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Released to the Public Domain
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Author's note/spoiler.  Skip if you want the surprise.

Back when I started this one, I was thinking of an earlier discussion
somewhere, about 'If you have the gun on the mantle, it's not fair to
the reader if you don't use it'.

I also get tired of cliche's, even when they are my own.  The two I
'broke' in this story are the expectation that when I write
zoo/best-rom, the human gets the animal, and when there's any action
involving a person who has never fucked an animal, with an animal,
they wind up discovering they enjoy it and add it to their lifestyle,
or go zoo exclusive.

The 'gun on the mantle'?

Well, there are *two* 'smoking guns' that weren't used in the
traditional sense, and they are the above cliche's.

If you want to know the details...

Read on.
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First Times
----

Irene cornered me before we went home for the day.

"Since it's Friday, see you after work, Danny?"

"I guess.  Any place in particular?"

"How about the Carl's near my place?"

"Works for me.  Couple hours after we get off work?"

"Good!  Bring Hank.  I'll have Carla with me."

I laughed.  "I can do that.  He needs to get out once in awhile, too."

* * *

I took a shower, petted Hank after I got dressed again, then loaded
him up and we took off, a procedure he loved.

Irene and Carla were settled at one of the patio tables, waiting for
us, and once the dogs got their greetings out of the way, we figured
out what to buy, and she went inside while I held on to the dogs.

She surprised me when she brought the food out in a couple of bags.

"Come on, Danny.  Let's load up and go cruising."

I shrugged.  "Ok.  Sounds like you have plans?"

"Uh huh.  Come on.  It was cruising, or go home again."

"You're being terse"

"I know.  I'm nervous."

That got raised eyebrows, she noticed and smiled, then gestured with
her head.  "Let's go."

We loaded the dogs in the back, then us in the front, and before we
took off, she sorted out the food and handed the dogs some of what
we'd bought for them, before she grinned at me and handed me one of my
sandwiches.

"I'm not in *that* much of a hurry.  Eat something before we leave.  I
want your full attention, later."

I ate the sandwich, wiped my hands off, and started the car.  "Ok. Any
place you want to go?"

"Hit the freeway and head for the mountains?"

"Got it.  When are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"When you're settled on the freeway and can spare some attention for
what I have to say."

"Serious stuff?  You sure I should be driving for this?"

"Not really, but I couldn't think of any place more private than one
of our cars, and you're the better driver when we're talking."

"Gods, Irene.  I've never seen you like this before.  Ok."

I got us on the freeway, found my lane to cruise in, and sighed.  "I
guess I'm ready."

"Thanks, Danny.  Confession time.  I'm still a virgin, and I finally
want to do something about it, with your help."

I managed to stop from turning my head to stare at her.  "I always
thought..."

"What about you?  You one, too?  Most guys manage to figure it out
very early in our relationship."

"Yeah.  Ok.  I'm still a virgin.  Weird, huh?"

"Maybe.  You've never asked, so I sort of thought you might be a
virgin, or..."

I laughed.  "Gay?  Forget it.  Never thought about it.  What about
you?  Ever think you might be lez?"

"Sometimes.  I'm pretty sure I'm het, though.  How come you're still a
virgin, anyway?"

"I don't really know,.  At first it was the way I was raised.  Not
strict, but sex is supposed to be special and saved for when you're
married.  Then, after I moved out, I guess no sex got to be so
natural, I never thought about sex seriously, with any of the women
I've been around."

"Do you jerk off a lot?  Pictures, stories, or do you think of anyone
special?"

I choked at her bluntness, recovered and tried to stay casual but
serious, like we talked about this stuff all the time.  "Pictures and
movies, mostly.  Stories are nice to read, but too much trouble when
I'm serious about  jacking off.  This is a weird conversation."

"Some women call it 'jilling off'.  I do it, too.  You ever think of
anyone you've met?"

"Not any more.  Used to in school."

"Kay.  So you figure you'll stay a virgin until you get married?"

"Don't know.  Never been anyone I had the courage to ask, for sex or
marriage."

"Uh huh.  Know what you mean."

We traveled in silence for awhile, and then she shifted so she could
watch me.  "What if there was a way to be a virgin when you get
married, but get laid while you're waiting for the right woman?"

"Talk sense.  A person is a virgin, or not.  It's like being pregnant,
right?"

She giggled.  "Most people think that way.  I don't."

"You're in a weird mood.  Still nervous?"

"Uh huh.  I'm scared, too.  You sure you'll listen and not freak?"

"Already a little freaked.  This isn't like any date I've ever been
on."

"Sorry."

She reached and touched my arm, then sighed and leaned back.  "I guess
I'd better just say it, and get it over with."

"I'm listening."

"Thanks, Danny.  I want you to help me lose my virginity.  But, I
don't want you to fuck me.  I want you to help Hank do it.  In return,
if she'll let you, you can lose your virginity to Carla, ok?  That's
what I meant when I said we'd still be virgins if we ever got married
to someone.  It would be true, with humans."

I heard the words, but they didn't really make sense at first,  then,
when the meaning finally got through, I had to force myself to stay
calm.

"What am I supposed to say, Irene?  Sure, I know there are people who
fuck animals.  But, it isn't...  I don't know.  Why Hank and not me?"

"You haven't asked me why I'm still a virgin."

"How come you're still a virgin, Irene?  You seem normal, otherwise."

"Thanks.  I guess I do a pretty good act.  You ever thought about what
it's like for a woman grow up cute, then beautiful?"

"Not really.  Hey.  Wait.  Is that why you always dress sorta dumpy?"

"Yes.  I want guys to see my personality, not my body.  If I dress
like I should, then I have problems with the women around me.  Either
way, I have more problems than I want to deal with."

"I always thought you were a good person, but now this...  I don't
know what to think.  I want to say it's wrong, or something sick, but
you've been thinking about it awhile, haven't you?"

"Years.  Lots of pressure when you're beautiful, Danny.  Guys and men
want you as a trophy, and in school, all the jocks expect to go out
with the good looking girls, because that's the way it always is.  If
you don't, they call you a tease, a slut, or worse, and fuck up your
reputation even when you don't put out.  I got called 'The Ice Queen'
a lot, you know?"

"I wouldn't know.  I kept my head down, and survived.  Did a few
dates, but I come from a small town, and it wasn't like in the city.
The good guys didn't fuck, and girls who did, were, like you said,
sluts, and some guys might fuck them, but they'd never take them
seriously, or think about marriage with one.  That's another reason
I'm still a virgin, I guess.  Guys didn't fuck without condoms, and if
you bought any, the girls would find out and none of the good ones
would have anything to do with you.  Two different crowds, and I was
part of the 'good' one, I guess."

"What about gays and lezs?"

"Had some, and they were ok.  Nobody hassled them.  Wasn't like my
grandparent's generation, when they got beat up or forced to be het
anyway."

"And animal fuckers?"

I sighed.  "Don't really know.  Oh, sure, some kids would get accused
of it, but it was all rumors as far as I knew.  Something to laugh
about or tease someone with, but that was it.  I never knew anyone who
actually wanted to do it, or did it."

I took a deep breath.  "Until now.  You scare me."

"Scare you?"

"Uh huh.  I just realized you've been testing me sometimes, haven't
you?"

"Yeah.  When I tease you about thinking Carla's 'pretty hot'.  She is,
isn't she?"

"I grew up with dogs.  I like the way they're honest, and yes, she's
beautiful.  Doesn't mean I've ever thought about fucking her, or some
other bitch.  It's like looking at good looking women, I guess. Beauty
has nothing to do with wanting to fuck them."

"Oh?  Most guys..."

