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   This story is intended for adult readers, as defined by the laws of your
locale.  No animals or children were injured or abused in the writing of
this story.  I actually finished this story a while back and have been
working with someone else on another story - much darker than I would write
- and have just gone through this one again looking for typos, misspelled
words and awkward phrases.  I think I have them all.  Enjoy the story.  And
if you would like to let me know what you think, even better.  The only
reward we get here is feedback.  Positive or negative - it all helps.
TITLE: The Niece



   --------------- The Niece A Blue Lily Society Story

   David entered his house and went straight to his bedroom and dropped his
bags on the bed.  He headed for the kitchen to program some caffeine. 
Poured beans and water in his coffee maker and hit the grind and brew
button.  Before heading back up to unpack he turned on his computer in the
office.  After unpacking, he followed the aroma of fresh brewed coffee down
to the kitchen, poured himself a mug and went in to his office.  The time
away from the office had been just what he needed.

   He ran a small computer consulting/repair company out of the house his
parents had left him.  They had died in an accident right after he
graduated from college and after the estate was settled he had a
comfortable income from the portfolio and the house they had bought him
while he was in school.  He had set up his computer business in the
downstairs office and lived in the house.  As he logged onto his email
account, his mind drifted back to the week and a half he had just spent
with Geri on the small barrier island she owned off the coast of Florida.

   He had met Geri about six months earlier and his life had changed - very
much for the better.  He worked on her computers for her and she seduced
him.  Well, maybe, he thought, it was a bit more than that, but they were
kind of an item.  They got together when their schedules allowed and since
he was self employed he was pretty much always available to her.  But she
also seemed to have sent business his way.  Not just the usual "My computer
is frozen" or "My computer has a virus" business, but some interesting
program adaptation business.  And they had decided to spend the last two
weekends and the intervening week together on her island.  A break.

   Actually she only owned about a third of the island, but it was very
private - only accessible by boat or small plane.  The only people they had
seen for the whole time were the housekeeper and groundskeeper; and they
had seen very little of them.  But they had seen a lot of each other. 
There had been days, he thought, that he had spent the entire day inside
her.  Most of the time they had been together was a bit of a hazy sexy blur
in his mind.  But two times were very clear in his mind - or at least two
things Geri had said.

   The first thing was a real ego boost.  They had been lying on the beach
of the cove below her villa when she had rolled up on one arm, the weight
of her breasts resting on his arm, her blue eyes looking lazily into his.
"You know, my ex was a jock in college.  Still did some jock stuff up until
he died, but he had gotten soft.  But he believed and tried to keep alive
the idea that jocks were the best endowed men in the world.  And he wasn't
bad that way," Geri told him and pecked him on the lips.  "But a friend
told me that the guys with the real packages were the nerds.  You're not a
typical nerd, but I will say she was certainly right about 'The Package,'
if you are anything to go by." She proceeded to investigate the theory by
mounting him, again.

   Later, she lay on him.  They were both exhausted from the exertion and
he was still inside her - firm but not quite still hard.  Without raising
her head she said, "Yes sir.  She was certainly right about that."

   As his email program pinged to notify him that he had mail, he thought
about the second thing.  And a small worry frown creases his brow.  They
had been sitting on the veranda watching the sun go down.  Mary, the
housekeeper, had brought them salad and grilled yellowtail and then she and
Aaron, the groundskeeper and her husband, had retired to their house down
from Geri's.  David and Geri were quietly sipping wine and watching the
sun, when Geri broke the silence.

   "Dave, how would you feel if one of my associates wanted to, uhm, have
you join her in bed?"

   "Your friends would poach like that?"

   "Not exactly poach.  God, this is going to sound horrible.  Borrow,
would be a better term.  Let me try to explain." She took a sip of wine and
topped off both of their glasses.  "I think I mentioned once that sometime
we 'share' someone.  If the occasion arose, it would be your choice on
whether to act or not.  I would understand.  I assume we have both been
monogamous since we met," David nodded, "And that is wonderful.  I think,
I'm actually beginning to feel something other than lust for you.  Much
more than just liking you."

   "But ..." David provided.

   "But," she sipped more wine and held his gaze, "But it's a Blue Lily
Society thing.  We are made up of very discreet women.  We're all friends,
and business associates as well.  We all have exes and we all have needs.
Sometimes the needs are no more that an escort for an event.  Sometimes the
need is also physical."

   "Hmmm," David nodded for her to continue.

   Geri went on, "We don't want boytoys.  Well, maybe some members do and
they share them, but I'm not one of those members.  I'm enjoying our time
together and the relationship that seems to be growing out of it.  But I
think one of the other members wants you to escort her to a big art opening
and she might want something more from you than just being her escort.  I'm
not sure; I wanted to let you know."

   "How do you feel about it?" David asked abruptly and then realized that
he was not being very tactful.  "Sorry.  That came out a bit harsher than I
meant."

   "No, that's fine.  Truthfully, I wish we could stay here on this island
together forever.  I really do think I'm falling in love with you." Geri
sipped her wine again and looked away; watched the sun for a moment.  When
she looked back David had a slight smile on his face.  "What?"

   "I remember that conversation now; it happened here.  You told me about
this and that I would also get business from the Society.  Well," he paused
now, "I have gotten a lot of business.  Interesting, challenging and
profitable.  About this other, I think of myself as a serial monogamist. 
But this sounds different."

   Now it was his turn to look away.  "I think I've been falling in love as
well.  And I don't want to put that in jeopardy.  I didn't assume I was the
only man in your life and that was okay.  Well, mostly okay.  But I have
dealt with jealous people before and it can be ugly.  I don't want that for
us."

   Geri smiled, "I might get jealous if you were fucking every little coed
who smiled at you while you fixed her computer." David laughed, since there
had been a time he thought that might just be possible.  "But yes this is
different." They continued talking into the night and then made long slow
love on the cushions they'd pulled off the lounges.

   David came back to the present, sipped his coffee and turned back to his
computer.  He worked his way through the email, scheduling jobs and sending
replies.  He had pretty much booked the next two weeks with work when he
saw a name that rang a bell.

   Melanie Blackstone.  She was one of Geri's friends, a Blue Lily Society
member, who had stopped by the first night he had spent at Geri's house. 
If he remembered her correctly, she had a soft, body with comfortable
curves, thick black hair and hadn't said much.  She had seemed very nice
and maybe she just wanted him to do some computer work or was making a
referral.  Still, he hesitated before he opened her message.

   ********

   "David,

   I need to ask a big favor of you.  I need an escort for a big event my
company is hosting.  It is an art show opening and will take at least a
weekend, maybe a few days more, probably a Thursday through the following
Tuesday.  The dates are ..." she had included the dates, "It will be held
in Atlanta and my company will fly you up and back and cover all your
expenses.  There will also be a bit of computer work, some you could do
beforehand and a small bit on site.  If you have these dates open, I hope
you will be able to help me.

   Melanie Secretary/CFO Blue Lily Society"

   David stared at the message and sipped coffee.  It had come in last
Friday, while he was still with Geri.  Had she known the specifics of what
was coming?  He called her cell.

   "Geri, I just found an email form Melanie.  Was this what you were
talking about that night?" There was a long pause, which was an answer in
itself.

   "Well, yes and no.  She had approached me some weeks ago and last week
was the first time we really had time, private time to discuss it.  But I
didn't know when she would contact you; only that she might.  Are you okay
or are we - you and me - in trouble?"

   "No, we're great.  It's just that after Sasha , the poster child for
A-types, I don't want to think I was being manipulated."

   "No, No.  Not at all."

   "Okay, when will you be back?" He knew she was going out of town on
business.  "Maybe when you get back, you can come over here and let me cook
for you."

   "How does Thursday night, your place about seven, sound?"

   "Like an x-rated Clue game - the computer geek, at his house, with the
package."

   Geri laughed.  "See you then," and was gone.

   He stared at Melanie's email for a few more minutes.  Refilled his
coffee mug, glad he'd made a pot and not a press this morning, and thought
about how he would reply.  He remembered his first reaction to her.  Even
as he had stood next to Geri, he'd thought, 'How very fuckable.' He shook
himself mentally and checked his schedule.  Nothing was set in concrete -
except for this Thursday.  And the dates in question were week after next.

   He composed a reply.

   "Melanie,

   I have checked my schedule and I am free for the times you mentioned and
I have blocked them off.  I will be busy for the next week or so, but if
you send me the things you need done before I come up, I can certainly get
them done and possibly forwarded back to you beforehand.  Nothing on my
schedule is that complex, at least not as of this morning.

   What should I pack as far as clothes go?  I can only assume this isn't a
jeans and golf shirt or cut offs and t-shirt affair.  I must say I haven't
been to Atlanta in a long time and am already starting to look forward to
the trip.

   David"

   He read the email twice and decided it was business-like and personally
pleasant at the same time.  Then he thought 'fuck it' and hit the send
button.  And got to work.

   ********

   David spent all of the morning and most of the afternoon working on a
project he'd started before he'd gone away with Geri.  It was a small
company that was one of Geri's suppliers and they were having inventory
tracking problems.  She'd recommended David.  They had been using an
off-the-shelf inventory package that didn't quite do what they needed. 
They needed to be able to track each item number, but each number was
actually two separate pieces.  David had sat down with the owner and his
wife, she was the CFO, and worked out exactly what they wanted.

   He had done a mock-up of what he thought they wanted and sent it to them
to test and had gotten their feedback this morning.  Now he had just
finished the final version of his customization, run the simulations and
had made an appointment to install it at their site tomorrow morning.  He
looks at the clock and said to it, "Well, it's Miller time somewhere." And
went out to the kitchen and grabbed a beer.

   Coming back into the office, he opened his laptop and found an email
from Melanie.

