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Chapter 51...

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 51
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: mf oral mast

Keywords for full story:  rom, mf, MF, mmf, MFF, M+F, mm, F-solo, ir, D/s,
bdsm, mdom, spank, oral, anal, 1st, reluc, nc, voy

Strange Relationships

Copyright (C) Thinking Horndog, 2006 im_a_thinker@yahoo.com

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Reproduction for profit
is forbidden.  Any distribution must include this note and the author's
email address. Don't be caught attempting to make a buck off me!

Warnings and disclaimers:

This is adult entertainment!  Be warned!  If you're not into graphic
depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you!  If you're too young to
be legally reading this, move along!

This is a work of fiction.  It is not intended to reflect any particular
person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form
solely in the writer's imagination.  You get the idea.


Chapter 51
Things that Happen Between the Planned Entertainment and Goodnight

      Rob and Mary entered Gino's Greasy Spoon, followed closely by Dwayne
and Louise.  Rob stopped in the main aisle and looked around, muttering,
"Can't do the back booths -- they've got a rep, now.  Besides, they're a
zoo..."  Sure enough, there were a number of even younger couples fooling
around back there, obviously intent upon living up to the recent local
legends.  Rob negotiated briefly with the waitress and the two couples ended
up in an off-side booth along the window -- highly visible.  "Maybe this is
a bit public for you two to come out, but we need to do this -- it's a
response to Claudette's bullshit, mostly..."

	"It's fine," Dwayne assured him.  Louise was VERY nervous -- but
also highly excited!  This was just about as public a claim on Dwayne as she
could make -- and the jacket draped over her shoulders made it even more
clear...

	Others noticed, too -- in fact, Dwayne and Louise eclipsed Rob and
Mary somewhat.  This was all pretty unexpected, and brought stony
expressions to the faces of one or two females present while they suffered
under the dual realization that Dwayne had been eligible for some time and
they'd missed it, and that arguably he was already taken!  And by Louise,
for God's sake!  How did THAT happen?  Girls couldn't get a handle on it at
all; boys instinctively assumed that sex was involved, especially given the
fact that Louise was suddenly looking halfway decent...

	Claudette Pinkersley was there, surrounded by her coterie of
hangers-on.  Having Rob and Mary there, obviously doing well, was a major
thorn in her side, but she held her peace on the subject, because anything
she said at this point would merely ruin her credibility.  The discovery
that Dwayne Hansen had apparently managed to secure feminine company was
equally unwelcome as it limited her available targets; Dwayne would have
been easy to cow and would have made a decent escort, properly instructed,
even though he lacked Rob's charisma.  Well, she would bide her time --
something else would come along...

	Something else was Ted Phipps.  Granted, he didn't present himself
to Claudette directly -- but he made himself highly visible by leaning on
the end of the booth the two couples were occupying, actively ogling
Louise's cleavage, and remarking, "So!  It IS you!  When did you decide to
come out and play with the big kids, Louise?"

	"Excuse me?"  Louise blinked confusion.

	"Those hooters still healing?" Ted leered.  "What other plastic
surgery did you get?  Did they puff up your lips?"

	"N-no..." Louise stammered.

	Dwayne started to fume.  "Louise didn't get any surgery, Ted."

	"Right," Ted declaimed dubiously.  "I'll believe THAT when I see
it."  He leered at Louise, "Wanna show me, Sweet Thang?"

	"N-no," Louise sputtered.

	"See?" Ted argued, grinning.  "If they were real, she'd have no
problem..."

	"Baring her tits in public?" Rob scoffed.  "What planet are you
from, Ted?"

	"Hey, I'm just trying to get at the truth!" Ted argued.  "You can't
tell me that she managed to hide them all this time, even in those scarecrow
outfits she wears!  This is, like, the second time I've ever seen her in
anything approaching decent..."

	"It's true," Mary argued.  "If you'd seen the bra she's been wearing
-- it's a truss, and two sizes too small, at least!"

	Ted made a mock grimace.  "Ouch!  Sounds painful!  You into
masochism, there, Sweet Thang?  You like pain?"

	"What?"  Louise was having a hard time keeping up, struggling
against amazement at Ted's rude comments and overbearing personality.

	Ted shook his head.  "I can't believe that you went to all this
effort for Dwayne -- no offense, Buddy, but jeez..."  Dwayne went red at the
implied disparagement of his sexual capabilities.  "Don't get all tied down,
now, with the first boy who looks at you close!  You need experience!  Come
around and see me, and I'll show you how guys do it who know what they're
doing!"

	"I don't think that Louise is gonna be interested in anything you've
got to offer, Ted," Dwayne interjected, his voice ominous.  "I've seen how
you treat girls."

	"Me, either," Louise slipped in quietly.

	Ted grunted.  "Huh!  I've seen YOU, too, you know!"  He shook his
head, smiling superciliously.  "You couldn't hold onto Darla Jean even with
help!  All I have to do is sit back and wait..."

	"Man, stay away from Louise!" Dwayne growled.

	"Or you'll do what?" Ted taunted.

	"He'll collect three good friends and pound your ass to a pulp," Rob
interjected.  "Since I'll be one of them, finding two more shouldn't take
any effort -- especially with YOUR track record!"

	Overmatched, Ted started to disengage.  "It'd take that!" he offered
as a parting shot.

	"It'd take a good deal less, actually," Rob countered, "We just
wouldn't want to exert ourselves too much to do a good job."

	Dwayne sat fuming, grateful for his friend's ability to win verbal
engagements.  Louise sat eyeing Ted as if he were a snake.  Finally, she
said quietly, "I don't like him..."

	"You should stay away from Ted," Dwayne warned.  "He hasn't treated
a girl right yet, and I'm not sure he ever will!  If he bothers you -- at
all -- you tell me right away, okay?"

	"Yes, Dwayne."  Louise's instinctive response embarrassed both of
them.

	Mary took it up.  "Ted is tricky, and he's a blackmailer.  He'll try
to manipulate you into doing something that will give him leverage over you
-- and then things will get worse and worse.  Stay away from him -- and if
he starts something, and you don't feel like you can tell Dwayne about it,
tell ME, and I'LL put the dogs on him, okay?"

	"Okay," Louise said quietly.  This little incident had scared her no
end, largely because he HAD tried to manipulate her, right there in front of
everybody -- and if they'd been alone, undoubtedly it would have worked, if
only because she would have reacted to his aura of control...

