Message-ID: <49591asstr$1098825003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <gmwylie98260@hotmail.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Originating-Email: [gmwylie98260@hotmail.com] From: "Gina Marie Wylie" <gmwylie98260@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <BAY24-F4DEA2VqFnW0k00004f2b@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 26 Oct 2004 14:54:03.0050 (UTC) FILETIME=[A23518A0:01C4BB6B] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 07:53:20 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Laura Alban Hunt Ch 25 {Gina Marie Wylie) (Ff, cons) Lines: 830 Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 17:10:03 -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 X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/49591> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself instantly with MSN Messenger! Download today - it's FREE! http://messenger.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200471ave/direct/01/ <1st attachment, "Laura Ch 25.doc" begin> ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The following is fiction of an adult nature. If I believed in setting age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read this and I'd never have bothered to write it. IMHO, if you can read and enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly a blunder on my part. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Official stuff: Story codes: Ff, Cons. If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read further and complain. Copyright 2004, by Gina Marie Wylie. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I can be reached at gmwylie98260@hothothotmail.com, at least if you remove some of the hots. All comments and reasoned discussion welcome. Below is my site on ASSTR: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gina_Marie_Wylie/www/ My stories are also posted on StoriesOnline: http://Storiesonline.net/ And on Electronic Wilderness Publishing: http://www.ewpub.org/ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Laura Alban Hunt Chapter 25 -- The First Justice Court I'd heard quiet sounds from the main part of the house. I got up and stretched, deciding I needed time to think. Peggy. What do you say about a woman like that? Not that I was much different. A woman from the pioneer days, practically. Born on a kitchen table, during a storm! I went to the badly named Microsoft Start menu and ended the session, then went in search of the others. Marybeth and Nancy were talking to a girl who looked sixteen or so that I didn't recognize, and another girl who was a little older and who I did recognize: the last time I'd seen her, Nancy had been sitting on her face during the cheerleader retreat. Denise was sitting on a couch watching the talkers and Jackie Licht sat next to her, thumbing through a magazine. Marybeth looked at me. "You shut everything off?" "Yes." "We'll talk about it later, spend a little more time thinking about it for now." Marybeth gestured at the girl I didn't know. "This is Regina Wannamaker, one of the cheerleaders. She wasn't at the retreat." I smiled at her. Regina was a carrot-top redhead, freckle-faced and thin. She looked at me, curious about me, I thought. Nancy chimed in, "And this is Shirley Grant, I'm not sure if you remember her." "Jackie's roommate at the retreat," I said neutrally. "And a very dear friend of mine," Nancy added. I said hello to the two girls, curious myself about what was going on. Nancy nodded at Jackie. "And Jackie Licht, you know of course." I smiled at Jackie and nodded. She grinned back at me, but when she glanced at the others, her smile faded. Nancy turned to Shirley. "Laura Alban Hunt, whose daughter will be on the squad next year and who's offered to do a few things for us this year. She's going to be handling discipline issues." The two girls smiled at me again. "So, Laura's a friend of yours and Marybeth?" they asked. "Yes, and Linda Kellogg too," Nancy added. "And all of that brings me to the reason you are here now." "You said we were going to have an enjoyable weekend," Regina said with a laugh. "That too, but first we are going to have the first sitting of something new. The Justice Court." The two looked at her, then at me. Regina said warily, "That doesn't sound like much fun." "Jackie, would you repeat to me what you told me last night?" Nancy asked. Jackie put the magazine aside and stood up. "Wednesday, they were talking to Celia Wentworth about me. They didn't know I was there. Celia asked Reggie why I was trying to join the Gay and Lesbian Alliance; she said she thought there was a rule that cheerleaders couldn't join. "Shirley agreed, saying that even though we were all gay, cheerleaders didn't join groups like Celia's because they didn't want to hurt the cheerleader image. Reggie told Celia that it didn't matter in my case, because I wasn't gay. That seemed to confuse Celia, and they talked about why I would join. Then Reggie and Shirley said they would talk to me about it." Jackie lapsed into silence. Marybeth looked at the two girls. "Is that a fair rendering of the conversation?" "Yeah," Shirley replied. "I don't see what's the big deal." "Aside from the fact that you told someone who's not on the squad