Argento & Scarto

by Darrin
Argento and Scarto (07/25/2008)
©07/2008 by: Maximus

It is the early morning hours of Friday when she comes to me. I can feel her more than hear her enter my room. Perhaps it is my own heated yearning for our coupling that wakes me, knowing she is near, but still, I know too it is her own desire that wakes me, palpable at this time when we have not been together during the day.

It is rare, when she is home that she does not come to me in some way, either to my fields with her puppy to play until one too many flashes of her thighs beneath her little skirt drives my lust for her to pull her onto my lap beneath a shade tree at the far end of my vines, or after the noon meal with my Brothers, when they return to their business of the day and we find ourselves alone in the house, grinning mischievously at each other. But it does come about that a day will pass and though we have exchanged kisses and touches, I have not had opportunity to bury myself inside her flesh and that is when I can feel her enter my room.

What is it about this place that makes our need so tangible? My Brothers and I have discussed it on occasion, when we can get Decanus to be serious for a moment and we’ve come to not one conclusion. The Emperor stays silent, albeit with a knowing grin, when I ask him and so we speculate and wonder and eventually leave the discussion, simply grateful that as it is, it is and we are happy.

Though I am not yet fully aroused, I feel the stirrings in my loins as she approaches. Her stealth makes me smile and I continue to breathe evenly so she will believe I am asleep. Teasing my Little Mare is almost as enjoyable as the actual physical act of our love and I delight in her soft giggles and mock pouts which I then can kiss away and make her giggle again. She lifts the sheet and climbs into the bed next to me, first kissing my mouth gently and whispering a soft, “Scarto?” which causes my shaft to thicken further and yet I still pretend to sleep, knowing she will find I am quite awake with her next movements. These take her under the covers, down to where I cannot deceive her and there comes the first giggle. She does not speak, simply caresses my length, now almost completely “awake” and then kisses the tip. I can no longer pretend, especially when her little tongue runs along the edge of my ardour and forces me to draw in a deep breath, moving my hands to her hair and entangling my fingers in her black tresses.

Another giggle. This one followed by the deeply satisfying sensation of her mouth engulfing me, bringing me at last to full readiness for her. My immediate desire is to begin thrusting, but I restrain myself and let her take me as she wishes. Over and under and around her tongue licks at me, her mouth sucks me deeper and I growl with each touch. My fingers tighten in her hair when she has brought me too far to stop and then I do thrust, feeling her take me as much as she can until I can no longer hold back and of its own accord my shaft begins pulsing its seed down her throat, each spurt sending spasms through my body, as I enjoy my release with her in this manner.

Though it is by no means what I enjoy the most from my Argento.

After finishing her task she crawls up my body slowly, pushing her head from under the sheet to grin at me happily. I push her hair back from her face and bring her to me for a deep kiss. She whimpers as I grow more purposeful, pushing her onto her back, removing the covers from in our way and pull up from her to gaze at her softly luminescent body in the moonlight. I know what she enjoys at this moment and I move her to my liking until she is positioned as I desire, fully under me, my legs on either side of hers. I gaze at her eyes, barely visible in this light, but I know them as well as my own. I can see the subtle shift from brown to almost black as her lust takes her over as well. I know what she wants just now and smiling in a predatory manner, I push one knee between hers then placing my hands on her inner thighs, open her to me forcefully. Her whimper becomes a soft cry and I chuckle for how readily she can come from a simple maneuver such as this.

I do not ask her why she loves that particular move so much. I already know. It is that singular moment of “mine”. In our Village, it is impossible to fully have one that is yours completely. We do not regret this, my Brothers and I, rather revel in all the shared joy. But Argento loves this action of opening her legs for that brief moment when indeed the word can be said with no betrayal to how we live.

“Mine,” I growl at her.

She giggles again and whispers, “Yes,” drawing her hand down my abdomen to where the fur of my belly thickens above my length, now already beginning to show signs of revival.

But she has had her fill for now, so I stay her hand before she can distract me again. It is my turn, after all.

