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		Jesse's Girl
                by Ann Douglas


	It was a quarter after five by the time Sean Delaney
finished up his last service call for the day.  The twenty-nine year
old photocopier repairman had been on the go since seven o'clock
and he was more than happy to call it a day.  Thankfully, he had
managed to route his calls so that the last one would only be a
twenty-minute subway ride from home.

	Walking to the train, he remembered that Valducci's Bakery
was only a block past the station and decided to take a few minutes
and stop there first.  Back when he was a kid, his parents would
drive out to Bay Ridge every Sunday morning after church for
some of their pastries.  For Sean, it was always the cookie
assortment that got his interest.  Some of those cookies, he
decided, would go great with the movie on cable he was planning to
watch tonight.

	That the weekend was upon him and he didn't have a date no
longer bothered Sean.  He'd become too accustomed to it being the
rule rather than the exception.  It wasn't that he had some
physical or other trait that repelled the opposite sex.  On the
contrary, most women formed an almost instant liking to him.
While not exceedingly handsome, he could be called cute with a
clean-shaven face and bright blue eyes.  Five foot five with dark
brown hair, Sean had a slim hundred and twenty pound build.  It
was just that he didn't have the confidence in himself to cause a
woman to look at him as anything other than just a nice guy.  The
kind of guy you'd want for your best friend.

	When he reached Valducci's, Sean found that it was more
crowded than he expected it to be on Friday night.  A lot of people
evidently had the same idea he'd had.  Still, it wasn't like he was in
a hurry to get anywhere.  He waited his turn and ordered a mixed
assortment when his number was finally called.  Handing the
salesgirl a ten-dollar bill, he barely gave the short haired blonde
more than a passing glance.  No more than she gave him, at least at
first.

	He was stuffing the change into his pant's pocket when the
salesgirl took a second, longer look at him.  This time, a look of
recognition filled her face.

	"Sean?"  she said in a voice just loud enough to be heard
over the other customers giving their orders.

	It took a moment for Sean to realize that she was speaking
to him.  Then another for him to really look at her and match up
the face with the voice which, now that he was paying attention,
was indeed familiar.

	"Angelina?"  he asked, not totally sure he was placing it
right.

	"Yes, it's me,"  she replied, stepping around the counter so
that she could get a better look at him.  "I almost didn't recognize
you."

	That was more than he could say about her.  If she hadn't
said his name, he never would've made the connection.  The
Angelina he remembered had long black hair and had been more
than a few pounds lighter.  Not that this woman, standing an inch
and  a half over him, weighed more than a hundred and thirty-five
pounds.

	"How have you been?"  he asked as she leaned forward and
gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek.

	"Fine,"  he replied as she drew back,  "but as you can see,
there're been a few changes in my life."

	"So I see,"  Sean agreed, indicating her new hair color and
style as the safest of things to point out.

	"You know that Jesse and I aren't together anymore, right?"
Angelina said, jumping right to the biggest change in her life.

	"Yes, I'd heard."

	A loud cough from behind the counter from the bakery
owners reminded Angelina that other customers were waiting.
Sean took a moment to look at the tall, graying man and got the
impression that he didn't like his employee's taking impromptu
breaks during the busiest time of the day.

	"I guess I'd better get back to work,"  Angelina said,
motioning to her boss that she'd be right there.

	"I wouldn't want to get you into trouble,"  Sean said, despite
wishing the circumstances could've allowed them to talk a little.

	"Oh don't worry about him,"  Angelina whispered as she
leaned closer so that only Sean could hear.  "His bark is a lot worse
than his bite."

	"Well it was nice seeing you again,"  Sean smiled, not wanting
to get her in trouble despite what she said about the owner.

	"Me too,"  Angelina also smiled as she turned to head back
behind the counter.

	Sean started for the door when a hand touched his
shoulder.  Turning back, he saw that Angelina was still there.

	"Why don't you give me your phone number,"  Angelina said
unexpectedly,  "maybe we can have coffee or something."

	Sean did just that, watching as she scribbled it down on a
piece of paper.  Then, promising to call him soon, she turned and
hurried back to work.

	Stepping out of the bakery and walking down the block to
the subway station, Michael's thoughts drifted back to years past
when he and Angelina had been friends.  Friends that never
would've been if she hadn't happened to be married to his best
friend.

	They'd first met when Sean was twenty and Angelina
already twenty-two, two months before she had married Jesse
Cassidy.  It was indifference at first sight, at least in her case.
Even Sean had to admit that back then he made even less of an
impression on people than he did now.  If it wasn't for the fact
that he'd grown up with her husband to be, she wouldn't have even
given him the time of day.  Which would've been quite a shame
seeing what good friends they became in the years to come.

	Growing up on the same block, Sean had learned one great
truth about Jesse Cassidy.  Despite good looks and a well
developed body that drew the attention of just about every girl in
the neighborhood, Jesse also had the undisputed ability to be a
total asshole at times.  A talent that seemed only to grow after
he'd gotten married.

	Not to say that all of their problems were his fault.
Angelina had a fair share in a number of them.  The first of course
was the fact that she'd gone to the altar pregnant, the reason
being simple carelessness.

	Not the end of the world, even back in 1984, especially since
they'd already made the decision to get married.  Poor family
planning and an inability to keep their hands off of each other
seemed to be a staple of their marriage, with Scott joining his
older brother Jesse Jr. twelve months later.  A daughter, Julie, a
few years after that, finally led to the decision to have her tubes
tied.

	But in the end, a hot sex life didn't a marriage make and
things began to fall apart after five years.  Sean had done what he
could to help, becoming as good a friend to Angelina as he had been
to Jesse.  Then, somewhere along the way, the twenty-five year
old realized he was treading on very dangerous ground.

	He'd become a confidant to both of them, listening to their
problems and learning details of their marriage that an outsider
normally wouldn't know about.  He'd learned, for example, that
Angelina had an affair with an older woman while in school,
something she never felt comfortable with telling her husband
about.  He also learned that, as their relationship began to fall
apart, Jesse had developed the habit of relieving his tensions
through the oral ministrations of a very willing girl in his office.