                         --------------------

	Claudette watched all this from a distance.  She didn't have to hear
the exchange to know what was going on -- the visuals were plenty.  But they
pointed up Ted, who was, frankly, better looking than Dwayne, anyway, with
his dark, curly hair and handsome face.  Besides, Ted had an aura about him
-- a dangerous aura, to be sure, but anything was better than nothing, and
Claudette was certain that she could find uses for it.  "Wait here," she
said to her entourage, and she got up to intercept Ted on his way to another
table.  "That didn't seem to go well," she observed.

	Ted was seriously irritated, but he controlled his temper.  "Just
learning who my friends are," he grunted.

	"You can't say nasty things about people and expect them to be in
your corner," Claudette replied.  "Surely you know that.  You've been
stepping on Dwayne pretty hard..."

	"Yeah," Ted grunted.  "I guess not."  Why had Miss Cotton Candy
accosted him?  "But he didn't back my action over our little party with
Darla Jean, so now there are two stories.  I figure he screwed me first."

	"I don't," Claudette countered.  "I hear you didn't treat Dwayne any
better than you did Darla Jean at that 'party'..."

	"Maybe," Ted grunted.  "So -- what? -- you're my conscience or
something?"

	"I just thought I'd offer you some advice," Claudette replied
coolly.  "Sometimes, you slip up and mar what could be a pretty good
reputation."  She eyed the foursome at the table.  "Why are you bothering to
try to steal a wallflower like Louise from Dwayne, anyway?"

	Ted stopped to examine his motives:  Revenge, ego, mild irritation
at a missed opportunity...  "I only wanted to borrow her for a bit and get a
good look at those fake..."  Claudette's frown of disapproval stopped him.
"What?"

	"Not in public.  Not that loudly.  Shall we go sit somewhere?"

	Ted blinked.  The Snow Queen had already passed more words with him
than she had ever done before, even when politeness dictated it because she
was running with Rob.  Just what did this mean?  "All right."  He led her to
the booth where he'd dropped his jacket.

	Claudette seated herself with great ceremony after tugging his wrist
momentarily in a successful effort to get him to remain standing during the
procedure.  Ted opened his mouth, shut it, and glared -- but this was better
than the loud corrections to his manners she'd delivered while she was
running with Rob.  In fact, it was more like the subtle stuff she used to
keep Rob tuned...  Warily, he settled across from her and waved for her to
continue.

	Well aware of the visual evidence of conspiracy, at least, Claudette
leaned forward, "You were going to say that you think that Louise has
changed her physical appearance?"

	"Yeah.  Those..."  Ted thought about it -- did he stand to gain
anything by playing Claudette's little games?  No...  "... tits of hers..."

	Claudette's mouth twisted in distaste, but she said nothing.  You
had to give them SOME room, or they got all prickly...  "I'm pretty sure
they're all natural, Ted -- she's just been hiding them."

	"How do you hide THAT?" he demanded.

	"Well, you've SEEN what she WEARS..."  Claudette clucked her tongue.
"Louise is... repressed... at home, according to rumor.  I know from gym
class that she wears some pretty restrictive foundation garments -- and that
they're a bit too small..."

	Ted shrugged.  "Doesn't matter.  It LOOKS different, which gives me
an opening to claim it IS different, and it puts it on her to prove
otherwise..."  He grinned.

	'Subtle,' Claudette thought.  This was actually an improvement over
Rob, who sometimes missed nuances of manipulation and presentation.  Ted
moved up a notch.  She nodded.  "I see.  That isn't it, is it?"

	"No, but why should I tell you?" Ted asked archly.

	"I'm thinking that if we can be honest with one another, maybe we
can help each other," Claudette replied guardedly.

	What?  Was this what it sounded like?  The Ice Queen offering an
alliance?  For what?  A setup to get Rob's (or Mary's) ass kicked?  Ted eyed
Claudette suspiciously, but decided that he had nothing to lose.  "That jerk
Dwayne didn't back me over Darla Jean -- so I figure if I do Louise, I'll be
getting even.  Besides, she's made herself... interesting.  Should be easy;
she's such a wimp, she'll roll right over, I bet.  And Dwayne will probably
ditch her if he has to put up with the idea of her comparing me to him in
the sack..."

	Claudette nodded, amused but surprised.  She'd expected Ted to come
out with some disorganized gabble that either started or ended with,
"Because I feel like it."  Instead, his motives seemed to be pretty well
organized.  They still added up to, "Because I feel like it," but the
support structure was clearly defined...  "Was Dwayne's backing that
important?"

	"It was if Darla Jean decided to scream, 'Rape!'," Ted replied.
"She's a smart girl, though -- she knew that I would be able to create a
reasonable doubt..."  He mused a moment.  "Decent fuck, too..."

	Claudette sighed.  "Ted!"

	"Well, I wasn't 'making love' to her!"

	"Fine."  Obviously, Ted was going to be a handful.  It would
probably be just as impossible to keep him out of other girls' panties as it
had been Rob, especially after they got going and his popularity was on the
climb -- and if you believed the rumor mill, he'd be making a lot of messes
on the way, something Rob had somehow avoided in the main.  On the other
hand, Ted seemed to have a lot more sensitivity to the nuances of social
situations...  "I don't suggest that you repeat that, though.  Darla Jean
appears to have collected some interesting friends."

	"The geeks?"  Ted waved them away.  "Not a problem."

	Claudette shook her head.  "In a direct physical encounter?  No.
But they are the one group most likely to outsmart you and leave you painted
into a corner -- and they'll team up to do it!"

	Ted thought about that, and Claudette watched his brain take two out
of three falls from his ego.  "Maybe."

	"Certainly," Claudette argued.  "In the short term, it would
probably appear that you got away clean, but they would set some subtle
trap..."  Still, she was impressed; Ted was cunning, and he was NOT stupid!

	"Yeah."

	"Darla Jean is already recovering her reputation," Claudette argued.
"Between Dwayne's defection and your reputation, your story becomes less
believable daily."  She mused a moment.  "I don't suppose you took his
feelings into account when you injected yourself into their encounter?"

	Ted cracked up.  "Injected!"  Sobering a bit, he replied, "No, I
guess not.  I kind of stuck it to him, too, I guess.  The temptation was too
great..."

	Claudette nodded.  "See?  You're your own worst enemy!"  She sat
back and eyed him, "I might be able to help you with that..."

	Ted's eyes narrowed.  "What's in it for you?"