   "David

   Thanks for the quick response.  Is there any way you could keep the Wed
& Thurs open, just in case?  The opening itself will be formal - black tie.
You'll also need a suit and a couple of dress shirts and ties.  A good bit
of the time will be "dressy business casual," you know slacks/casual
shirt/sports coat.  As much as I would like to make it shorts and flip
flops, these just aren't those types of people.

   Here is the number for my in-house IT guy.  He's seen some of your work
and thinks you can probably help solve our problem.  'Fresh eyes' he said.
Any way, he's expecting your call.  Any time.  I'll send you more about the
art and artists later.  Study session - hope it doesn't bore you to tears.

   Melanie"

   ********

   David was putting the finishing touches on dinner.  Geri had called
earlier and should be here any time.  The only thing left to do was to
saut, the shrimp and add them to the sauce and put everything on plates. 
He heard the door open and knew Geri was on her way back to the kitchen. 
He turned as she walked in.

   "Would you like a glass of ..."

   He never finished his question.  Geri had grabbed his shoulders and
pulled him into a very deep kiss.  As her mouth hungrily attacked his, her
hands slid over his body and he heard a growl in her throat.  David
instantly had her ass in his hands and was pulling her tightly against his
body.

   "How much time do we have?" Geri murmured against his mouth.

   "Shrimp isn't on yet," David said his voice husky.  And he spun her
around against the counter.  His left hand was now cupping her breast and
his right had slipped down to het skirt hem and he slowly slid it along her
stockinged leg.  His hand met bare thigh at the top of her stocking. 
'Thank God she doesn't wear pantyhose,' he thought as his hand found her
mound and he pressed against it through her panties.  She was already wet.

   Geri moaned deep in her throat as his hand and fingers worked on her. 
He slipped his fingers under her panties and found her clitoris.  He rubbed
gently, but persistently.  Her legs began to tremble and he pressed against
her harder, trapping her body against the counter with his.  She threw her
head back, mouth open and eyes closed.

   "Oh My God!  Don't stop ...  please ...  please ...  oh God ...  oh God
..." and she came with a shudder.  "Bless me ...  how I have missed you."

   Breathlessly David asked, "Ready for supper?" And they both laughed and
relaxed into each other's arms.  Then David stepped back and looked down at
her, "That had to be the best 'Honey, I'm home' of all time."

   Geri was breathing slower now.  "I think you may be right.  And yes, I'm
starving," her hands had reached his penis and she was fondling him through
his jeans, "though maybe I should plan on eating shrimp later."

   "No," David stepped away.  "I've been working on this all day long. 
Besides, we have all night ..." His voice trailed off as he went to the
stove to saut, the shrimp.  "Dinner in ten minutes - tops."

   "Wash your hands silly!"

   ********

   "I had a though earlier." David was up on one elbow, his other hand
tracing the cures of her body.  They had cleaned up the kitchen after
supper and gone straight to his bedroom, undressed each other and jumped
into bed.  But they weren't in a hurry.  They had been touching and
stroking each other.  Little kisses.  Little nips.  "I've never been with
you when you dressed up.  And it was a very pleasant surprise to find you
wearing stockings instead of pantyhose."

   "I hate the way pantyhose feel.  They make me feel fat - like a sausage
in casing."

   "I always figured pantyhose were invented by a demented gay guy who
hated women and wanted to frustrate the men who want them."

   Geri laughed.  She laid a hand on his chest and pushed him onto his
back, as she rose up on one elbow.  Now she was exploring his body as he
had hers.  "I certainly wouldn't want you to feel frustrated."

   David closed his eyes as her hand traveled down and gripped his penis.
As she slowly stroked his length she asked, "Was the garter belt a nice
surprise too?" David moaned incoherently in reply.

   Rising, Geri used her now free hand to cup his balls, squeezing gently
and rhythmically, while her tongue worked on the head of his cock.  She
continued until it glistened and then, very slowly, began to take him into
her mouth.  When she felt it hit the back of her mouth and almost enter her
throat, she pulled back.  Thankfully David had never grabbed her head and
forced her.  Glancing up as she pulled back, she saw that David seemed
transfixed; he eyes were open but seemed to have rolled back in his head.
When only his head was still in her mouth she allowed herself a quick smile
as she continued to stoke him and squeeze his balls.  Her tongue worked on
his head and she again lowered her mouth onto him.  This time she didn't
stop until he was fully in her mouth and throat.

   As Geri worked on him David experienced unending wonder at how lucky he
was.  This beautiful woman had a way of focusing all her energy into
whatever she did; and right now it felt as though a thousand tiny hands
were stroking his penis as her throat muscles and cheeks and tongue
preformed their magic.  He also knew that if he reached out and touched her
he would find her wet.  He heard a long groan and realized that it came
from him.  He was immobile, trapped by her mouth.  He could feel his ball
sac trying to contract.  His orgasm was building - she was doing this only
with her mouth and throat.  She slowly started to rise again, cupping his
balls in both hands, and as his head left her throat, he felt the hot flash
as he erupted in her mouth.

   "Aaaaauh - God!" He cried out and slumped, absolutely drain, as Geri
continued to milk him.

   With a flick of her tongue, Geri got his last drop.  "Wonderful dessert.
I was thinking of sharing it with you, but it was too good.  So I was a
little piggy and kept it all for myself." Her hands had replaced her mouth
on his softening penis, "Besides you didn't share the appetizer with me."
His penis had stopped softening and was finding new vigor.

   Holding him firmly, Geri slid her body over until she was straddling
him, rose and guided him to her opening.  "Don't move - let me do this."
She let go of him and slid down until he was complete buried in her.  David
reveled in the warm moistness of her and fought the urge to thrust.  He
realized that he was fully erect again.

   Geri sat on him, eyes closed, enjoying the way he filled her, filled her
as no lover had before.  She tightened around him and started rocking
slowly, back and forth.  Someone moaned.  She continued her slow rocking,
and the motion changed from back and forth to circling, as if she were
stirring her juices.  'God,' she thought, 'I could do this forever.'

   David watched her through half lidded eyes, fighting the urge not to
move.  If he hadn't just cum the friction would have driven him beyond
control.  It might anyway.  He watched her eyes open, but they were
unfocused - dreamy.  He reached up and took her breasts in his hands,
squeezing them.  His thumbs and forefingers found her nipples and began to
gentle twist and pull them.  Her head fell back and her mouth formed an O.
He felt the tremble in her thighs and she fell forward onto his chest.  Her
motion changed back to the rocking motion as she ground her clit onto his
pelvic bone.

   Geri lifted herself a bit off his chest, her hands on his shoulders - a
better angle and ground hard onto him.  She tried to grip him with the
muscles in her pussy, but they began to spasm as her orgasm swept over her.
She cried out and collapsed onto his chest, her insides on fire and still
spasming.  She felt David rise and roll her onto her back and withdraw his
penis.

   "No ...  No ...  No ..." she cried as he stopped.  The head was all that
was in her now and he was rocking into her, but only a very little bit at a
time.  His head would pull out and then pop back in.  Just the head - in
and out.  He was driving her crazy.  "Please ...  in me now!" She could
feel another orgasm building.

   David could feel her orgasm building, but he continued popping his head
in and out of her.  Her legs were hooked around his waist and her heels
were kicking his ass, trying to force him into her.  Her hips tried to come
up and capture him, but he continued, teasing her all the more.  The he
felt her tense - her thighs quivered and her tunnel started to spasm.  As
her orgasm rolled over her, he thrust and buried himself in her all the
way.

   With a guttural animal sound in her throat, her head thrashed back and
forth in the throes of her orgasm.  David was pounding her body now. 
Pulling back until he was almost out then driving his full length into her
- filling her.  He didn't stop until her body went limp.  Then, still hard
and fully buried in her, he held her body to his and sat back on his heels.
She was lifted up and hanging limply; she was held up by his arms and his
cock still buried in her.  The muscles in her vagina were still rippling up
and down his length.  Her breathing slowly calmed and she opened her eyes
and looked into his.

   "Oh ...  My ...  God ...  David!" She tried to take a deep breath to
calm her heart and realized that the way he was holding her was wonderful.
His strong arms holding her tightly to his chest.  Then she became aware
that her weight was also pressing her clit down onto his pelvic bone. 
"Wait ...  wait ...  please wait ..." she panted.  "I can't ..."

   But David didn't wait to find out what she couldn't do.  He lifted up a
little and started grinding, his cock stirring her juices and that making
his cock start to dance.  He fell forward crushing her to the bed and drove
into her - rapid short strokes - bumping her clit each time.  He could feel
his balls starting to boil and he muscles quivering again and with mingled
cried they both came, their bodies shuddering together.

   Some time later, her head resting on his shoulder and a leg cocked over
his, Geri said, "If I'd known you were missing me this much, I'd have come
home sooner." She ran a hand back and forth over his chest.  "Now I
understand that song title."

   "Which song?"

   "A Roxy music song, 'Love is the Drug,' something like that."

   "Well, I'm certainly going to need some kind of drug if you're planning
to do that again."

   "Oh, I don't know about that," Geri said, trailing a fingernail slowly
up the length of his penis.  "You seem to be recovering quite nicely." The
she kissed him.  "Let's just see what happens."

   ********

   The next morning, over breakfast, they made small talk.  Her trip had
gone well, but she had another one coming up which might mean that they
wouldn't see each other for a couple of weeks.

   "Oh and I heard from Eleanor and Jon.  They loved that inventory thing
you did for them and have been talking to some other people about your
work. You might get some more calls about more work.  Is that OK?"

   "Work's always welcome.  You never know when it will stop." David paused
to munch on his English muffin and thought about the night before.  And
this morning in the shower - Geri had slipped in behind him, snuggled up to
his back and reached around to 'wash' him.  He'd ended up lifting her and
lowering her onto his penis and ...  "And after last night and this
morning, I can't imagine what will happen if you're gone for a couple of
weeks.  You were only gone four days this time."

   Geri laughed and reached under the table and felt the growing lump in
his running shorts.  "You don't seem to have any problems right now."

