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Subject: {ASSM} Lotto Dreams  Chapter 4  (MF)
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Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 00:10:02 -0400
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Chapter 4


It was four months since Nick's first meeting with Cyan. With Connie and 
Lydia's help, he was down to 245 lbs, the 'spastic elephant' had been 
slain and he was much more comfortable speaking with strangers in a 
social situation. 

Although he'd been assigned several other women for various occasions, 
for the most part Lydia was his companion. They got along well, she 
still dragged him out clubbing at least twice a month, and they flirted 
outrageously with each other. Although they had yet to engage in 
intercourse, they had, in Lydia's efforts to 'motivate' him, enjoyed a 
great deal of oral passions and long delightful periods of caressing one 
another, usually to a mutual climax. Nick was pretty sure Cyan knew what 
Lydia was up to, even though Lydia had declared all clubbing and gym 
time to be "Off the clock". 

Tonight, they were going to a charity event, dinner, dancing and a 
silent auction and Casino night for the Shriner's Hospital. Nick heavily 
supported the Shriner's because they'd done the surgery on his nephew's 
fingers, separating two that had failed to separate during gestation.

Nick had been considering something for close to six weeks, and decided 
he had nothing to loose be bringing the matter up. He called Cyan, and 
asked her to have Lydia give him a call.

He was on his computer working out expenses for the airplane he wanted 
to buy when Lydia called him. "Hello Nick, Cyan tells me you wish to 
discuss an important matter."

"Yes, I would. I don't know the best way to bring this up, but I'd like 
to discuss expanding our working relationship." He licked his lips 
nervously, afraid she'd react badly.

Her reaction wasn't what he'd expected; she chuckled softly. "I'm 
assuming you're asking about intercourse."

"I am. This doesn't upset you, that I want to change the way our 
relationship is?"

"Upset me? No, but I'm curious why you are ready to change it after four 
months."

"Actually, I've been thinking about it for the last six weeks. But we've 
been getting along so well, I didn't want to spoil it. But I need to 
know. Are you willing to go that next step in our agreement? If no, I'd 
prefer to know now. If not yet, then I want to know that too."

Lydia smiled at the phone. She'd been expecting this months ago. She'd 
even discussed it at length with both Cyan and Connie, partly because 
she had no problem with the idea, and none at all with Nick, and partly 
to see if Connie had actually let him get that far. She knew none of the 
other girls had; in fact, she'd heard more than one complaint that he 
never did more than wrap his arm around them and hold them close. 
Actually, other than their make out sessions in the pool, he'd never 
kissed her. But she also knew he wasn't going without, thanks to 
Jeanvieve's occasional urges.

"I'd be thrilled to take our agreement further," was what she said. "But 
you will need to discuss this Cyan as well. Actually, I will too. So, if 
you like, I'll talk to her first, and ask her to call you."

"Thank you, sweet Lydia. And I'll pick you up about 6:30."

When Cyan called him back an hour or so later, he was working through a 
budget for the financing, upkeep and storage of an airplane. His 
brother, nephew and he had finished their first course and soloed 
safely, and were now licensed for light single-engine craft. Nick and 
Carl were signed up for a course that would license them to fly multi-
engine turbo-props now, and Luke was taking the same course in Maryland, 
where he was a senior majoring in political science.

"Hello Nick. Lydia called me, and we discussed your request. To be 
honest, I expected to have this conversation a long time ago. Especially 
after you started spending so much time together "off the clock".  I'm a 
bit surprised at your patience."

"To be equally honest, I was afraid to screw up the friendship we seemed 
to be developing.  But lately, that seems to be less likely to happen, 
and I thought that even if she refused, we could probably remain good 
friends. To tell the truth, I'd rather you weren't involved, but Lydia 
pointed out that that was not going to be the case. She's amazingly 
loyal to you."

"Yes, she is and I adore her for it. But I think we need to get down to 
business. I know ALL about your activities "off the clock", so I'd guess 
you aren't asking about a few hours at a time."

Nick considered what she was saying. She knew about the 'everything 
but' aspect of his and Lydia's relationship, but was obviously 
unconcerned or she'd have had it stopped, or he'd have gotten the bills 
for it.

"For an overnight meeting, I charge 2500 dollars per woman. Sixty 
percent of that is the woman's fee. Lydia has asked me to reduce this 
fee for you. I'm going to refuse.  For one thing, I don't want either of 
you to feel obligated in any way. For another, I don't want you thinking 
you can take advantage of her."