	Claudette sat forward.  "I need a... partner.  Direct attacks on Rob
and Mary for their fickleness are starting to bounce off, and I'm not
showing that I'm unaffected by the whole thing because I haven't replaced
Rob yet.  You're... credible, as a replacement, and if we work together
you'll get even better, which benefits both of us."

	Ted frowned.  "You're offering me a position as a boyfriend?"
Suspicion darkened his features.  "Like the deal you had with Rob?"

	"Yes, exactly.  Only Rob reneged on it," Claudette insisted.

	'Well, SOMEBODY did', Ted thought.  "I operate a little different
that Rob," he grunted.

	"Hmmm, yes," Claudette had the temerity to smile.  "And it doesn't
always help you.  I propose to help you tune things, while maintaining your
basic direction.  In some ways, I'm finding that you are actually superior
to Rob -- in your understanding of what is going on and how to take
advantage of it, in particular.  That certainly makes things easier..."

	"I guess..."  Was she that blind?  "So, this is for show, like with
Rob?"

	Claudette frowned.  "Rob wasn't for show.  But you guys are...
animals.  Rob insisted on being... overly familiar... in private, then
started wandering off with those -- you know -- Bang Nation."  She assumed a
prim expression.  "I'm saving myself for marriage."

	Ted schooled his features.  "That's... admirable, I guess.  So, am I
supposed to like, be with you all the time, or fool around with Bang Nation
like Rob?"

	Claudette grimaced.  "Are you kidding?"

	"Well, what are you going to do different to keep that from
happening?"

	"Excuse me?"  Claudette blinked in surprise.

	"Well, Rob went elsewhere because you weren't offering him any
incentives to hang around," Ted replied.  "What are you going to offer me?"
He paused, then added, "There are other, lesser, things..."

	"Oh," Claudette murmured, obviously entertaining something new.
"I'll have to think about that..."  She sat for a moment, musing.

	Ted watched her, poker-faced, while he laughed inside.  If she was
really considering offering anything, it was probably empty kisses, or maybe
being felt up a bit.  Ted had other things in mind; if she wanted to keep
her cherry, she'd better plan on blowing him, or offering him some of that
bubble butt of hers...  Better yet, he'd melt the Ice Queen -- or crush her,
which was just as good -- and maybe better.  Rob hadn't gotten through her
chastity belt -- but he hadn't brought serious tools to bear, either.  Ted
would succeed where Rob had failed; THAT would show them all, once and for
all, who was to be reckoned with around here!  And then, once he had
Claudette properly broken and on a leash -- and everybody knew it -- maybe
he would accept a few interviews from Bang Nation...

	Claudette looked up.  "So, why don't I present you to the girls,
then?"

	"Why not?" Ted waved her out of the booth, then got up and followed,
smiling sardonically.

                         --------------------

	"Check this out!"  Rob nodded at the scene a few tables over, where
Claudette was inserting Ted into her little group of hangers-on.

	Mary glanced over, chuckled.  "THAT's a fine pair!  Wait till they
find out they're both sharks..."

	Rob shook his head.  "I'm continually surprised that I put up with
Claudette for as long as I did -- not only is she petty and self-centered --
now she's OBVIOUSLY stupid..."

	"I don't understand," Louise murmured weakly.

	"Claudette is obviously roping Ted in to be Rob's replacement," Mary
amplified.  "She probably figures that if she props him up and keeps him
learning manners from under her thumb, he'll be a good puppet.  But Ted's a
bastard; Claudette may discover that SHE's the one with the strings..."

	Dwayne chuckled.  "They deserve each other -- and while they're tied
up dancing with each other, everybody else gets a break!"

	Rob shook his head.  "I almost feel sorry for her.  If she tries to
treat him the way she treated me, Ted's gonna land on her with both feet!"
Dwayne nodded sagely, and Rob continued, "This thing will end up either with
Ted in jail for rape or Claudette on a leash -- one or the other!"

	Dwayne grinned.  "Everybody wins!"

	Louise was aghast.  "Really?  Why don't you warn her?"

	Rob shrugged.  "Why don't I warn HIM?  Although I bet Ted knows,
already -- he's a lot better grounded in reality than Claudette..."

	Mary reached out and patted Louise's hand.  "Some things are better
left alone, Honey.  Dwayne is right -- they're both sharks, and as long as
they're chewing on each other, nobody else is getting hurt.  Since we're all
four apparently targets, we're better off letting them learn about playing
with fire on their own."

                         --------------------

	Rob and Mary were content to look on, amused, as Claudette went
through the motions of inserting Ted into the consciousness of her hangers-
on, but Louise was uncomfortable, and Dwayne sensed it.  As a result, they
very quickly finished their burgers and by mutual consent parted company
with Rob and Mary.  Once in Dwayne's pickup, they headed back to the park so
that Louise could dress -- but the public restrooms were locked, so Dwayne
headed for the local convenience store.  On the way, Dwayne asked, "Are you
okay?  You seem...   kind of antsy."

	Louise shuddered.  "It's that Ted -- he's scary.  The way he leans
on people..."

	"Yeah," Dwayne agreed distantly.  Rob had done him a major favor,
interceding when he did against Ted.  If they'd been alone, things might not
have gone as well...

	Louis's next comment echoed the same thoughts.  "He was so -- I
don't know -- sneaky...  If he'd caught me alone, I might have..."

	"Showed him your tits?" Dwayne picked it up.  "He'd have liked that
-- and he'd have never let up until you were absolutely ruined!  You need to
do as I say in this -- stay AWAY from Ted, and if he bothers you tell me
immediately!  And if you can't tell me, tell Mary, and she'll get Rob!
Understand?"

	"Yes, Dwayne," Louise replied obediently.  Then she added, softly,
"Dwayne, I have a weakness for that sort of thing..."

	"Being bossed around?  We'll get around it.  I can do it, if it
needs doing."  Dwayne sighed.  "That brings me to something, though..."

	"What?"  Real fear colored Louise's expression.  Was she going to
lose Dwayne already?

	"It's about sex, and how you are, and how I am," Dwayne related.
"I'm going to ask you a question, and I want to know the honest answer.
Don't tell me what you think I want to hear, tell me the truth, okay?"

	"Okay."  Louise's eyes were solemn.

	"If I told you that I wanted sex right now, you'd give it to me,
wouldn't you?  Whether you wanted to, or not?"

	"I..."  Louise stopped, played scenarios in her head.  "If you TOLD
me?"