	That he had been the first to break the marriage vows in no
way lessened his anger when his wife followed suite and had an
affair of her own.  Sean hadn't learned of this until much later
because he'd stepped out of their life by that point.

	The reason, although not the one he'd told either of them at
the time, was that he was losing his impartiality.  More and more
he found himself on her side of arguments.  What was worse, he
found himself thinking of her in a way not conducive to just being a
friend.

	From the beginning, Sean had thought Angelina was pretty,
but she was hardly what most guys would consider beautiful.
She'd been a little on the skinny side back then, with small breasts
that were hardly enough to turn a man's head.  What really got a
man's attention was her aggressive sexuality.  Just listening to her
was enough to get Sean hard and he'd lost track of the times he'd
gone home and jerked off with her image in his head.

	Not to say that Sean had been living the life of a monk, or
had even been a virgin.  Infrequent as the times had been, he still
managed to share his bed with a woman now and then.  But none of
them, even those more conventionally beautiful, had made him as
hot as Angelina did.

	Running into Jesse in the old neighborhood one day last year,
he'd learned what had happened since he'd seen the two of them.
When Jesse told him that Angelina had an affair, Sean knew he'd
been right in leaving when he did.  If she had turned to him when
she needed someone, he wasn't sure he would've made the right
decision.  At least not the one that would've made him still both
their friend.  Things like that were important to him, or so he'd
like to think.

	As the R train pulled into the station, Sean found himself
wishing he'd never stopped off at Valducci's.  If he hadn't run into
Angelina, he wouldn't have been reminded of the downside of
those days.  It was just as well, he told himself, that she was never
going to give him that call.  If she really wanted to see him again,
she would've given him her number rather than just taking his.

				-=-=-=-

	A half hour after walking into his apartment, Sean was
sitting down to dinner.  A can of chicken a la king over rice might
not be gourmet fare, but he liked it.  Sitting in front of the
television, he had just taken his first bite when the phone rang.

	"It never fails,"  Sean thought as he decided to let the
answering machine pick up. "Just when I sit down to relax someone
always ..."

	"Hi Sean, it's Angelina,"  the familiar voice said from the
speaker,  "I was hoping to catch you at home but it is after all
Friday night and you probably have a lot better things to do than
chat with an old friend..."

	"Angie, it's me,"  Sean said, using her old nickname as he
grabbed the receiver,  "I just walked in the door."

	Listening to her say how glad she was that she caught him,
Sean wondered why he felt the need to lie to her about what he
was doing.  It wasn't as if he was ashamed about the life he led.

	"... so I was thinking,"  Angelina went on,  "if you don't have
any plans, maybe you'd like to come over for a late dinner and we
could catch up.  I understand that it's really short notice and you
must already have ..."

	"No, that would be great,"  Sean interrupted her.

	"Are you sure?"  Angelina asked.

	"Absolutely,"  Sean insisted.  "I didn't have anything planned
that couldn't wait until tomorrow."

	This time he was telling the truth.  It wasn't like the movie
he was planning to watch wouldn't be on at least a dozen other
times in the next week.

	"Would eight o' clock be all right?"

	"That would be fine,"  Sean answered.

	Angelina quickly gave him her address, which he recognized
as the apartment that she and Jesse had been living in when they
were married.  It was a great home for the kids, so it made sense
that she'd kept it.

	"Can I bring anything?"  Sean asked.

	"Just your appetite,"  Angelina assured him.

	Hanging up the phone, Sean picked up his plate and headed
for the kitchen.  He scraped the plate into the trash, thinking that
it was a pity that he hated rice when it was heated up as leftovers.
Not wasting food was something his mother had repeatedly drilled
into him when he was growing up.

	Deciding a shower and a change of clothes was in order, he
stripped off the pants and shirt he'd worn during the day and
turned on the water.  Dropping his clothes into the hamper, he was
surprised to discover that beneath his briefs he had suddenly
grown hard.

	"I guess she still has that effect on me,"  he laughed as he
considered how silly that sounded after all this time.

	Pausing before he stepped under the hot water, Sean
reached down and ran his fingers along the length of his seven-inch
cock.  Seeing the effect just talking to her on the phone had on
him, it might not be a bad idea to dampen his hormones before
heading over there.  Given his recent dry spell, it had, he
remembered, been over four months since he'd gotten laid, it
didn't take long at all for him to take care of business.  That out of
the way, he stepped into the shower.  As he washed the after
effects off his body, he only felt a little guilty that it had been
Angelina's face he had visualized as he jerked off.

	Soon enough he was dressed and out the door and as he
headed over to the avenue to catch the bus, he decided to stop at
Freedman's Ice Cream Pallor and pick up some dessert.  Despite
what Angelina said, he could hardly show up empty handed and
somehow bringing the cookies from Valducci's didn't seem right.

	It took a few minutes to recall, but he remembered all the
kid's favorites and got a pint of each, as well as one of pistachio
that he knew Angelina loved.  Hopefully the bus would be on time
and nothing would melt.

	It was on time for a change and fifteen minutes later he was
standing in front of the six-family building he used to visit like a
second home.  Ringing the bell, he only had to wait a few seconds
before he was buzzed in and he walked up the familiar stairs to
the second floor left apartment.

	"I hope I'm not too early,"  Sean said as Angelina opened the
door.

	Seeing her standing there in a T-shirt and shorts, Sean was
glad he'd dressed just as casually, having tossed on a polo shirt and
jeans.  One thing hadn't changed over the years he was glad to see.
Because of her small bust size, Angelina hardly ever bothered with
a bra.

	"You're right on time,"  Angelina said as he stepped inside,
"I was just about to take dinner out of the oven and ...  what are
those?"  she asked, taking note of the bags in his arm.

	"I stopped at Freedman's for dessert,"  Sean smiled.  "I
hope I remembered what everyone liked."

	"Oh Sean, I should've told you,"  Angelina said in an
apologetic tone.  "This is Jesse's weekend to have the kids, he
picked them up an hour ago to take over to his mother's."