   "Actually, I was thinking I might need to get a new mattress and
non-slip tiles for the shower." He leaned over and kissed her.  It was
meant to be a quick affectionate kiss, but deepened into something longer
and much more involved.  Then Geri broke the kiss and stepped back.

   "If we don't stop now we're gonna need another shower and God only knows
where that would lead.  Unless, of course, I locked the door." She sounded
very serious, but was smiling.  She reached for the coffee pot and filled
their cups, "I need to get home and straighten out some papers and set up
this next trip.  What's your week look like?"

   "Well, I have sent some setup work to Melanie's IT guy, Chris, and I
think we have that problem straightened out.  She wants me to fly up to
Atlanta on Wednesday to go over everything in person and then be available
as her escort throughout the weekend." He wasn't looking at Geri when he
said this last statement.

   "How do you feel about that?" Geri looked interested.

   'I'm not sure.  The computer work is simple enough, but I feel ...  I
don't know, weird about the other.  I just ..."

   Geri took his coffee cup from him and put it on the counter with hers.
She stepped over, wrapped her arms around him and looked up into his eyes.
He felt himself falling into the blue of her eyes - mesmerized.  "David, I
think I'm falling in love with you."

   He started to speak and she shook her head and shushed him.

   "Let me finish.  I've explained this before, but you need to hear it
again.  You are not our boytoy - the Society's.  Melanie might only want
you as a public escort; I really don't know.  She may want to have sex with
you; again I don't know.  That decision is totally up to you.  Melanie
knows how we are.  At least she knows how I feel about you.  She was
married to an absolute bastard - he physically and emotionally abused her.
She has just started to open up to men again in the last year or so.  So,
if she asks and if you turn her down, be gentle.  But if you decide to be
with her, it will not be a bone of contention between us - you and I."

   She held his eyes for a time and continued, "I think she wants something
else and I don't know what.  I do know she isn't looking for any romantic
entanglements.  She was very fragile when her marriage ended and has become
very strong in a lot of ways, but she is still sometimes emotionally
walking on eggs.  I know she was very impressed with you socially when she
was by the house that night."

   "I'm just not used to this kind of thing.  Like I told you, I've always
been a serial monogamist." David looked very serious.  "I've never been
like that old song - you know 'Love the One You're With.'"

   "Well, here's your chance.  And I don't want details." Geri gave him a
light peck on the lips, "But I would like you to take me out to dinner
Sunday.  Could you do that?"

   David pulled her tight against him, "I can think of nothing better."

   Geri pulled away and headed up the stair.  Over her shoulder she said,
"Pick someplace nice and pick me up at 7.  And don't schedule any work for
early Monday morning."

   ********

   "Would you like some breakfast now ...  or ..." Geri's voice was still a
little breathless.

   David stared past her at the clock, almost noon.  "Good thing I didn't
schedule any work this morning." He focused on her face.  "And I can't
believe I'm gonna say this, but we have to stop.  I can't do it anymore; I
feel like I've been worn down to a nub."

   Geri reached down and stroked him.  His penis jumped.  "I think that is
a bit of an exaggeration, but I need to take off and so do you.  I have a
flight to catch later and you need to get ready to fly to Atlanta."

   "Yeah.  Melanie wants me up there tomorrow; something about an artist's
video installation.  She sent me the specs over the weekend and it's pretty
complicated.  Computer controlled, multi-screened video or something like
that."

   "Back to my original question ...  breakfast ...  or ..."

   "God you are insatiable woman."

   ********

   David was on his hands and knees crawling behind a false wall in the
exhibition hall.  He was working on the exhibit of ck quoi, a
performance/concept artist from New York.  Her display included 12 screens
all connected to a computer which would sync images and video clips while
Ms quoi did whatever she did.  David was checking connections.

   "Would you like some company back there?" ck quoi's accent was hard New
York.  To David it sounded as appealing as chalk on a blackboard.

   "No thanks.  It's kinda crowded back here."

   "I know ..."

   David pictured her in his mind's eye.  Medium height, almost anorexic,
with large pointed tits.  How the hell she got them that way was beyond
him. Maybe some kind of special bra.  He knew she wanted to fuck him, but
he doubted he could get it up for her if his life depended on it.  He'd
listened to her babble while he went over the computer setup and had
decided she was full of shit.

   "Ah ...  here we go.  Loose connection.  We'll give it another try." He
stood and worked his way around to the computer.  The program was ready -
someone else had programmed it for her.  That much was obvious.  She'd told
him so.  She was a "concept person, not a worker drone." He hit enter and
the screens came to life and the exhibit was ready.

   "Oh, you're a God.  I'd love to find a way to thank you personally." She
had stepped up close, staring into his eyes and running her tongue over her
bottom lip.  "I'm sure (he heard shoewa) I can find a way to show you how
much I appreciate your help."

   "I appreciate your offer, but I'm on the clock.  No rest for us 'worker
drones,' you know," and with that he fled.

   He found Melanie in the room she was using for an office.  She was
casually dressed in loose jeans and a sweater.  Her hair was pulled back
and her sleeves pushed up.  She was working her way through a stack of
papers, checking items off while cross-checking the in the show's catalog.
She looked up as he entered and crossed the room.

   "Did you get ck setup?"

   "Oh yeah.  Her exhibit is all ready to go and working just fine."

   "Not my idea of art," Melanie said looking back at the catalog, "but
what can you do?  She's 'cutting edge.'"

   "So she said." David mimicked her accent, "'I am so cutting edge other
so-called artists are afraid to get near me.' Christ, what a crock.  More
likely they are afraid of being impaled on her tits." David winced.  "Uh,
sorry."

   Melanie rubbed her eyes and looked over at him.  "Don't be, I've thought
the same thing.  Since you're not bleeding, I assume you avoided them too."

   "I ended up running from the room just in time."

   Melanie laughed, the first real laugh David had heard from her.  She
capped her pen and dropped it on the desk.  "If you're done with her, we're
done for the day.  It's after six.  Would you like to get a drink?"

   "I would love a drink, but I need to grab a shower first.  I wouldn't
want to inflict myself on anybody right now - not the way I must smell."

   "Tell you what, let's clean up and meet in the lobby in about thirty
minutes.  I know a nice little Italian place, not too far.  We could walk."

   "That is by far the best offer I've had since I landed in Atlanta." And
they walked out of the office.

   ********

   Later that night as he drifted toward sleep, David thought of their
evening.  He had feared she would make a play and he wasn't quite sure yet
how he would handle that, if it happened.  But instead, they had talked -
first over drinks, then over dinner and finally over espressos.  It was
sort of like a blind date - life stories, likes and dislikes.  He found her
very funny, in a self-deprecating way.  She thought her ex-husband was an
asshole, but seemed not to be bitter about it.  She had said that Sasha
sounded just like the type of woman her ex would go for - the opposite of
her.

   As they walked back to the hotel, she had linked her arm through his and
leaned a little - just a little - against him.  As they had gotten in the
elevator, she asked, "You and Geri seem to be becoming an item, aren't
you?"

   "I think so," he'd replied honestly.  "I like her very much."

   As the elevator stopped for his floor, she stood on tiptoe and kissed
him on the cheek, "Good." And the doors closed.

   And as he slipped into sleep a though ran across his brain.  "Nice
perfume."

   The next couple of days were more of the same - computer trouble
shooting and meeting with a few artists.  The computer trouble shooting was
very easy; it was mostly taken care of by Melanie's IT guy.  IT gal it
turned out.  Chris was Christine not Christopher.  David thought she was
attractive in a no non-sense way.  And very savvy about what was needed. 
As they finished up the final setup and run through, Chris looked over at
him.  "Got time for a beer?"

   "Yeah," David said a little surprised.  Glancing at his watch, he went
on, "Yeah.  We got all this done quicker than I'd expected.  I want to wash
up - say ten minutes in the main bar?"

   "See ya there."

   Ten minutes later they occupied a two-top in the corner, a couple of
pints of ale sitting between them.  "That setup work you sent me a couple
of weeks ago is the reason we can have this beer now," Chris said.  "I
would have been fucking with that all morning if you hadn't cleaned up the
code back then."

   "No, you would have gotten it."

   "Maybe, but my frustration level was pretty high when I sent the program
to you; AND I have to admit I was a little pissed when Melanie suggested
sending it in the first place.  Ego bruise I guess, like I couldn't figure
it out myself.  But she argued the 'fresh eyes' argument and she was
right."

   Their conversation was like that, very relaxed.  Computers, school - all
the safe subjects.  Then as David finished off his ale, Chris asked, "How
come you haven't hit on me?  I know I'm no model, but ..." David looked at
her as she kept going, "...  and I'm not fishing for a compliment.  But
you're the first guy I've done tech work with who hasn't hit on me."

   David sat back and thought for a minute, long enough that Chris looked a
little worried.  "Well, a couple of reasons.  First, I'm at the beginning
of a relationship, I think.  There is a woman I'm seeing and we get along
very, very well."

   "Okay, what else?"

   "If I were unattached ..." David started, "...  well, I never hit on
women.  It made me uncomfortable.  Guess I was afraid of being rebuffed.  I
read something a book once, where a guy told a woman 'you've got all the
right parts in all the right places.' That's what I see when I see you -
great face, great body, quick mind.  Wicked sense of humor.  I might have
asked you out for drinks or dinner, but nothing more.  I enjoy your
company."

   "But why nothing more?"

   "You're gay, aren't you?"

   Now it was Chris's turn to sit back.  She studied him, a faint smile
playing on her lips.  "You think ..."

   "No, I know you're gay.  I had a lot of gay friends in school - some
very out there, but most just people getting by who happened to be gay. 
Didn't wear it as a badge, but ..."

   Chris just shook her head and started laughing, "Who'd have thought it?
A perceptive sensitive geek.  And I had a gentle rebuff all ready." They
stood up together and she gave him a quick hug.  "That was a great break.
Guess I'll see you tonight.  I'm going up for a nap and to get changed and
ready for the gala.  See you then." And she headed for the door, paused and
gave him a wink as she glanced back over her shoulder, then went to the
lobby.

