hiking, into the convenience 
store and bought about thirty bucks worth of junk food and lots of water.  I 
casually walked out the door and pretended to hitch hike again.  As soon as I 
was out of sight, I ran until I saw the headlights of the first car coming 
then made my way into the forest.

    By the time I reached my hiding place I could see the red flasher of the 
police vehicle.  Took them ten minutes.  I sat and started feasting on the 
food I bought and then took a nap.  I woke at two, stayed in the forest, back 
tracked for an hour and then crossed the road.  The next civilization I found 
was another road, although this was more like a highway - four lanes.  It was 
just getting light and I decided to camp, eat some more of the junk food and 
take another nap.  I didn't wake until late afternoon and followed the highway 
until I ran into a pretty good size town.  I camped again on the outskirts of 
the town.

    I woke early on day four.  I stayed as far away from civilization as 
possible and finally found a gas station that was somewhat out in the boonies.  
I got my dob kit and snuck into the head, shaved and cleaned myself with some 
paper towels.  Up the road was a car dealership, maybe it was really a used 
car lot, it was hard to tell.  I stashed my bag and put plenty of cash in my 
wallet along with one of Tom's passports.  I wandered around in the parking 
area looking at cars for no more than thirty seconds before a salesman showed 
up - how many times have you hated to see these guys rushing across the 
parking lot toward you ?  Today I could have kissed the guy.  I wasn't very 
picky and took the first thing he recommended.  He wanted to know how I was 
going to pay and didn't bat an eye when I said cash.  An hour later I was on 
the road.

    The first sign I saw said Montgomery was sixty-seven miles.  I put the 
pedal to the metal and off I went.  An hour and a half later I arrived and 
ditched the car after renting a nice motel room, paying cash.  I ate a big 
lunch and slept for the rest of the day.  The next morning I was at the 
airport at the crack of dawn and using one of Tom's credit cards got the first 
flight out.  I flew for two days all over the U.S. and then bought a nice used 
Nissan Sentra in Kansas City and drove West.

    I ended up in Denver because I think I wanted to see Carol Whitouski - 
tell her about my cancer.  I was now sitting in the Nissan across from the 
house Carol lived in.  It was in a nice neighborhood.  I wondered if she 
rented or bought ?

    I'd called the doctor in Atlanta earlier that morning and had to threaten 
the nurse to get the doctor on the line.  I told her I was calling the IRS 
because I had paid cash and was sure the doctor pocketed it.  She finally put 
me through to the doctor and after threatening him with the same, he gave me 
the bad news - the biopsy was positive.  Three out of five of the samples were 
positive for prostate cancer.  Fuck !  I had cancer.  He recommended that I 
get it taken care of within six weeks.  I told him to send all the results to 
my parents in Newport Beach.

      About six, Carol drove into the drive way.  I sat in the car working up 
the courage to go knock on the door when another car pulled into the drive 
way.  A black man and woman got out and let themselves into the house.  I 
drove away.  It started snowing just outside of Denver so I got a room in a 
motel and waited out the storm.  I got to Salt Lake City this morning and 
ended up at Hill, using my BX privileges to outfit myself for the cold of a 
Northern Utah Winter.

                           ***** CHAPTER ONE *****

    Wayne Montana was pissed.  He was reading the report from the Andalusia 
Police.  Some unknown had paid cash for a car two days ago.  The very next day 
the car turns up, abandoned in Montgomery.  Shit !  Why does it take so 
fucking long to get information passed around in the computer age.  Wayne was 
sure it was his man.  He probably flew out of Montgomery that very day. Fuck !  
He could be anywhere.  He kind of admired the guy, in a way - traveling cross 
country, over eighteen miles from the crash site.  They came close to getting 
him when he stopped at the convenience store but then he disappeared again.

    The locals had assured him that they'd have him that first night.  After 
all they had dogs.  Everyone, who's anyone, has seen the famous police dogs 
track down criminals.  Well, these fuckers were worthless.  They lost the 
scent less than five miles from the crash site and it took them four hours to 
find it again.  By mid-day on the second day of the search, the dogs were 
lost.  Wayne was now thoroughly convinced that the pilot was ex-military - 
probably special forces.

    They let the dogs loose again near the convenience store but the stupid 
fuckers kept wanting to go back to the store.  The fucker probably hitched a 
ride up to Andalusia and spent the night in a clean bed while Wayne spent the 
night with those stupid dogs and their handlers.  Tomorrow Wayne was on his 
way to Atlanta to check out Tom Wright's apartment.  Maybe he could pick up 
some clues there ?