	"That's okay,"  Sean replied, trying to hide his
disappointment.  "We can just put it all in the freezer and they can
have it during the week."

	"I know they're going to be so sorry to have missed you,"
Angelina continued as she picked up the bags and headed for the
refrigerator.  "They all really like you."

	"It's okay, I'm sure there'll be another time."

	"Look on the bright side,"  Angelina smiled as she closed the
freezer door,  "with no little kids around you can tell me all the
sexy details of your love life.  A cute guy like you must be getting
laid just about every night of the week."

	"Only if you count in my dreams,"  Sean laughed,
remembering how open Angelina was in her conversation.

	"I find that hard to believe,"  she laughed as well.  "While
I'm here, would you like a beer to go with dinner?"

	Sean said that would be fine and Angelina took two bottles
from the refrigerator.  Setting them on the table, she insisted
that he take a seat at the table and let her serve the dinner,
brushing aside his offer to help.

	"Nonsense, you're my guest,"  she said as she removed a
casserole dish from the oven.  "This is all very last minute so I
hope you don't mind macaroni and cheese."

	"That happens to be one of my favorite dishes,"  he assured
her.

	"You're a liar and you know it,"  Angelina grinned as she set it
on the center of the table,  "but I'll let you get away with it this
time as not to hurt my feelings."

	"This is really good,"  Sean said as he took his first mouthful
of macaroni.

	"Thank you,"  she said as she took a taste of her own.  "Do
you know that when I first met you, the only appliance I knew how
to use in the kitchen was the phone to order take out.  With three
kids, that was the first thing that had to change."

	"Yeah, I remember,"  Sean replied, thinking that the woman
across from him had been a real Italian Princess back then.

	"So tell me, what are you doing now?"  she asked.

	It didn't take long for Sean to recount the story of his life,
such as it was.  Then the conversation shifted to people they both
knew, which of course included her now ex-husband, Jesse.

	"Jesse had mentioned that he'd run into you a few months
ago,"  Angelina said as she took a long drink from her beer.  "So I
guess he gave you the lowdown on what happened between us."

	"Well his version at least,"  Sean said, trying to be
diplomatic.  It would hardly be polite dinner conversation to refer
to his hostess as `that cheating bitch' , which was the nicest of the
terms Jesse had used.

	"I'll bet,"  Angelina laughed,  "and you know what, I'll bet
part of it was even true."

	"Truth is sometimes a matter of perception,"  Sean noted as
he finished up his meal.

	"So now you're a philosopher,"  Angelina noted in return.

	"Well you know I like to read a lot,"  came his reply.

	"I remember,"  Angelina grinned as she cleared the last of
her plate.  "I think you used to read more in a week than I did in a
year."

	"Not everyone is a reader,"  Sean offered in the way of a
balm,  "especially not in the age of video."

	"That's one thing I always liked about you,"  Angelina
countered as she cleared the table.  "You always said the nicest
things to a girl."

	Sean just laughed.

	"Why don't you get us some fresh beers and I'll meet you on
the couch,"  Angelina suggested as she put the dishes in the sink.
"We can continue the sad story of Jesse and Angelina."

	"It wasn't all sad was it?"  Sean asked as Angelina joined him
on the couch, taking one of the cold beers he had gotten from the
fridge.

	"No, not all sad,"  Angelina said as she took a long pull on the
bottle.  "There were some good times too, especially in the
beginning.  They just seemed to be less and less as the years went
by.  Toward the end, it seemed like all we had in common was great
sex.  Then at the very end, we were having it with different
people."

	Not wanting to comment on that aspect in case there was
something Jesse had told him that Angelina still didn't know, Sean
just drank his beer and let her go on.  Which she did for the next
ten minutes, telling him all the details of her own affair and what
she knew of Jesse's.

	"You know, I really missed this,"  Angelina said as she got up
to get two fresh bottles.  "You and I just sitting and talking.  I
could tell you anything and I know you would never tell anyone
else."

	"Well, I think it's important to keep someone's trust if they
give it to you."

	"There are few guys like you left, Sean,"  Angelina said as
she handled him another bottle, even though his was only half
empty.

	They drank together in silence for a few minutes, then
Angelina picked up almost where she'd left off.

	"You're also a lot more understanding than most men,"
Angelina went on.  "Jesse would've had a shit fit if he ever knew
about that fling I had with Ms. Johnson back when I was modeling
clothes in high school.  He can be really homophobic at times you
know, and she was most definitely a dyke."

	"Well he wasn't an angel back then either,"  Sean pointed
out, "and anyway, that was before the two of you met."

	"You're not telling me that Jesse had some dark skeletons in
his past that I don't know about, are you,"  Angelina exclaimed, her
face lighting up, "maybe a little boy/boy play somewhere way back
when?"

	"No, at least none that I know of,"  Sean answered, realizing
a few moments later that she was pulling his leg.

	"Too bad,"  Angelina said, making a face as she did,  "if he
had it might've changed the course of our marriage."

	"I don't understand,"  Sean said, more than a little confused.

	"Well I didn't share every secret with you back then,"
Angelina smiled,  "but I guess there's no reason to keep this one
anymore."

	Filled with curiosity, Sean took another long drink and
waited for Angelina to again continue her story.  It turned out to
be one well worth waiting for.

	"Back when things began to fall apart, not long before you
stepped out of the picture, Jesse and I did make one last attempt
to put it all back together,"  she began, pausing twice to take a
drink.  "Unfortunately, we did that by concentrating on what did
work in our marriage - namely our sex life.  Somehow, we got the
foolish idea that if we spice up that, everything else would sort of
fall in place."

	"Spice it up how?"

	"Well it was little things at first, playing games and then
later we also started using toys,"  Angelina answered.

	"Can I ask what kind of toys?"  Sean wondered.

	"Vibrators, sometimes restraints, eventually even dildos,"
she answered.

	Sean let out a loud sigh as not to let out that he'd already
heard some of this before.

	"Then we got a little kinky..."  Angelina continued.

	"Then they got a little kinky?"  Sean thought, totally
enthralled by the additional revelations.

	"... We had a three-way with another woman."