	"Yeah," Dwayne agreed.  "If I TOLD you we were having sex -- not
asked you -- TOLD you."

	"Yes," Louise agreed softly.  "I would."  The cab of a pickup truck
wasn't Louis's dream location, but if Dwayne insisted, she'd cave.
Especially if there was ANY indication that if she didn't she would lose
him...

	"I figured that," Dwayne replied, nodding.  "Now, YOU need to
understand that that's NOT gonna happen!  Okay?"

	"Okay..."  Louise absorbed this, puzzled.  She'd been mentally
preparing herself to undress and lay back...

	"Look, you know about the Darla Jean thing," Dwayne amplified.  "It
wasn't my first time, but it was kind of a weird episode, right from the
start.  But until Ted showed up, the whole thing was consensual -- in fact,
Darla Jean was more or less pushing things along!"  Dwayne stared at the
road a bit.  "But then Ted showed up, and, suddenly, it was a rape scene..."
He shook his head.  "Darla Jean was gutsy; I can't believe how well she
handled it -- but I didn't protect her properly..."  Guilt weighed heavily
on him, Louise could tell from his expression.  "I was in no position to
fight Ted, so I let it ride.  I can remember her expression...  betrayal,
humiliation...  Darla Jean is, well, hot, in bed -- I don't think I could
keep up with her.  Ted abused her -- and she took it, and still managed to
enjoy herself -- and it wasn't something you let somebody who's raping you
know, you know?  Ted loved it -- like it justified what he was doing, or
something..."  He looked sad.  "Ted kept taunting me about how lousy I was
doing, and Darla Jean seemed to agree, the way she was acting -- she kept
urging me on...  Now I know that she was just trying to salvage some good
from the whole mess, but at the time..."  He shook his head.  "I got mad and
rammed her -- and she took it -- and later Ted teased me into making her
give me head again -- and she took that, too!  But it made me as much of a
rapist as Ted..."

	"I don't think so," Louise said quietly.  "In fact, I heard you took
care of Darla Jean, pretty much..."

	"Well, maybe.  Before and after.  But while Ted was there, I'm not
sure there was much difference between us."  Dwayne glanced over at Louise.
"Look, I know that you like to be told what to do -- and, normally, I don't
think that will be a problem.  But the first time, you're gonna have to ask
for it, understand?  I need to get past the whole rape thing, see?  I can't
have you looking at me like that..."

	"I--I guess," Louise nodded.  "You're right; I'm going to want you
to tell me what to do -- it's just the way I am!  When you talk about that
thing with Darla Jean, it's exciting to me, you know?  Maybe someday you'll
tell me the whole thing...  I understand the rape thing, though, I think."

	"Well, I want to be clear," Dwayne replied.  "It's like this -- I
don't want you to look back on our first time and remember being reluctant,
or doing anything you didn't want to.  After that, well, maybe it will make
it better for you if I boss you around -- but the first time, it's gonna be
because you want it.  You're gonna have to ask.  You understand?  You're
gonna have to ask!"

	"Okay," Louise murmured, surprised by his intensity.  "I--I can do
that..."  Actually, she was pleased, both ways; the idea of Dwayne
controlling her made her hot, but she had fears regarding her first time.
This was perfect...

	Speaking of perfect -- Dwayne found the turnoff he was looking for,
a dirt track leading off a back street not far from Louise's home.  Turning
in, he followed it for some distance, while Louise sat beside him, watching,
mildly nervous at being removed from 'civilization'.  A clearing opened up
on the left side, and Dwayne pulled into it, "Think this is private enough?"

	"Uh, enough for what?"

	"A little necking," Dwayne replied.  "Not sex -- I don't want to do
it in the cab of this thing.  But I figured it might be nice to cuddle a
while before we put you back together..."

	"Oh!  Cool!"  Louise cuddled right up, offering her lips.  THIS was
what she'd been waiting for, all evening!  "One second -- what time is it?"

	"Ten-fifteen," Dwayne replied.

	"How long to get me home?"

	"Ten minutes," Dwayne replied confidently.

	"We should plan on fifteen.  Do you have some kind of alarm?  If I'm
late..."

	"Ten already includes some padding," Dwayne related.  "But we'll do
fifteen, just to be safe..."  He whipped up his wristwatch and set an alarm.
"Okay, we're good."

	Louise's smile lit the cab as she crawled into his arms.  Two
minutes later, despite the fact that their lips never separated, Louise's
blouse was open from neck to waistband, and Dwayne was teasing the living
daylights out of her right nipple.  Louise broke the kiss, locking eyes with
Dwayne as she shrugged out of the blouse, "I have to put the bra on, later,
anyway..."

	Dwayne smiled and leaned forward, capturing her nipple in his mouth
-- and Louise gasped as she clutched his head to her chest.  If he knew what
that did to her!  God!  "Stop!  Stop!"

	"Huh?"  Dwayne rose up, perplexed.  He'd TOLD her he wasn't going to
do her in the pickup...

	"I need to do something about my skirt!" Louise explained, rucking
it up around her waist.

	"I don't get it..."  Dwayne was thoroughly confused.

	"Sucking my nipples like that makes me... wet," Louise amplified,
blushing.  "I can't stain my skirt..."

	"Oh!" Dwayne got it, but wasn't sure where that left him.

	"Um, do you have something I can put on the seat?" Louise asked,
holding her skirt bunched at her waist.

	"Uh... Yeah!"  Dwayne reached behind the seat for his gym bag and
extracted a towel.  "Kinda smelly..." he mumbled as he unwadded it and
spread it below Louise, who was holding herself up by pressing her ass into
the seat back and pushing against the dashboard.

	"It's gonna get even smellier!" Louise giggled as she settled her
bare ass on it.  "Now, where were we?"  She reached up and tugged a bemused
Dwayne back into contact with her breast.

	"I thought you wanted me to stop?" Dwayne murmured.

	"Only until I could catch the drips," Louise gasped, as he resumed
nibbling and suckling.  "I love this!"

	"You get that wet?" Dwayne asked, surprised.

	"Yes," Louise gasped.  "I get really drippy when I... masturbate.  I
have to be careful -- Momma has fits if she thinks I'm doing it!"  She threw
her head back and groaned; another few minutes of this, and Dwayne was going
to end up doing her right here, after all...

	Further questions were superseded by a chewy nipple, as far as
Dwayne was concerned -- but the drippy thing did sit in the back of his
mind...