                                    *****

    I stood, looking at the bulletin board in the BX.  I wasn't looking for 
anything in particular - just looking.  On my way to SLC, I figured all the 
angles I could.  The feds might be able to track my use of Tom's credit cards, 
after all the fucker was dead - dead men don't use credit cards but then I had 
crisscrossed the central part of the country for almost two days before buying 
the car with cash and heading to Denver.  Naw !  They'd never find me.  I 
could relax.  But I'd get rid of the car anyway.

    I was dying to find a place to settle down for a while and get really 
baked.  I hadn't felt comfortable about getting ripped while I was traveling.  
Every time I stopped for the night I checked on the about two ounces of real 
good Jamaican stuff and the hundred or so seeds I had hidden in my dob kit.  I 
counted the seeds one night in a motel room.  I also counted the rest of the 
money - just under two hundred thousand.  I'd have to get a safe deposit box 
for it.  No more bus station lockers for Willy.  I wondered what would happen 
to the dope I left in the locker in Atlanta ?  Somebody would be real stoked 
to find close to eight pounds of high grade marijuana in a bus locker - 
whether it be the authorities or some cleaning guy.

    The help wanted ad jumped off the board and hit me right between the eyes:

                        Part time handy man for light
                        house keeping and tutoring for
                        children - grades 8 - 12

    I'd decided on the drive to SLC that I'd postpone any cancer treatments 
until I worked my was back to the West Coast - after all prostate cancer was 
slow growing, right ?!  Plus, I wasn't mentally prepared for the collateral 
damage - incontinence and impotence.  I wandered out to the car in my new, 
warm clothes and drove over to the base bank, changed my mind and drove 
downtown.  It had started to snow again.  I rented a safe deposit box and then 
called the number on the card.  The woman sounded eager to meet with me so I 
headed up to North Ogden.

    The interview took less than ten minutes.  She was a knock out.  Small, 
blond - not much in the tit department but had an ass that wouldn't quit.  I 
figured her to be just a few years younger than I was.  As soon as I told her 
I was a retired air force officer and showed her my ID - I was in.  The 
handyman shit - more like a house keeper; you know, dish washing, toilet 
cleaning, etc. - paid room and board.  I would live up stairs with another 
male border but would have my own room.  I had free reign of the kitchen for 
breakfast and lunch.  The woman, her name was Dot, cooked dinner and it was 
served promptly at six.  If I wouldn't be there, please let her know.  I would 
meet her daughters this evening.  Jeremy, the other boarder, would be there 
also.

    The woman explained that the girls ranged from fourteen up to eighteen.  
My primary tutoring responsibility would be to prepare her eighteen year old 
daughter to begin her freshman year in college and the seventeen year old to 
take the SAT.  I'd be paid five dollars an hour for the tutoring.  Every 
afternoon, four to six.  The woman had lesson plans already prepared.  I was 
to familiarize himself with them.  This was a no-brainer as far as I was 
concerned.

    The wheels in my head were already turning.  I'd have to cool it for a 
while - reign in my impulse to fuck just about everything old enough to walk.  
Thoughts of Jamaica floated through my head as I laid down to rest before 
going to dinner.  I had come to a conclusion during my trek out of Alabama: I 
seemed to get along with young women, I mean ladies, better than I did with 
women my own age.  Probably because I had never grown up.  Young ladies seemed 
to be more fun and definitely easier for me to relate to and get close to.  
While I was hiding out here, if that's what I was doing, I'd have to come up 
with a game plan that ensured I'd meet lots and lots of young ladies.

    I arrived promptly at six for dinner and found several delectable young 
ladies setting the table.  They politely introduced themselves.  From their 
appearances they were the younger three girls.  Donna, Dannie and Darlene were 
their names.  They were clones of their mother - blond hair of different 
shades, slim build and knock outs.  Oh !  Shit, maybe this wasn't the place to 
hide out.  I laughed at all the trouble I could get in here.

    Dot entered the room from the kitchen and put a platter of vegetables on 
the table.  I offered to assist her but she told me to sit down.  I was 
responsible for cleaning the table off and washing the dishes she said.  The 
two older girls came and sat.  They were talking with each other at the other 
end of the table.  The four from the kitchen came back and put more food on 
the table and then sat down.  Grace was said and then everyone started to pass 
the food around.