	"Anyone I know?"  Sean asked automatically, then apologized
for asking.

	"No reason why I shouldn't tell you now,"  Angelina
countered,  "it was Wendy."

	"Wendy,"  Sean repeated,  "Wendy Harris?"

	"The one and only."

	"Wow."

	Wendy Harris was to Angelina what Sean had been to Jesse,
best friends.  The two had been inseparable for most of their
lives, until Wendy finally met the guy of her dreams on a European
vacation and moved to London with him.

	"It turned out that Jesse's aversion to same sex contact
didn't extend to a menage-a-trois with his wife and her maid of
honor,"  Angelina laughed.  "He got so turned on when he saw me go
down on Wendy that he pretty much came right then and there.
But of course he was able to get it right up again at the prospect
of fucking Wendy."

	Remembering how hot Wendy looked the first time he had
met her at the rehearsal dinner,  Sean could well understand
Jesse's reaction.

	"It was funny when I thought about it later, but he never
even stopped to consider why it was so easy for me and Wendy to
make love to each other,"  Angelina said.  "It was like he just
assumed that every girl was automatically into each other."

	"Some guys are dumb enough to think that,"  Sean grinned as
he finished off his beer, then thought to ask, "does that mean that
you and Wendy had ..."

	"Not like me and Ms. Johnson,"  Angelina explained,  "but we
had made out a few times when we were in school, just kissing and
stuff.  Nothing really heavy."

	"Oh,"  Sean replied, declining with a wave of his hand
Angelina's offer of another bottle.  "But I'm getting  a little
confused here.  What did you and Jesse sleeping with Angelina
have to do with what you said before about it might've been better
if Jesse had played around with a guy?"

	"I'm coming to that part,"  Angelina explained, putting her
own bottle down and deciding that she'd had enough as well.

	Sean, meanwhile, wished she hadn't mentioned coming, seeing
as the images her revelations had filled his mind with had also
given him one hell of a hard on.  Like Jesse in her story, it wouldn't
take much more for him to stain his underwear.

	"After we'd had our little fling with Wendy,"  Angelina
started again,  "I wanted to do it again.  Only this time, I wanted
the third party to be a guy.  I'd never been fucked by two guys at
once and really wondered what it was like."

	"And Jesse had a big problem with that,"  Sean concluded,
knowing his friend as he did.

	"Not at first,"  Angelina said surprisingly.  "I guess the idea
of watching me and another guy kind of turned him on.  I've heard
a lot of guys get off on watching their wife or girlfriend service
another guy, I was just a little surprised that Jesse would be one
of them."

	"Then what happened?"

	"Well, I guess I made the mistake of ..., no it wasn't a
mistake since I was just speaking my mind about it."

	Sean was confused again.

	"I simply pointed out to Jesse that if we were going to have
another three-way, I expected it to be a real three-way and not
just him and another guy fucking me,"  she explained.  "After all, it
wasn't just Wendy and I doing him."

	"Now I understand,"  Sean said as the cloud in his head
cleared.

	"I mean, I didn't expect him to bend over and let the other
guy fuck his ass,"  Angelina said, her tone suggesting to Sean that
despite what she said, that was something she would indeed have
liked to see,  "but I did expect him to at least go down on him, and
vice-versa."

	"And then it was downhill from there?"  Sean asked.

	"Well, not right away,"  Angelina replied.  "In fact, we did
talk about the possibility for a month or so.  But once we started
fighting about that, the floodgates opened and all the other
argument came pouring out as well.  Then we both turned to other
people and you know the rest."

	Sean sat there for a few moments, wondering what do you
say after a story like that.  Then he realized he still had a question
he was curious about.

	"Angie,"  He said hesitantly,  "if you don't mind my asking,
I'm just curious about who you were planning to have as the guest
star in your second menage?  I mean, if you were talking about it
that long, you must've had someone in mind."

	"I thought you might be curious,"  Angelina laughed, picking
up her bottle and despite what she had decided a few minutes
before, drained the last of it.

	Then, picking up Sean's bottle as well, she walked over to the
garbage pail next to the kitchen counter and dropped both in.
Turning back, she started to give him an answer.

	"Well obviously, we couldn't ask our best man,"  she said,
"not with it having been Jesse's brother.  That would've been a
little too kinky even for me."

	That was a relief, Sean thought, because Scott Cassidy had
indeed been one of the names that, improbable as it might seem at
first, had flashed through his mind.  He now wondered if he was
right in the other name that had popped up with Scott's.  Jonathan
Armstrong was almost as close a friend to the two of them had
he'd been, and he was the one that Angelina had the affair with.

	"I bet you think it was Jonathan, don't you?"  Angelina said
as she sat down next to him.

	"Actually yes,"  Sean admitted, thinking now that had to be
wrong from the way she said it.

	"That's a pretty good guess, especially since I did fuck him
later on,"  Angelina said,  "but he would've been all wrong for a
menage.  I could never imagine Jesse ever getting comfortable
enough with Jon to ever just get naked with him, much less play
around."

	"Then who?"  Sean asked, figuring that since she was talking
about it, it was a question she was willing to answer.

	"I can't believe you can't guess."

	"Was it someone I knew?"

	"Yes, you knew him quite well."

	Mentally, Sean tried to run down the names of people from
their circle of a few years ago.  He even reviewed what he
remembered of Angelina's neighbors, thinking that they might've
been more comfortable with someone who actually wasn't that
close.  But who in that category would he have known that well?

	"All right, it's obvious that you're not going to get it so I
guess I'll just have to tell you,"  Angelina grinned.  "It was you,
silly."

	"Me?"  Sean said in disbelief.

	"Yes, you,"  Angelina repeated.  "Do you find that so
shocking?"

	"I ... I'm not sure."

	"You can't tell me that back then, you didn't want to fuck me
in the worst way,"  Angelina added.

	"Yes,  I mean no, I mean I wouldn't have,"  Sean babbled.

	"It's okay, Sean, I always knew how you felt about me,"  she
said, moving closer and taking hold of his arm to show it didn't
bother her.  "In fact, I later realized that most of that was my
fault. I must've sent you home more times that I could count with a
case of blue balls, parading half naked around the apartment and
sharing my most intimate secrets."