"I know.  Like you said, the good looking ones were reserved for the
good looking guys.  To an ordinary guy like me, they were untouchable.
Still are."

"So if I dressed good, it would scare you away?"

"Depends.  Maybe not now, but it would have at the beginning.  Women
don't dress up unless they're serious about a guy, right?  How can
anyone like you get serious about me?  I'm a hick and I know it. Don't
know nuthin' about the rest of the world, just keep to myself and
survive, now.   It makes perfect sense you'd want Hank instead of me,
in spite of him being a dog."

"I didn't mean it that way!"

"So you been going out with me for me, or to be around Hank?"

"Shit, Danny!  Your head's really fucked up, isn't it?  I've been
seeing you because you're a good man.  Hank has been a bonus part of
the package, someone Carla can have around for company at the same
time.  I have you, she has Hank, ya know?"

"But when you talk about fucking, it's with Hank.  Sounds like your
head's fucked up, too."

"Yeah...  You noticed?"

"Hard not to.  Wish we could start over."

"Life doesn't have a reboot command, Danny."

I sighed.  "True.  So.  We're both fucked up virgins, who don't have
the sense to do it the right way.  Suppose I agree to help you.  What
happens?"

"You're seriously considering it?"

"I like you.  I really wish this wasn't happening, but I don't want to
lose someone I think of as a close friend I can trust.  If I have to
help Hank fuck you, to keep you as a friend, then I will, ok?"

"I didn't put it that way."

"No?  If I say no, and we keep seeing each other, are you going to be
able to stop thinking about Hank?"

"Oh.  I see what you mean.  What about you and Carla?"

"I don't know.  I know she loves attention, but will she let me seduce
her or whatever?  How am I going to know I'm not raping her?  Can we
wait on that for now?"

"Remember I said I've been thinking about it for years?  I started
thinking about doing dogs in school.  I've managed to find information
and guides I think I can trust.  They sound reasonable, anyway.  That
includes instructions on how to get bitches off.

"And..."

"And what?"

"I think I'm bi, in a weird way.  I hope I'm not lez, but there's only
one way for me to find out, and that's Hank and you, ya know?"

I thought about it and sighed.  "That sounds like you're saying you've
experimented with Carla."

"Yes."

I shook my head slightly, then sighed again.  "Ok.  Let's do it.  What
happens now?  I shut everything down before I left, so I don't have to
go home right away."

"You still have that old sleeping bag in the trunk?"

"Of course."

"Good.  I know which motels allow dogs, from other times I've taken
off for weekends or had to go on one of those overnight business
things they have me do a couple times a month.  I'll pay for a room
this time, ok?  Then we grab the sleeping bag to protect the bedding
or carpet, and...  See what happens?"

"I must be crazy.  I always thought this sort of stuff was done by...
Seriously sick people."

"Aren't we?  Seriously sick, I mean?"

"Let's go there after we find out if Hank is willing to fuck you, ok?
I have a lot of thinking to do about why I'm still a virgin, and how I
might fix that condition with a fuck buddy I care for, even if she
isn't human."

"You're being pretty calm."

"I'm numb.  You just managed to really fuck up my life, you know?"

"You can still say no."

"Most of me wants to.  But...  Ok.  I'm curious.  And...  It's a
chance for Hank to get laid, you know?"

"What about you getting laid?"

"I don't know.  I've tried to get away from what I was taught, but
I've never felt right about asking a woman to let me fuck her."

"They ever ask you?"

"Maybe.  I don't know how to tell if a woman is teasing, or serious.
And..."

I went silent and she waited for a few miles, then probed gently.
"And?"

"It's embarrassing."

She smiled.  "The rest of this isn't?"

"Yeah, it is, but this is something I've never admitted to anyone.  I
guess you'll find out later, anyway."

"Oh?"

"Yep.  All the dates we've been on?  You ever notice anything odd
about me?"

"Shy at first, but you got over that after a few times.  Was I
supposed to notice something else?"

"Huh.  Maybe I should have expected it because you've admitted you're
a virgin, but I always thought you were being polite.  I get off on
pictures and movies, but when I'm with a real woman, there's nothing.
No erection, ever.  Used to get them after I got home and fantasized,
but that's never happened with you or anyone else, for years, now.
I've never thought of sex with you.  You're...  A friend, not a
possible sex partner."

"Umm...  What about when you watch Carla?"

"Never thought about her being sexy, sexy--and fucking."

"Ok.  Drop it for now, and finish eating?  Motel I'm thinking of is a
couple hours away from here."

"Sounds good to me."

* * *

We ate and shared food with the dogs, who, being typically spoiled,
begged us for anything they could get.

That killed maybe half an hour, and we still had a long way to go, and
time to kill.

The silence didn't last long, and we started talking about work and
other normal stuff, until, eventually, it was my turn to sigh.

"Ok if I talk about...  It?"

"Fucking the dogs?  Sure."

"Thanks, I guess.  So you want Hank to pop your cherry?"

"Don't have one.  Haven't since I was a teenager."

"Oh.  What about using a condom?"

"With Hank?  He's not going to get me pregnant, Danny."

"Yeah, I know that.  But I read a lot, and people talk about women
dripping, after.  Those are my favorite pictures, where she's been
fucked and his cum is oozing out.  I don't think they can fake that,
so I'm pretty certain he's orgasmed inside her."

"I can douche, later, if I feel like it.  What about you and Carla, if
you fuck her?"

"Scares me.  Haven't made up my mind yet, but I guess if I'm going to
do it, I should go all the way, and that means bareback, right?
Besides, I've never bought condoms in my life."

"If you're asking me if I have, no.  I've been on the pill to be safe,
but that's it."

"Umm...  Ok.  I've seen a few pictures of women fucking dogs, but
never really jerked off to any, because I have to be able to think I'm
the one doing the fucking."

"Makes sense."

"Thanks.  What about that bulge at the base of his dick?"

"Scares me.  That's another reason I want your help.  Hopefully, you
can stop it from going in the first time."

"You won't be able to?  I've seen him mount bitches, and he's fast."

She sighed.  "Maybe I can hold him back.  Hope so, but if not, there's
something else I want you to do."

"Oh?"

"Yes.  I figure he'll let you keep him from turning completely around.
I want him on my back or at my side.  If he pulls free, it's going to
hurt a lot.  I don't want that to happen."

"This is weird."

She giggled.  "You said that earlier."

I had to laugh.  "Well, it is.  We've always been good friends, but
the first time we talk about sex, it's with our dogs, and not each
other."

"Would you fuck me if I asked you to?"

I shook my head slightly after I thought about it for a few minutes.
"I wish...  Sorry, Irene, thinking of fucking you doesn't do a thing
for me.  I guess all the early stuff is still there, and it would have
to be after we got married."

"What about fucking Carla?"

"I can't believe I'm seriously considering that.  Yes,  I think I can
do that, if the two of you can convince me I'm not forcing her."

"You don't want to feel like you're raping her?"

"Yeah.  Exactly.  I know she can tell dogs what she wants, but I don't
know how she could make it clear to me.  Hey, what about Hank?  How's
he going to know what you want?"

"How else?  I'll see if he'll lick me, then, if he likes that enough,
we'll see if he's willing to fuck me.  Ever heard of an intact dog
that wasn't willing to fuck a willing bitch?"

"You're not a bitch."

"Close enough, and I guess I'd better admit I have a way to cheat a
little."

"Cheat?"

"Yes.  Last time she was in heat, I soaked a wash cloth with her
fluids.  I have it with me, and will use it if I have to."

"Sounds like you want to get fucked, and don't really care about how
Hank feels."

She sighed.  "It's not like that.  We've known each other for years,
and we like each other, right?  I'll just be telling him it's ok if he
wants the sex, too.  It's like...  Seducing him.  Be the same for you
and Carla, right?"