	It sat a lot closer to the surface with Louise.  The mouth working
on her breast caused wash after wash of damp sensation in her vagina, and
wave after wave of sensation in her clitoris.  And that itch surfaced a
craving...  "Dwayne?  Can I... see it?"

	"Huh?"  It was obvious what 'it' was -- but Dwayne was surprised,
anyway.  "Uhhh, well..."

	"No?"  Louise obviously wasn't happy to hear the reluctance in his
voice.

	"Well, if you do, I might..."

	"Really?"  Louise's tone said it was a compliment.

	"If you touch it, I might...  probably would," Dwayne admitted,
embarrassed.

	"And that's bad?"

	"It could be... messy."  Dwayne had substituted fingers for lips and
teeth while he made replies.  Now he sat back a bit, without letting up, so
he could look Louise in the eye.  "Your mother would REALLY freak if you
showed up with THAT on you!"

	"What if I..."  Louise didn't have to finish.

	Dwayne thought his cock was going to rip a hole in his jeans!
"Uuhhh...  What about you?"

	"We'll... think of something.  Please?  Pretty please?"

	Dwayne sat there, amazed.  Never in his life...  "Well, okay.  I
probably won't last.  But I guess then I can work on you..."

	"Get it out!  Get it out!  Please!"  Louise was beside herself!
This would do it -- this would cement Dwayne to her!  But even aside from
that, the idea was so incredibly arousing!  A cock!  SHE was going to make a
boy cum!

	Dwayne scooted out from under the steering wheel and undid his
jeans, raising himself and fighting and tugging to get them off.

	Louise had her hands on him before his shorts hit his knees, leaning
in close, her hot breath blowing across his sensitive glans.  "It's big.
And the tip -- what a beautiful color!"  Jacking him seemed to come
naturally to her.

	Dwayne gritted his teeth.  "I won't be able to hold out long if you
keep doing that!"

	"Okay, just tell me..."

	"You'd better... cover it..."  Dwayne's voice held a note of strain
that Louise had never heard before.

	"Okay."  Her tongue flicked out to sample the stuff oozing from the
tip.

	"Jeezus!"  Dwayne went stiff as a board, and his hand cupped the
back of Louise's head, but didn't press.  Louise took the hint, though, and
lowered her mouth over the tip.  "EEEYAAAAAAHHHH!" Dwayne wailed as a wet
furnace descended over his sensitive glans.  "I'm gonna...  Hrrrgh!  Hrrrgh!
Hrrgh!"

	Louise felt the throb of the first pulse of Dwayne's ejaculation,
rather than really hearing his exclamation.  She was fully focused on the
amazing, stiff handful of flesh whose spongy tip lay on her tongue.  It was
a little gamey, but, hey, it HAD been living in underwear, after all!  Heck,
SHE was a little gamey and she was just DRIPPING!  Knowing it was coming,
and FEELING the underside of his cock pulse and TASTING the flood of
ejaculate that poured out of it were two different things, though, and she
was taken by surprise despite all of the warnings.  Still, there was an
obvious requirement to swallow, and she had no problem fulfilling it.  There
were three more big pulses, then things trailed off, Dwayne's cock still
throbbing, but not delivering much, allowing her to evaluate the taste of
his seed.  It was... okay, salty and thick, meaty -- she decided she liked
it.  This she would do again, if he would let her -- many times!  A
tremendous feeling of accomplishment suffused her, and she washed his
erection with her tongue and looked up at him, smiling happily.  "Was it
good?"

      "Was it!" Dwayne gasped, shuddering through the aftermath.  "It was
GREAT!"  Louise continued to milk his hard cock, slowing down the
realization, but it came, eventually, "What about you?"

      "I'm okay."  The nature of Louise's smile said she was willing to
settle.

      "No, you're not.  You yourself said you're dripping.  I want to see
it!" Dwayne insisted.  "Turn around and face the other way -- that's about
the best we can do in here...

	"Are you sure?" Louise was dubious, but excited.

	"Yeah, it'll be okay."

	"Okay..."  Louise, on hands and knees, began carefully rotating,
working to keep her long skirt up off her ass.  "This is pretty
embarrassing..."

	"It'll be worth it, I bet."  Louise got past the tight part and her
ass came into view -- and Dwayne thanked God for the bench seats in his
somewhat antiquated pickup!  Louise had a nice, round ass above a pair of
big thighs that nonetheless Dwayne could see the tendons flexing in as she
adjusted herself -- they were muscle, not fat.  The calves had the same mix
of size and definition, and the ankles sported the thickness one would
expect, attached to those legs.  Dwayne remembered the whole rig looked
pretty athletic in gym shorts the day before...

	Her main attraction, however, was a heavily bearded clam.  Dwayne's
experience with real pussy was limited, but not nonexistent -- and Louise
had by far the most luxuriant patch of pubic hair that Dwayne had ever seen!
On the other hand, it wasn't obscuring anything; Louise's inner lips were
open, showing her pink center in the dim light of the instrument panel.

	Dwayne advanced a finger toward it and encountered dampness from the
outlying wisps before ever making contact with her channel itself --
obviously, Louise hadn't been exaggerating when she said she got VERY wet...
Louise gasped, and Dwayne contented himself for the moment with running a
horizontal finger up and down along the very edges of her inner lips,
tickling the hairs there.

	Louise reacted by grunting and pushing her ass back, which got her
firm contact on her clitoral hood as his finger swept down, eliciting a
second grunt.  When he started moving his now soaking finger back up, Louise
lowered her torso toward the seat to facilitate following the contact with
her ass.  Dwayne chuckled.  "I thought you were good to go?"

	"Ungh!  I changed my mind!" Louise gasped.  This whole finger-
chasing thing had her SOOOO hot!  "Please...  Please..."

	What she wanted was pretty clear, but Dwayne hadn't done much of it.
"Let me know if I'm doing okay," he admonished, then laid his knuckle over
the bump at the base of her wet slit and began to rub, thinking, 'I'm gonna
nickname her Honey; she sure makes a lot of it...'

	"Oooooooohhhhhh!!" Louise managed to get out before converting to
labored breathing.  Ninety nine percent of her attention became focused on
the act of maintaining contact with that teasing knuckle; the other one
percent was vaguely grateful that Dwayne couldn't see her face, which was
bright red, veins bulging as the novel experience of having someone ELSE
bring her to orgasm brought her to white heat.  This situation went on for
about ninety seconds before she gasped out, "More?"