First her lips, I must taste her kiss again, feel her hands at the back of my neck, in my hair, on my face. Her breasts are like magnets for my hands and I fill my palms with her flesh, soft and pliable to squeeze and mold as I wish, now kissing down her neck to the valley between her mounds, then kissing each nipple, feeling it rise and harden under my tongue. And listening. Always listening because her sounds arouse me as much as her flesh. The soft moans and cries as I hit a tender spot, the inevitable giggles when I caress down the sides of her body, the gentle catch of her breath as I begin to lower my kisses across her abdomen, stopping briefly to tongue her belly button as it causes her to writhe quite deliciously under me and I’m ready for her once more. But even so, I still must taste her.

I kiss past her black curls, nuzzling my nose at the apex where I can breathe her true scent in deeply. Unlike before, she does not need to keep herself from thrusting her hips against my face. When we will speak afterwards, she will giggle and tease how it’s oh so much better to be a woman in this matter. I will return the laughter, though there are times when my Brothers and I chuckle ruefully that this is sometimes true.

But now I am at her sex, dripping with her moisture and I can almost see her folds opening and grasping in anticipation of what will come. She will need to wait for that a little longer. Instead it is my tongue and mouth and fingers that play in her satiny recess, where honey flows waiting for me to begin my own task. My mouth claims her little nub, hidden under its hood. I swear there are times I can feel it throbbing. I suckle at it gently, pressing first one then two fingers into her opening. Working in tandem, I raise her up slowly until she is arching up so far as to raise herself completely off the bed, her hands grabbing the sheet beneath her and crying out to me to please release her. When I do, the loud cry of my name, “Scarto!” and the accompanying spasms that flow through her with even more cries is the final piece of the puzzle and I am far too ready for her to make either of us wait anymore.

While she is still coming back to me from her climax, I raise up, kneeling before her and pull her up to me, thrusting my length into her body, catching the last of her spasms around my shaft and causing more. She wraps her arms and legs around me tightly, burying her head against my neck and I can feel the tears against my skin which makes me smile for I do love how deeply she feels everything and of course most especially my love for her in this physical way. Moving slowly, we both thrust now, back and forth, parting and joining, my length filling her sheath then almost emptying it only to return again. She pulls back and I see her face, tear-stained but happy and becoming lust-filled once more. We move together as one, though it was not always so. It took us some time to achieve oneness but it is all the sweeter for the journey we had to make to arrive at it.

Before too long she has come again around me, losing her rhythm and I wait until she finds it again, before laying on my back and letting my Mare ride her Stallion. I take this time to caress and touch her, squeeze her and love her as she slides up and down bringing her body to completion again. Her hands find my chest and she bends to kiss my own nipples, hard and erect as I am below where we are joined. The wet heat emitting from that place is driving me wild.

And now it is the time to thrust in earnest.

I roll her over, staying inside her, giving her my weight and driving my shaft deep into her with little more thought than that I simply must come. This is when I speak to her, whispering in her ear that I must have her, I must take her and drive into her and make her come around me as I have a need to do in her also. She responds with so much, both physically and emotionally, I am taken away to a place where there is only a Stallion and a Mare and love.

I feel her fingers dragging the nails across my back, I feel her heels digging into my thighs, I feel my thick length now throbbing with one purpose and then suddenly it is upon us, she climaxes just as I begin spurting into her, each thrust delivering a jet of my seed directly into her womb and we come together as one, as we should.

There are brief moments of regret, knowing my seed will die a happy death inside her, finding no ground for fertility. It is another thing my Brothers and I discuss, though quietly and with no rancor. We have each accepted this condition of our existence in our individual ways, the more fatherly ones of us who sometimes wish for that feeling once again. We take comfort in the fact that our Creator is experiencing this for us, while we are allowed the other side of that joy in being able to live and love so freely as we do.

But at this moment, when my Mare and I have completed ourselves with each other, there are no thoughts like that. Only a deep abiding love that leaves us breathlessly caressing, touching, kissing and sighing, gazing into each other’s eyes and smiling. We whisper together, laughing softly and watching the stars in the sky through my skylight and open windows. I feel my lids begin to droop, sleep falling upon me shortly and that she will then kiss me and go to my Brother who she will also love as deeply. It is the way of our World and the benefits far outweigh any other thoughts we might have, being the Men we are with the women we love.