    Dot was introducing everyone to me.  The older girls were named; Dora and 
Donnie.  Dora was the senior in high school and I had a hard time taking my 
eyes off of her as she was knock down gorgeous.  About five after six, a 
throwback to the sixties walks into the dining room.  No shit, the guy is 
wearing bell bottoms with a Madras shirt, that had seen better days, and 
sandals no less - in this weather.  I was positive the guy hadn't been at the 
original Woodstock though, because he couldn't have been twenty, maybe 
twenty-five and that was stretching it.

    "Sorry I'm late, Dot.  Got carried away upstairs."  The guy said as he sat 
at the head of the table.  The girls were laughing.

    Darlene, the youngest, touched my arm and whispered to me, "He does this 
every night."

    Dot introduced me to Jeremy.  I said something like, "Nice to meet you."

    Jeremy looked at me for a short while as he filled his plate and then 
said, "Nice pony tail.  How long you had it ?"  I told him about two or three 
years, I couldn't remember.  Dot went on to tell Jeremy and the girls that I 
was a retired military officer and Jeremy almost lost a mouth full of food.  
The girls laughed.  I wasn't sure they were laughing at me or Jeremy.

    I did a thorough job cleaning the table off, washing the dishes and 
tidying up the kitchen before I headed up to my room.  I had just sat down at 
the desk in my room when I was sure I smelled the fragrance of hemp.  I closed 
my eyes and concentrated real hard - now I was positive.  So Jeremy didn't 
just dress the part.  I wondered what he did around here or maybe he was a 
paying boarder ?  I took my time and rolled several joints out of my stash.  
The little less than two ounces I had, wouldn't last long.  Maybe I'd go next 
door and see if Jeremy could introduce me to somebody in town.  Then I'd go 
for a walk, get really stoned, come back, hit the rack and dream sweet dreams.

                           ***** CHAPTER TWO *****

    As it turned out I never left the house that night but got really stoned - 
more like fucking ripped out of my mind.  And what I learned changed the 
direction of my life.  Well, maybe not - 'cause I was already pretty much of a 
stoner but it sure helped me get where I wanted to go a little faster.

    I was undecided whether to get stoned first or postpone my joint until 
after I went and talked with Jeremy.  Who knows ?  I could be wrong about the 
marijuana smell.  Yea, right ?!  I knocked tentatively at Jeremy's door.  I 
could hear Buffalo Springfield on his stereo or maybe it was Neil Young.  
Sometimes I couldn't tell the difference.  I was just about to knock again 
when the door opened.  If there was any doubt before, there was none now.  A 
billowing cloud of marijuana smoke floated out into the hall.

    "Hey !  Man, come on in.  Dot doesn't like me getting stoned in the house 
on school nights.  It makes it hard for the girls to concentrate on their 
homework."  He laughed.  I entered the room and Jeremy closed the door.  It 
was like I was walking into my past - back into some of the places I'd been in 
college - a water bed on the floor, candles all over, one of those lava lamps 
cooking off on the desk, several bean bag chairs tossed around the room and 
sixties posters all over the walls - a real hippie hang out.

    Jeremy told me to sit anywhere I wanted.  I sat in one of the bean bags 
and started laughing.  Jeremy asked me, what was so funny and I just shook my 
head.  I pulled a joint out of my pocket and held it up as if asking 
permission to light it.

    "No, man.  Have some of mine."  Jeremy said.  He then went over to the 
closet and came back and sat in the bean bag next to me.  In one hand he had a 
quart freezer bag of what appeared to be cleaned marijuana; in the other a 
small bong.  He tossed the bag on the floor between us and began cleaning the 
bong with a pipe tool.  I asked him if it was ok if I looked at the dope.  
Jeremy just nodded his head while cleaning the bong.  The bag was about three 
quarters full, I figured there was close of a pound of dope in it.  On closer 
examination I found that the entire bag was bud - there appeared to be very 
little stem and no seeds.

    I complimented him on the dope and handed him the bag as he was finished 
cleaning the bong.  In no time, Jeremy had packed the bong full and torched 
it.  He handed me the bong and I took a hit.  Jesus !  Maybe it was because I 
hadn't smoked in a couple of weeks but with one hit, my head was floating.