	"You knew?"

	"Well eventually,"  Angelina said.  "but not until after you
disappeared from our life.  I mean I guess I always knew, but
didn't know what I knew."

	"I understand."

	"So can I ask a question now?"

	"Of course."

	"If I had asked you, what would you have said?"

	"I'm not sure I understand what you're asking,"  Sean said in
reply, unsure if she was still talking about the menage-a-trois or
just sleeping with her in general.

	"Me and Jesse,"  Angelina clarified.  "If we had asked you,
what would you have said."

	"I guess I would've said yes,"  Sean replied, wondering if
that would've indeed been his answer.

	"Even with what I said about my wanting Jesse and the guy
we were with to play around as well?"  she added.  "I'm just curious
about your reaction to something like that.  Or is that something
that you've actually done?"

	"No, I haven't,"  Sean answered.  "Not that I think there's
anything wrong about what anyone does with someone else.  It's
just not something I've ever been in a position to try."

	"So you would've been cool about being with Jesse and me?"
Angelina repeated, extremely curious about the might have been.

	"I guess I would've been okay with it,"  Sean said, now more
sure about his answer.  "After all, with you in bed with us, it
wouldn't be like it was just me and another guy."

	"That's exactly what I tried to get Jesse to see,"  Angelina
exclaimed,  "but he couldn't see it that way."

	Sean could see Jesse not being able to see it that way.

	"You left because you were afraid that the two of us were
going to wind up in bed, didn't you?"  Angelina abruptly asked,
changing the subject.

	"What?"  Sean asked, caught off guard by the change.

	"I said you left because you were afraid I was going to turn
to you when everything went to hell, didn't you?"

	"Yes,"  Sean admitted.

	"And you didn't want to be the reason our marriage collapsed
for good, even thought it was already over by that point."

	Sean nodded his head.

	"You could always have said no,"  Angelina pointed out.

	Sean took a deep breath and then said,  "No I couldn't have."

	"Most guys I knew would've jumped at the chance to get into
my pants,"  Angelina noted,  "God knows Jonathan didn't hesitate
when the opportunity arose, and he was godfather to one of our
kids."

	"As was I,"  Sean couldn't help but think, not that it might've
stopped him either.

	The look on his face told Angelina that Sean was ashamed of
the thought that if he'd still been around, he might have been the
one instead.

	"I'm glad you weren't the one,"  Angelina said as she leaned
close.  "Because that would mean that both Jesse and I would've
lost you as a friend.  And that meant a lot more to me than just a
few meaningless romps."

	"Me too,"  Sean admitted.

	"It feels good to get all that into the open, doesn't it?"
Angelina asked.

	"Actually it does,"  Sean said, feeling sense of relief about it
all.

	"So I guess there's only one thing that I'm still curious
about,"  Angelina said.

	"What's that?"  Sean asked, wondering what else could be
left.

	"Well I know it's been a long time, but are you still
interested in fucking me?"

				-=-=-=-

	Sean's mouth opened in astonishment, sure he had heard
wrong.  But before he could even react or seek some kind of
clarification, the woman he'd lusted after from afar was all over
him.  Any words he might've uttered were abruptly cut off as her
lips pressed against his and her tongue snaked into his mouth.  At
the same time, her left hand ran down his chest and didn't stop
until it was firmly between his legs.

	"Hmmm, this is impressive,"  Angelina said as she closed her
hand around Sean's semi-erect cock, rubbing it through the
material of his pants.

	She didn't give him time to think about what was happening
or even get over the shock of it.  Angelina brought her other hand
down, never stopping the actions of her mouth and tongue while
she did, and made short work of the belt and zipper holding up his
pants.  She tugged hard on the sides of his pants, causing him to
instinctively lift his ass off the seat of the couch just enough that
she could pull them down.  Another quick tug and both they and the
underwear beneath slid down his legs.

	"Angelina I ..."  Sean started to say, only to be cut off as
Angelina replaced her lips with the flat of her fingers as to say
hush.

	She needed her hand because her mouth was now otherwise
occupied.  Her head dropped and her lips closed around the head of
Sean's cock.  Her tongue swirled around the tip for a brief
moment, then she moved further down and swallowed it whole.

	It would've taken a lot stronger man than Sean to ask her to
stop now as a rush of euphoria washed over his body.  In fact, a
man would've had to be gay or sworn to celibacy and there might be
some doubt as to the reactions of the latter.  Angelina's fingers
closed around his balls, massaging them as her tongue tickled its
way up and down his length.  Countless nights Sean had fantasized
what this might be like and he was quickly found that the reality
was more overwhelming that he could've imagined.

	"Oh God, Angie, yes ..."  he managed to say as he once more
found his voice.

	Angelina's face filled with a smile as she continued to suck
his cock with unbridled enthusiasm.  She too had oftentimes
wondered what it might've been like with her ex-husband's best
friend so the reality of it was no less exciting for her.

	Angelina had given her first blow job at a tenth grade
birthday party, to an older boy whose name she had long since
forgotten.  In the years since, she never found a more satisfying
feeling than having a man's cock grow hard in her mouth.  Unless of
course it was the even greater rush she got as that cock exploded.

	A rush she knew she didn't have long to wait for.  Sean,
previously excited before he walked in the door and made more so
by their conversation, was already on the edge of climax.  She
could feel his body reacting to her efforts and experience allowed
her to read those signs like a well-marked roadmap.

	"Let me know before you come,"  Angelina paused just long
enough to say, then went right back to her fervent efforts.

	That warning was something Sean really didn't need to be
told.  Without exception, every woman who had ever gone down on
him had also cautioned him about coming in her mouth.

	"I'm going to ..."  Sean blurted out almost too late as he felt
the first rush of orgasm deep inside.

	Overwhelmed by the sweet delight of that eruption, he
didn't realize, at least not at first, that Angelina had made no
attempt to release her mouth's hold on his cock.  In fact, she'd
responded to his warning by taking him even deeper inside, even as
his release spurted outward.