She is Alexander’s BabyGirl. She is Lachlan’s little sheila. She is Maximillian’s desire and Decanus’ Cupcake. She is even Sidney’s lover.

But she is my Little Mare and at this moment she and I are one.

Argento and Scarto.

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STRENGTH AND HONOUR

The Interview

by Ree

The Interview (06/17/2008)
©06/2008 by: Ree

I walked into the restaurant promptly at noon. Didn’t want to be late for my meeting; that would be totally unprofessional. He was sipping a cup of espresso when I approached the table.

“Good morning, Mr. Skinner.”

He looked up at me and cocked his head, a small smile creeping over his lips. He stood and pulled out a chair for me.”I believe it’s afternoon, Miss Butler. But a good one to you. Sit.”

As I settled in the seat, I saw him take a sidelong glance at my outfit. I think he expected something other than the white skirt, white blouse and blue blazer I had dressed myself in. My hair was swept up and I wore my glasses, not my contacts. “Care for an espresso to start?”

Before I could answer he’d waved and made hand gestures to a waiter. I was getting coffee whether I’d liked it or not.

“How did you know I’d like coffee?” I arched my brow at him and he chuckled.

“I know how to read people, Laurie. May I call you Laurie?” I nodded my assent. “Of course, I’ve also seen you with a coffee cup from time to time.”

“Have you?” The coffee was quick to arrive, and I busied myself putting sweetener in and taking a sip. “Oh this is good.” I sighed softly. “So, you said you had something to discuss with me?”

He paused, seemingly gathering his thoughts, then cleared his throat. “Yes, well, I thought it would be good to meet here, give us a chance to talk a little.”

“If it’s about the Johnson account, I’m not surprised you didn’t want Ben and Jerry to see us together.”

“Ben and Jerry?” He laughed. “Right. They don’t need to know. So,” he said, grinning at me, “as you’ve gathered, I’m interested in putting you on the account. But, I want to see if you have what it takes.”

“Haven’t I proved myself ten times over?”  

 

“Yes, you’re very capable, Laurie. But anybody can be capable. I want more.” He leaned over the table and his spoke in an intense whisper. “Someone who sees what she wants and seizes it.” He snatched the menu out of my hands right as the waiter arrived. The waiter looked at me expectantly. Was this some kind of test? I’d barely glanced at the menu.

“I’ll have salmon with angel hair pasta.” The waiter jotted down my order and turned to Max, who hadn’t cracked open the menu either.

“I’ll have steak frites, medium rare, please. Salad, served after.”

“I’d like salad, after, as well.” I tried to sound as confident as Max did. I must have succeeded because he nodded his head in approval.

“Now, back to business. Why didn’t you ask for the Johnson account?

“Didn’t think I needed to. I’ve earned it.”

“Earn? You think Ben and Jerry earned their accounts?”

“No, they’re idiots.”

He laughed. “Yes, they are. And yet, love, you are working for them.”

“Shit. You’re right.”

“Of course I am. So what are you going to do about it?”

“I would like the Johnson Account, sir.”

“Call me Max.” Another grin crossed his lips. “I’m not sure I’ll give it to you, yet. Let’s dispense with business for the time being. Tell me, what do you do for fun?”

“Fun?” I hesitated; was this another test? “Read, swim, and go to the occasional movie. Things that help recharge my batteries.”

“Hmm. No clubbing? No parties?”

“Not my style.”

“Yes, you’ve kept a low profile, not a whisper of gossip about you. So, any romantic entanglements I should know about?”

“No entanglements. Nothing to interfere to my commitment to work.”

He scowled and I felt as if I’d disappointed him. “All work and no play? Everyone needs a little fun. Helps keep you sharp. Now come on, you can tell me.”

“Max, is this appropriate conversation for a business lunch?” We were interrupted by our meals arriving. It looked delicious. I squeezed the lemon over the fish, but half of the juice squirted against my glasses. I swept them off and dried them with my napkin.

“Why do you wear those, love?”

“I need them for the computer monitors.”

“None of those here. Leave them off, I like being able to see your eyes.”

His own eyes were lovely to look at as well, but I couldn’t let him know that. I slipped the glasses into my purse and looked down at my plate to reply. “Do you say that to everyone you interview?”