"I guess.  Hard to get my head around it, though."

"That's better than not trying, right?"

"Maybe.  It's going to be awhile before I can really adjust to
things."

"But you think you will, eventually?"

"Yes."

"Good.  Umm...   I've had a long time to think about it."

"So?"

"So guys try to cop feels, right?"

"Some do.  Some don't.  I never did."

"This is about me.  I'm pretty sure Hank will fuck me."

"Been coping feels of his dick and he likes it?"

"Not exactly.  Those games we play, when he's on his back and I
straddle him and rub his chest?"

"Yeah.  He loves the attention.  Carla likes it that way, too."

"Uh huh.  Think about it.  He's on his back with his legs apart, and
there I am, squatting on him.  Remind you of anything?"

"What should?...   Oh.  You been doing things I can't see happening?"

"Some."  She giggled.  "He gets hard sometimes and I can feel it, then
I sorta move around and rub his dick while I'm petting him."

I laughed.  "Ok.  Seduction and foreplay, right?  And you're tired of
being a tease?"

"You're taking it well."

"I have a choice?  I wouldn't toss you out, no matter how I felt.
Besides, I'm not stupid.  We've already talked about stuff we can't
tell anyone else, right?  Could pretend we haven't, but that's stupid.
Even if I don't fuck Carla, if you want to fuck Hank, you can, and
I'll help.  It's not like I plan on being jealous, since it looks
like, if I'm honest with myself, I'll never fuck a woman unless we get
married."

She leaned over and gripped my arm.  "Thanks, Danny.  I was always
afraid I'd go too far, and you'd figure out I was seducing Hank and
getting him used to the idea that I could be a sex object for him.  Be
nice to relax and go all the way when we're alone.  Been hard not to
try and sneak in a real fuck."

"No wonder he perks when I say we're going to be seeing you and Carla.
I've always thought it was Carla he wanted to see, but maybe it hasn't
been."

I had a strange thought.  "Is that why Carla sucks up attention from
me when you're paying attention to Hank?  I never thought about why
she might be flopping on her back and spreading her legs.  Always
thought it was because she loved belly rubs, but if she'd been a
woman, I'd know what she was offering.  She's pretty obvious about
being happier when I get between her legs and rub her."

"Could be.  That's like foreplay for her, and I usually finger her off
when we're at home."

"Sneaky."

"Me, or her?"

"Both of you."

She laughed.  "Thanks, for both of us.  Will that make it easier for
you, later?"

"Treat her just like I've fantasized about treating a woman?  Yes.  I
think it might help."

"Good.  Umm...  You might have a problem fucking her.  I didn't think
about it until just now."

"Oh?  You said you've fingered her off, right?"

"Yes.  But she's still a virgin, and...  When she's not in heat, she's
pretty tight.  I've never tried stretching her with a dildo or more
than a couple fingers.  You'll have to lube her, too."

"Lube her with what?  Lick her like a dog would?  That sounds...  I
don't think I can do that."

"Would you lick a woman?"

"Don't know.  In my fantasies, the women are always wet and willing.
Sure, I love looking, but for real?  Now that it could happen, I can't
tell what I'd be willing to do, except fondling and screwing."

"Oh.  Like my men or dogs are always ready to fuck me.  I sort of see
what you mean.  I've felt Hank, and seen him part way exposed, but...
Give him a blow job?  Never thought about it, seriously.  I guess I'm
like you.  Sex is fucking, not that other stuff.  I haven't ever tried
to lick Carla, either.  Just my fingers, after I've gotten her off."

I sighed again.  "I don't know.  Maybe I should quit thinking about
it, and just worry after we get the room and stuff.  I guess I should
stop and buy some condoms and some sort of edible lube."

"Edible lube?  What about stuff like KY?

"Carla will be licking herself, right?  Is that stuff good for her?"

"I don't know.  Some of those guides make a weird suggestion, though."

"Yeah?"

"Cooking oil."

I lost it and started laughing.

"Gods!  That's crazy.  Do they have a preferred type of oil?"

"No, but if I was buying, I'd probably get some sort of olive oil.  It
makes a good skin moisturizer."

I chortled.  "Extra virgin?"

She blushed, then giggled.  "I don't think it matters, after the first
time."

"Probably not.  Ok.  Olive oil and some condoms.  Is there a Wal Mart
or something near this motel?"

"No.  It's next to a truck stop.  Worst case, we can get something to
eat later, with some salads, and then have them put some oil in a
container for us.  Be unusual if you can't buy condoms there."

"Ok.  I still don't know if I'll try to fuck Carla.  You've had time
to plan for this, but it's all new to me.  Hope you're not going to
plan on being upset with me if I can't do anything with her."

"Danny, it's not me you have to worry about.  Carla can be pushy when
she decides she wants to get off.  She's used to me fingering her, so
not fucking her might work better, anyway, the first few times."

"If I decide I don't want to do anything at all?"

"When I get done with Hank, and whatever he does with me, I'll do it,
if she wants that sort of attention.  No hard feelings.  It's all just
an idea, anyway.  I want Hank, if he'll do it, but what you do is up
to you and Carla."

"Thanks.  Pushy, huh?  I know how dogs get when they want to get laid.
What does Carla do?"

"She doesn't do it all the time, but a few times she's been impatient
with me, and pawed my hand down until it was over her vulva."

"Ok.  Knows what she likes and how to get it.  What about you?"

"Don't know.  Never let anyone touch me before."

"Nobody's even tried to grope you?"

"Sure, that's happened on the elevator or in crowds.  Just a quick
squeeze or two.  Nobody has ever tried to do more."

"I hope you don't take this wrong, but I can see why some people would
call you an Ice Queen."

"I figured it out almost as soon as I heard it the first time.  Didn't
go out much before then, and after I heard it a few times, I always
made it clear that I wasn't interested in anything more than a chaste
time, with some greeting and farewell kissing and hugs."

She looked out the side window and sighed.  "The dates got fewer, of
course.  I was glad of it at the time, because I felt it meant the
guys I went with were seeing me as a person, and not  a trophy."

"Sounds like you'd have enjoyed living where I grew up.  That sort of
chaste stuff was normal for us, and everyone took it for granted.  It
was the only way to do things on a date, unless you were engaged, or
ran with the crowd that fucked on dates.  It was all accepted, anyway,
and girls and guys were respected for being chaste."

"What about you, now?"

"I think it was wrong for me.  I took it to heart too much.  Now, I
can't break out of the old habits, and the fear inhibits me."

"That's odd."

"Huh?  Did I miss something?"

"I don't know.  You say you're inhibited around women, because you
were raised to be a 'good man', right?"

"Yeah.  I guess that sums it up."

"Kay.  So what is that going to make you after you help Hank fuck me?
What's that going to make me, in your mind?  You said I'm a friend and
still will be one after this is over.  I'm glad to hear that."

"Thanks.  I'm confused."

"So am I.  Let's say you don't fuck Carla, but just get her off with
your fingers.  That's not something we can tell other people, or even
hint that we've tried.  I'd like to think we'll still be good people,
and you must think that way a little, too, right?  Good enough for
each other, anyway?"

"Mmm...  Yeah.  I know you too well to feel comfortable calling you a
slut, even though letting a dog take your virginity has to be about
the sluttiest thing I can think of right now."

"Uh huh.  So how do you feel about me saying something like I think
that if we do this, it will kind of prove we're meant for each other,
and even if we don't get officially married, we've gone far enough
that we might as well think of our relationship in those terms?  It's
not like we'll be likely to find anyone else as suited for us, right?"