	"Oh shit, Angelina I'm sorry,"  Sean cried out when his brief
euphoria wore off and he realized his warning had come to late.

	"What for?"  Angelina grinned as she wiped her mouth with
her hand and then licked the residue off her fingers.  "That was
delicious.  If I'd knew you tasted that good I might've done that a
lot sooner."

	"You're really not mad?"  Sean asked, thinking how furious
any of the other women would've been if he'd come in their mouth.

	"Do I sound like I'm mad?"  Angelina said as she lifted
herself up and gave him a deep soul kiss.

	Sean was started for a second to taste himself on her
tongue, but then just gave in to the sweetness of her mouth
against his.  This was, he thought, the first time anyone had ever
given him what his friends called a CBJ, a complete blow job.

	"You really do have a beautiful cock,"  Angelina said after
their kiss as she playfully stoked the now semi-hard organ,  "much
nicer than Jesse's.  I can see why he might not have wanted me to
see it and then compare it to his."

	That got Sean to thinking of the many times he'd seen his
friend's cock in the showers and locker rooms back in their school
days.  Not that he spent a great deal of time looking at other boy's
equipment, but most guys would sneak a quick peek when they
thought no one was looking to see how they stacked up.  Try as he
could, he couldn't picture Jesse's or remember how it might've
differed from his own.

	"Yeah right,"  Sean laughed, thinking that was the best
response he could make, like it never occurred to him to compare
cocks.

	Angelina laughed too, continuing to play with his cock for a
few more long seconds.  Then she suggested he pull up his pants
and they take it to the bedroom where they'd be more
comfortable.

	That was a suggestion Sean was more than ready to agree
with.

				-=-=-=-

	Angelina's bedroom was pretty much the same as he
remembered it from his last visit to the apartment years before.
The obvious difference was the absence of anything he
remembered as having belonged to Jesse.  Thinking again of his old
friend, Sean was also reminded that the bed in front of him was
the one that Jesse and Angelina had made love in for years.

	"We could use one of the kid's rooms or go back out on the
sofa if this is too strange for you,"  Angelina said a few moments
later as she guessed the reason for the look of concern on his
face.

	"No, that would be even stranger,"  Sean replied in
reference to using the kid's room, then silently reminded himself
that anything from this point on was strange after just having his
cock in the mouth of a woman at who's wedding he'd been an usher.
"This will be okay."

	"Great, because that sofa really isn't all that comfortable
either,"  Angelina said in regard to the other option as she pulled
him close and kissed him again.

	The kiss was just as hungry as those in the living room and
as they played dueling tongues once more, eager hands began to
tug at each other's clothing.  Sean's shirt came up and over his
head, dropping to the floor as Angelina ran her fingers across his
lightly haired chest.

	"That feels nice,"  Sean murmured as the tips of her fingers
found his nipples and squeezed them.

	"I bet this feels even nicer,"  Angelina purred as she leaned
in and replaced her fingers with her mouth and tongue.

	The soft moans spilling from Sean's mouth showed that it
did indeed.

	Even as Angelina's tongue played with his nipples, her hands
were already busy again undoing Sean's pants.  Quickly released
from their restraints, his pants fell to the floor where he just as
quickly stepped out of them.  Sliding her hands inside the elastic
of his briefs, Angelina had them off just as easily.

	Talented fingers closed on his manhood, expertly bringing it
back to full life.  Angelina stroked his length one last time, then
gently guided Sean back onto the bed where she helped him
complete disrobing by taking off his shoes and socks.

	"Not bad, not bad at all,"  Angelina whistled as she took a
large step back and took in his now naked body.  "I always figured
you were hiding a nice body under those God-awful clothes you
used to wear."

	Sean's total lack of fashion back when they'd first met had
been a source of amusement to Angelina.  Since then, he'd
improved his wardrobe and his sense of what was appropriate with
the help of a few female friends.

	Sean watched attentively as Angelina took hold of the
bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it off, revealing her naked chest
beneath.  Her breasts were small as he well knew, but their size
was in near perfect proportion to the rest of her body.  It was
proportion that Sean appreciated most, not a pair of oversized
melons.  Nipples as thick as the tip of his pinkie stood out almost a
half inch from the center of dark pink circles, reminding the brown
haired man of all the time he'd spent staring at them pressed
against the too tight shirts that Angelina liked to wear.

	Leaning forward, Angelina undid her shorts next and slid
them down her legs, dropping them next to the backless shoes she
had already slipped out of.  The pink panties she wore were so
small as to be practically nonexistent and she concealed what they
didn't with her crossed hands.  Turning around, she lowered the
undergarment, giving an even more riveted Sean a clear view of the
cheeks of her ass.

	She looked over her shoulder and smiled, then turned
around and gave him the full front view.  Sean's eyes grew even
larger as he saw that her pussy was totally hairless.  He had never
seen that on a woman before, at least not outside of a men's
magazine.

	"I hope you're not disappointed,"  Angelina said as she stood
totally naked only a few feet in front of him, knowing from the
look on his face that he was anything but.

	Not expecting a response, Angelina crossed the small
distance between them and leaned over Sean, kissing him softly
and forced him down on the bed as she lowered her body onto his.
He began kissing her harder as she felt his tongue against her lips
and opened them to admit it.  Warm hands cupped her breasts,
rubbing the excited nipples and bringing a loud moan from Angelina.

	After one more kiss, Angelina lifted herself so that Sean
could drop his mouth down to her closest breast, kissing the nipple
for a few seconds then closing his lips around it.  His hand closed
around her fullness as he guided it further into his mouth.
Angelina sighed loudly as he sucked and teased her areola, loving it
deeply before letting it go completely and shifting his focus to its
twin, giving it the same thoughtful attention.  Alternating between
tiny kisses and playful bites, moving back and forth between her
mounds, Sean soon had ecstatic surges racing across her body.

	"Oh yeah, baby, suck my tits,"  Angelina cried out as she
arched her back to give him better access.  "I know you've wanted
to for so long."