“This isn’t a job interview; you have a job. It’s more of a placement; I work closely with my team, so I need to know . . . everything.”

“I don’t know if I want to tell you . . . everything.”

He shrugged. “Your choice, love. There are others who will.”

“I don’t do things just because others will, Max. That you should know about me.”

He laughed. “Fair enough.” He took a few bites of his meal, grinning as he chewed. “I lied before, about there being no gossip.”

“You did? What did you hear?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me your point of view. And no ‘I won’t dignify that with a response’.”

I inhaled sharply as I considered. “Okay. Shoot.”

“You have an ‘ice maiden’ tag, love. Deserved?”

“Oh, that,” I shrugged. “Just because I don’t like being groped and slobbered on.”

“Who would do that?”

“Men would.” His eyes widened at my blanket accusation. “Present company excluded . . . I think.”

“Oh, love, present company most definitely excluded. I do not slobber. Now I won’t say I’ve never groped; however, I much prefer a tender caress, a gentle touch.” He reached out and lightly brushed his thumb over my knuckles. I watched his fingers, mesmerized by his touch. “I feel like I should apologize for my entire gender.”

“No need, Max, it’s just the way of the world.”

He cocked his head, his lips upturned in amusement. “That explains quite a bit, however.”

“It does?” He nodded and continued eating. He didn’t ask any more personal questions; we talked about general things: the weather, the market, a few of the movies I’d seen lately. I wondered what he thought I had revealed to him. He waved the waiter over when we’d finished our salads and asked for the check

“Let’s go somewhere else for coffee.”

“Shouldn’t we get back to the office?”

“No, we shouldn’t.” He grinned and offered his hand to me. With hesitation I took it, but when I did, I felt chills go up my spine. He led me to his car and opened the door for me.

“I drove here, shall I meet you somewhere?”

“You can fetch it later.” Something in his tone made it clear I was not to argue. Intrigued, I slipped into the front seat of his Aston Martin. I felt like luxury itself, and I stroked the soft leather as we sped down the road to our destination: a brownstone abode in a residential neighborhood.

“What are we doing here?”

“Continuing our conversation, Laurie.” Again, he held out his hand, and again I took it. “Are you warm? Let me have your jacket.” In a swift motion, he had my jacket slipped down and off me. He draped it over a chair, then took his own off and placed it over mine. He excused himself and returned a few minutes later with two hot cups of espresso.

“What else do we need to discuss?” I asked, after we’d taken a few sips.

He moved slightly closer and stroked my hair. “Just a few more things,” he said softly. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips, such a beautiful shape. I barely noticed his hand reaching up to my hair until I saw the barrette in his hand. “There,” he added, stroking my hair down around my shoulders. “You don’t need to have it up, do you?”

“Max, c’mon.”

“You want to know what I think?” I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to hear, but I told him to go ahead anyway. “I think you lack confidence in yourself. Not as a financial wiz, there’s no doubt about that. I mean as a woman. And it’ll hold you back.”

“Hold me back? Why? What does it have to do with anything?”

“Because,” he said has he stroked up my bare arms, “the likes of Ben and Jerry need to think you’d have any man you want and just don’t want them. Instead, they just think you need to get laid.”

“I need to get laid in order to get ahead?”

“No, it’s about knowing what you want.”

“And you know what I want?” He leaned in closer, his lips millimeters from mine.

“Yes.” Our lips brushed each other’s. He enveloped my upper lip with his, then tugged at the bottom one. It felt tender and powerful at the same time. I pressed my lips back against his, instinctively letting them part. His tongue brushed against my parted lips, asking entry, a request I found I could not deny. I felt dizzy with the sensation of losing myself to the kiss, and yet we continued, coming apart and then together again and again. His warm hand caressed my bare arm, then slid over to cup my breast. I startled then.

“Wait, Max!”

“I’m not groping, love. It’s just a touch. Feel it, if you want me to stop I will.” He cupped one breast and kneaded it softly, brushing his thumb over the center. “What have you on under this?” He chuckled.

“Just my bra,” I answered, sighing with his touch.

“I can tell, it’s quite a large one. Do you like what I’m doing?”