   'Jesus, what a week,' David though as he followed after her.  But he had
a few things to check out in the exhibit hall before he could go clean up.

   ********

   David was standing on the side of the exhibit hall, a glass of champagne
in his hand, scanning the room.  He had seen and nodded to Chris.  She was
across the room and looking really nice in a red sheath dress which was a
bit more form fitting than he would have expected.  She looked very hot and
he hoped the lady would get lucky tonight.

   He thought the dinner/reception before the show had gone well too.  He
had been Melanie's escort and thought he had done a good job.  He had
smiled a lot and said nothing profound, or pithy, about the art; everyone
assuming that as Melanie's escort he had seen the show before they could.
And he didn't trash ck quoi, who had hit on him again.

   Melanie looked stunning in a deep jade gown.  Her thick black hair waved
softly around her face and danced over her shoulders as she moved.  But
David had been shocked to see her eyes were a deep green and sparkled like
jewels tonight.  He had met her at her room and they had ridden down to the
banquet together; her hand resting lightly on his elbow.

   "You really clean up very nicely, David," Melanie said as she gave his
arm a squeeze.  "Here is the game plan - we'll go in together and greet all
the really big spenders.  Then separate and circulate.  Well, I'll
circulate and hob-nob and you can circulate and observe and listen.  Okay?"

   "Sounds like a plan.  But what am I listening for?"

   "Anything about the show.  This is my biggest event yet - way bigger
than anything I've ever done and I'm so nervous you wouldn't believe it."

   "You don't show it.  You look very poised and confident." He gave her
his best smile.  "The show looks great.  And you look stunning, by the
way."

   "Thank you.  I'd give you a kiss just for that," she angled her head and
there was a ghost of a smile, "but I don't want to ruin my makeup."

   David smiled at her and stepped forward as the elevator doors opened. 
He wasn't sure but thought he heard her say, "Yet," very softly under her
breath.

   So he had mingled.  And he chatted amiably during dinner.  And he was
now mingling around the show.  Soaking up conversations.  He felt his cell
phone buzz, pulled it from his tux pocket and stepped behind a pillar, a
little surprised he had good reception.  "Hello?"

   "Hi lover," It was Geri.

   "Where are you?"

   "And it is great to hear your voice too," Laughing, Geri went on.  "I'm
in London, just got back from dinner meeting.  How's the show going? 
Melanie must be on pins and needles."

   "It is so-o-o-o good to her your voice.  And Melanie is a bit stressed,
even though the show is going very well and from what I've overheard
everyone one is impressed with both the show and the setup.  The preshow
dinner and drinks went well and the show is a big hit with all the money
people.  I think she's going to be getting some major offers out of this."

   "That is good to hear.  How are you doing?"

   "Fine, though I really miss you." David sipped some champagne. 
"Surprised a lesbian by not hitting on her and fended off a crazy artist.
Otherwise it's been very civilized and smooth."

   "Let me guess - Chris from IT and the pushy bitch with the pointed tits,
right?"

   "You know, you can be a little scary sometimes."

   Geri's laugh sounded musical through the cell phone.  "Not really, I've
met Chris - and I'm not surprised she gets hit on 'cos she is a hottie -
and Melanie has told me about ...  what's her name?"

   "ck quoi."

   "Oh yes, Ms quoi." David could hear a yawn.  "Lover, I wanted to check
in, but I think the jetlag is on me again.  I've got to go to bed.  See you
when we both get back."

   "Geri, I miss you."

   "I miss you too.  Give my love and congratulations to Melanie.  Bye
lover." And she was gone.

   David replaced his cell phone and stepped back around the pillar.  The
crowd was still slowly circling and the talk was still positive.  He
grabbed a new glass of champagne from a passing waiter and headed across
the room to Melanie.  As he reached her, he heard a quite voice in his ear.

   "If I'd known you cleaned up this well, I might have offered to bat for
the other team for a night." The soft chuckle that punctuated that
statement blew warmly across the side of his face.  He turned to find
Chris.

   "And if I'd known you were going to wear a dress like that I may have
just let you." He gave her a peck on the cheek, "You look sensational."

   "Thanks," she smiled and blushed just a little.  "Fortunately my partner
is here tonight, just flew into Hartsfield, and is on her way to the hotel.
So the dress isn't wasted.  Of course, she has a bi streak in her, so maybe
..."

   "No, I don't think my heart would stand up to the pressure."

   "God I can't leave my techies alone for one minute before they start
plotting misbehavior." Melanie stepped beside them.  "Did Joanie get here
okay?"

   "Yes and thank you, that was a nice surprise.  She just called me."

   Melanie's eyes warmed, "Take off and go down to meet her in the lobby.
And don't forget, breakfast meeting at nine tomorrow morning.  We'll rehash
tonight and go over the public opening for tomorrow night."

   "See you then." Chris beamed, "And thanks again for the present." And
she hurried off.

   "Present?" David seemed puzzled.

   "I flew her partner up for the weekend.  Chris has really busted her
butt on this and deserved the perk." Melanie looked after the retreating
form with a fond expression on her face, before turning back to David. 
"Sometimes I think of her as a daughter - a habit I've been told I should
break.  I seem to do that a lot."

   "Ahhh ..."

   "And now," Melanie surveyed the hall, "I think we're about done here. 
Would you like a drink or maybe coffee and dessert?"

   "Actually, a drink sound very nice.  I could use a little unwind time
before tomorrow's meeting."

   "How about in my suite, in say ...  ten minutes ...  I should be able to
escape by then.  And no shop talk.  That can wait until tomorrow."

   "Sounds great."

   ********

   They met outside Melanie's suite, arriving by different elevators. 
David had stopped by his room and removed his tux jacket and bow tie. 
Melanie had just gotten away from the opening.

   "Sorry, I'd hoped to get here sooner, but some big money wanted to talk.
Crashing bore, but what can you do," she shrugged as she slipped her key
card in the door and waited for the green light.  "Business smile and
future business, I hope."

   "I understand," David followed her into the room.  ""When you are the
business, you are the customer's beck and call."

   Melanie let David close the door and walked straight to the mini-bar. 
"Gin OK?" she asked as she pulled out a bottle of gin and two bottles of
tonic.  David nodded and she poured out two drinks, dropping in a slice of
lime.  "I've got to get out of these shoes," she said as she handed David
his drink and kicked the shoes in the direction of the bedroom.  "Ahhhhh,
that's better; have a seat."

   They sat on the sofa facing the sliding glass doors and a view of
Atlanta, all lit up.  David thought he could almost hear the kinks
unwinding and relaxation setting in.  Melanie stretched her legs out and
wiggled her toes, causing a faint rustle of her stockings and her skirt to
ride up on her thighs just a bit.  She moaned a relaxation moan and sat
forward and removed her suit coat, tossing it onto a nearby chair.

   "Well, what do you think about tonight?  Was it a success or not?"
Melanie asked with her head back and eyes closed, as if she were expecting
either bad news or sleep.

   "Yes," was David's quick reply.  When Melanie rolled her head towards
him and opened one eye, he went on, "And no more shop talk until the
meeting tomorrow morning.  Let the impressions steep overnight.  Just relax
and let yourself unwind."

   He took a long slow sip of his G&T and settled back into the sofa. 
"You've been getting wound up tighter and tighter all week; hell the last
couple of weeks.  And before you say anything, I know this has been a very
important project for you; but nothing is going to change tonight.  Unless
someone chokes ms quoi, we can only hope."

   At that Melanie gave a little snort and move over to David.  "Could you
put your arm around me?  I need to be held."

   David reached out and pulled her the rest of the way over and let her
drop her head on his shoulder.  He sipped his drink again, as she lifted
her feet and tucked them up on the couch.  He heard Geri's voice in his
head, 'Be gentle' and 'It would be alright ...  no jealousy.' And he tried
to let his mind go blank for a minute.  He felt Melanie take a deep breath
and shudder against him.  He felt a thickening in his loins and tried to
shift without disturbing Melanie.

   "Is this uncomfortable for you," she asked without lifting her head or
looking at him.

   "Ahhh, you read minds as well.  No not really," David said with a smile,
"Well, I'm not sure."

   They were silent for a long time after that, just sitting and looking
out at the nighttime Atlanta skyline.  David could feel all the knots of
tension starting to release in Melanie's body.  She very slowly relaxed in
his arm, nestling a little more into his shoulder.  He realized she had
really been wound up about this event.  Then he felt himself relax.  The
awkwardness he had been guarding slipping away.

   He felt the comfortable warmth of her body against his; caught the faint
whiff of her perfume again.  It was nice, something light, with just a hint
of vanilla.  He had taken a deep breath and hadn't realized he was holding
it in.  He slowly exhaled.  And as he did, Melanie turned her head up and
very lightly kissed him on the throat, just under his jaw line.  A spot
Geri had found - no other woman had ever kissed him there.  And he suddenly
felt safe and warm.

   They shifted as one - later he would tell himself it was just accidental
- and as he looked down at her Melanie raised her face to his and they
kissed.  Slow and tentative, for a long time, neither pulling back.  Then
the kiss deepened and became something more.  There was a bit of hunger
there.  Tongues seeking and exploring; hands moving slowly here and there.
And David found his loins were no longer thickening; he was rock hard.

   Melanie shifted, and without breaking their kiss, moved in front of him
and unbuckled his belt, opened his zipper and slid her hand into his pants.
Her hand wrapped around him and squeezed.  With her other hand she
unbuttoned his pants.  Someone moaned in the kiss.  She took both hands and
slid his pants and underwear down his legs.  Still kissing, she rose up,
slid her skirt to her hips, and straddled his lap.