everyone is gay," Marybeth continued. "It sounded to me like she was repeating something Celia would already know," Jackie added. The two girls traded glances. Regina spoke first saying, "Celia is cool, Coach. She heads the Gay and Lesbian Alliance at school. But Jackie shouldn't be trying to join. It's not something we do." "It's not," Marybeth agreed. "And we're going to talk to her about that in a moment. I'm just a little surprised that we talk about any part of our affairs with an outsider. We have rules about it." "Celia's cool," Regina repeated. "She's not going to out anyone. She knows how to keep her mouth shut, she understands the issues." "And would that be because you've talked about the issues with her?" Nancy asked, her voice cold. Shirley lifted her chin defiantly. "We've always been able to go outside. I've been seeing Celia for six months. She's okay, I promise. She doesn't like the cheerleaders because she things we're too stuck-up. I was working to convince her otherwise. So is Reggie." The smirk on her face told me exactly what the three of them did together. "And the oath you took in front of all your sisters on the team, never to talk about them with an outsider? Where does that stand on your list of rules to live by?" Marybeth asked, her voice controlled. Shirley stood still, her eyes blazing with anger. "Look, we all know that we can go outside the group. We went outside the group. Celia isn't going to talk about us with anyone." Nancy turned to Jackie. "And you know we don't join groups like the Alliance and why." "I never told Celia I wanted to join. I told her I wanted to talk to her and some of the others in the group about some issues I have. That I realized I was at least bisexual if not an out and out lesbian, and I had questions. I do have questions." "And you didn't feel you could come to me or Laura or Marybeth for help?" Nancy asked. "No. These are my problems, my hang-ups. I need to deal with them myself." "And you don't see anything even a little contradictory," Marybeth laughed before going on, "about going to someone else to help with the problems you want to deal with by yourself?" Jackie looked her in the eye. "I liked being with Laura. I liked being with you. I tried it with one of the girls on the team and it wasn't any good at all. It sucked, actually. "When Laura made love to me, when Marybeth made love to me, it was all I ever imagined and then some. When I was with..." she stopped, and then started up again. "It was like all she wanted was to get off. That it was sex for sex's sake, there wasn't anything special about it, it felt... dirty." "And you thought you could talk to an outsider about how you liked it with older women and didn't like it with your peers?" Nancy asked. Jackie blinked. "Gosh, no! It was general. Why it was good with some people and not so good with others." "And what did Celia have to say about that?" Nancy asked sarcastically. "She said sex is like a mirror. You can only get out of it what goes in. People have off days, sometimes. And sometimes girls are no different than boys. That want to get off, they don't much care how. That when you're with someone like that, it sucks. That there's nothing wrong with looking someone in the eye and telling them the truth: it didn't do anything for me. Work it out, she told me. We can talk to each other and work things out, and if not, we're better for knowing sooner, rather than later." "And why," I interjected myself into the conversation, "does Celia think you want to join?" "I don't know. She suggested I should come to some of the meetings and listen to what people had to say. She said that people talk about a lot of issues about being gay, and perhaps something someone said would help me. I told her I wasn't ready for that." Marybeth chuckled at that, Nancy shrugged and shook her head. Jackie looked at me. "What?" "That might have been what you said, that may have been what you meant, but most people would add the word 'yet' in there. Which changes the meaning entirely. Particularly given the earlier conversation." Jackie looked at me, then at Marybeth. "I'm sorry, I didn't think." I nodded, reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "It's okay, Jackie, really. But I'm sure the rules say you should talk things like this over with your teammates or your coach, or one of the other advisors." She nodded and I went on. "You didn't go to your teammates because you don't trust them, do you?" I asked. She looked at the other two girls and nodded. "And you didn't talk to us because you thought we were biased?" Again she nodded. "What should you have done?" "If I was willing to trust someone outside for advice when I couldn't get it from the team? I don't know. I just don't know." "When you find yourself blocked like that, and you start feeling desperate," I told her, "you need to start admitting things to yourself. You need to think about things, and make a list of what's bugging you. And when you think of a possible solution, you need to think about the good and the bad things about it. Because, in your heart of hearts, if the advice you got from Celia was something you could use, you would have asked to join, wouldn't you?" "I suppose. My parents think that cheerleading is the key to