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. Encouraged, he slid his hand over to my other breast, then both hands as he continued to kiss me. I felt a moan rise from my throat. I reached out to his chest, drawing my hand up and down him. He began to unbutton me, and again I murmured resistance.

“Shh, enjoy, it’s just my fingers.” He slipped his hand inside my open blouse. My eyes were closed but I could hear him chuckle. “Four hooks? Not making this easy, love.”

“I need it.”

The bra popped away from my shoulders as he released the last hook. “No you don’t, Good Lord, those are perfect.” He slipped my shirt off my shoulders, the bra came down with it. “Beautiful. You shouldn’t hide these, love. A man would do anything for a glimpse of these.”

“Max! As if . . . ohhh.” He’d stopped talking and was kissing down my neck; his lips began to cover the same territory as his hands. I arched my back, fairly offering myself up to him, but I didn’t care, the feeling was heavenly. I tugged at his shirt, overcome with the urge to feel his skin against mine. He chuckled and sped the process along and soon he was sliding against me, skin against skin. His hands had begun to wander again, up my legs and pushing my skirt up to reach my thighs. Again, his fingers dug into my flesh, making me squirm against his touch. A finger slipped under the panties and I sat bolt upright, grabbed my blouse and held it in front of me. “Stop.”

He put his hands in the air. “All right, but why?”

“I’ve never . . . no one’s ever touched me there before.”

“No one?” He laughed, disbelieving.

“Don’t laugh at me.” I rolled off the couch and picked up my bra, which had landed on the floor.

He grabbed my arm. “You’re serious!” I nodded. ‘Bollocks, I just thought you hadn’t had a good time of it, not that you’d never . . .”

“Stop, I’m embarrassed enough.”

“Don’t be, Laurie.” I could tell he was stifling a chuckle. He sat up on the couch and looked at me expectantly. My eyes couldn’t help but fall to his trousers, which were rather more lumpy than just the material would allow for. “So, what do you want to do? Shall I take you home?”

“I’ve never been kissed like that.” I touched my lips, still tingling from the feel of him.

“You have the most spectacular lips, love. They should be kissed continuously.”

“Yours too,” I answered, without thinking.

He stood and took a step toward me. “So, what do you want to do?”

I threw down my clothes and threw my arms around his neck. “I want to say ‘to hell with the interview’,” and kissed him soundly.

A murmured invitation to join him upstairs was answered with a breathless ‘yes’. We made our way upstairs to a bedroom and he sat on the edge of the bed, holding my arms out in front of me. ‘Should I take off the rest?”

“Let me, love.” He reached around, kissing my belly as his hands unfastened my skirt. It fell to the ground, leaving me in my panties. His eyes flew open when he kissed the top of my waistband. “Oh! Um . . . these are . . . lovely.” His chuckle subsided once he’d peeled them from me. He wrapped his arms around me, caressing my bum before turning me around and sitting me between his legs. His hands over me made me squirm and writhe, and this time I let him slide his fingers between my legs, probing my folds, and dipping one finger inside me. “You okay?”

I sighed and nodded. “Yes, very okay.” He put a second finger in, it slid in easily.

“You’re so wet, love.”

“I’m sorry, is that weird? It feels weird, but good.”

“It means you’re ready for me. Just a little more of this first.” I sighed again, the combination of his touch and kisses were inundating my senses.

“Oh oh, no, wait, Max, I’m going to pee!” I cried out, a sudden urge building inside me.

“No, Laurie, love, you’re going to come. Just let it happen.”

I arched my back to kiss him, and a tidal wave of sensation washed through me. “Oh, God, Max!” I called out his name, whimpered as the intensity grew then subsided, then collapsed against him, knocking him back on the bed. I turned around and showered his face with kisses. “Oh my God, did I really just come?” I never knew, oh God! Does it feel that good when you do?”

“I’m beginning to wonder,” he chuckled before capturing my lips for another kiss.

“Let’s find out,” I grinned and kissed my way down his chest, pausing at his belt buckle to take a deep breath. “Okay, here I go.” I unbuckled him and tugged down his pants catching is drawers on the way. His cock sprang free. “Oh my!”

“Problem?”

“How will it fit?”

“It’ll fit, never had a problem yet,” he chuckled.

“May I touch it?”