Nick started to sputter his outrage at such a concept when she 
interrupted him. "Oh, do shut up, Nick. I doubt very much you would ever 
do such a thing. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to protect Lydia or 
any of my ladies every chance I get. But to show you I trust you as much 
as Lydia does, I'm going to give you her home address as she requested. 
She expects you there by 6:15. I think she plans to make you meet her 
housemates. She shares the place with two other young women. One, like 
Lydia, is a student at the U, the other is a pediatrician specializing 
in babies of drug mothers and abandoned children." 

"Oh, and Nick, I think we should have lunch one day next week. "Off the 
clock", of course. Lydia tells me you're looking pretty good, and I 
haven't had the pleasure to just meet you socially. I'll call you and 
try to find a good time for us both. Ciao, Nick."

Well, that was interesting, Nick thought. Not that lunch wouldn't be a 
pleasure with a woman like Cyan, but he wondered what Lydia had been 
telling her. Oh well, he wasn't going to stress. Hell, there wasn't much 
he'd ever really stressed over anyway. He looked at the time though, and 
decided he'd better go shower.


He was pulling up to an older, fairly large house in the Avenues at 
6:10. He figured a little early was always better than late. He fidgeted 
slightly with his tux as he climbed out of the Jag; he was going to have 
to go get it altered again. He hadn't lost that much weight, but what 
was left had re-distributed from around his gut to his shoulders and 
back, making the coat rather tight. 

He knocked on the door, and was greeted by a small girl nearly the same 
age as his brother's son. Well, not greeted; she opened the door and 
looked up at him, not moving to let him, but not quite inclined to shut 
the door on him. He gave her his best smile and said, "Hello, is Lydia 
here?"

He didn't think he was going to get an answer, then heard footsteps 
coming down the hall and a woman noticeably older than Lydia opened the 
door fully. "Alicia, if you answer the door, find out who it is, and let 
them in. Now, go watch Blue with Dina." 

The girl turned and ran off, calling "Blue clue!"

"I'm sorry, can I help you?" She looked him up and down curiously. He 
didn't have the look of social services, although he was old enough. But 
they didn't generally show up in tuxes either. 

"Yes, hello, is Lydia here?" 

He had a nice voice though. Then what he'd said seeped through her 
distraction. "Oh, of course, you must be Nick. I'm sorry, she didn't 
tell us you were..." she bit her tongue, not wanting to say 'old enough 
to be her dad'. "Please come in, I think she's nearly ready. I'm 
AnnaBeth Lucen, one of her housemates. You met Alicia. She's one of my 
foster kids."

She led him down the hall to the living room. "Please, have a seat, can 
I get you something to drink?"

"No, thank you," He answered with a smile. 

Anna stood there for a moment, wondering if she should just abandon 
Lydia's date, try to make small talk or what when the front door banged 
and a voice called out: "Wow! Did you see the car parked out front? Who 
do we know around here that has a Jag!?"  An attractive young East 
Indian woman entering the room followed the voice.

"Dierdra, this is Nick, Lydia's date. I'd guess it's his car." He could 
hear the laughter in Anna's voice as she said it. 

Dierdra looked at him in surprise. Damn, tuxedo and a sweet car. But 
he's old.
Well, maybe not old, she thought as she studied him. Older. But with 
potential.

Then Lydia entered the room and  caught his full attention. Dierdra's 
next thought was 'Damn, I wish my dates looked at me like that!'

Lydia had on an embroidered white blouse that complimented her small 
breasts magnificently, and a forest green split skirt that showed a lot 
of her long tan legs. Three-inch heels completed the ensemble. 

Lydia introduced her housemates. "Nick Essex, this is Dierdra Gans, one 
of my housemates and my study partner for Mathematics and Chemistry. 
She's a whiz at both, and I help her with her Arts and Language classes. 
And this is AnnaBeth Lucen, Doctor of Pediatric Medicine and Substance 
Abuse. She keeps us sane by bringing home her patients on the 
weekends." Lydia was grinning as she said that and Dr. Lucen blew her a 
raspberry in return.

"So, Mr. Essex, where are you taking our Lydia, all dressed up like 
that?" Anna asked.

"Shriner's Hospital is having their annual Silver Gala fundraiser 
tonight."

AnnaBeth's eyebrows rose slightly. "Isn't that by invitation?" She knew 
it was, but she'd already arranged for the release of Alicia and Dina 
this weekend when her invitation came.

"Yes, I believe it is." 