    "Pretty good shit, huh ?"  Jeremy asked.  "All bud.  I throw the leaf and 
stems out."  I just nodded and passed the bong back to him.  I asked him why 
he threw the leaves out.  Jeremy said sometimes he rolls the bud in leaf but 
most of the time just shit cans it.  I thought that was strange.  I always 
smoked everything except the stem and seeds, of course.  After three hits, I 
was in orbit.  I couldn't remember ever being this stoned.  Maybe throwing 
everything but bud away was a good idea.  I started laughing and Jeremy 
laughed with me.  I could hardly remember my name let alone where I was.  I 
kept laughing.

    After a few minutes, I formed a thought in my brain.  It took me another 
few to articulate it.  "Ah.....Where'd you get this shit ?"

    Jeremy was lying on the bean bag with his head back, looking at the 
ceiling.  "I grow it..."  I started laughing.  "...No shit, man.  I've got 
sixty plants upstairs right now; they're about two weeks from flowering.  You 
want to go see 'em ?"  I didn't think I could get out of the bean bag, let 
alone climb stairs but finally struggled to my feet.  Getting up into the 
attic was a chore but a chore worth doing; because when Jeremy opened his 
growing room it appeared as if the sun was in it and below the sun was a sea 
of green.

    The plants were anywhere from four to five feet high - big and bushy.  He 
motioned for me to come in the room and then closed the door behind me.  I was 
flabbergasted and didn't know what to say.  Jeremy went on to describe the 
system that he was using to grow with - hydroponics - top of the line stuff.  
Jeremy said he designed the system himself.  He was real proud of it.  I was 
impressed.  I remembered the one plant system I had back in 'Vegas.  Took me 
about a year to get it going and them it started pumping out some pretty good 
shit - but nothing like this.  I'd have to pump Jeremy for information when I 
wasn't so stoned.

    About a half an hour later we were back in Jeremy's room, hitting on the 
bong again.  I left soon after that and hit the rack.  My mind was floating.  
This was by far the best dope I had ever smoked and then it came to me.....

    I'd design my own system and set them up in houses all across the country.  
Growing massive amounts of the best bud in the world - "Willy's Bud."  I'd 
become a "Bud Ambassador," traveling all over the U.S., promoting the 
legalization of marijuana.  Ask Carol to live with me.  We party all the time 
as we travel about, promoting "Willy's Bud."  I become a lobbyist for 
N.O.R.M.A.L.  Contribute lots of money to the Democratic National Committee; 
get invited to the White House.  Carol and I have dinner with the President 
and Vice-President.  After dinner I talk to them about legalization efforts - 
after all, they both know how harmless it is.  We spend the night in the 
Lincoln Bedroom but just before we climb into bed the Secret Service knocks on 
the door.  The President wants to see me.  Off I go down the halls of the 
White House.  I get lost and end up back at the Lincoln Bedroom and hear Carol 
squealing, "Oh !  Mr. President !"  The Secret Service shoes me away from the 
door and I wander the halls of the White House again until I happen into the 
First Lady's wing.  I knock at her door but nobody answers.  I knock at the 
next door, I find and Chelsea answers.  "I was hoping you'd come by, Willy.  
It's all over the Capitol.  'Willy's Bud' is the best !  Let's smoke a 
bowl....."

    When I woke it was still dark.  Wow !  Was this shit...dynamite or what !?  
I dressed and rushed down stairs.  I wanted to finish my work as soon as 
possible, spend as much time with Jeremy as I could and pump him for all the 
knowledge he had.  When I finished my chores I left in the Sentra and drove to 
the first used car lot I found.  I got ripped off but what the hell did I 
care.  There was no way I was going to register a car in my name; at least not 
now, so soon after the bust.  Maybe later I'd buy a nice van or something ?

                          ***** CHAPTER THREE *****

    The next week flies by.  I spend every waking moment with Jeremy, learning 
how to be a farmer.  One afternoon while carting water up to the attic Jeremy 
turns to me and says, "You know you can get all the information I'm giving you 
on the internet."  He went on to describe how he got most of his information - 
online - at the library.  That night I was at a local library terminal, 
searching away.  Just like with prostate cancer, there was tons of info on pot 
cultivation - even a news group where you could ask questions and get answers 
from guys and gals that had been there before you.