	As Sean continued to suckle at her mounds, fulfilling a
hundred night's fantasies, Angelina reached down between their
bodies and closed her fingers around his hard cock.  She worked
her fingers up and down, cupping his balls and giving both them and
the thick shaft above them playful tugs.

	They were just enough to get his full attention and Angelina
took advantage of the pause to drop down off the bed and onto
her knees, pulling Sean back up into a sitting position.  Once he was
in place, she again took him into her mouth, exhibiting the same
spirited application she had expressed before.  The thrill of
conquest was once more upon her as she felt his hardness slide
pass her tongue to the recesses of her mouth, even as she savored
the intoxicating scent of his maleness.

	Leaving her hand to continue to stroke his hardness,
Angelina shifted to his balls.  Sucking them like the gumballs she
used to get from the candy machine, she slipped them one at a
time into her mouth, ticking then with the tip of her tongue.

	Eventually she returned to his cock, sliding it in and out of
her mouth, causing the fires within Sean to rise once more.  She
let them come to the edge of a boil, then drop to just a simmer.
There were too many other treats to taste to let him come once
more to fruition just yet.

	`Turn over,"  she practically ordered Sean as she let his cock
slide out of her mouth.

	Not sure what she intended, but unwilling to stop and ask,
Sean did just that after only a few moments consideration.  He
rolled onto his stomach and spread out across the bed, his legs
stretching down to the hard wood floor.

	Angelina climbed back on top of him and kissed the back of
his neck, rubbing her breasts into his back as she did.  Closing his
eyes to just enjoy the sensation, Sean decided he could get to like
this real quick.

	Angelina began to work her way downward, covering his body
with kisses from her mouth, soft and hard caresses from her
hands and the warmth of her breasts against his skin. Crossing his
waist, she ran one hand over each of his asscheeks, then followed
with a string of kisses on each.  All the while, Sean was quite
content to just lay there and delight in her touch.

	Spreading and lifting his legs just a bit, Angelina worked her
tongue in between the cheeks of his ass.  With her hands clearing
the way, she continued inward until the tip of her tongue was
pressing against his asshole.

	Sean jumped slightly as he felt her penetrate him in a way
no one had ever done before.  She continued to thrust her tongue
deep inside him until his passage was wet and slippery.  Then,
leaving one hand to hold everything in place, she brought her left
hand around and slipped in her middle finger, having taken a
moment to wet it with her mouth beforehand.

	Another swell of excitement raced through Sean, tempered
by a slight fear.  He knew that some guys considered anything to
do with their assholes to be a sign of gayness, even if a girl was
doing it.  But that wasn't what concerned him.

	One of the sexual secrets he'd become privy to during Jesse
and Angelina's marriage was that fact that she sometimes used a
strap-on.  Jesse and he had gone out one night and after more than
one too many beers, his old friend had confided that secret.  When
he'd first heard it, it had been hard for him to believe it or see
Jesse as that kind of guy.  Sean didn't think it gay or anything, but
wasn't sure how he would handle it if Angelina brought out her
favorite toy.

	To his relief, after playing with his ass a while longer,
Angelina shifted her attention to the rich wetness between her
own legs.  Leaving only her tongue to pleasure Sean, she'd replaced
her right hand with her left and moved the former down between
her legs.  There, with only the slightest of efforts, she'd guided
two fingers far inside herself and had begun to masturbate.  In no
time at all, ripples of delight were washing over her.  Ripples that
grew in intensity with each passing minute, reverberating across
every inch of her body until her fingers were no longer enough.

	Lifting herself away from Sean, she told him to roll over
again, which he did this time without hesitation.  Once he was on
his back, Angelina climbed back on the bed.  She straddled his
body, facing frontward and moved up the bed until her knees were
on both sides of his head.  Then she lowered herself so that her
pussy was pressed right against his mouth.

	A man would have to be a total moron not to know what was
supposed to happen next and Sean was far from that.  He quickly
went to work with his tongue, driving it far up inside her to seek
out all of her pleasure spots.  Angelina lent a hand, both of them in
fact as she held her sugar walls open to give him the most access.
She also guided his efforts with soft moans and sighs in a very
adult version of hot and cold.

	Sean might not have been the most skilled cunnilingist
around, but between the head start Angelina had given him,
coupled with her direction, he didn't have to be.  Honeyed nectar
covered both her bare mound and his face, a feast far removed
and much more appreciated then the macaroni and cheese he'd
been served earlier.

	"God, Sean, you are so fuck'in great,"  Angelina cried out as
his tongue rubbed once more against her clit and she surrendered
to the waves of ecstasy breaking upon her.  "Lick my pussy, you're
doing it so good!"

	Somewhere around this time, Sean realized that Angelina
had again shifted one of her hands and was once more playing with
his cock and balls.  One further incentive to do the best he could
do, not that he needed it.

	In all his illicit dreams of Angelina, Sean never imagined it
could be this fantastic.  Every bit of envy he had once held as far
as Jesse was concerned had been proven true.  As he put every
effort into bringing Angelina pleasure, no matter the cost, he now
also understood why his friend would do anything she asked.

	"I can't wait anymore..."  Angelina yelled as she released his
head from tight between her legs.  "I need you inside of me ...
Now!"

	Taking total control of the situation, Angelina lifted herself
up and shifted position so that Sean's cock was now poised directly
beneath her saturated pussy.  She took hold of his shaft, pointing
it upward as she dropped down, directing it into her waiting and
eager womanhood.

	"Fuck me, Sean,"  Angelina screamed in a fury fueled by her
passions, "Fuck me as hard as you can!"

	Sweat pouring down his back, mirroring that also which
covered Angelina, Sean took a firm grip on Angelina's sides and
plunged into her again and again, each thrust harder than the last.
One arm outstretched, Angelina braced herself against the
headboard as she brought the other down between her legs.
Nimble, well-trained fingers added to her gratification, pushing
her even further along the road to Elysium.  A goal she knew was
only a short sprint away.

	She screamed something loudly, but Sean was too lost in his
desire to understand what it had been.  It was only the third time
that she said it that the meaning of her words finally sunk in.