	"Oh, sure!"  Dwayne thought about it.  Working with his right hand
wasn't the perfect thing, given the way they were arrayed on the seat; maybe
he should use his left...  He brought it into play, gently swiping the index
finger along her wet, pink slit, then seating it to the first knuckle in the
narrow opening at the top and replacing the knuckle on her clitoris with his
thumb.  Thus anchored, he started wriggling the thumb over the bump of her
clitoris.

	Louise took the passenger armrest in a death grip and started to
shake all over.  Sparks were flying; she couldn't see the door for the waves
of them washing the air before her eyes,  "AaaaaAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!"
Louise's vaginal mouth started pulsing around Dwayne's finger, and suddenly
his whole hand was soaked!  Louise undulated, her ass clenching and
unclenching while she grunted, "Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!"  In a moment,
she went into a semi-collapsed state, gasping, waving an arm back over her
waist in an effort to push Dwayne's hand away, "Too much!  Too intense!"

	Dwayne grinned from ear to ear.  That was EASY!  Louise lit up like
a Christmas tree in no time!  This deal was gonna be GREAT!!!  He reached
down between her calves to collect the towel and wipe his hand, finding the
cloth to be seriously soaked; he KNEW she hadn't peed; no, Louise was one of
those legendary squirting women!  Just when he thought things couldn't get
any cooler...  "You okay, Honey?"

	"Oh, God, yes!"  Louise gasped.  "How bad is the mess?"

	"Well, it's surprising, but I don't think too much escaped the
towel," Dwayne guessed.  "You're pretty amazing!"

	"Is that good or bad?" Louise asked timidly.  If Dwayne was totally
grossed out, she was done...

	"It's GREAT as far as I'm concerned!" Dwayne exclaimed.

	'Oh, thank God!'  "Can I sit up now?"

	"Give me a second to make sure..."  Dwayne swiped vigorously between
Louise's splayed knees with the wet towel.  "That's about the best I can do
with this -- hang on..."  He reached behind the seat and fished out a
sweatshirt, pressing it into service as an impromptu towel.  "That's better.
Here, why don't you sit on it..."

	Louise raised herself and gingerly reoriented to settle on the
sweatshirt-covered patch of seat.  "I got real drippy, didn't I?" she asked
anxiously.

	"Yeah," Dwayne grinned.  "Pretty cool..."

	"What time is it?"  Dwayne's wristwatch started beeping in answer to
her question.  "Oh, boy!  We'd better get me back into my clothes!"

	Ten minutes later, primly dressed, she leaned into the cab to get
one last kiss from Dwayne before walking up the block to her home.  "I'll
call you later!"

	"Only if it's safe!" Dwayne admonished.  "I don't want you
grounded!"

	"Okay!"  Louise waved as Dwayne pulled away, then rounded the corner
and trudged up the block to her door.

	Mother was right there, hovering, when she came through the door.
"It's about time!  Three more minutes, and you'd have been grounded, Young
Lady!  Why couldn't your girlfriend drop you out front?"

	"She had to get back onto Thames Street, headed the other way,"
Louise lied.  "Besides, I made it..."

	"Hmmph!  It was probably a boy!" Helene groused.  "God help you if I
catch you with one!"  She frowned a moment in thought.  "Let me get a look
at you!  Open up that blouse!"

	"Mother!"  But Louise's fingers were already at the buttons.

	"Don't argue with me!" Helene wasted the warning, anyway.  She
examined Louise's brassiere for disarray, but they'd been careful; there was
nothing amiss.  "Out of the skirt!"  Louise did as she was told.
Fortunately, she'd been pantyless when she flooded the seat with her
secretions; that was innocent looking, too.  Helene could have SWORN that
she'd gotten a whiff of something, but there was no obvious evidence...
(Actually, the front of Louise's skirt hadn't QUITE escaped the flood -- but
it was all but invisible, due to the color.)  "All right, get out of my
sight!  I have to get up early to go in to church and prepare for the first
service by seven-thirty -- no doubt while YOU waste your morning in bed!
You be sure to make the eleven o'clock, or else!  I won't be embarrassed by
your tardiness!"

	Louise's, "Yes, Mother," went ignored as Helene stalked off,
mumbling to herself about youth and ingratitude.  Louise went upstairs to
her room and flopped on the bed in her bra and panties, remembering the
incredible taste and feel of Dwayne's cock and the feel of his hands
manipulating her pussy.  She couldn't WAIT to feel him inside her, even if
it meant that she was a total slut!  The very first opportunity that came
along, she was going to give Dwayne the green light, and she did NOT care AT
ALL what anyone ELSE thought about it!

	Of course, she'd be old and gray before she got it, the way things
were...  Louise wanted to masturbate, but that took some preparation, the
way she got wet -- besides, Mother might hear her if she got noisy, and then
she'd be in to complain about how she'd been disturbed and how she'd be
tired at church.  Louise couldn't get in the way of her mother going to
church -- Sunday morning during the early services was the only peace and
quiet Louise got...  Wait a minute!

	Dwayne's cell phone rang as he pulled into his parent's driveway.
"Hello?"

	"Dwayne?"  The timid voice on the other end was familiar.

	Might as well try out terms of endearment.  "Yes, Honey?"

	There was a pause while Louise's breath caught.  'Honey?!'  Louise
got control of her runaway glee and asked, "Ummm, look, I know it's kind of
weird, but can you come see me tomorrow?  In the morning?"

	In the morning?  "I guess.  Where?"

	"My house.  Mother will be at church from like seven-thirty until
noon..."

	"Oh?"  The lights went on.  "Okay, sure!"

	"I have to go to the eleven o'clock service, but still..." Louise
amplified.

	Dwayne did the math.  Two, two-and-a-half -- maybe three hours...
"That's cool..."

	"Great!" Louise enthused.  "You might want to park around the corner
or something and walk up, but she should be gone by seven-thirty.  Oh, and
Dwayne?"

	"Yeah?"

	"Bring rubbers.  Please?"

	Holy shit!  "I'll be sure to!"

	"Okay.  Good night!"

	"Good night, Honey."  Dwayne fired up the truck and backed out of
the driveway; he was off to the all-night drugstore!  No sense in messing
things up by relying on those old, moth-eaten rubbers in his sock drawer...