    I was in the process of printing out just reams of the stuff, to read when 
I got home.  Someone put a hand on my shoulder.  I looked up into the 
tremendous bust of a young woman.  She was the librarian who had showed me 
where the terminals were.  At the time I thought she was adorable - well, her 
tits were adorable.  That's about all I noticed...That and her eyes.  They 
were so big and dark almost black and penetrating - looked right into your 
soul.  Any other time I would have started a conversation with her.  But not 
now - I was on another mission - no time for fucking around.  I now noticed 
that she was a big girl, probably about five-seven or eight.  Dark, curly hair 
adorned her oval face.  She had it pulled back into a pony tail.

    She leaned down, her hand still on my shoulder.  I could feel the warmth 
of her hand through my shirt but I was feeling something else too.  No, not a 
sexual feeling but something I couldn't quite put my finger on.  Almost a 
vibration.  Maybe a feeling of dejavu.

    She whispered in my ear, "The library frowns on people using it's 
equipment for the purposes you're using it for.....I like your pony tail, by 
the way.  Are you a hippie farmer ?"  I didn't know what to say.  I wanted to 
hide the terminal from her but knew that was impossible.  I was wondering how 
she knew, when she continued.  "We have a monitor over by the desk and usually 
check up on the young boys who come here to surf the net for smut."

    "This isn't smut and I'm not quite a young boy."  I blurted out.

    She just smiled at me, her hand still on my shoulder.  I noticed that she 
had a lot of dark, downy hair on her arm and wondered what her bush would look 
like.  "Well, just be careful.  Some of the other librarians might not be 
so..."  She paused as if searching for a word.

    I said, "...cool."  She smiled again and nodded her head.  When she took 
her hand off of my shoulder, the feeling disappeared.

    When I left, an older man was talking to her at the checkout desk.  I 
waited politely until she acknowledged me.  I thanked her for her help and 
then split.  I came back several nights in a row, some nights she was there, 
some nights she wasn't.  She never came over to talk to me again but every 
time I was near her I felt that feeling again.  Several times I caught her 
staring at me while I was surfin' away on the net.  I figured I had just about 
all the info I needed but decided to come back and update the prostate 
problems mailing list just to see her again.

    I got in the habit of smoking a joint on the way home as Jeremy was very 
generous with his stuff.  Jesus, he said he was harvesting about two to three 
pounds every four months or so.  He split half the profit with Dot and paid 
the electricity bill as it was rather high.  Several nights later I was back 
and she was there.  I was at the terminal and sneaking peeks at her every once 
and a while.  When I caught her eye, she turned her head away.  I got right up 
and went over to the checkout desk.

    "What time do you get off work.....Oh !  I'm sorry.  My name's Willy.  
Willy Tamarack."  I reached my hand across the desk to shake her hand.  When 
our hands touched, I felt the feeling - a buzz like feeling - almost like she 
was surrounded by an aura.

    "My name is Lucy and I'm married.  That was my husband you saw me with 
last week.  The library closes at nine if that is what you were asking."  Her 
words were rushed.

    "You mean the older gentleman, I saw you with the first night ?"  She 
nodded her head.  I continued, "Well, I just thought you might want to go out 
and share a smoke or something..."  I let that drift in the air and just 
stared into her eyes.

    "Do you have cancer ?"  She asked.

    I nodded my head and then said, "Well, how about it ?  Just you and me 
with karma to guide us."

    She didn't answer for a long time.  Then blurted out, "My husband is 
picking me up tonight."

    I smiled and just nodded my head, saying, "Too bad.  Maybe another time ?"  
I walked back to the terminal and started reading about prostate cancer.

    Two nights later I was back.  She was behind the checkout desk.  I paid 
her little attention and went right to a terminal.  About an hour later I 
could feel her approach and then felt her hand on my shoulder - the feeling 
got stronger.  She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "The library closes at 
nine.  If you stick around, we could share that smoke after I close up."  I 
didn't even look at her, just nodded and kept reading the terminal in front of 
me.

    After she locked up, she led me down to the basement and deep into the 
bowels of the library.  There were boxes of books everywhere.  She used a key 
and opened a door.  Inside there was a desk and some chairs.  I produced a 
joint and wasted no time lighting it up.  I smiled as he handed it to her.  
Lucy smiled back at me.

    "My husband works nights down in Salt Lake City."  She said.  "He's the 
night foreman at a steel plant.  What do you do ?"

    I started laughing as she was taking another drag.  A night foreman, my 
luck must be changing.  "Ah...just travel around and do some farming."  I was 
already feeling the affects of Jeremy's weed.