“That is the idea, yes.” He hissed with my first tentative touch, letting out a longer sigh as I grew more adventurous.

“Did you come? There’s stuff.”

“No, love, that means I’m ready for you.” I slid the slick droplets around the tip, soft and velvety. “Now how did you know to do that?” He laughed and sat up, taking me by my shoulders and pushing me on my back.

“Just seemed like the thing to do.” He hovered over me and grinned. “So, you’re ready?”

He nodded. “You? We’ll take it slow as you want, Laurie.” I nodded my agreement. “Good, let me stretch you again, just my fingers, like before.”

“Before was good.” I groaned when he slipped a finger in, then two, a third finger made me gasp. He pumped his fingers, curling them up inside me, hitting a spot that made me cry out in pleasure.

“Ooh, look what I found!” He didn’t stop pumping until I started shuddering around him with another climax. He withdrew his fingers and I pulled him to me for more kisses. “Now, it’s best if you can put a leg around me. Like this. ” He pulled my leg up around him, pushing it up over his hip. He kneed my other leg apart more and settled in between my legs.

I looked down between us, his cock resting over my belly. “You sure that’ll fit?”

“Like a glove, love.” As he bent over to kiss me again, he inched inside, slowly, pausing when he felt resistance. “You okay? Hurt?”

“No, just pressure; it feels amazing, keep going.”

“It gets better.” His hips pressed into me again and I felt my passage surround him, squeeze him. “Much better. Jesus, Laurie, I love being inside you.” His hips started to move then, soft undulations at first. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him to my chest, my other leg making its way high up on his back. The higher my legs went, the deeper he was able to go and the faster his hips moved. I could feel his cock shudder first, then with a low growl, he began to pump inside me. There was no mistaking his coming this time.

He collapsed in a heap on top of me, and I held him close, playing with the short sweaty hairs on his neck, rubbing my feet up and down his legs and bum. “That sounded as good as I felt,” I chuckled.

He buried his head in my chest, moving his face back and forth quickly between my breasts before kissing up to my lips. “It’s hard to pretend we haven’t done this before, love.”

“I tried!”

“Yes, you did very well, but we’re too good at it together.”

“Hmm, what do you want me to forget?”

He laughed and rolled over, pulling me against his shoulder and hugging me tight. “Not a bloody thing. Ever.”

“Did I surprise you?”

“Yes, somehow I thought you’d show up dressed like a 16-year-old girl or something.”

“I thought of that, but then you’d either have to be a teenager too, which would be awkward first sex, that’s no fun.”

“Or an older chap. Although playing Humbert Humbert is not so appealing.”

“So I went with what I knew.”

“Let me guess, a slobberer and groper.”

I nodded. “Good thing, too, because if my first time had been anything like this, I’d probably have married the guy.”

“Well, lucky for us it happened as it did. Let’s wash up, Laurie.”

After a brief wash-up, we went back to the bedroom to collect our clothes. He held up my discarded underwear and arched his brow at me.

“Sensible underwear for a sensible girl.”

“The bra was bad enough, but I almost lost it when I saw the panties. No more of that.” He threw them in the trash.

“I brought some insensible things to wear later. So, Max, tell me?”

“Yes, love, anything.”

“Do I get the Johnson account?”

He looked up at the ceiling, and stroked his chin as he considered my request. “Hmmm…no.”

“No?!!! Dayum, after letting you take my virginity?”

“I have a better placement for you. Somewhere where there’s nothing to keep us from shagging, and going to fine restaurants, shagging, and taking long walks, and shagging some more . . . ”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll take it!”

“I thought you would. When can you start?” He stepped in close to me and tipped my chin to his face.

“Now?”

Our fun afternoon carried on until evening, until we had to return to our respective homes. We said goodbye at my front door and promised, amidst goodbye kisses and caresses, to meet again for another game. Wonder what’ll be next time?

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Shedding Some Light

by Ree

Shedding Some Light (05/16/2008)

©05/2008 by: John Biebe

Deep down I knew something was on her mind. Wasn’t anything blatant; never is with her. But when I rushed off to work Friday morning, I realized the stack of work waiting for me could have waited for a few hours. What had made her ask so many questions about it? The thought crossed my mind that I’d been handled; and that thought would have crossed right out again if Bud hadn’t stood in front of my desk and asked ‘how things were.’ Like he ever does that. Yeah, something was up.