	Louise hung up, sat there a moment, and whispered, "Honey," to
herself, smiling fondly.  Things were going REALLY WELL with Dwayne!  She
sneaked back to bed, but that didn't work -- she was too excited!  Off to
the bathroom, to sit on the toilet and run her fingers over her dripping
gash where it wouldn't make a mess...  It took three rounds, splayed across
the toilet, her hand a blur while her eyes rolled up and she whined and
panted into a rolled washcloth jammed between her teeth, before she was
exhausted enough to drag herself to bed...

                         --------------------

	The music was still loud, but the crowd was beginning to thin --
older couples just didn't do the three a.m. thing any more.  Caitlin sat
drinking her fourth strawberry daiquiri and awaiting Howard's return from
the men's room.

	Things had been pretty good, actually; Howard had no idea what he
was doing at the start, and he still made like a scarecrow, occasionally,
but mostly he was okay, especially during slow dances.  Once he'd gotten
past serious worries over where his feet were and started carefully
cuddling, she'd let him gain ground slowly until they were probably ready to
try kissing if the big chicken could manage to get up the guts.  Certainly,
he was a major improvement over some of the drunks who'd pawed her here in
the past...

	At this point, Caitlin's big worry was work on Monday.  If things
went poorly, she might end up out of a job -- certainly, things would be
uncomfortable for some time...  And if they went well?  That had a range of
solutions, too.  In Caitlin's experience, it was almost better if things
went poorly -- then she wasn't saddled with some guy who thought they had a
relationship...

	Howard came back, moving carefully.  Caitlin suspected that he was
well-lubricated, despite only having had four or five drinks.  Maybe he'd
pass out, after...

	Caitlin couldn't remember exactly what caused her to decide to fuck
Howard despite the possible issues -- but she had made the decision, and
once committed to it, had begun looking forward to that part of the evening
with more and more anticipation.  Now, it was time to push things a bit, so
they could enjoy the whole thing more without running out of energy.  One
more dance, and then she'd start dropping hints about going back to his
place.

	Howard had been in the men's room for the past five minutes, nerving
himself for the challenges of the approach.  Sex didn't concern him that
much -- oh, sure, he WANTED it, but he wasn't CONCERNED about it.  He'd had
sex before, a number of times, and even if the hookers involved had lied
about his capabilities (and they undoubtedly had), he was still experienced.
No, Howard was worried about kissing -- something he had an experience level
of zilch for!  Hookers didn't kiss, and Howard's dating skills -- well, he
was here, wasn't he?  At his age?  Somehow, he had to thread his way through
a maze of increasing intimacy without stepping on a land mine and get to the
point where Caitlin would consider sleeping with him -- and, preferably,
more...

	The band struck up a fast dance as he crossed the floor, and he
gamely reached for Caitlin, who apparently enjoyed them, but she pulled him
into his seat, "Let's do the slow stuff.  The fast stuff is pretty
impersonal."  Howard sat gratefully, but all he could do was fidget --
speech was impossible for the next couple of minutes.  Caitlin just smiled
and maintained control of his hand, which gave him something stupid to do --
mostly patterns of subtle squeezes.  He glanced around at the bouncing
couples, envying them their energy, then looked back at Caitlin, who was
sipping her daiquiri and watching some couple or another -- until she
detected him; then she would turn to him and smile for a moment before going
back to looking at others.

	In a bit, however, something slow came on, and Caitlin cued him that
it was time to dance.  Howard was only capable of the simple stuff, but it
was VERY pleasant, and he had been slowly cranking Caitlin in closer since
he started getting confident about where he was putting his feet.  Caitlin
was somewhat bony, but then so was he -- who was he to complain?  Besides,
she was a major improvement over what he had come to think of as his pool of
available females in THAT department!  'Corpulent' and 'grasping' was
usually descriptive of THAT bunch of husband-hunters -- and Caitlin fit
neither of the descriptors...

	Caitlin short-sheeted Howard's slow approach curve by getting her
right thigh between his, offering the opportunity to ride his leg a bit.
Howard, who had been concentrating on the top half of things -- and had just
reached the point where her unimpressive bust was against his chest fairly
regularly -- was taken somewhat by surprise, but he had seen others on the
floor doing it and he had a good idea how to handle it.   The breasts went
away, which was too bad, but it was amazing what you could do anchored more
or less at the crotch; things got downright nasty in no time.  Howard found
himself grinding a hard-on into Caitlin's hip -- and her smile said that she
knew it was there; besides, his thigh was becoming intimately familiar with
her pubic bone, and if he couldn't FEEL her breasts, he had a fine view
right down that open blouse.  He nerved himself -- time to do something
brave...

	Things were looking up from Caitlin's viewpoint.  The stiffy in the
hollow of her hip appeared to be decent-sized and Howard was taking full
advantage of opportunities offered him to rub her clit on his leg.  Caitlin
was ready for dick, and when Howard took advantage of a point in the song to
pull her in and lay his lips on her neck, the slot-machine came up with
three sevens -- it was time to stop fooling around!  "Ooog!  There's an
animal under there!  I think we'd better stop trying to dance before I fall
down!"

	A somewhat bewildered Howard let himself be led from the floor, but
Caitlin only stopped to pick up her purse.  "Come on, let's go -- it's
getting late," Caitlin amplified, seeing his confusion.

	Howard moved mechanically through the coat check while he tried to
figure out what had gone wrong.  Was it the kiss?  How should he recover?
He handed Caitlin into the car and started off.

	Caitlin caught his tension and misunderstood it; she assumed that he
was trying to nerve himself to ask her back to his place, and had no idea
that he was under the impression that he had made a mistake!  Her comment
rescued him, anyway, though: "Let's go to your place -- I do NOT want to
find those two kids naked on the couch again!  It's too distracting!"

	"Oh!  Sure!"  Howard busied himself altering course, as he'd been
instinctively heading for Caitlin's.

	Caitlin reached out and rubbed his leg.  "What's wrong?  You're so
quiet..."

	"I thought I'd screwed up," Howard replied.

	"Oh, no!" Caitlin replied.  "You're doing fine!  What made you think
that?"

	"Well, I kissed your neck, and the next thing I knew we were
outside..."

	"Oh, THAT!  That's me, I'm afraid.  I'm... not used to slow romance.
Actually, I think you could say that it worked better than expected.  I told
you that I don't do relationships; I have a habit of cutting to the chase
when things look good..."

	"Okay."  Howard looked perplexed.  "I know NOTHING about
seduction..."