getting into a good college. But Sherrie can't afford to go to a good college; I'm not going to be able to afford it either. I was thinking about quitting the team." It was interesting. Her wanting to quit obviously bothered Marybeth a great deal. Nancy less so and her two teammates not at all. "Jackie, I have no authority here; I recommend to Nancy and it's her decision. In your shoes, I think I would quit." Marybeth looked at me for a second, then at Regina and Shirley. Then she realized the truth. "I've always supported the girls on the team," Marybeth said. "Always. When I was on the team myself and later, after I'd gone on to other things. It's your choice, Jackie. I think you should finish the year; I would understand why if you don't come back next year." Nancy looked at Marybeth and then at me. "The idea is to keep girls, not advise them to leave." "To a point," I told her. "So long as it's doing them good. You have rules, I'm sure you've cut girls before who didn't measure up." "Of course," Nancy said, a little snappish. "This is the same thing. The team no longer measures up to Jackie's expectations. She's cutting them," I told her. "And Shirley? Regina?" "That is something else again. They broke a core rule." I turned to Marybeth. "Have they had exposure to the reading I was just doing?" "No, it's just verbal history. Very vague." "Shirley and Regina. Listen to me very carefully," I told them, my voice cold. "I was reading about the history of the people who had a guiding hand in making you what you are today. Back in the day where one of the women involved was sure she faced eternal damnation because she wanted to make love to another woman. And who would have likely faced permanent incarceration had it become known how she felt, much less what she'd done. "You stand where you do today on the shoulders of giants; people who've gone before you, risking everything so that you can gossip to someone you shouldn't. That wasn't what they had in mind. "Being gay isn't the stigma it once was. But that isn't all that cheerleaders here do, is it? I remember you, Shirley, from the retreat. Do you know what happens to Coach Howland if you tell someone what goes on during events like that?" She stared at me coldly; her voice was frigid. "I'm not stupid, of course I know. I would never, ever." "Well, girl, I'm here to tell you that you are pretty damn stupid. What, is this Celia devoid of all human curiosity? Has she ever asked if Coach Howland knows about what goes on?" "No, she hasn't. She can connect the dots. She knows the Coach is gay. That she looks the other way. No one, not me, not anyone, would tell her about what else we do." "Celia knows you visit with Coach often, right? That she's single and doesn't have a significant other?" I pressed. Shirley blinked. "I don't know. I suppose." "Tell me, Shirley-who-isn't-stupid, what would you figure goes on with a gay coach who has girls over to her house at all hours of the day and night? A coach with no other visible attachments?" "Shit!" Reggie said, understanding. Marybeth looked at me, and put a finger to her lips, asking me to stop talking. "Look at me," she commanded, and they all did. "To an objective observer, one who didn't know us, what women like myself, Laura and Nancy do is unconscionable. We make love to teenage girls, half our age. In my case, sometimes a third my age. If it came out, we'd go to jail for the rest of our lives. I personally am willing to accept that, if it comes. I know Nancy is too. We accept it, and keep our lips sealed about anything and everything we know. "Laura was reading a while ago about a very wonderful woman. The woman who was the spiritual founder of what we do. She noticed that gay girls, gay girls who had sex with understanding older women, did much better than their peers. They got better grades, they won more athletically, they married well, lived well, raised their families well. "That woman died two years ago. I tell you true, it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. Over two thousand women went to her funeral. The only man in the room was the pastor who conducted her memorial service. Most of us didn't know each other; we just knew that we all existed. Because of her." She pointed at Shirley. "And you, you stupid nit! You think you know so much! You think you can break the rules and it doesn't matter. Oh, you get your sex, for sure!" She pointed at Jackie. "Soulless sex, you heard it. I know for certain you know exactly what I mean. Every last one of us has been there. Where we pig out, we overload and overdo. When it becomes habit and not choice, it's just hormones and nothing else." "What's going to happen to us?" Shirley asked, now pale. I laughed nastily. "The single worst thing I can think of. You put me at personal risk by your stupidity. To quote the asshole in Karate Kid: 'No Mercy!'" "You're kicking us off the team?" Shirley's lower lip trembled. It was clear she was running way behind the curve, playing catch up. "I can't do anything. But I can recommend to Coach Howland what I think should be done with you. Like I said, I want to see you twisting in the wind. I want you to think for the rest of the lives that this was easily the most stupid thing you've ever done." Shirley