I knew the only way to find out was to get her alone. Not always easy with the seven of us around for Friday dinner. Ree had cooked us a nice meal, and we were chowing down with gusto. A couple of the others said they were ready for seconds and Ree automatically volunteered to go to the kitchen. She was out of earshot when I stood to address the offenders. “She’s not the servant here, you could have gotten off your ass yourself, you know.”

“She said she was going anyway!”

“Yeah, like hell. I’m getting my own.” I took my plate and headed into the kitchen. Ree was filling a couple extra plates. I took them from her.

“Bella, you’re not the waitress. You cooked already.”

“I know, I’m just being nice.”

“Don’t. They’ll expect it.”

“I like to take care of you guys,” she gave me a flirtatious smile and when she walked past me she brushed against my arm. I hooked my hand around her elbow and stopped her.

“But we like to take care of you, too.” She cocked her head at me and I could see the cloud pass over her eyes.

“You do,” she smiled again, the look passed as quickly as it had come. Damn, she was good.

“Tell you what, I’ll skip the game entirely tonight.”

“Oh, Johnny, it’s your night to be with your brothers, go and play.”

I wasn’t going to let her pull that again. I leaned in close to her and spoke low in her ear. “Maybe I just want to play with you, Bella.” She grinned, it was a honest grin, full of anticipation. I answered by circling her waist.

“I’d really like that,” she replied with her own whisper. My attempt at analyzing that response was clouded by her tugging at my ear with her lips. Ah, was that her plan? Sweet distraction often worked on me. My answer was cut short when Jeff and Steve walked in.

“Sorry, Ree, don’t go to so much trouble for us.” Jeff said. He stopped in his tracks when he saw us. “Oi! John, getting your own, are ya?”

“Just talking here.”

“Sure ya are. Guess we know what the plan is for the game, then.” Jeff took the refilled plate and stood at the sink, eating it up quickly. “Speaking of which, we better go, mate. Getting late.”

Steve nodded at Jeff and put his own dish in the sink. “Don’t clean these, we’ll get them when we get back, babe.”

“But everything will be stuck on!”

“Leave ‘em. You and John could use an evening together.” Now that sealed it. Steve not making any cracks about being the one to stay home. Not that he begrudges any of us, but given a choice, he’d wanna be the one every time.

“Um, yeah.” I couldn’t see her face as she looked toward him, but I definite “do it” expression showed in his. “Let me go upstairs to freshen up, John, I’m a mess.” She lifted off my lap and scurried out of the kitchen. The rest started barrelling in with their dishes, Steve reminding them to clear everything off to be cleaned later. I didn’t ask Steve what was up, I wanted to hear it from her own lips. Dishes cleared, the guys headed doing the usual trash talking. As if it made any difference, Wade and Cort would wipe the tables with them like they usually did.

Ree still hadn’t come back downstairs so I went up. She was exiting her bedroom, dressed in a robe and who knew what else. Despite my desire to see what was under the robe, I steeled myself to resist. “Hey, Johnny.”

“Hey, Bella.”

“Before it gets too late, can I show you something?” She nodded toward her bedroom.

“Show me?” What was she up to? “Your room? Sure?”

“It’s on my laptop, Johnny, not my lap.”

“Oh!” Now this took me by surprise, she wasn’t waiting for me to ask? I followed her crooked finger and entered the bedroom. She sat down in front of her laptop and started clicking. This site, that site, what looked to be another computer screen entirely, then a familiar Gmail screen. “Take you that long to call up your email?”

“I go through my cousin’s computer in Boston. She leaves it on all night, no firewall.”

“You hack into her computer? That’s not very nice!”

“She leaves the door wide open!! I don’t poke around, I just use it to get to this account, using her IP address.”

“Why?”

“I’ll show you.” She pulled up a message that said simply. “We know where you are.”

“Jesus. When was this?” I looked closer. “Almost two years ago? Why didn’t you say anything?”

She nodded. “I didn’t fetch it for a month after it was sent, I figured if there was no second one it was just someone taking a shot in the dark. So I shrugged it off. Until I got this one.” She called up another. Same message.