    "This is really good stuff...Did you grow it ?"  I just nodded my head.  
We were sitting with our butts on the end of the table, even though there were 
plenty of chairs around.  Every time she touched my hand, as we passed the 
joint back and forth, I felt a tingling.  I asked her if her husband smoked 
with her and she shook her head back and forth.  That settled it for me.  What 
did I have to loose ?  Not a fucking thing !

    I laughed some more when she asked what I was laughing at and then leaned 
over and kissed her.  Within seconds we were frenching, our tongues dueling in 
each other's mouth.  She was wearing a dark wool dress that buttoned up the 
front, her breasts, like the nose cones of rockets, pressed against the 
material.  The buttons went from her neck to the hem of her dress.  When we 
came up for air, she said, rather breathlessly, "I did tell you I was married, 
didn't I ?"

    I nodded my head and smiled.  "I don't mind."  And then I kissed her 
again.  This time it lasted longer and I pressed myself against her.  I could 
feel my penis start to harden - it had been a long time - over a month.

    I broke the kiss and asked her, "Do you want to stop ?"

    She just shook her head from side to side and told me that I was a good 
kisser.  I started kissing her again.  Each time it got better.  The feeling 
was very powerful and somewhat tempered my lust toward her.  My arms were 
around her waist, rubbing the small of her back.  I was grinding my pelvis 
against her groin and could feel her tits mashed against my chest.  My hardon 
was painful, growing down the leg of my jeans and long johns.

    I stepped away from her and reached for the buttons at her waist.  She 
asked me what I was going to do and I told her I was going to make love to 
her.  She giggled and told me she was married again.  I told her I knew.  Her 
dress was now unbuttoned from the waist down.  All she was wearing was a pair 
of white panties.  There was a dark triangle at the crotch of her panties and 
I imagined that some of her pubic hair was escaping from the leg bands.  I 
slid my hands into the waist band and slowly eased them down her thighs until 
they fell to her feet.  All the while I stared into her eyes.  She stared back 
and the feeling got very strong.

    I broke eye contact and dropped to my knees in front of her.  I spread her 
dress and was eye level with a very dark, hairy snatch.  Her belly button was 
just visible where her dress was still buttoned and I started there, working 
my tongue into her deep navel.  There was a fine down of dark hair that led 
from her navel to the top of her bush.  She moaned.  In what seemed like 
moments my tongue was in her bush.  My hands were massaging the back of her 
thighs.  I dug my nails into the meaty part of her thighs and dragged them 
down to the back of her knees.

    She filled the room with, "Aaaaaaaah !"  And her legs buckled a bit.  I 
was working on the front of her thighs with my tongue and cupped the bottom 
portion of her ass with my hands, rubbing the cheeks of her ass together.  I 
rose and lifted her to a sitting position on the table and then I got back to 
my knees.  Her knees fell apart and now her cunt was spread before me.  I 
pulled her forward a bit until her ass was right on the edge of the table top 
and buried my face in the jungle of curly pubic hair that was before me.

    She filled the room with, "Ooooooooh !"  And her thighs closed around my 
head and neck.  I pried them apart and started searching for her vagina in all 
the curls.  I gently spread the hair away and found a plump pair of cunt lips.  
I licked them from bottom to top.  Her ass came off the table top when my 
tongue slid between her lips and tasted her.  She tasted wonderful and my 
tongue kept going back to get another drink.  I pulled her lips apart and 
licked the pink meat between them.  She was filling the room with sexual 
sounds and her ass was bucking her crotch into my face.

    I worked my tongue up to the hood of her cunt and found a clitoris, the 
size of a slug.  I licked around it and then sucked it into my mouth, using my 
tongue directly on it.  She was a wild woman, grunting and groaning.  When I 
slid my tongue back down to her hole it was greasy wet and slick with her cunt 
butter.  My tongue slid in and out of her cunt for a few moments.  Lucy was 
juicy and ready.

    My hardon had subsided very little, confined to my pants.  I stood between 
her legs and pulled my jeans and long johns down.  The table top was perfect 
and my cock slipped right into her.  She was like a liquid inferno.  I started 
fucking her.  Her legs came up around my waist.  I grabbed the back of her ass 
with my hands and was really pumping it in and out of her.  Her head was 
thrown back and she was gasping for air through her mouth, when she wasn't 
moaning and groaning.  She wasn't exactly tight but then I felt the aura 
around her, like I was a part of it or inside it or something.  I kept fucking 
her.  She was sloppy wet and felt fucking great.