   David's hands were under her skirt now, sliding up her thighs.  He felt
her stockings and the garters holding them up and then her smooth soft
flesh where her stockings ended.  Her hands were there - one holding him
and the other pulling her panties aside.  She lowered herself on him,
guiding him into her warmth.  She slowly, very slowly, took him in.  Their
mouths were still together, devouring each other.  Finally he was
completely inside her.  She felt stretched as never before; a fullness she
didn't know existed.

   "Just hold me like this.  Please." She mumbled around their lips.  David
held her tightly to him, lost in the moment.  Her inner muscles squeezed
him.  He twitched his cock in reply.  She squeezed and he twitched.  Their
bodies carrying on a form of silent communication.  Then her whole body
tensed and David felt the ripples of her orgasm start.  Her head flopped
back, her eyes rolled up and her mouth opened into a perfect O.

   "Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh," Melanie moaned out, and she collapsed against his
chest.  "Oh God.  I could stay like this forever." Her voice was barely a
whisper.

   David held her until her ragged breathing settled.  He was still fully
erect and buried in her.  Part of his mind marveled at how wet she'd
become. His cock involuntarily twitched again.  Melanie groaned.

   "David, will you take me to bed.  Undress me and take me to bed?"

   In response, David reached around her and worked his shoes and socks
off. He couldn't believe he did it with crashing them both into the coffee
table.  He slipped his pants the rest of the way off.  With his hands under
her ass, he said, "Hold on to me tightly.  Don't let go." And stood, with
Melanie impaled on his cock, and walked very slowly toward the bedroom.

   They both looked in the mirror as they passed.  What they saw was pure
passion.  And then they both started to giggle.  "I'd better get down,"
Melanie said with reluctance.  She unwrapped her legs from his hips and
slid down his body and his cock popped out and up.

   ********

   "Whew," Melanie sighed as she lifted her head from David's shoulder. 
She raised herself up on one elbow and looked down into his face.  "I want
a glass of wine.  Hell, I need a glass of wine and I don't think my legs
will work.  At least not for a while.  Would you please pour us a couple of
glasses?"

   David wasn't totally sure his legs would work, but said, "Red or white?"

   Melanie laughed lustily.  "Either.  What's the matter - your legs not
working either?"

   "I'm not sure." David rose from the tangled sheets and walked slowly to
the living room and to the bar.  As he opened the bottle of Pinot Noir, he
thought of Geri, with a twinge of guilt, and remembered what she had said.
'No guilt' and 'She hasn't been with anyone for some time.  Be gentle.'
Well, he'd tried, but Melanie had had other ideas.

   Their love making had been spontaneous and athletic.  Her on top.  Him
on top.  On their sides.  From behind.  And she had certainly cum.  Quite a
few times if her howls were anything to go by.  And she hadn't cut his
pleasure short either.  He had cum at least three times and God forbid they
try any more - his nuts might just fall off.

   He carried the glasses of wine to the bedroom, along with the rest of
the bottle.  Melanie hadn't moved; she was still lying on a mass of tangled
sheets.  She smiled up at him.  "My ex would have been asleep about the
time you carried me in here.  He would have cum and I'd have been left on
the brink.  Thank you."

   "Then he was a fool.  Have some wine."

   "Actually most men.  Unload and sleep," Melanie frowned.  "Sorry, that's
probably not fair, but that has been my limited experience.  Until tonight.
Geri is a very lucky woman."

   They sipped wine and looked at each other.  "Geri told me you might not
...  do this with me.  And not to take it personally if you backed off. 
I'm glad you took me up on my offer.  That may be very selfish of me, but
there it is.  And now ..."

   "Melanie, if you want to do this again tonight, I have to warn you ..."

   "No, well ...  maybe later," she gave him a sly grin and lowered her
eyes, "but never again.  This has been wonderful; Geri was right, you are a
wonderful lover.  And she deserves you.  I won't be poaching, but now I
have hope.  I'll find someone."

   She lifted her glass to him.  "To a wonderful experience."

   "To you.  And a great job well done.  We are celebrating your show after
all."

   "Thank you and yes.  But I do have an ulterior motive and I hope you
won't leave when I tell you about it." She hesitated and David could see
she was arguing with herself, or plucking up courage for something.

   "Melanie, go ahead and ask.  I won't leave.  My father always said the
worst thing someone could do is say no.  He was wrong about that, but
generally, it is true.  So ask; I won't leave." She held out her glass for
more wine.  When he had poured she took a sip, delaying, and then he saw
her make up her mind.

   "David, I have a niece.  Her name is Shannon.  She's in college and is
much closer to me than to her mother.  Her parents are divorced, finally.
Her father was an abusive asshole.  But growing up she saw her mother take
his abuse and doesn't respect her the way she should.  She's a senior at
university now, popular, plays softball.  She's quite good.  She's
attractive ..."

   David thought he knew where this was going, but held his tongue.  He
just took a sip of wine and let Melanie go on.

   " ...  Oh Hell!  She told me she thinks she's a lesbian, but isn't sure.
She's never had sex with a man.  Her hymen has been broken, but she is
essentially a virgin - at least where men are concerned.  I think she
wanted me to hire someone, but I told her no.  She got real mad at me."
More wine sipping.  "I made a counter offer - I'd see if I could find
someone to set her up with as a date.  And she could make the choice.  Does
that sound fair?"

   No, he thought.  "Yes, within some limits.  I should also be able to
call it off." He saw Melanie start to stiffen and went on quickly, "I
wouldn't make her feel bad.  Not an outright rejection, but we'd need to
talk and get to know each other.  At least a bit.  Otherwise it would be
miserable for both of us."

   Melanie relaxed and smiled.  She sipped her wine again and looked at him
with smoky eyes and said, "That is exactly what Shannon said.  Practically
word for word.  I think you two would get along.  And I know you would be
gentle with her." She turned away from him and placed her wine glass on the
nightstand.  Turning back she took him in her hand, gently squeezing, "As
you were with me.  And my, my, what have we here?  That didn't take long."
And lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

   ********

   And so two nights later, David found himself waiting for Shannon in the
revolving restaurant atop the hotel.  Geri had called him the morning after
his evening with Melanie and told him she would be delayed a week.  Would
he forgive her?  And so he had told her of Melanie's request and they had
talked about it for quite a while.  Her firm response was to do it.

   "I know Shannon; she's a wonderful young woman.  I just hope you won't
forget me."

   Those words were still circling around in his brain.  As if he could
forget Geri.  It was with that thought that he watched Shannon walk into
the restaurant.  He might not have recognized her from the picture Melanie
had shown him.  That Shannon had very long hair and looked solid.  Solid in
the way a softball catcher would look and it stood to reason since she was
the catcher for her college softball team.  But she had cut her hair to
shoulder length and looked slimmer - less sturdy - in her black dress and
heels.  He guessed it was the way she studied the room as she waited for
the ma�tre d that made him recognize her.  He stood and started to walk her
way just as the ma�tre d returned to his desk and motioned her to follow.
David remained standing as they approached and extended his hand to her. 
"Shannon, I'm David.  It is nice to meet you at last."

   "Mel said you were cute, but ...  Sorry, David, it's nice to finally
meet you as well." Her handshake was both soft and firm.  She breathed in
slowly to calm her heart rate.  She really didn't want to show this guy how
nervous she was.  She had been ready to run at the first sight of him, but
he seemed to be a really nice guy.  He even held her seat for her as she
sat down.  The ma�tre' d poured her some wine and withdrew.

   "Are you as nervous about this as I am," David asked her as she sipped
her wine.  He laughed lightly as he sipped his wine.

   "Thank you for asking, and yes I am," she laughed as well.  "This does
seem a little weird."

   But the weirdness disappeared and they had a long quiet dinner and
conversation.  Waiters appeared only when needed and withdrew just as
quickly.  No rush - a young couple getting to know each other.  And they
both found they liked and enjoyed each other's company.  David couldn't get
over the change in her appearance from the picture Melanie had shown him.
He found himself staring at her pale smooth skin and deep blue eyes.  And
she caught him staring.

   "Like what you see?" Shannon's stern tone didn't quite match the twinkle
in her eyes.

   "Sorry, I really didn't mean to stare.  But you look so different from
the picture Melanie showed me."

   "Ah, let me guess which one.  Butch softball catcher - right?" She
sighed.  "I rue the day I ever gave her that picture.  I was still carrying
five pounds of baby fat from high school and had added about twelve of the
obligatory 'Freshman Fifteen.' Needless to say, I've lost that weight.  And
I guess I clean up OK."

   David laughed, "Yeah old photos have a way of haunting us.  Actually it
was your hair, you've cut it.  And it looks really nice, the way it frames
your face."

   "Nice silver-tongued recovery." Shannon sat back, sipped her wine and
eyed him for a minute.  "My decision to come down here tonight was a last
minute decision.  As a matter of fact, I had pretty much decided not to
come down.  I went to see Chris ..."

   "Melanie's IT guy?"

   "Yeah Mel's IT guy.  And don't interrupt.  Anyway, I went to see Chris
and she told me I should come down.  I've known her since my freshman year
at school; she was doing some extra course work or she would have already
graduated.  Her partner was on the softball team.  Anyway, she told me that
you didn't hit on her.  I must admit I was a little surprised.  I though
all you geek guys did was hit on unavailable women.  She said that if I was
gonna pass on tonight, she might just volunteer to take my place.  Coming
from Chris, that is high praise indeed."

   "Well, I don't know what to say.  I mean ..." David knew he was
stammering.

   Shannon smiled over the rim of her wineglass, "I didn't mean to make you
uncomfortable."

   "Well, as to hitting on Chris ...  first I never have hit on women.  It
probably makes me as uncomfortable as it makes them.  Second, I knew she
was gay.  No, before you ask, she doesn't broadcast it.  But when I was in
school I had some gay friends who were very comfortable with themselves and
their place in the world.  That's what I picked up from Chris."

   "And me?  Do you pick that up from me?"