"Damn, Irene.  You have a twisted way of seeing things.  But, I can
see you're right about us being right for each other, anyway.  I can't
picture finding *anybody* who would tolerate me if I admitted I'd done
something with Carla, and not you."

"I hadn't thought about that part.  Not doing anything with you.  I
was thinking..."

She went silent on me.  "Irene?"

"I need to think.  Maybe, there's a way to make it so you can think
about fucking me and not freeze up about it."

"Ok.  I got some thinking to do, too.  About...  Why I'm willing to
consider getting Carla off, and not you."

I kept driving, and we didn't speak to each other until she pointed at
a sign.  "Two exits further.  Motel is on the left side, truck stop is
next to it."

"Got it.  How about we get some sort of dessert after we exercise the
dogs, and buy a couple dinner salads?  Then I'll browse the store and
see what I can find."

"We can find.  I want to see if they have any of those cheap shower
heads and hoses you can put on a faucet.  I don't think this motel
uses hand held ones.  Umm...  I think we'll probably find the douches
and condoms in the restrooms, so get some change."

I decided to laugh instead of being embarrassed.  "Sounds better than
walking up and putting them on the counter.  I need a bathroom break
anyway, so I'll check while I'm taking it."

We walked the dogs, then she stayed and kept an eye on them while I
went in to use the restroom.

When I got back I was grinning, and my pockets were bulging.

She had been watching me, and when I got close enough, she giggled.
"What has you grinning like an idiot?"

"How come I never noticed those machines before?"

"Oh?"

"Yeah."  I patted my pockets.  "A change machine, but most of them
took bills anyway, up to twenties.  They dispensed condoms, douches,
edible lubes, edible panties, spermicides...  I bought one of
everything just so I could show them to you."

"Gods!  Guys must have thought you were crazy."

"Nope.  One guy came in and wanted a condom, and when I realized he
was waiting for me, he grinned at me and congratulated me for having
such a hot date, and he wished his was like that."

"Fine.  I don't know if I could buy everything like you did, but at
least I'm warned.  I might as well stop in the restaurant and get us
decent meals for later, since we don't have to worry about a lube. Any
preferences this time?"

"You pick.  Oh, I know we fed these guys, but one of us will have to
remember to get some dog food for later."

"No problem.  I'll get that and some other stuff while they're cooking
our meals."

"Ok.  See you when."

She walked away, and I could tell by the way she had her shoulders
hunched, she was trying to control a bad case of giggles.

I was settled on the grass and sorta thinking about nothing when the
dogs spotted Irene.  Both of them woofed, and when I looked to see
what they were so excited about, she transferred the bag she was
carrying to the same hand that was being used to pull one of those
airline type travel bags with wheels, and waved at me.

I decided to just hang on to the dogs and stay where I was until I
knew what was going on.

When she got close enough I could see she had a grin that matched my
own when I had come out, so I just grinned back.  "Purse wasn't big
enough?"

"Nahh...  Not for the *important* stuff.  They had these travel bags
and some other stuff on sale.  By the time I was done it made sense to
get one of these so we can keep it stocked and just leave it in your
car.   Picked up a his and hers travel kit that has all the stuff we
need for personal hygiene, too."

"Ah.  I get it.  You figure we'll be doing this again, and it might be
impulsive?"

"Yes.  It's not like we can really plan for stuff like this, and if
people see it, it's no big deal because we've been spending weekends
together a lot, anyway."

"Gods...  I just hope it never falls open on us."

She giggled.  "Been thinking about that.  Might be better if it does,
someday.  People see all that sex stuff and they'll start thinking
we're fairly normal, right?"

I thought about it, then chuckled.  "I think you'll reconsider that
'normal', once you see my loot in one place.  I'll transfer it after
we get in the room."

"Umm.  I don't think what was available to me was quite as varied as
what you had, but..."

She blushed.  "I *did* buy some of the flavored douches.  Do you like
spearmint, strawberry, chocolate, or steak as a flavoring?  They were
out of some of the others, like coconut and banana."

It was my turn to blush.  "Are those for you, or Carla?"

"Both, maybe.  I've never tried douching her and I'm not sure I want
to try in a motel room.  They had both kinds of those faucet shower
things, so I got one of each."

"Good point about the douche, if she decides to complain.  Glad they
had the shower adaptors.  Ever think about asking if the rooms have
hand held showers available?  Maybe you can get one from the front
desk."

"I'll try to remember.  Not worried about it now.  We could buy one of
our own and carry a wrench to switch when we want to.  Lets load the
dogs and go get a room."

"Fine with me.  Since this is all for both of us, I'll pay half the
expenses, this time, and whenever we decide to get a room."

"I wasn't asking, but thanks."

"Welcome."

I drove the couple hundred yards and let her out so she could get us a
room.

She came out once and looked at the car, so I assumed she was getting
the license number.  Eventually she came back out, got in, and handed
me a key card.

"Here.  Since I've been here a lot for work, they surprised me with a
frequent traveler discount even though I'm not working this time, plus
they waived the fees for the dogs.  Offered me a second day for free,
so I took it.  We don't have to go home until Sunday.  Oh, no hand
held showers.  They tried it years ago and the theft rate was too
high, even with deposits.  Lots of people bring their own and as long
as we put it all back together before we leave, they don't have any
objections.  Otherwise they bill a maintenance charge for putting the
original back, if it's still there.  If it isn't, they file theft
charges and bill you whatever it costs to fix things."

"I always wondered where they sent you for those cargo inventory
things.  At least we know about the showers.  Things must be pretty
slow for them if they're giving you those discounts."

"Probably.  I usually reserve a room, because I know when I'll be
coming.  Wasn't unusual for them to be fully booked on a Friday night,
and I'd have to wait for a no show or cancellation if I didn't want to
go to the next town and get something, then come back to the truck
stop, the next day."

"So where are we?"

"Room 237.  Go around back.  Corner room, so we shouldn't get too much
foot traffic.  All those rooms are non smoking, so we might have to
put up with smokers when we go outside.  Depends on how busy they
get."

After we parked I looked around and sighed.  "This place is dead. Been
awhile since I've gone anywhere overnight, so I hadn't realized how
much people's travel habits have changed."

"Yep.  I don't remember it ever being this quiet on a Friday night,
even during the off season."

We gathered everything, unloaded the dogs, then looked at each other a
bit wryly, before we went to the room in silence.

The food got put in the small fridge, the sleeping bag got spread on
one of the beds, then we each sat on a bed and let the silence get
awkward before she sighed.

"I'm sorry, Danny."

"What for?"

"Being selfish all this time, and not taking the time to find out more
about you."

" 'Find out more about me'?  What's that mean?"

She leaned forward to put her hand on my leg, and I flinched.  "Stuff
like this.  You never did the normal stuff you should have been doing
as a teenager, right?"

I sighed.  "How could I?  Maybe some of the 'good girls' expected it,
but I...  Listened to their words and never thought they might
actually want something else."

"Eats you up inside, now, not realizing the real rules weren't what
everyone taught?"

"Yeah.  How'd you know?"

"Been thinking about how you've treated me over the years, and on the
way here, I realized you hadn't been shy, you'd been terrified you'd
do something wrong, so you didn't do *anything*, until we'd known each
other a long time."

She bent her head and looked down, breaking an eye contact we didn't
have, before she whispered.  "You've never hugged me or even wrapped
an arm around me, and I'm always the one who has to grab your hand
when we walk.  You..."

I waited, because I didn't know what to say, and finally she moved to
sit next to me and lean against me while she put an arm around my
back.  "You're passive, and I thought it was shyness, but it's two
things, isn't it?  Fear, and you don't know what to do."

All I could do was nod.

"Gods...  I'm sorry I never figured it out.  If I had..."