looked at Nancy. "I'm sorry, Coach. We didn't think. It was a mistake." Nancy looked at me; I think she must have realized what I intended. "What, Laura, is your recommendation?" "Shirley, you're a junior?" I asked and she agreed. "And Regina, you're a sophomore?" She too agreed. "Next fall, when the tryouts are held, you will watch each of the new girls. Coach will let everyone know who makes the team. You will then pick one scrub each. You will work with that girl, and come the last day before Christmas break, there will be another set of tryouts. Your girls will try out. If they don't make the team, you're off." Marybeth spoke. "If you think you're getting off easy, you need to think about it. You are going to have to think about why you remain on the team every time you see those girls. Oh, and if you hit on them, I will personally wring your necks!" "You want to take girls on the team who aren't gay?" I spoke first. "Yes. We are going to have to work something else out. Once, being gay was enough; no one wanted to be outed. It was a very strong deterrent to breaking faith with your sisters. Now, it's no big deal. Practically meaningless. "I think it's time to leave that behind," I told them. "To steal from modern usage: we need a new paradigm." Jackie spoke up, "A pair of dimes still leaves you a nickel short of a quarter." I laughed. "Keep that up and I'll show you no quarter!" The mood of the moment was broken. For the next few minutes, one pun after another was traded, until we were all laughing so hard we couldn't think. Later, Marybeth fed us kielbasa, a form of Polish sausage, with sauerkraut for those who were brave and determined and coleslaw for those of us less stouthearted. The sausage was hot enough to leave me gasping and sweating. Not just me, either. Marybeth had her laughs about it, making snide comments about us panting and gasping at her table, sweating and fanning our faces... and not one of us was close to an orgasm. It was a memorable meal, and in spite of the exotic tastes, I enjoyed it. Funny how it works though, when it came time to clean up, the room emptied. I worked with Marybeth to do the necessary; like me, she was phlegmatic about it. "No one likes clean up." "No, but that's no excuse to avoid it." She patted me on my butt. "I love you, woman, but you see things differently than the rest of us. We all look out for number one. But not you." "You could leave, I'll finish up," I told her. She laughed. "You would, too." "Of course." "There are a thousand reasons why I like you, Laura. One near the top is that you aren't afraid to do what has to be done." I held up something that looked like a two-foot long prophylactic. "Not if I have to face Bigfoot here." "Sausage casing. You don't want to know where it comes from." "Pig guts, right?" "Pig bowel, yes." I held it up and looked at it, then smiled at Marybeth. "Do you think with holes I could play it like a kazoo?" She doubled over with laughter, then came close without touching me with her dishwater hands and kissed my nose. "Are you going to be all right with what's going to happen later? Potluck?" "So long as Jackie is free to chose, sure," I told her. Marybeth grinned. "Let's just say that Jackie and I have a prior understanding. Oh, you get free choice, too." We finished and went out to the living room. Everyone, it seemed, had gotten comfortable. Denise was necking with Reggie and Nancy and Shirley were past the necking stage and were rubbing and kissing each other's breasts. Jackie was sitting off to one side, back to reading a magazine. She looked at Marybeth and smiled. In my head, I started laughing. Seven people... three couples and Laura Alban Hunt, the third wheel. Marybeth linked her arm with mine. "About now you've realized how odd the situation is," "I do believe I have." She smiled. "I considered a real pot luck. A couple of girls who would be more than willing to be picked. I considered calling Elena. But I got a call this afternoon, and I changed all of my plans." Marybeth is an amazing person; if I had been paying attention, I'd have known it was eight o'clock on the dot. The doorbell rang and Marybeth went to get it. Nancy and Shirley hastily buttoned blouses; Denise and Reggie let go of each other. A second later, Jack Bowden came in, carrying a small suitcase, Amy with him. "Thank you very much, Coach Howland," he told Nancy. "I'm sorry to impose upon you and your friend." Marybeth spoke quietly and confidently, "We are sisters, we are there for each other. Good times and the bad." Jack turned to me. "Ann is going back on chemo tonight. It's pretty rough on her, and she asked Amy if she would mind not seeing her like that. Amy said it was okay this once, she'd spend the night with a friend. Thank you all for helping." Amy came to me and hugged me around the waist, looking up. "Mom says she has to smoke marijuana after, she doesn't want me to gete ideas, she says." I nodded to Jack. "We'll be all right." "Fred's parents didn't like it when we told them," Amy said. "We're not supposed to see each other." "I'll talk to them," I said, as did Nancy and Marybeth. Amy sighed and looked up at me. "Thank you." Jack left and we took Amy's suitcase back to my room. Amy pushed the door closed and came to me. "At