   " Honestly no.  But then my Bullshit-O-Meter is much more finely tuned
than my Gay-O-Meter.  And neither has ticked tonight.  Don't know what that
means other than there has been no bullshit."

   Shannon watched him over the rim of her wineglass, obviously making up
her mind.  She leaned forward and said to him, "Can you get another bottle
of this wine with a couple of glasses?  I think we should go up to your
room - if that's okay with you."

   "I think we should.  And this wine is already in my room.  Melanie had
it well stocked before I got here." David smiled and signaled the waiter
for the bill.  When he had signed it, they left for his room.

   ********

   "Your room is a lot nicer than mine," Shannon observed as she prowled
David's sitting area.  "You have a suite; I just got a room.  Of course you
have been here for a week working.  Still Mel must like you best." She
turned, grinning, and stuck her tongue out at him.

   "What can I say?"

   She remained at the window and David could tell by the sudden tension in
her stance something was coming.  She stared out and slowly sipped her
wine. He kept his distance and didn't speak.

   And without turning from the window she started.  "I guess Mel told you
I am a virgin without a hymen.  Well, it's true.  When I was seventeen, I
was with a touring team and we were playing in a tournament.  Kicking ass,
you might say.  Anyway a whole bunch of us were partying, celebrating our
win that afternoon against the hands down favorite.  Anyway a girl from
another team and I ...  we sorta slipped away for some private time
together.  She was kinda butch and a few years older ..." Shannon fell
silent again, sipped some wine.  "Anyway, we got naked together and the
next thing I knew she had stabbed me with a vibrator of some kind.  It
really hurt and I screamed.  She covered my mouth and whispered that it
would be better soon.  It would stop hurting.  But it didn't." She
shuttered.

   David stepped over behind her and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. 
He whispered, "You don't need to go over that again."

   "You're wrong; I do need to get this out." Shannon leaned back on David
and took a deep breath.  "I've never voiced any of this and I need to do
it. For myself, and for you, so if I back out later we'll both know why."

   David slowly slid his hand across her shoulder and up and down her upper
arm.  "Would you like to sit?"

   "No, this actually feels very nice." As he held her Shannon laid her
head back on his shoulder, eyes closed.  "Anyway, I've had very good and
gentle lovers since then.  Women ...  and I love the feel of a woman's body
and ...  we know how a woman's body reacts to a touch and where to touch
and ..."

   Shannon's voice trailed off.  David just held her, supporting her
weight, and waited for her to go on at her own pace.  She turned and looked
him in the eyes.

   "The stories I heard around the dorm and from friends on campus were all
horror stories.  Men behaved the same way as that girl at the tournament
did.  Pushed before the other person was ready, or didn't care if they
wanted to do anything.  So I was afraid.  There were guys who asked me out
- guys I would have gone out with but ..." She trailed off again.

   "But you didn't want to chance it.  That is understandable." David led
her to the couch.  "Here sit, I'll get some more wine." He poured the wine
and joined her on the couch, close but apart.  "I told Melanie that whether
anything happens between us is something we both have to decide.  And I'll
admit I was a bit skeptical to start.  But I've really enjoyed being with
you tonight.  I don't want to rush you.  I'm still here for another night.
We don't have to do anything tonight.  Or ever, if that's what you want. 
You can stay here tonight or go up to your room.  We can roam the city
tomorrow and have dinner tomorrow night as well.  I'm yours for the
duration."

   Shannon's face lit up some and she laughed.  "Why thank you kind sir, so
all the pressure is mine." She visibly relaxed.  "Thanks, really.  Do you
have a t-shirt I could borrow?"

   "Yeah."

   "Good.  I think, if you don't mind, I'd like to sleep here.  If you
don't mind just holding me tonight.  I don't feel like being alone right
now.  Maybe we could spoon and we'll see about tomorrow."

   "Ugh ...  okay, but ..."

   "What, after your big speech you can't ..."

   "No, no.  It's just that ...  well you're very nicely put together and
if you should wake up to another presence in bed with us ...  well it
wouldn't be an attack.  I mean ...  nature happens."

   "I'm a big girl.  I'm sure I can take care of myself.  IF need be."

   David, not quite so sure of himself all of a sudden, stared at her and
tried not to wince.  He opened his mouth, but no words came out.  Shannon,
noting his discomfort, smiled and went on, "You are trying to figure a way
to tell me I have a nice ass without offending me and that snuggling
against my nice ass might cause you to get a hard on and you don't want me
to think you're about to rape me.  Does that pretty much sum it up?"

   "Yeah; that just about does sum it up - specially the part about the
nice ass."

   "Glad you noticed, I really do work on it.  And don't worry ...  if it
happens I might just jump you." Her smile brightened her whole face and she
slid across the couch, took his arm and pulled it around her shoulders. 
"Just hold me and let's sip wine for now."

   And they did.  Enjoying the quiet and each other's warmth.

   ********

   Shannon stepped from the bathroom wearing David's largest t-shirt, and
her own panties, since the shirt didn't quite afford her total coverage. 
She switched off the bathroom light, but not before David got a glimpse of
her backlit body through the shirt.  He groaned.

   Light filtered through the partially drawn blinds, bathing the room in a
soft glow.  "O-h-h, did you like what you saw?" Shannon giggled.

   "Don't be a tease, it's not becoming."

   "Spoilsport," she said as she pulled back the sheets and climbed into
bed beside him.  "Seriously thanks.  I know I didn't say much, but it took
a lot out of me to tell you what I did.  And I really don't want to be
alone right now." She turned her back to him and they scooted together.

   As David put an arm around her and they snuggled closer, he said, "No
problem.  Though that fine ass of yours might become one."

   "We'll see." And she wiggled it into his crotch for emphasis.

   ********

   David woke and could hear Shannon's soft breathing.  That was no problem
for him.  However his hand had somehow slipped under the t-shirt and was
cupping her breast.  'Oh shit,' he thought and tried to extricate his hand.
Shannon's fine ass moved rhythmically against his hardened cock and her
hand fell on his wrist, effectively keeping her breast cupped.

   "Oh dear, we seem to have a problem here," Shannon remarked in a sleepy
slur.  And she gave him another little butt push and wiggle.  "Whatever are
we going to do?"

   David was glad she couldn't see him blush in the darkened room.  "Uh
..." was the best he could come up with.  Then his thumb brushed her nipple
and the air around him seemed to change.  Shannon purred and tried to
snuggle even closer.  So he continued.  And her nipple responded nicely to
the repeated brush of his thumb.  Very nicely.

   He lifted his body on his other elbow and she turned so she was half
under him, reached up and pulled his face to hers.  They kissed, lightly at
first and then with more force until she was devouring his mouth.  He
continued to tease her nipple, now with thumb and forefinger.  She broke
the kiss and gasped, "Ooohh."

   He pulled her close with his free arm and slid his other hand to her
other breast and attacked that nipple.  It firmed up immediately at his
touch.  He realized her hands had moved to his waist and her thumbs were
hooked into the waistband of his sleep pants.  She was pushing the down. 
She seemed to be in no hurry, but was persistent in getting him out of
them.

   He raised his hips to help her and started gently kissing her face - her
cheekbone, her eyelids, the bridge of her nose.  Her lips were on his
throat.  When his sleep pants were around his knees she stopped pushing
them and slowly brought her hands up his thigh, moving to the inside and
using her nails to scratch him as she brought her hands back up.  Then she
had his penis in both hands.  She pulled back looking into his face, eyes
wide.

   "Oh my God.  You're huge." There was a mixed sense of wonder and fear in
her voice.  "I don't know if I can ..."

   David shut her off with a kiss.  "Don't worry.  We have a long time to
work on that," he whispered into her mouth.  He raised her and pulled his
t-shirt from her in one motion and settled her back down.  He continued to
kiss her - mouth, eyes, throat, and back to her mouth.  She relaxed in his
arm.  All the while he continued to play with her nipples.  He stroked and
pulled them, scraped his nails along their length.  Then he slid his mouth
down and her circled one with his tongue, bathing the aureole.  She gasped.

   "Oh.  Oh.  Use your teeth ..." she panted.  And he did.

   He held her nipple between his teeth and lashed it with his tongue. 
Back and forth.  The he slowly pulled his head back, his teeth holding on
to the nipple and lifting her breast until the weight of it pulled the
nipple back through his teeth.  Shannon moaned.  He attacked the other
breast the same way.

   And his hands were not idle.  He touched her sides, slid his hands
across her stomach marveling at the muscle, and back around her sides.  He
kept exploring her upper body as he attacked her breasts with his mouth. 
His hands would come close to, but never touch her panties.

   Her mind was foggy from his continued attack, but her hands stayed on
him and were not idle either.  She stroked him, cupped his balls, scratched
at the inside of his thighs.  Part of her was awed by his size and
hardness. And amazed at how velvety smooth his cock felt in her hands.

   As his hands traveled down her stomach again, she planted her feet and
raised her hips.  "More.  Touch me," she breathed out.

   So he did.  One hand slid around her hips and into her panties and
squeezed her ass.  His other hand cupped her through her panties and gently
massaged her sex, all the while continuing to give her breast the attention
she seemed to like.  She was wet and he could smell her scent.  She raised
her hips to meet his hand, so he increased the pressure.  She let go of him
and brought her hands up to remove her panties.  He dropped his hands to
push down his sleep pants.  Both were soon lost in the mass of tangled
sheets at the foot of the bed.

   They lay on their sides for a moment, legs entwined and arms around each
other just breathing heavily.  They playfully nibbled at each other's lips.
She slid a hand to the middle of his back and pressed him against her.  He
slipped his hand down to her ass and squeezed.

   "A fine ass indeed,' he panted.

   "Oh God.  I don't want to stop, but ..."

   "We need to take it slowly," he said as he rolled her onto her back and
kissed her under her ear.  "Just relax, we'll take this as slowly as you
like and stop when you say to.  But I really want to taste you," he went on
as he slid he lips down the throbbing line in her throat.  And down between
her breasts and was kissing the hard muscles of her stomach.  His hands
were at her hips, flexing as they squeezed the cheeks of her 'fine ass.'