    There was no urgency to my fucking, although I was really pumping my hips.  
I felt I could go on forever but maybe that was the dope.  She was leaning 
back with her hands on the table when I rasped out, "I want to see them.  Open 
the top of your dress."  Her head was still thrown back and she had a 
difficult time raising it.  Her eyes were slits, her mouth open, still gasping 
for air.  "Come on, Lucy.  Open your dress.  I want to see your tits jiggle 
around while I'm in you."  Comprehension slowly came to her face.  She smiled 
and with one hand began unbuttoning her dress, a button at a time.

    It seemed like forever but slowly the upper part of her body became 
visible.  Her tits stuck out on her chest like ripe fruit - small watermelons, 
encased in a white lacy bra.  I reached out and grabbed the front of her bra 
and raised it.  Her tits popped out like "Jack-in-the-boxes" - almost no sag 
at all - pointing right at me with very large dark brown areolae and nipples 
the size of dimes.  I stopped pumping and just stared at them.  The areolae 
were surrounded by a light growth of dark hair - small tendrils - like they 
were growing out of her areolae.  I leaned forward and sucked one of her 
breasts into my mouth.  My tongue dueled with her nipple and then my lips were 
around it and I was just sucking it.  It was spongy and hard at the same time 
and then I moved to her other breast.

    I started fucking her again.  This time with more urgency.  She felt it 
too and started to thrust back at me.  Her tits bobbed around on her chest as 
we slammed our bodies together.  Her nipples were standing out in the middle 
of her dark areolae like little thumbs - almost a half an inch.  I was fucking 
her like crazy and starting to sweat.  The top of her breasts were covered 
with a sheen of perspiration.  A bead of sweat dribbled down between them and 
into her belly button.  I was almost there and trying to hold off, wanting to 
get her there too.

    When she threw herself at me and wrapped her arms around my neck, I 
started cuming.  She was no longer on the table but clinging to me, legs 
wrapped around my middle, arms around my neck.  Her hips bucking against me.  
I could no longer pump in and out of her.  I damn near fell to the ground.  
Her cunt was spasming around my cock and I was having the orgasm of orgasms.  
My cock just seemed to keep spurting semen into her vagina.  Oh !  God !  Did 
it feel good.  Her cunt felt like it was milking my cock.  I kept cuming.  Her 
mouth was at the base of my neck, sucking.  I finally sat her back on to the 
desk top and pulled out of her.

    The room was silent.  I could see some of my semen leaking out of her.  
She closed her legs when she realized that I was staring at her crotch.  I 
laughed.  She joined me.  When I started to get out of my clothes she had a 
puzzled look on her face.  The joint we were sharing had burned out on the 
table top.  I picked it up and lit it when I was naked.  She had started 
getting back into her clothes.  I pushed the joint into her mouth and started 
taking her clothes off.  She was giggling.

    Then she was naked, wearing these boot things that young ladies wear now a 
days.  I pulled her over to a chair and told her to sit.  My cum soaked dick 
was level with her face.  She didn't need encouragement and immediately sucked 
the head of my dick into her mouth.  She really gobbled it up, right to the 
base of my dick, her nose buried in my pubic hair.  Almost immediately, I 
started to get hard.  My hands were in her hair, really just grabbing her 
head.  Holding it still as I pumped my strengthening cock in and out of her 
pursed lips.  She finally pushed me away as I started to choke her.  I reached 
under her arms and lifted her so that she was standing before me.

    On her own she turned and presented me with her behind.  I was in her in 
no time and fucking her brains out.  Her screams of joy filled the room and I 
was damn near there already.  She was pushing back against me with every 
thrust and here it came.  I pumped gobs and gobs of cum into her twat as she 
was screaming, "I'm cuming !" over and over again.  I finally softened and 
slipped out of her.  As I collapsed to the floor, I dragged her down with me 
so that she was somewhat sitting on my lap.  I could feel my semen leak out of 
her and drool onto my crotch and thighs.  Both of us were panting.  I licked 
up to her ear and whispered, "Want to go again ?"

    She was giggling, well, maybe laughing.  I took a bite of her neck and 
whispered, "Let's run away...tonight.  Where do you want to go ?  Mexico ?  
Where it's warm.  You name it, we'll go.  Come on.  Let's get dressed and go."

    Lucy started shaking her head from side to side, "I can't, Willy."

                              [To Be Continued]
                                     [In]
                        "Layin' Low and Gettin' High"
                                  [Part Two]


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