Leave it to Dierdra to be blunt and ask the question they wanted 
answered. "And what do you do for a living, Mr. Essex?" AnnaBeth and 
Lydia both winced visibly at the question.

"I spend my good fortune, Miss Gans. For fun, I travel and learn to fly. 
And to keep karma on my side, I give large gifts to favored charities." 
The smile he gave her made it clear he wasn't offended by her question. 
"And speaking of charities, we should be going." He looped his arm in 
Lydia's and walked her to his car, then they were off.

"I apologize for Dierdra, she shouldn't have been nosy like that."

"That's ok, it's not like it isn't public knowledge if you look for it. 
I won the Powerball July of 2005. Almost 140 million. I took it in 
yearly payments."

She was silent for a moment, trying to figure out what that actually 
came to. "That would be...."

"A little more than two million a year after taxes." Nick answered.

"My goodness. With that kind of money you could date supermodels! What 
are you doing hanging around with me?"

"First, I've met a few supermodels. Supercilious bitches for the most 
part, or completely bubble headed. Neither one can I stand. I hang 
around with you, and Connie and Jeanvieve, because you are all very 
intelligent, very pretty and most important, very very nice people. And 
I have to admit, you make me hot and bothered. " He grinned at her as he 
said that.

She slugged him in the arm. "Typical man." He just laughed.


Dinner was good, they danced a bit, but had the most fun at the 
'Casino'. Nick bought them both ten thousand dollars worth of 'chips', 
and they had a riot trying to see who could loose their stack first. 
Karma seemed to have other ideas, though, because they both won much 
more often they lost, and finally had to go all out, betting their piles 
on "double zero" on the roulette table before they left.

As they sat in the car, he turned to her. "I'd like to take you home 
with me tonight. May I?"

She leaned toward him and gave him the first of the many lover's kisses 
they would come to share. "Yes, please, I'd like that very much."

As the garage door closed behind them, Nick walked around to open the 
car door for Lydia. Sometimes she thought it was foolish of her to sit 
there and wait for him, when she was perfectly capable of pulling the 
handle and pushing the door open. But then she'd remember the pure joy 
of having him offer his hand to her, helping her out of the car like a 
true gentleman. And the way he did it, as if it was the most natural 
thing in the world. She hoped he'd never forget to do it for her.

Then he was holding the door to his home for her. She'd been here once 
before, the morning Terrence had ruined for them all. She wondered if 
she'd see more of the house this time, then decided it wouldn't be until 
much later this morning. "Nick, take me to your bedroom. Everything else 
will wait."

His eyes were bright with desire, desire she knew hers reflected, and he 
took her hand and led her down the hall she remembered to the last 
bedroom, his bedroom. She did excuse herself for a moment, slipping into 
the bath to take care of 'maintenance'.

When she came out, the coverlet was pulled down, as well as the top 
sheet and blanket. The lights were set at about half brightness, light 
enough to reveal, but shadowed enough to be sensual. He stood at the 
bottom of the bed, fully dressed except for his shoes. She smiled at him 
when she noticed this. "Habit," he admitted. "They come off when I get 
home."

She walked up to him and kissed him again. "Habit can be good." She 
moved behind him and reached around him to unbutton the coat of his tux, 
and then slid it off, laying it across a chair she suspected was only 
there for the purpose of holding discarded clothes. Still behind him, 
she undid the vest, placing it with the coat. The tie unsnapped, and  
she smiled; a certain indicator of a single male of the species. Then 
she wrapped her arms around him and ran her hands along his torso as she 
leaned her face against his back. 

She admitted to herself that she was delighted in the change in him from 
that night in the hospital. He still had a ways to go, but his physique 
was now closer to Brian Dennehy's than Charles Durning. She knew she was 
going to enjoy improving him even more. She undid the buttons of his 
shirt slowly, letting her arms press against his nipples, pleased to 
find them responsive, then she tugged his shirt out of his trousers 
before coming around to face him. "Take off your shirt while I take care 
of these." 

She then knelt and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his trousers. She 
slowly drew the zipper down, listening to his breath catch as she did 
so, then took hold of his waistband and slowly drew his trousers down 
around his knees. "Put your hand on my shoulder, and lift your foot." He 
obeyed, and she pulled the left leg down and off, then caught his leg 
before he set his foot down. "Sock" He waited as she pulled it off too. 
"Other shoulder, other leg." Within moments, he stood before her in only 
his plain white briefs. She smiled to herself and thought, "More 
wardrobe changes coming."

Then she stood up and faced him. "Your turn.