the retreat, I just wanted to cuddle. Tonight... I want to spend it with you." "It's your choice," I told her. "It's always your choice." She waved at the door. "And I won't be the only one, will I?" "No," I paused, no one had said anything about it, but the earlier scene in the living room when Marybeth came out from the kitchen gave me a clue. "Amy, there is one thing. You saw the others in the living room?" "I know," she said. "We all know about sleepovers at Nancy's or Marybeth's." "We are expected to go out there and hug and kiss -- and touch -- for a while. To show solidarity." She smiled. "We do talk about how it works. I don't like people watching, but I understand. And later, when it comes time to change, I understand too." "We will stay just so long as you are comfortable," I told her. "You don't have to be with someone else if you don't want to." She smiled at me. "Jackie said we could cuddle; that's fine with me." We went into the living room; I was surprised that everyone was sitting, waiting for us. "Amy, do you want to be with Laura tonight?" Marybeth asked her. "Yes," Amy said without hesitation. "You know what we do here?" "We kiss, we touch. We come. So everyone knows. So everyone can see. Then later, we are with someone else." "That's right. Some of us like to watch others make love, some like being watched. Others of us don't care and don't like to be watched. This once, Amy, and you never have to do it again... unless you want to." "I understand." Marybeth turned and started undoing Jackie's blouse. In a moment, eight of us were bare to the waist. I kissed Amy, shutting out the others. Amy kissed back, her tongue strong and probing, her arms going around my neck. It reminded me a great deal of Elena, the strength, and the confidence. Amy's breasts were small cones, tipped by nipple and areolas that were larger than usual. I cupped them and her nipples came erect, very erect and quite large. They begged for attention, and I gave it to them, including bending down and sucking on them, alternating between them. It was Amy who unzipped my slacks, plunging her hand between my legs, seeking out my clit. I took a mental deep breath as once again my conscience warred with my desires. I'd read in the Good Book about how well the girls did in their lives, Marybeth and Nancy had both told me how well the girls did in the program. Yet, everything I'd ever heard otherwise said they would be scarred by life -- that this was a betrayal of my duties as an adult, a parent. But when Amy feathered my clit very rapidly I nearly came and, for the moment, hormones were still calling the shots. Amy kissed me again, and then kissed my ear, whispering softly as she did, "You liked that." I nodded and her finger began it's furiously fast fluttering again, a fascinating variation I'd never experienced before. I came with a sharp gasp, then a long sigh as Amy slowed down, now pushing her finger inside me. There were a few other orgasms right then too, as if mine had triggered others. Marybeth was crouched in front of Jackie; whose legs were spread wide so Marybeth could stab her repeatedly with her tongue. Nancy was once again sitting on Shirley's face, while Denise was on all fours above Reggie, her head down, so they could engage in sixty-nine. Amy met my eyes and leaned close to whisper again. "This is sexier than I thought it would be," she was almost laughing, I saw. "I'm getting all kinds of ideas for the next time I'm with Fred." I kissed her hard, and again she whispered; this time her words were nearly smothered my kiss. "Kiss me like Marybeth is kissing Jackie!" I lifted up off the couch we were on and knelt at her feet. Amy popped the snap of her jeans, and I tugged and hauled as she lifted up to let them slide down. She had a thin bush, but it was spread out over a relatively wide area; I wondered what she or Fred would think about my shaving her. I chuckled to myself as I started kissing and caressing her inner thighs, then pulling apart her full pussy lips to reach her clit, well buried in folds of skin. She tasted odd: not bad, just odd. Sour, a bit, but sweet too. It vaguely reminded me of cherries; it was definitely interesting. Her skin was pale enough and light enough for me to see blood rushing to engorge her lips, changing them from pale white to blushing pink in just a few seconds. The taste became more pronounced, and the flow of moisture increased as well. I lapped and sucked, teasing her clit alternatively with my fingers and tongue, until I slid one finger deep inside her. Amy was very small, the walls of her vagina clung to my finger like soft, toothless jaws, biting down. Amy's hips were twisting and gyrating, making it hard to keep a good rhythm, then she froze for a second, and I sucked extra hard. She gave a sharp yelp, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Then, without warning, she launched herself off the couch, pushing me onto my back kissing my hard, her hands rough on my breasts. She pushed down my slacks using one hand at a time, and I helped, wiggling free. Then she was pressing her midsection down against mine, lifting her head up. Her breasts with her fat and erect nipples rubbed mine into beautiful hardness, and while we didn't fit as well as Susan