I sighed and kept looking at...  Anything but her.  "If you had?"

Her free hand touched my chin, then she lifted my head and turned it
so we could see each other.  "If I had, Danny, I would have done this
a long time ago."

"Done what?"

She leaned forward and covered my lips with hers, and...  Kissed me
long and gently before she pulled back just far enough to speak
softly.  "If I had figured it out, I would have kissed you like a
woman kisses a man she cares about, a lot, you know?"

I shivered.

She had to have noticed, but all she did was smile oddly.  "You want
some help seeing if you can get rid of some of those inhibitions?
Here's your chance to explore a woman who won't say no, as long as
you're gentle.  I'll give you the best answers I know, when you ask
those silly questions that most guys learn the answers to as
teenagers.  I got some questions I need answered, too."

"Umm...  Ok.  What happened to that stuff with Hank and Carla?"

"I'm scared, is part of it."

"The other part?"

"Now that I can, I'm not sure we should, you know?"

"No, I don't.  Umm...  Cold feet, I understand.  You sure you want me
to do whatever I feel like doing?"

"Yes.  I was ready for it, from you, a long time ago, but I didn't
know why you never made any moves, and I didn't do anything because I
thought..."

I grabbed her hand.  "You didn't want to fuck up what we had, because
it was pretty good?"

"Yes."

I took a deep breath and put an arm around her, then...

Kissed her until we had to catch our breath.  I didn't really know
what I was doing, but I knew I didn't want to do one of those motherly
pecks that were all I knew how to do, so I tried doing what I'd read
about, and opened my lips a little and tried licking hers with my
tongue.

She seemed to know I didn't know what I was doing, so she touched my
tongue with hers, and I didn't know how it happened, but somehow I
knew that she was doing stuff, then stopping and waiting for me to do
it to her, until she pulled away and gasped a few times before she
giggled.

I blushed when she grinned at me and spoke kind of excited like. "That
was fun!  Weird, but lots of fun, you know?  You ok?"

"Yeah.  I'm ok, I think.  Out of breath.  You ever do any of that
tongue stuff with any guys before?"

It was her turn to blush.  "Only regular kisses.  I never did anything
with my tongue because...  I was afraid to.  I'd heard it felt good,
and..."

"And what?"

"Everyone said it was like foreplay.  Once you started doing it, you
sorta agreed you were going to start doing the more serious stuff."

"Oh.  Fucking?"

"No, maybe not that far, but feeling each other, and maybe..."

Her hesitation lasted a long time, and finally she laughed oddly and
stood up.  "You've seen lots of pics, right?"

"Yeah, I admitted the pics and movies stuff, remember?"

"I forgot already.  I'm so nervous...  So we both know what naked
people look like."

"Yeah.  You're in a weird mood, Irene."

"I know."

Then she just...  Stripped until she was naked and sorta shivering
while we watched each other.  Finally she sighed.  "Well?  Go ahead
and look all you want.  You can even touch me anywhere.  There's more
to me than my face, ya know?"

"Umm...  You really want me to?...  You know."

"Yes.  Or..."

"Or what?"

"This isn't going to sound right, but I can't think of any other way
to say it, ok?  So don't get mad at me."

"I think I'm too numb to get upset."

"Uh...  Yeah, ok.  I'm nervous and want to do it all at once without
really giving myself time to think about what I'm doing."

"Makes sense.  Know what my problem is?"

"No."

"I want to do...  Oh, Hell, Irene.  You must know that all of a
sudden, I want to do all the things I've fantasized about.  Not sex,
but the touching and exploring.  Not the masturbation stuff, but
just...  Finding out what a woman really feels like and that sort of
stuff."

She suddenly smiled, and it was...  "How come you've never smiled like
that before?  Gods...  Oh.  Yeah.  I get it, maybe.  Weird, but now
it's obvious you're beautiful."

"Thank you, Danny.  I guess I'm smiling like this because it feels
good to *know* you care for the real me, and even though we're both
scared about what could happen, we'll...  Get there, somehow, right?"

"I think so, and that doesn't make sense, because even though I feel
like I shouldn't be this eager and scared at the same time, a lot of
me hopes...."

She nodded.  "I want to undress you, Danny.  Will you let me explore
you and ask silly questions?"

"I'm scared, Irene."

"So am I.  Let's be scared together, ok?  Nobody will know except us
and the dogs, right?"

I couldn't stop myself from looking at the dogs.  "Umm...  What about
them?"

She sighed.  "That weird thing I was going to tell you.  I want to
explore you like I've explored Hank.  It's like I need to compare the
two of you, but it's not.  It's...  I've seduced Hank, but suddenly I
realize I should have been seducing you, too.  More for you than me,
which is weird if I think about it too much."

I finally looked at her and nodded.  There was only one thing worth
saying, so I said it.

"Help me learn what it means to be a man, Irene.  I've tried on my own
for years, and I know I'll never do it without some help.   Some of
that thinking I did on the way."

She blushed, then came over and touched my shirt and started
unbuttoning it.  "Think you can help me learn how to be a woman?"

"I'll try.  What about the sex?"

"If it happens, it happens, between any of us, right?  But if it
doesn't, there's no need to rush things, after all."

She looked up and she looked...  Like no woman I'd ever seen before.
Sure, she looked as skittish and nervous as I felt, and must have
looked, but there was a confidence, too, like she'd made some sort of
decision, and she was going to keep to it, no matter what, so she was
relaxed, too, because the thinking was over, for her.

So I ducked my head and touched her hands, stilling them.  "Thanks,
Irene, for figuring out I couldn't go first.  Whatever happens, ok?"

"Whatever happens."

She kissed the back of one of my hands.  "Umm...  Are we going to stay
honest with each other and try to stay away from all the games?"

"People call that love, don't they?"

"I guess.  I've heard about lover's games, but couldn't understand
them."

"Same here.  Maybe they are something we'll learn later.  I'd rather
keep being honest with each other, in private, anyway, ok?"

"Yes.  I think I love you, Danny  I know what a crush is, and this
feels different than what I remember."

"Sure it isn't hormones?"

"Hank was hormones.  This is different."

"Oh.  Yeah.  Go ahead.  Let's see what happens, and if the dogs help,
I'll be ok with it."

She giggled.  "What if I invite Carla to check you out at the same
time?"

"Whatever.  I'll go with the flow unless I definitely don't like
what's happening, ok?"

"That exploring stuff, because it's all new?"

"Yes."

"I'll do the same thing."

Her fingers started working the buttons on my shirt again.  "Let's
stop talking, and *do* for awhile."

She started to open my shirt and then she paused and giggled.  "Duh!
It's tucked in.  I should have undone your pants first, huh?  I never
thought about how guys must be like us and have to put things on and
take them off in a special order."

She went to her knees and looked me over.  She must have noticed my
blush, but she ignored it.

"Ok.  Shoes, socks, pants, shorts...  You wear shorts?  I never paid
attention before."

"Yeah.  I tried it for awhile without them, but it didn't work out the
way I thought it would."

"Oh?  Seems like it would be ok most of the time.  Sorta like not
being as confined or something like that."

"Yeah.  It was nice that way but it was too expensive after awhile,
because I had to buy new pants more often.  Spent more than I saved."

"I don't get it."

"I sweat a lot, and I guess the salt or something was rotting the
thread in the crotch, so I kept ripping them out when I was working
hard, and..."

She giggled.  "Oh!  I get it now.  Must have been before we knew each
other.  I would have remembered seeing it all hanging out.  Hey, just
lie back and I'll go back to stripping you and checking you out.  It's
kinda fun and..."

"And what?"

"Umm...  It's a lot better than my fantasies.  I like how Carla and
Hank feel, but yeah, touching you is good, too.  I wish I'd waited and
let you strip me.  Then you'd know what I'm trying to say."