	"... my ass,"  Angelina cried as she squirmed atop Sean as to
disengage herself.  "I want you to fuck my ass!"

	Sean froze for a second, that was something he had never
done before - never even imagined doing.  But the second passed
and without even thinking about it any further, he pulled his cock
out of her pussy and pressed it deep into her even tighter ass.

	Faster and harder he rammed into her, and with each
motion, Angelina grew  more excited.  Cries of encouragement and
delight filled the room, but Sean no longer heard them.  He was
concentrating so much on the moment that he wouldn't even have
noticed if the walls had come crashing down.

	But it wasn't the bedroom walls that thundered asunder, but
the barriers that held back both their orgasms.  Even as Sean
exploded into her ass, Angelina, whose hand had picked up at her
pussy where Sean had left off, climaxed as well.

	Their bodies collapsed against each other, quaking with
passions held in check for years past.  It was a moment both had
many times imagined and neither would ever forget.  One that each
took the time to savor to the extreme.

				-=-=-=-

	They slept naked in each other's arms, and come the
morning, after a quick shower, made love one more time.  This time
with Sean getting to fuck her pussy to the end.  If there was
anything lacking in their second encounter, neither of them was
about to complain.  Both knew there could only be one first time.

	"I can't believe how lucky it was that I decided to stop at
Valducci's yesterday,"  Sean said as he laid back against the pillows,
watching a naked Angelina walk across the room.

	"Luck is sometimes like that,"  Angelina smiled back as she
turned and gave him another good look at the breasts he had
admired for so long.  "Good or bad, it usually comes when you least
expect it."

	"Well in this case it was definitely good,"  Sean offered as
he pulled the sheet off him and sat up on the edge of the bed.

	"I hope you always think of it that way,"  Angelina countered
with a strange inflection in her voice.

	"What do you say we get dressed and I'll take you out to
breakfast?"  Sean suggested, ignoring the odd tone.  "In fact, why
don't we spend the whole day together and we can talk about how
we're going to tell the kids and Jesse.  I'm sure they'll both be
happy for us."

	"I'm afraid that wouldn't be a very good idea, Sean,"
Angelina answered as she searched the floor for where she'd
discarded her panties the night before.

	"Why not?"  he asked, feeling a little confused.

	"I'm sort of engaged,"  Angelina replied, not even looking up
as she picked up her panties from where they had been pushed
under the night table.

	"Sort of?"  Sean asked further, now even more confused.

	"Well, I've been asked, but I haven't exactly said yes yet,
although I'm pretty sure I'm going to,"  Angelina explained as she
looked at the condition of her undergarment and decided a fresh
pair was definitely in order.

	"Who is he?" a stunned Sean continued as he got up out of
bed and walked over to the woman he'd made love to twice in the
last few hours.

	"His name is Adam,"  Angelina said as she put on a white pair
of regular cotton briefs from her top drawer.  "you saw him
yesterday afternoon in the bakery,"

	"The guy behind the counter?  Sean asked as the pieces
began to fall together.  "You're dating your boss?"

	"Well actually, in the beginning, I was just fucking him,"
Angelina explained as she took a short red silk robe off the hook
behind the door and wrapped herself in it,  "but he wanted more
out of our  relationship and it's worked out pretty well.  He's really
a nice guy and he totally loves the kids.  That's something for me
to consider.  His first marriage crumbled because he couldn't have
kids of his own."

	"I love your kids,"  Sean said, even though he knew that he
hadn't seen them in the longest time.

	"I know you do, dear,"  Angelina smiled,  "but trust me when
I say that you're not ready for an instant family, especially not
mine.  They're not the angels you might think you remember them
as."

	"Then what was all this about?"  he asked, his outstretched
hand making a sweeping motion toward the bed where they'd spent
the night together.

	"It was a number of things,"  Angelina said as she finally
turned and gave him her full attention.  "A last fling for me, for
one thing, and I guess more importantly, a chance for both of us to
see what it would've been like.  I think I owed you that much."

	"And what was it like for you?"  Sean asked, his brief rush
of anger subsiding when he realized that she was right about him
not being the type for an instant family.

	"It was fan-fucking-tastic, that's what it was,"  Angelina
grinned broadly as she closed the distance between them and gave
him a brief kiss.  "I don't think any man, Jesse included, ever made
me feel as good as you did last night."

	Sean knew that was pure bullshit, but it was still nice to
hear.  He also realized that his feelings for Angelina had also
undergone a change.  No, not just a change, a metamorphosis.  She
was no longer an object of forbidden fantasy, the woman who
invaded his dreams, taunting him with thoughts of what might have
been.  Now she was flesh and blood, a woman he had indeed
possessed, if only for a night.  A night which, he now knew, had
turned out to be all he had needed.

	"I don't want to rush you or anything,"  Angelina said, which
of course she didn't really mean since just saying it had that
effect,  "but Adam is coming by around ten to ..."

	Sean cut her short with a wave of his hand, there was no
need for her to say more.  He quickly found his clothes and
dressed, pausing only to take care of the necessary toilettes.
With scarcely another word, he kissed Angelina goodbye.  This
time as the friend he'd been over the years and not the lover he'd
been for a single night.

	Heading down the block to the bus stop, watching other
early risers walk down the street, he found himself humming an old
song that he'd always associated with Angelina when they'd been
younger.  He'd gotten to the third verse then stopped, telling
himself that the song no longer applied.  A weight had been lifted,
one that had been holding him back for far too long.

	"I wonder what Susie Butler is doing this weekend,"  he
asked himself as the bus pulled up and he got onboard,  "maybe I
should give her a call."

	By the time the bus reached home, that maybe had turned
into a definite yes.  The ghosts of the past were truly gone and it
was time for him to move into the future.

END

		Jesse is a friend
		Yeah, I know he's been a good friend of mine
		But lately something's changed that ain't hard
		to define
		Jesse's got himself a girl and I wanna make her mine

		And she's watchin' him with those eyes
		And she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it
		And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

		You know I wish that I had Jesse's girl
		I wish that I had Jesse's girl
		Where can I find a woman like that

							Jesse's Girl
		 					Rick Springfield  1981

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