and I, it was still a good fit. I ran my hands over her bottom, once again reveling in the feel of the muscles bunched there. I returned her kiss as hard as I could. She came again, pressing down against me, and I responded by pressing back as hard as I could, as I reached a marvelous orgasm. We lay joined together, mutually limp and spent. My hand was rested on her bottom, one finger lightly in her crack. I sensed a presence, and looked up and saw Jackie, nude, standing next to us. She grinned at me. "I don't suppose I can cut in?" Amy got up lithely, bouncing like a cheerleader should. She grabbed Jackie around the waist and started kissing her as passionately as she'd kissed me. Past her, I could see Marybeth had Nancy up against a wall, her hand pumping furiously into Nancy. I grinned in memory of how good that could be. I looked further and saw Denise was sitting back, Reggie between her legs. Reggie's head moved rapidly back and forth; I could see her tongue was inside Denise, her nose rubbing Denise's clit. I saw Shirley sitting on a vacant couch, alone. I got up and sat down next to her. "You don't like me," she whispered. I shook my head. Shirley went on. "I screwed up. I could have gotten you in trouble. It could still happen." "Shirley..." I stopped, and then changed what I was going to say. "If the criteria for my liking people was whether or not they've screwed up -- I don't think I would like anyone. We don't know each other well enough to form an opinion." I saw her eyes lock on my breasts. After a second, she met my eyes again. "God, I love sex!" I reached out and ran my fingers lightly over her cheek, turning her to face me more. I gently kissed her lips. "I'm not here because I hate it." Shirley smiled and kissed back. "I want to go down on you," she murmured. I nodded and she slid off the couch and knelt at my feet, in a position I was seeing a lot of tonight. It was something I'd never thought about, much less known from experience, but I was learning about. Different people had different styles, different things they were good at. When Marybeth finger fucked you, you were left bonelessly limp, well sated. Amy could flick a clit better than anyone else. When Susan and I made love, our clits got together and made the same passionate love their owners were making. Shirley could suck a pussy as well as Marybeth could finger fuck. With Shirley, when she went down on you, you went up, up and up. Her tongue was rough and silky, hard and thrusting, a gentle touch that trembled my body. She was, I thought, a form of virtuoso, as good with her lips and tongue as any violinist or cellist. The third time she brought me off, I reached down and pulled her up. "Am I forgiven?" she asked, a smile on her face. "Not completely," I told her, "but I sure accept your apology!" "That's good, right?" I nodded. "It's as good as it gets." Amy came and snuggled down next to me, her feet curled up on the couch underneath her. "I think it's about time for Reggie and me to go," Shirley whispered. Sure enough, Reggie was sitting, chatting with Denise. Nancy was sitting on the floor with Marybeth behind her, Marybeth rubbing her back. There were goodbyes, then they got dressed and there were more, very chaste goodbyes. Jackie came and hugged me, smiled at Amy, and she too followed the others into the night. A few minutes later Nancy and Denise excused themselves and went into one of the bedrooms. Marybeth grinned at me. "Both of you look exhausted." "It's been a busy week," I told her. "Did I tell you I'm buying a new house?" She blinked. "A new house? You have a very nice one. A great kitchen." "Six bedrooms, nine bathrooms will hold more people though. I need to get a longer pool, so Elena and June Wheeler can really get up a head of steam." "You found a house already?" I laughed, "When money isn't an object, you'd be surprised at how fast it can go." She shook her head. "Come and wake me up in the morning," she told me. "That's if you get up earlier than me. If I'm awake, I'll be in my study, doing this and that." She left Amy and I alone. "Want to snuggle now?" I asked Amy after Marybeth left. "Oh, gosh! I thought I was going to fall asleep with coach!" A few minutes later we snuggled together, our arms wrapped around each other. We had one very short goodnight kiss, and then Amy closed her eyes. I stayed awake a few minutes longer. It was true; I couldn't say no if someone else said yes. And once I was aroused, I wasn't too finicky about who was saying yes. I was as eager for sex as any over-sexed teenage nympho. Was it my idea of a second childhood? Nostalgia for times past that never were? Or just plain unadulterated lust? I kissed Amy's hair. There was a difference between about the way I made love to some of the girls. Gail, Jamie and now Shirley had wanted sex. And we'd had sex. With the others, there was more to it than that. I needed to focus on what it was that was important. Was the difference important? I could see a smile on Amy's face. Did Shirley have a smile on her face tonight? Or was I just one more lover? I snugged in tighter to Amy and closed my eyes. I'll settle for smiles any day. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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