She got my shoes and socks off, then held one of my feet and felt it a
lot and explored it and even got real close and looked at it before
she kinda held it again and shook her head a little.  "That's...  Can
I steal your word and call it weird?"

"Ok.  What is?"

"I just realized I'd never seen a foot up close before.  Sure, I check
mine out when I bathe and trim my toenails, but being able to get up
close...  You ticklish?  Be ok if I just rub them and keep checking
them out?"

"I don't know if I am, or not.  I thought you were going to strip me
completely before you explored, but however you want to do it.  I..."

It was my turn to suddenly go quiet and when she realized I wasn't
going to finish, she stopped exploring my foot and looked at me.
"Something wrong?"

"No.  I've had nurses and doctors check my feet out.  When you do it,
it feels the same, but different.  Real good, different.  It's like...
You'll think I'm crazy.  When you rub my feet like that, it feels
almost as good as when I jerk off.  I never could figure out why some
people get off on feet, but now I know.  You'll see."

She looked at my foot, then at my crotch.  "Umm...  Yeah.  Ok.  I
don't think you're crazy.  I don't know how big you are, but I think
you look about the same size, or maybe a little longer than Hank,
except for his bulge...  Knot.  I just remembered that's what they
like to call it."

I blushed.  "We're about the same size?  Uhh...  Oh.  I got a hard
on."

"Yes."

She set my foot down and leaned so she could get a better look. "Don't
freak on me.  I want to try something."

"What?"

"I want to rub you while you still have everything on.  Some guys like
it, according to a few of my friends.  Maybe it's like rubbing Hank in
his sheath.  I just have to find out, ok?"

"Ahh...  Ok.  Hey.  What about you?  You getting turned on any?"

"A lot.  I didn't think it would be like this.  Maybe I'd better get
you undressed and then we can do each other at the same time."

She rubbed me briefly, then fumbled a little as she undid my belt
before she unhooked my pants, then unzipped them.

"Lot like a skirt, you know?  Bet it's easier for guys because
everything is right there in front.  Most of my slacks aren't any
different, but some of the more expensive ones have everything on the
side.  Wonder why that is?"

"Don't know, unless it's like they want to make it harder for women to
get fucked, but easy for guys."

"That's pretty silly, if it's the real reason.  Hey!  Let me check
something out...  Yeah.  I thought so!  The bottom of the zipper must
cut into your dick when you have it out  Must make it hard to piss
when you're standing up."

"Not really. I can't piss when I'm hard, so it's soft and flexible
when I need to go.  I just grab the tip and point it in the direction
I want to piss."

She giggled.  "Convenient.  Wish I had it that easy.  Maybe that's why
women's pants fasten on the side.  We have to lower them anyway, so it
doesn't matter, except..."

I raised myself and watched her fondle me some more.  "Except what?"

"I just remembered something.  I tried wearing some real tight slacks
without any panties when I was a girl.  They had the zipper in the
front and...  I bet that's another reason guys wear shorts.  Zippers
hurt when you don't pay attention to what you're doing, right?"

I winced.  "Oh.  That.  Yeah...  Something distracted me once and I
got about half the length of my dick in the zipper.  Didn't hurt when
I did it, but it sure did when I unzipped to get it free."

"That much?"

"Yeah.  The skin's real loose when I'm limp and I guess I didn't
really tuck myself in, either.  It happened when I wasn't wearing
shorts.  I knew it could happen, but still, I did it a few times in
spite of being careful.  I think it might have been that more than
having to buy new pants all the time, that convinced me I should wear
shorts again."

"I understand that.  I thought it took forever to get the zipper down
again.  I only got my hair in it, but yeah.  There was no way to avoid
feeling like I was plucking myself, no matter how careful I was, and
it hurt a lot worse than doing my eyebrows or somewhere else."

She sighed and then had me lift my butt off the bed while she worked
my pants to my knees, then pulled my shorts down, too.  That was easy,
because I'd gone limp again.

She took the time to get that stuff all the way off, then she spread
my shirt and just...  Knelt there and looked at me for awhile.

"You're pretty hairy, aren't you?"

"Yeah.  I used to get teased in phys ed because I had more hair than
most guys my age."

"I gotta know what you feel like, so don't panic on me, ok?"

"Ok.  Where are the dogs?  I thought they would have joined us by
now."

"On the other bed.  Sleeping, I think."

"Oh.  Ok.  Hey!  That stroking you just did up my leg.  Do it again,
but real light."

"Like this?  I was trying to figure out why your hair looks so stiff,
but it's so soft when I actually feel it."

"Yeah!  I think I know why Hank and Carla love to get petted.  When
you do it real light, it's like...  Being naked in the wind."

"Really?  I've read stuff that says touching someone real light can be
erotic, but nobody ever put it that way.  You got me thinking we
should find us a place we can try it for real."

"You mean go camping or something like that and...  Just get in the
open while we're naked?"

"Yeah.  Ok.  Enough of this. Next time my hand goes up your thigh, I'm
going to touch your balls and prick.  Umm...  Let me know if I get too
enthusiastic and squeeze too hard or something like that."

"Uhh...    Too hard?"

"Gentle stuff.  Like I do when I'm checking my breasts.  Don't guys
have to check themselves, too?"

"Uh huh.  Ok.  I'm real nervous though.  Can you do it in stages or
something?  You might do something and I won't be able to say anything
because of the pain."

"You're *that* sensitive?"

"Yes.  Takes my breath away when my pants bunch up wrong and press
them into my body when I move."

"I've seen you wince and shift around when you get in the car.  Balls
been crushed?"

"Yeah."

She giggled and finally brushed her fingers over my balls and I
flinched, then...

"Ohhh...  Yeah...."

"Good, huh?  Well, I gotta know..."

Before I could react, she got in close and kissed the side of my
prick, then licked it slowly before she pulled back far enough we
could look at each other.

She spoke first.  "Sorta salty tasting and something else.  Maybe a
hint of what you smell like when you haven't yet taken a shower after
a day at work."

"Uhh...  Once the surprise was over, it felt...  Good."

"Something else?"

"Yes.  I think if you'd licked me again, I would have orgasmed.  I'm
pretty close, still."

She thought about it, then sorta palmed my balls and held them.  After
that she bent down and slowly ran her tongue from the base to the tip,
and before she finished, my hips arched like I was fucking something,
and I exploded.

She'd jerked away, but still, some of it hit her face even though most
of it landed on my stomach.

When I recovered I realized she was giggling.

"I...  Told you I was close.  Sorry."

"You're...  Sorry?!"

Her giggles changed to laughter and she got next to me and snuggled.
"Don't you get it yet?  Maybe it wasn't a real fuck, but we're not
virgins any more...  And I want to do it again, and all the rest of
the stuff until we both know what we're doing, because if it's this
good when we don't have a clue, it will be *awesome* when we do!
Right?"

"Oh.  Ahhh...  Yeah.  You're right."

I rolled to my side and kissed her again.  "That was nothing like when
I jerk off.  I wonder if men can pass out during their orgasm?  I
think I wanted to, it felt that good."

"I don't know, Danny.  Does that mean you want to find out?"

"Yes.  And...  Have you ever let Carla lick you off?"

"No.  She's never tried, either."

"What about Hank?  I've seen him nose you pretty good before I could
stop him, when Carla's been in heat."

"Umm...  I've sorta thought about it, but...  No."

"Everything I've read says a woman's clit is really sensitive, so it's
like my dick and balls?  The lighter the touch the better?"

"Sometimes when I'm real close, I just have to press hard and I have
my orgasm, but...  Ok, It's the most sensitive right after.  Any touch
at all can be painful."