   Shannon's eyes were rolled back in her head.  David wouldn't have known
this since his were shut as well.  She was just lost in the sensations;
giving herself up to her body's needs.  She shuttered as he kissed her
naval and moved down and started kissing her inner thighs.  She opened her
legs for him without a conscious thought.  His cheeks and nose brushed her
lips as he moved his mouth from thigh to thigh.  Her breathing became more
rapid and then he was there.  He took her sex into his mouth and sucked and
nibbled her lips.

   David felt the tremors in her body as he sucked her lips into his mouth.
Using his teeth he slowly pulled back.  Her taste was wonderful.  He
reached out with his tongue and slowly traced the outline of her lips and
then slipped his stiffened tongue between them and licked her in a slow
upward motion.  He ended by flicking her clitoris.  Her body shook and he
flick it again.  And again.  And again.  And each time he did, her body
shook.  He brought his hands around and parted her lips and tasted her
deeply.

   Shannon had never been so thoroughly devoured before.  His tongue was
everywhere, inside her, on her clit, teasing her lips.  She could feel an
orgasm building very slowly - too damn slowly.  She grabbed him by the hair
and pushed his face into her sex.  But he still controlled the pace.  She
started to tremble and suddenly his mouth was on her clit; his lip sucking
and his teeth nipping.  His tongue whipped it back and forth.  Her orgasm
rolled over her and washed all thought from her mind.  She just held his
head in place and her pelvis ground into his mouth.

   David felt her orgasm building, the shutters and spasms of her body.  He
felt her opening up as he worked his tongue as deeply into her as he could.
When he sensed the time was just right, her attacked her clit and gave it
all his focus.  It was all that existed in his world.  Her hands gripped
his head and pulled his mouth against her.  He felt her whole body tense
and then let go in a continuous flood of spasms.  He rode out her orgasm,
still working his tongue in and out of her and teasing her clit.  Finally
she just collapsed.

   He slowly rose and held her to him.  "Mmmm ..." was the most coherent
thing he could say.  She had no response to that.  They fell into a deep
sleep in each other's arms.

   ********

   The hair brushing the tops of his thighs tickled, while the warm breath
on his balls was giving him an erection.  David was enjoying his dream
very, very much.  Then his eyes popped open and he saw that it was no
dream. He was on his back and Shannon's tongue was moving up the underside
of his cock, circling the head and starting down towards his balls again.
Her hair was tickling his thighs.  Her eyes flicked up to his.

   "Sleepy head's awake," she said in a sing song voice.  "You just lie
there; I owe you one."

   David didn't respond.  His cock did a twitch, but that was all.  Her
mouth came back up and she tried to take him in her mouth.  Actually did a
pretty good job he thought.  She continued working on him with her mouth.
Her hands were splayed on his thighs, gently massaging him.  Then she
cupped his balls and took him in her mouth again.

   "Oh.  God ..." he moaned.

   She raised her head to look at him again.  His cock made a popping sound
as she pulled her mouth away.  "You almost killed me last night.  Now it's
my turn.  You just lie there - I want to play." And with her mouth leading
the way, slowly started kissing her way up his body.  David's mind just
sort of blanked out and he wallowed in the sensation of her mouth and
tongue.

   Her hands slid up his sides, kneading him as they moved.  And as she
licked, kissed and nibbled her way up, her breasts were soon brushing
against his cock.  She was slow, very slow, as she worked her way up -
tasting his flesh as she went.  Her hands lightly brushed his nipples and
she stroked his chest.  Then her mouth was at one nipple and she sucked it
into her mouth and attacked it with tongue and teeth.  Her hand squeezed
him as if he had breasts.  She moved from nipple to nipple and back -
squeezing and nibbling and licking.

   Instinctively David reached for her, but she pushed his hands back and
pinned them on the bed.  "No," she murmured, "just let me." She slid
further up his body and attacked his throat and face.  She straddled him
and sat on him so his cock was trapped between the lips of her sex, but no
entering her.  She was slowing rocking and grinding down on the length of
him.  He moaned into her kiss and felt her lips twitch as she smiled.

   "Does that feel nice," she purred into his mouth.  His reply was a
mumble and a groan.  "I'll take that as a yes."

   She continued the slow rocking and sliding.  She arched her back so that
she rubbed her clit on every pass.  She watched his face as she did this;
she felt in total control.  David just lay looking up at her, panting, his
eyes going in and out of focus.  She kept it up until David moaned and she
felt his cock twitch.  With that she slowly slid back down his body.  Her
nipples teased his skin as they passed and her hair fanned over him like
fire.  She nipped and kissed his body until she reached his crotch.

   She looked up and waited until David had made eye contact with her.  She
wasn't sure he could actually focus, but he seemed to.  She reached out
with her tongue and ran it up the underside of his cock and when she
reached the head she swirled her tongue around it.

   "My God woman, I'm going to explode."

   Shannon smiled up at him, "I doubt it.  Maybe you're just overly
excited. Maybe you need a distraction," And took his balls in her mouth,
rolling them around and tugging on the sack.  "Maybe we need to stop," she
mumbled.

   "Oh God, please."

   Shannon ignored his plea.  She continued to tease him, focusing on his
crotch.  Tongue and teeth.  Licks and nips.  Inner thighs, balls and cock.
She smiled to herself as she listened to his ragged breath.  Held him as he
thrashed back and forth.  She felt her own heat rise; felt herself moisten
and get wet.  Heard her own breath get ragged.

   She slowly worked her way back up his body until she was straddling his
hips again.  As she positioned herself, she slid her moist lips along his
cock and felt her clit rub the underside of his cock.  She pushed up with
her hands and looked down into his face.  "David, please let me do this. 
Please don't rush me."

   David lifted his head until he could brush her lips with his, "Take your
time." He said it and meant it - sort of.  What he really wanted to do was
hold her tight and take her - now.  "I can't promise much more."

   And just as he said that, Shannon rose up just enough to capture the
head of his cock between her lips.  She very slowly slid back and they both
felt him start to enter her.  And they both gave a little gasp.  Once his
head was lodged firmly in her body, Shannon stopped and savored the
feeling. She moved back until just a couple inches of him were in her, and
then she started to rock - back and forth, back and forth.  She was riding
just that couple of inches, marveling at the firmness and warmth, at the
fullness.  She was enjoying both the exploration of sensations and the
results they created in his body.

   For David it was torture.  He wanted her to take her time, but this was
almost too much.  She was taking only a bit of his penis in and he wanted
all of her; he want to be buried in her.  But he had kept his word and was
letting her set the pace.  But he was afraid he was going to pop before
long.  He looked up into her face and saw her eyes were rolled back and her
mouth formed an "O".  He saw her breasts hanging down, nipples long and
engorged.  He reached up and took a nipple in each hand - gently rolling
them between his finger and thumb.

   Shannon shuddered and took in a deep breath at David's touch.  She
hadn't realized it before but her nipples needed the attention.  She also
realized her body craved the fullness David's cock would give her.  She
arched her body up, covering David's hands and holding them to her breasts,
and she slid slowly down his cock.  She took him all the way in.  She felt
the ridges of the veins and the flare of the head.  She felt a fullness she
had never expected to feel.  She sat motionless, but her body felt very
alive.

   "Oh my God, David ..."

   David couldn't reply.  His cock twitched.  He was afraid he would erupt
right then and there.  He felt the ripples of her muscles all along his
cock.  Her body fit around him like a glove.  Her inner muscles continued
to massage his cock as it continued to twitch.  He realized through the fog
in his brain that all this movement was completely involuntary; their
bodies were seeking pleasure with no help from either of them.

   Shannon sat very still astride David; her back arched and her hands
still pressing his to her breasts.  Her head was back and her glazed eyes
stared sightlessly at the ceiling.  Her breath came in long measured
inhalations.  Her head suddenly snapped forward and she fell forward on her
hands, her face above David's.  Her hair hung down framing her face and her
icy blue eyes focused like lasers on his.  She rolled her groin against
him, finding that the movement caused his cock to stir her insides and her
clit to brush his pelvic bone.  And she really liked that.  So she kept
doing it.

   Slowly, ever so slowly, so deliberately, she kept moving - back and
forth and around.  David lay quietly beneath her; he let her lead and
explore.  And prayed he would last for her.  She stopped with him still
buried in her to the hilt and reached down and kissed him.  He slid his
hands around her body and pulled her close and kissed her deeply.  He could
feel her nipples poke into his body and her breasts flatten against him. 
Their lovemaking was slow and gentle.  Shannon kept up her rolling motion
and David would push to meet her.

   David felt a sudden clinch as Shannon's body griped his cock.  Her head
and back arched back and she uttered a small gasp.  The muscles of her
vagina pulsed and spasmed, gripping and releasing his cock.  Then she
dropped back on his body; her breathing ragged.  "Oh," was all she managed.

   David wanted to roll her over and bring himself off.  But it was her
show right now and this is how she wanted it.  He could remember her story
and his promise to Mel.  So they lay together, his cock buried to the hilt
in her.

   Shannon's breathing steadied, if not her scrambled brain.  She slid her
hands under his shoulders and pulled his mouth to her.  Her kiss was
tender, a 'Thank You' kiss.  But the heat of the kiss built and as it did
she started rocking again.  Harder and faster.  She lifted her hips more
and the friction of her wet passage brought David right to the brink very
quickly.

   "Oh Shannon.  Oh God!"

   "David cum for me.  NOW!  Please cum for me now," she cried out.

   Just as he started to cum, Shannon sat up and rocked her hips furiously.
Back and forth and back and forth.  And David came for her.  As the first
spurt bathed her insides, Shannon orgasmed so strongly that her body went
rigid and her eyes rolled back.  As he shot spurt after spurt, her body
started to shake and her pussy muscles clamped down on him like a vice. 
Their bodies both went limp at the same moment and she dropped again on his
chest.  They lay together panting, neither knowing if they could move.