He took a moment to circle her, finding her fastenings and taking a 
moment to caress the back of her bare neck with his lips. Her blouse was 
closed with a series of lacings and bows down her back, so he drew her 
against his chest as he carefully untied and unlaced each string. He 
could feel her smile against his skin and her breath as it stirred his 
meager chest hair. He was especially pleased when she breathed deeply 
and offered an approving sound to his cologne.

He opened her blouse gently, then stepped away from her, drawing it down 
her arms and away from her lovely body. He laid it on top of his 
trousers on the chair and reached for the clasp of her very sensuous, 
lacy brassiere. "Um, skirt first, sweet Nicolas."

"Yes Mistress Lydia," he said, half teasing. He knelt slowly before her, 
leaning close so he could caress a line of soft kisses from the base of 
her throat, between her breasts and down her belly before his knees 
touched the floor. His tongue lightly caressed her navel as he reached 
around her and unhooked her skirt then drew the short zipper along her 
hip. He caught it and carefully pooled it around her ankles, noting with 
delight she wore a garter and stalkings rather than pantyhose. He 
realized suddenly why he hadn't noticed; he had admired her legs, but he 
was still in gentleman mode, and never thought to so much as touch her 
knee while they sat together.

She smiled down at the top of his head, following his thoughts with 
ease. Good, maybe he'd start acting more like a lover when they were out 
now. The gentleman had been good, but she was looking forward to more. 
As long as he continued to remembered the doors, and holding her chair 
for her. She placed her hand on his shoulder and carefully stepped 
outside the ring of her skirt, then did the same with the other foot. 
And smiled as he picked up her skirt, and still kneeling folded it 
carefully before setting it on her blouse.

She caught his hands and drew him to his feet, and walking backwards, 
drew him toward the bed. When the back of her knees hit the edge, she 
sat and scooted gracefully to the center of the bed, then offered him 
her right foot as she lay back. He smiled and unbuckled it and sensually 
drew it off her foot. With a smile, she touched the top of the stocking 
and garter on that leg, indicating his next duty.

He carefully unhooked the eye and loop of her garter, and slowly rolled 
her stocking down her leg and off her foot. Then she sighed with delight 
as he caressed the arch of her foot with his lips before setting it 
gently on the bed. She raised her left foot for the same treatment, and 
then she lay before him in only matching brassiere and low cut panties. 

"Take off my bra." 

"Yes, Mistress Lydia." He carefully unlatched the front-opening hook, 
and drew the cups away from her small but delightful curves, and the 
points that accented them. She lifted up so he could draw the fabric 
from beneath her and set it on chair. 

"Now, come stand here in front of me." He stood on the bed, his hand 
pressed to the ceiling to keep his balance. With a smile, she kissed 
along the swell inside his briefs, then slowly and carefully drew them 
off his hips and buttocks till they circled his ankles and the object of 
her pleased gaze stood proud and exposed.

She cupped his balls lightly and let her tongue glide lightly along his 
shaft. "Nick, have I told you how perfect I think your cock is? It's 
like it's been made just for me. And tonight, you are going to put it 
where it belongs for the first time. Now, it's time you uncovered the 
sheath for your sword." She lay back on the bed, letting her fingers 
trace his length as she stretched out on the bed.

Nick knelt beside her and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her 
panties, and slowly drew them down her legs and off her beautiful feet. 
He tossed them neatly on the pile of clothing. Then he laid down beside 
her and began to kiss her.

He kissed her slowly, sensually, lingeringly, and as he kissed her, his 
hand caressed her, cheek and hair, neck and shoulder, rib and breast and 
belly to hip. Then his lips followed his hands until they caressed the 
tops of her thighs and the neatly trimmed patch of hair on her pubis. 
Moaning softly, she spread her legs to his demanding caress, then 
shivered with pleasure as his lips and mouth explored and savored her 
divinity. 

She came shudderingly when his tongue caressed the small button of her 
clit , then came vocally when he took it into his mouth and sucked upon 
it like a third nipple.

And when he entered her slowly she whimpered her delight and matched 
each thrust and stroke he offered with one of her own. And when his 
offering coated her vagina, she bit him softly.

And when, a bit later, he drew her down on top of him, she rode him at 
her leisure, sometimes letting him caress her button, but mostly 
enjoying the loving grasp of his hands on her waist as she moved, until 
they crested together and fell asleep in each others arms.

-- 
I may, indeed, be guilty, but no proof can you present

Ego sis, vero, consto redarguo, autem nullus argumentum licet vos offero

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