"Got it.  So we're sort of alike, which means as long as I do you like
I would do myself, it will be ok?"

"Maybe.  Everyone says that what gets you off when you do yourself
isn't the same as when someone else does it to you."

I laughed.  "I noticed."

I shoved gently until she was on her back.  "Trust me like I trusted
you?"

"Yes."

"Good.  If I don't do something right now, I'll probably never have
the nerve to do it."

I slid off the edge of the bed, looked at her and then, daringly, ran
my hands up her inner thighs as lightly as I could.

"Uhhhh!"

"Yeah!  Better in person than watching a movie!"

Instead of telling her what I was going to do, I leaned forward,
looked at her cunt, which was seeping, then kept my eyes open when I
moved the last few inches to kiss it lightly, then stroke it once with
my tongue before I pulled away so we could look at each other. 

"Umm...  It wasn't as nasty as I thought it would be.  I...  Oh, Hell,
Irene.  I *enjoyed* the taste and it turns me on."

"You want to do it again?"

"Yeah."

She looked at my crotch.  "Your prick is a real bright red and sort of
pulsing.  Must be...  Ummm...  Painful?"

"Huh?  No.  I hadn't even noticed it.  I was too busy thinking about
licking you off somehow."

"Oh.  That's quite a switch in attitude."

"I know.  Want me to?"

"Umm...  Sorta.   You're pretty turned on right now?"

"Yes."

"So am I.  Get up here so you're on top and your prick is between my
legs.  Don't think, just do it, and kiss me again.  I want to see if I
can taste myself while I get a chance to find out what having a prick
between my legs feels like."

"Taste yourself?  Maybe I should try that after you do stuff to me,
later."

I slid up, we kissed while she wormed a hand between us to help get my
dick where she wanted it...

Then her grip suddenly tightened and her hips lurched as she impaled
herself. 

 "Fuck me!"

I did.  I didn't know what I was doing, but my hips did, and it seemed
like I orgasmed after only a few strokes, even though I should have
taken longer since it was my second orgasm.

After I collapsed and she sorta shoved me over to my side and rolled
with me, she giggled.  "Ok.  We're not virgins any more, right?  You
want me to get on my back so you can watch it ooze out?  You know...
'I don't think that can be faked?' "

I was stunned, but laughing by the time she finished so reasonably.
"You set me up."

"Yep.  And...  Well, when I'm jilling myself, I like to jam something
in me to trigger my orgasm.  It's better that way.  Now I know why.
I'm hooked on the real thing, now."

"So you orgasmed?"

"Close, but no.  Wasn't worried about it because I wanted to feel it
all and remember it.  Pretty selfish of me.  I'll make it up to you
the first time we make love, ok?  This was fucking, just to find out
if we could."

"Yeah.  I should be mad or something, but I'm not."

I hugged her instead of getting up.  "Thanks, Irene.  What you just
did...  I probably shouldn't, but I don't know what else to say.  All
that stuff you said about us being right for each other?  I feel it,
now."

"Uh huh.  So...   You want to get more comfortable and snuggle, or
find something else to do?"

"I need to recharge.  Snuggle."

"Be right back.  Maybe we should move to the other bed."

"Move?  I don't think I can, right now."

She giggled.  "Seepage.  I'll help when I get back."

"Oh.  So much for all that stuff I bought.  Forgot about all of it."

"I didn't.  Didn't want it in the way, our first time.  We can start
exploring later."

I laughed weakly.  "Got it all planned?"

"Not all of it.  I want you to be thinking of nasty things you can do
to me, now that we know you're fully functional."

"I can *think* of lots of things.  I don't have the energy to *do*
them, yet."

"Such as?"

"I know how you taste before I fuck you.  I want to know what you
taste like, afterwards."

She blushed, then giggled.  "Created a couple of sex fiends. huh?"

"This one is exhausted, or he'd do more than lie here and talk."

"Right."

She suddenly lifted her head slightly.  "I don't believe it."

"What?"

"All that and the dogs haven't moved.  I think they're still asleep."

I chuckled.  "I wouldn't have noticed if they'd joined us.  I'm sure
the motel is used to sex stains, but I think we need to decide if we
want a second blanket or something, or just get rooms with a single
bed from now on.  The sleeping bag was on the wrong bed!"

She giggled again, then shook her head slightly before she turned away
and got up.  "Be right back, unless you have the energy to join me in
the shower."

I thought about it and sighed.  "Not this time.  Sorry."

"Ok."

I watched her walk across the room and just before she went in the
bathroom she paused and looked over her shoulder at me.  "Like what
you see?"

"Definitely!"

"The view... "  Her eyes went wide and she turned around.  "I was
going to sorta tease you by saying the view is good from here, too,
but it's more than that.  I know how strong you are, because I've seen
you work new kids into exhaustion at work."

"I pace myself while they want to get it all done at once.  The ones
who pay attention, are the ones still working with us after the first
week."

"Point, and accounting loves it."

"Oh?"

"You're not supposed to know this, ok?"

"Ok."

"Sometime in the next six months, we're adding a formal training
program."

"About time."

"True.  The insurance company suggested it when they did our year end
figures and discovered that ever since you were made a crew boss, the
usual 'dumb-shit' injuries and claims were down about ninety percent
on your crew compared to the others, which meant your overall
productivity as a crew, was a LOT more than the other crews."

"I didn't know there was that much difference, but ok."

"Anyway, the insurance will drop the premiums enough to cover the cost
of a training program, *if* we make you the instructor, and give you
the authority to make your suggestions stick, or else.  Some folks are
going to scream, of course, but if they'd been doing their jobs right,
they would be getting the sideways promotion and raise, not you."

"I guess I can act surprised and all that when it happens.  What does
this have to do with the view?"

"I never realized it before.  You don't have any fat on you, you're
just massively built, and you're handsome as hell, but it is a rugged
type that would look silly in a business suit."

"Me?  Handsome?"

"You.  Handsome.  Nobody ever taught you how to dress to show it off,
that's all."

Her lips twisted into a bitter smile.  "I know a lot about dressing to
look your best.  If I'm remembering the prices at the truck stop
right, for less than one hundred dollars, I can have you wondering if
the guy in the mirror is really you, because he looks like he should
be in a movie or on the cover of GQ.  Interested?"

"Only if I get to see you at your best, for a change."

"Right away?  We'd have to make a...  No, we wouldn't have to go
anywhere else.  I can buy off the men's racks and dress to make you
look good, which should make me look good, too.  I'll do it, but only
when we're away from work, for now.  Deal?"

I smiled.  "Deal.  Later.  I know we've sat next to each other and
watched movies, but tonight..."

"Uh huh."

She glanced down and sighed.  "I'd better get practical, before I have
to clean the floor and carpet."

She went in the bathroom.

I listened to the usual sounds, then decided it made sense to move to
the bed that had the sleeping bag on it, so while I was up I grabbed
the remote for the TV, then dug the pillows out and used one behind me
before I settled with my back propped against the headboard.

By then the dogs were up, and after I got comfortable, I managed to
convince them to settle at the foot of the bed until Irene got back.

Eventually she came out, looked the situation over, then grabbed the
ice bucket so she could put some water in it.  That action got the
dogs off the bed, so while they got their drinks, she took advantage
of their absence and snuggled against my side.

"Mmm...  I didn't know I could feel this good.  What about you?"

"I'm having trouble believing such a crazy start could lead to this.
I'm still scared and nervous, but not as nervous as I would have been
if I'd gone limp on you."

"Was I too aggressive?"

"No.  You had to be that aggressive.  I needed it that way.  It's
going to take me awhile to really feel comfortable being the one who
asks for the sex stuff."