   And together they dropped into sleep again.  Again they lay in each
other's arms.

   ********

   Shannon awoke to bright light outside the curtains and the sound of the
shower.  She rolled off the bed and stumbled to the steam-filled bathroom.
With almost no sound she pulled the curtain aside enough to slip into the
shower.  David was leaning against the wall with both arms extended and his
head under the pulsing water.  She stepped up and slid her arms around his
body, heedless of the spray.

   "Good morning." David mumbled something in reply and Shannon laughed,
"Not a morning person?"

   David turned slowly and brought his arms down behind her and pulled her
close.  He kissed her.  The kiss was no friendly peek on the lips; it was
hard and full of heat.  His cock hardened between them.

   "Oh," Shannon said softly in surprise, "You're wide awake now." Then she
straightened and pushed back, "Oh God, don't kiss me.  My mouth tastes like
a dirty sock bag."

   David laughed, "No darlin', not at all.  You're as sweet as tupolo
honey." His singing this last bit made Shannon laugh.

   "Well, please let me at least brush my teeth."

   As she started to step away, David pulled her back against him.  "No,
last night was your game.  And you damn near burst my heart.  This morning
you are mine." And he kissed her hard again.  His hands were all over her
body; feeling the tension under her silky skin.  He moved his attention to
the line of her jaw and started using his teeth, nipping as he worked his
way back to a spot just under her ear.  Her heart was pounding and she
moaned her approval.

   His hands were now at her hips.  He grabbed her ass and pulled her loins
tight against her erection.  She arched and her clit rubbed up the
underside of his cock.  He brought his arms up and forced her arms around
his neck.  He mumbled around the earlobe he was now nipping, "Hold on," and
lowered his arms so they were between her legs and lifted her up.  Her legs
splayed out and she was just above his cock now, wide open to him.

   He kissed her again, all teeth and tongue attacking her mouth.  And he
slowly lowered her onto his cock, just an inch or so.  Her inner muscles
clutched at him and her hips rocked.  She moaned into his mouth.  He just
held her there, partially impaled.

   "Please," she begged him, her voice almost lost in his mouth, "Please."

   He lowered her quickly, almost dropping her, onto his cock.  He was
buried in her as far a possible.  He was still holding her up and cocked
his hip forward so he was buried as deeply as possible and her clit was
pressed by her own weight onto his pelvic bone.  He started to slowly move
her in small circles.  His cock stirred her insides and each circle rubbed
her clit across his pelvis.

   Her arms held tightly to his neck, but her head dropped back, her mouth
open.  He feasted on her exposed neck.  She moaned and made unintelligible
sounds.  Occasionally he would lift her a few inches and, again cocking his
hips, drop her - letting her weight impale her again and mash her clit on
his pelvis.

   "Oh God.  Oh God.  Oh God."

   Through his fever pitch a thought popped into his head.  'She's no
lightweight and we're gonna kill ourselves in this shower.' He lifted her
again, a little more this time and dropped her again.  He slid his hands
from under her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he
cupped her ass.  "Hold on tight," he murmured as he stepped out of the
shower and headed for the bed.

   They fell on the bed, David on top and still buried in her.  They
bounced and wiggled their way up the bed until they were in the center. 
Shannon's hands moved down his back, her short fingernails digging into his
skin and leaving marks down his back.  She cupped his checks and tried to
pull him further in.

   David grasped her wrists and pulled her hands up by her head and held
them there.

   "No, this morning is my turn." He pushed himself up, pinning her hands.
"Now it is my turn." He looked for fear in her eyes, but only found lust.
So he withdrew from her until only the head of his cock was still in her.
Her rocked very slowly in and out.  The head would be almost completely out
and then just barely in.  his motions were teasing her and her eyes were
glazing over.

   "Please.  Oh please David.  Please," she begged him.  She lifted her hip
to try to get more of his cock in her, but he would move away.  "God don't
keep teasing me.  Please put it in again."

   He smiled just a little, "I told you it was my turn.  Just let go and
let me do you."

   She tossed her head back and forth, wanting him to plunge into her.  But
he keep teasing her, barely entering her, stretching her and pulling back.
She was just about to scream when he plunged, full length, into her.  It
literally knocked the breath from her.  And just as quickly he withdrew,
but instead of teasing her again, he plunged his full length into her
again. And ground his pelvis down onto her clit.

   Her orgasm washed over her and was like an undertow.  The waves kept
coming and she fought for breath.  She finally gasped.  And when she did,
he withdrew and plunged again.  Fully.  And again.  And again.

   David could feel the muscles of her pussy spasming around his cock.  And
he settled into a steady stroking rhythm.  He had released her hands, but
Shannon hadn't moved them.  Now she brought them up and grabbed fists full
of hair.  Her hips started pumping in time with his stroking.

   Suddenly she was engulfed by another orgasm.  She drove her hips into
him, lifting her ass off the bed, and her muscles gripped his cock.  She
was squeezing him, trying to hold him deep in her body.  And just as
suddenly David exploded in her; his back arching to get every bit of his
cock into her.  Her muscles rippled, milking every bit of cum from him.

   "Oh Jesus, Sheppard of Judea ..." Shannon gasped, as they again
collapsed together.  They lay panting.

   Then Shannon took a deep breath and said, "Beats the hell out of the
usual wakeup calls." They both laughed as David rolled off, though Shannon
gave a little, "Oh," when his cock popped out of her.

   They both lay on their backs, sweaty and satisfied.  David rose up on
one elbow, "Guess we need another shower, if the hot water hasn't run out."
They could still hear the shower running.

   "Yeah, I hardly got under the water earlier.  Seems I was attacked and
abducted," Shannon giggled.  "And I really need to brush my teeth."

   ********

   David sat in a lounge at Hartsfield and logged on to his laptop to check
on his business while he waited for his flight.  After a late breakfast
together, Shannon had gone to see Mel and would be taking a later flight
out.  He was thinking about his evening and morning with Shannon when he
opened his email and saw a message from Geri.  He opened it.

   Lover I will be in a meeting this afternoon and won't be able to meet
you at the airport.  Why don't you unpack and, if you'd like, drive out to
the house.  I will be home around seven and would like to have dinner and
hear all about your adventures.  I really have missed you.  More than I
thought was possible, Love you G

   David smiled as he reread the note and thought back on his "adventures."
He decided it had been fun and entertaining, but he didn't want to do it
again.  He really wanted Geri - to be with her and her alone.  He closed
his laptop when he heard his flight called.

   ********

   Geri pulled into the driveway and her heart sank just a little.  There
were no lights on in the house and David's car wasn't in the driveway or
garage.  She sighed and grabbed her briefcase and walked into the house as
the garage door closed.  And she immediately smelled grilled shrimp and
grilled peaches.

   "You're later than I thought you'd be.  But dinner's ready and the wine
is waiting on the gallery," David called from the darkened kitchen.

   Geri looked around the corner of the hallway and saw David at the stove
finishing up the shrimp.  Past him she saw a table, wine and candles
burning.

   "I had the guard at the gate buzz me when you came through.  Figured
that would be good timing for the shrimp and peaches.  Now go get
comfortable, kiss the chef and let's eat."

   "You sure are being bossy in MY kitchen."

   "Hurry or these shrimp will be like rubber."

   Five minutes later she joined him as he set the plates on the table. 
She stared at the plates - tossed baby lettuces topped with sliced grilled
peaches and surrounded by grilled shrimp.  A nice bottle of Pinot Gregio
was on the table with two glasses already poured.

   "Maybe I should run late more often; seems you can cook more than just
eggs and waffles.  And where's your car?"

   David reached out and pulled her to him.  Their mouths found each other
and they kissed deeply.  Then he pulled away.

   "My car needed a checkup and I got a ride from the dealership.  Let's
eat, now that you've kissed the chef." And they did.  And they talked.

   They talked about her business trips and projects that had kept her busy
while he was in Atlanta.  And they talked about Mel's big production that
he'd worked on.  Table and dinner talk.  And they touched hands and shared
quick kisses and watched a glorious sunset.  They chatted as they cleaned
up the dishes.  And finally they headed to the bedroom.

   They undressed each other slowly - with caresses and kisses.  Finally
both naked they held each other and fell together onto the bed.  The
windows were open and the scent of the river and pines filled the room with
an earthy smell.  It was primal.

   Geri started to say something, but David shushed her with a finger on
her lips, "Wait, I want to say something first." Geri waited, holding her
breath.  "I need to say this and I want to say it now.  I love you and I
want to be with you.  I don't want to share myself with anyone else; and I
don't want to share you with anyone either." They stared at each other in
the semi-dark.  "But the choice is yours to make."

   Geri let out her breath.  "Oh, David," was all she managed to say before
she kissed him so hard the might have bruised both their mouths.

   When they finally broke apart, both gasping a little breathlessly, David
held her at arm's length and asked, "Is that a yes, by any chance, or at
least a maybe?"

   Geri laughed and collapsed on his chest.  "A very strong maybe, but to
make it a yes you're going to have to prove this declaration of love to me.
I need to know the full story of what happened in Atlanta, stroke by stroke
you could say.  And, I need you inside me right now."

   And she rose and taking him in her hand she guided him into her and sat
on him, lowering her body slowly.  When he was completely buried in him she
squeezed him with her muscles and laid her head on his chest.

   "Now," she started, "tell me about Mel."

   And he did.  And she very slowly fucked him while he told her all that
had happened in Atlanta with Mel and Shannon.  By the time he finished they
were both on the edge of exploding, but Geri continued her slow, slow
fucking.  She could hear his heart hammering in his chest.  She raised her
head from his chest and looked into his eyes.

   "Nice story," she gasped a little while she said it, "and the answer
will be yes if you can make me come right now."

   And the answer was yes.





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