	"Why don't you just consider me seduced, then?  I want to have sex,
Dear -- okay?"

	"Okay..."

	"Look, I know it's ass-backwards, but it avoids problem areas for
both of us..."

	"Uhhh, you'll have to overlook my mistakes," Howard replied
nervously.  "Ummm, what about the other piece?"

	Caitlin patted his leg.  "Maybe we can backfill it, if it looks like
a good idea.  How's that?"

	"Okay."  Howard shrugged in mixed confusion and exasperation.

	Caitlin shrugged out of the bolero jacket and started unbuttoning
her blouse the moment she was inside Howard's apartment, while she was still
glancing around at the mild disarray -- which both surprised and upset
Howard.  "Stop!"

	"Excuse me?"  Caitlin frowned.

	"Look, I, uh, can't just jump into bed like this -- it's too much
like being with a hooker," Howard confessed.  "It's not what I want for
either of us..."

	"Oh."  Caitlin stopped and re-assessed the situation.  What DID
Howard want?  "So..."

	"Ummm, kissing might be nice."

	"Oh, okay!  Foreplay!  Cool!  Great idea!"  Caitlin had been afraid
that Howard was chickening out -- something that would leave her with an
itch and lousy prospects of getting it scratched, at this time of night.
She moved into his arms, "More dancing, maybe?"

	Howard frowned.  "I probably don't have anything slow..."

	"The radio?  I think I know a station..."

	"Okay."  Howard led her to the stereo, and soon soft music was
coming from the speakers.  "Nice."  Caitlin flowed into his arms, which was
even nicer, and they took up where they left off at the dance club, locked
together.

	"You can do that neck thing again," Caitlin murmured.  "I like
that."  Her hands started roaming his back.  "I think dancing is about as
close to sex as you can get with your clothes on, don't you?  Uuummmm...."
Howard's lips on her neck silenced her for a time, then she started pulling
his dress shirttail out of his trousers at the back, murmuring, "We don't
have to worry about getting messed up, here..."  Howard pulled back, but
that only set up a clumsy kiss...

	... Which got better, quickly.  Caitlin forgot about shirttails and
wrapped her arms around what was apparently a suddenly ravenous Howard --
the man had eight arms, and she couldn't see them, anyway, while kissing him
-- and that was VERY pleasant.  His back was harder and more muscular than
expected, too -- but then, he was as thin as she was...  The first time his
hands drifted over her ass and increased the pressure of her mons on his
thigh, Caitlin decided that it was time to shelve all worries over their
working relationship.  When his hands wormed under her blouse at the waist,
she went back at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin, too.  The pair
basically stopped dancing, merely swaying to what may or may not have been
the beat at any given moment -- they were dancing to a different tune, one
playing to the beat of the drums in their chests.

	After a few minutes, Caitlin pulled back, gasping, "NOW the blouse?
I'm getting all sweaty...  In fact, I should hit the bathroom for a
minute..."

	"Okay."  Howard was wild-eyed and sounded strained -- and his
eyeglasses were visibly smeared.  Wiping them on his shirttail, he asked
distractedly, "Want something to drink?"

	"Sure.  Where's the bathroom?"  Howard pointed, and she took off.
"Just something wet," she threw over her shoulder.  "A Sprite or something?"

	"Okay."  Howard headed for the kitchen.  Wow!  Whatever it took, he
HAD to get more of this!  Caitlin was just HOT!  This went 'way beyond
anything he'd imagined!  Hmmmm, Sierra Mist, or Seven-up?

	Caitlin plopped on the toilet seat and took stock.  This was better
than her last half-dozen run-ins, and they hadn't had sex yet!  If Howard
was ANY good, she was probably going to make a fool of herself!  Oh, well,
it would be worth it, during the affair, and a great memory, afterward...
She stood, dropped the skirt, pantyhose, and panties, and plopped back down
on the toilet to pee.  The pantyhose she could ditch, but she'd better keep
the panties, so as not to seem too anxious; the poor dear had that hooker
thing...  Well, the bra could go -- she'd throw the blouse back on as a sop
to propriety and let him get under it; hopefully, the saggy things wouldn't
turn him off...  Humming, she started on the wardrobe adjustments.  After
that, she wiped, wondering how rank she was down there -- well, some guys
liked it...  She took a second dab at her damp crotch, stood, flushed,
adjusted the skirt, and made her way out, leaving the discarded underclothes
-- she hadn't brought in her purse, and wandering back out with a handful of
undergarments was a bit too obvious for poor Howard...

	One look told Howard that Caitlin had made wardrobe modifications --
although he wasn't sure what, exactly.  No, hold it, there was a certain
jiggle -- yes, things had changed in the chest area!  That might not be it,
but it was plenty, especially since the blouse was still (or again)
unbuttoned more than it normally was...

	Caitlin took the soda, but kept coming until she was in Howard's
arms, "That's better -- not so bound up..."  Her breasts rubbed his lower
ribcage, feeling soft without the support of the bra.  They hit a bit lower,
but Howard wasn't about to complain, given the change in texture.

	"As long as you're comfortable," he murmured tonelessly, then
grimaced.  What a stupid comment!

	Caitlin, however, never noticed.  Instead, she backed off, putting
the soda on the coffee table, and went for his shirt buttons.  "You must be
a bit sweaty, too!  Why don't you come out of that shirt?  You're wearing a
T-shirt, right?"  She cocked her head, eyeing him archly.  "You could quite
properly go with less..."

	"Well, maybe," Howard murmured, stepping back instinctively, "but we
haven't gotten there yet.  I'll stick to the shirt, rather than showing off
my sunken chest without a T-shirt."  He started unbuttoning the cuffs of his
dress shirt.

	"Okay, you handle that while I keep the blood flowing..."  Caitlin
reached up and collected his head in her hands for a kiss.

	'Like I need THAT...' Howard thought.  His dick was about to rip a
hole in his slacks...  He accepted the kiss, got out of the shirt, and
closed in on Caitlin, who started worming her hands under his T-shirt
immediately.  Howard defeated the blouse similarly, reveling in the feel of
her smooth skin, ridged from beneath by her ribcage.  Her breasts were out
of play for the moment, pressed between their bodies -- but he had plenty of
skin to feel...

	Caitlin did, too.  She'd settled for the less-than-appetizing on a
number of occasions, unable to obtain better; Howard felt better, smelled
better, tasted better -- well, you name it, he apparently did it better than
recent competition.  Now, if he only fucked better...
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