"It's ok if your hands wander, Danny.  I told you I want that from
you."

She grabbed my hand and rubbed it on her breast, then left it there
while she ran hers over my chest and giggled.  "Maybe someday we can
do the dress up stuff on a Friday, just to mess with people's heads
before we go out somewhere.  Nothing real formal, just me wearing a
better dress than usual, and I'd do my hair differently, while you
wear a flannel shirt and some Levis instead of your usual work pants.
A good pair of sunglasses would help, too."

I laughed.  "This some of that 'woman in love making her man over'
stuff?"

"Probably.  You'll never have to if you don't want to.  Been quite a
few years since I really cared about how I looked.  If you want me to
stay the way I have been, I will.  It would be for fun.  A costume
party type thing, for us."

I explored her for awhile, then sighed.  "I don't know.  I get along
with everyone because I'm myself, and don't try to make out that I'm
anyone other than who I am.  I start dressing up, then get that
promotion, I'll probably quit being one of the guys, and they won't
listen to me.  What about if we wait and try it at the next company
party?"

"I hadn't thought about that.  You're right.  I've worked hard to make
everyone comfortable with me.  I can't afford to mess with that.
Sounds like you think of us as a serious couple?"

"Yes.  Guess I always have, but after this...  Yeah.  I want us to
stay a couple, if we can."

"I hope we stay one, too.  I guess we should only do the dressing up
stuff when we know nobody who knows us is likely to see us, or at
company parties, when they'll expect us to dress better than usual."

I laughed...  "What if you help me get comfortable dressing good, then
we figure out some sort of 'movie star' theme for our outfits when
they have the company Halloween party?"

Her hand stopped moving, then she shifted and snuggled until her head
was on my shoulder.  "Let me think about that.  We can't really get
serious until they announce the overall theme, and that won't happen
for a few months."

"Ok."

When I looked at the dogs I had a strange thought, and that made me
want to ask an even stranger question.

"Irene?  I got a weird question."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.  You said you've been thinking about fucking dogs since school,
right?"

"Yes."

"Uh huh.  So how come you got a bitch and not a dog?  Seems to me you
could have been fucking a dog for years, if you'd been that serious
about doing it, and nobody would have guessed, right?"

"I wanted a dog, and thought I was going to get one, after I found a
place that would let me have one that was bigger than ten or twenty
pounds."

"So what went wrong?"

She sighed.  "My big mouth.  Everyone knew about me wanting a large
dog someday, so when I held the move in party, they all got together
and got me a puppy."

"Carla?"

She sighed.  "Yes.  I'd never said which sex or breed I wanted.
Couldn't really refuse her after all the trouble and money they'd
spent on her, so..."

"I get it.  Back home it would have been a different reason.  Guys
have dogs, girls have bitches.  Just the way it is.  Oh, sure, some
guys have more than one dog and a lot of times they have at least one
dog and one bitch, but that's ok because they want to raise them, or
do hunting or something else that makes it ok to have a bitch."

"What about the women?  Any of them ever have more than one dog, and
at least one of those was a dog, not a bitch?"

"Oh, sure.  Lots of them had those little ones.  Chihuahuas, Toy
Poodles, Yorkies...  Cutesy types.  Only time they had large breed
ones was if they were married, and then the dogs belonged to their
husband and kids if they had dogs, and it was ok for her to have her
favorites."

"Huh.  You know something?  That sounds like a good way to hide, if
either of you is fucking one of them.  The other person wouldn't have
to know and help, either."

I laughed.  "Maybe.  I left right after I graduated, and never took it
seriously enough to try and figure out who was fucking who, or what."

She giggled.  "I see people with dogs and if I like they way they look
together, I build these fantasies about them screwing their dogs, and
we'd get to know each other and they'd ask me if I wanted to try it.
Didn't know what to look for, so even if they had been, I wouldn't
have figured it out."

"Would you have said yes, if someone had asked?"

"No.  Have to be someone I trust a lot, like you and Hank.  I'm horny,
but not so horny I want to do something that might get pictures of me
fucking a dog put all over the net."

I thought about it, then sighed.  "Yeah.  Something we've always done
makes sense, now."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.  I just figured out we only do that between the legs rubbing
when we're at one of our places.  Same for the bit where you straddle
Hank and pet him and stuff.  That I always sorta understood, but I
never thought about how you've always managed to keep things to normal
petting, in public."

"Uh huh.  I've seen too many pics and vids taken with cell phone cams
and stuff.  Not just animal fucking, either.  Seems like no matter
what kind of stuff it is, it winds up on the net somewhere."

She snuggled into my side and reached for my penis.  "You think you
can get it up again?  I got some ideas..."

I watched silently until she had me erect, then I decided to chuckle.
"What kind of ideas?"

She giggled.  "Remember what I said about comparing you and Hank?"

"Yeah.  So?"

"I want to straddle you like I do him, then pet you after I put you
inside me."

"What about using a condom?"

"That too, even though I don't want to."

"Ok.  One more..  No, two more questions."

"Go."

"Who gets them out of my pockets, and do you want me to slide down
until my head's on the pillow?"

"I'll get one, and while I'm doing that, you can get comfortable.
Umm...  Danny?"

"What?"

"Sure, I want to get fucked, but this is a lot of something else. I've
never done a guy like I've done Hank.  Mostly, I want to feel us
together, and explore you some more."

"Ok.  Sounds like there's something else."

"There is.  Depending on how we feel after I'm done, I want you to
explore me while I'm on my back, like you do Carla."

"Pet you and...  Anything else I want to do?"

"Of course."

I touched her stomach and slid my hand lower, until I could move my
fingers and insert one of them inside her.  She moaned and spread her
legs a little, and I decided to kiss her again.  "Yeah.  Ok.  Thanks.
If we have any energy left, what about a shower together?  That always
been a special fantasy of mine, even without the sex."

She giggled.  "Get your back scrubbed and stuff?"

"Yes.  You?"

"Uh huh.  If you can get it up, you willing to stand behind me while I
bend over so you can be fucking me while you wash mine?"

"Horny!"

"Hey, girls have fantasies, too!"

I laughed.  "Ok.  I want to scrub your back, anyway.  Might not be
able to fuck you while I'm doing it.  I'm not carrying a dildo around.
My dick doesn't always get hard when I want it to, even when I'm
masturbating."

"Oh.  I forgot about that.  Guys need time to recover, don't they?"

"Yep.  Part of being a guy.  Sorry."

"Sorry?!  Did you really hear what you just said?"

"Huh?"

She twisted and hugged me real tightly, then kissed me firmly before
she pulled back slightly.  "Danny, for a guy who was terrified about
fucking, now you're apologizing for not having a permanent erection
and worrying about making sure you satisfy me sexually."

"Oh.  That.  Yeah.  You're right.  I already hate the idea of going
home Sunday."

She giggled.  "Hey, we go home, we don't have to spend money on a
motel room, right?  Not much travel time, either, so we can do this
every day if we want to."

I knew I blushed.  "Umm...  I see what you mean."

It was my turn to laugh.  "Want to bet that we're going to be looking
forward to working, so we can recover from our weekends?"

I felt her body get warmer, and when I looked, she was blushing all
over.  Before I could say anything, she put a finger on my lips and
spoke gently, before she pulled it away and got up so she could dig
the stuff out of my pockets.

"Not another word.  Scoot down and get comfortable while I get what we
need."

I did.

She did.

We never did do anything sexual with the dogs, then, or ever.

We were too busy being het, then, nine months after a weekend in Vegas
to get married, the four of us were too busy taking care of our twins
for Irene and I to do anything more than laugh tiredly when we
remembered how we found out we were normal, after all.
---

End, 'First Times'

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