“That’s all? Who’d send this?”

“I think it was those guys I used to work for. The ones I ran into down in LA that time? Trying to scare me, or to fish out my real address.”

“Good, then don’t answer, you’ll be fine. This is what you’ve been worried about?”

“Did I say I was worried?”

“Bella, I’m not stupid.”

“No, Johnny, you’re not.” She looked down, embarrassed. “But I am.”

“Tell me you didn’t answer!”

“I did. I wrote ‘who are you?’ back. It was a knee jerk reaction, then I couldn’t retract it!”

I pulled up a chair and sat, looking at the screen. “Well, let’s think about this. Any way to trace? You said you went through your cousin’s computer.”

“Um. . . I was distracted . . . .”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, opened it from here by mistake. I responded with the original addy, Gmail can do that, so I thought it would be okay . . . ” I don’t understand all this Internet shit, but I do understand Ree-language, she thought she’d fucked up “So then I got this recently. To the account I accidentally sent from.”

“We know where you are, LB.”

“Was that your nickname? ‘LB’?”

“No, they called me Laurie. That’s what’s got me spooked, Johnny. That and that they could have my IP address. They can pinpoint me.”

I leaned back in the chair and ran my fingers through my hair. “Am I missing something? These assholes dangerous? Why would they want to find you?”

“I don’t know! They think I cheated them.”

“Did you? Cheat them?”

“Johnny! No!”

“Had to ask, Bella.”

“I told you how I got fired, right? How my ex left the company and suddenly pulled in a big deal right after my group lost millions.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have been working so soon after everything with your sister. But explain this: You left Boston. He stayed. How could they think you were in on it?”

“I don’t know. It’s the only thing I can think of. The ‘LB’ part has me stumped. I keep waking up thinking I’ve forgotten something. Something obvious that’ll lead them right to me.”

“Let them find you, who cares now?”

She shook her head, and looked down, not at me. “I don’t want anyone to find me here, Johnny It’d ruin everything!”

“Really? You’re afraid of that?” I pulled her close and put her head on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about that, Bella. Okay, let’s think of what to do. We’ve got a bit of experience uncovering identities, no reason we can’t work on covering one up. Want me to look into that?”

“Think you can? I haven’t messed up too much?”

“Hmm, we’ve got some smart people here, Bella, we’ll think of something.”

“Thanks, Johnny. I hate to ask.”

“Why?”

“Just do. I should be able to handle it.”

I tipped her face up to meet mine. “You should be able to ask for help when you need it, Bella. Why else are we here?”

She giggled and kissed my cheek. “To love each other, I should think.”

“That too.” She’d begun to relax in my arms and I let myself enjoy the feeling of closeness. But then she began to fill my senses with her scent, her soft skin, her curves that lay right beneath the flimsy robe. My fingers itched to feel what lay beneath. I kissed up her neck and let my hand slide up her side. She bent her head down to accept my attentions at her nape. That brought instant sighs and trembles.

“Johnny.” Her voice was breathless, half a moan. I took one of her breasts in my hand, my thumb seeking out a nipple. Damn, it was hard already. I squeezed her breast and she moaned, wiggling in my lap. We kissed and stroked each other for the longest time. I managed to slip inside her robe to unclasp her bra, but she opened her eyes and spoke up. “No, I wore this special, don’t want to ruin the effect.”

“What effect? It’s already having an effect on me.” I leaned back in for another kiss.

“Just look, will ya?” She climbed off my lap and took a few steps backwards, slowing opening one side of her robe, then another to reveal a matching set of lacy underwear. I chuckled. “What?” She asked. “You don’t like?”

“I like the girl underneath.”

“Oh c’mon Johnny, I like wearing this. It makes me feel sexy.”

“Lord help me if you feel sexy,” I said, exhaling sharply. Her hands started touching where I wanted to: her breasts, down to the small triangle of fabric between her legs. She winked at me as she slipped her fingers in and writhed against them. “Fuck, Bella, I need to do that.” I pulled her hand out and she put the fingers to my lips; I sucked one after another in. Jesus, the taste of her was about to make me lose it right there. I reached around to unclasp her bra, then pressed her back down to the mattress. She was all mine now, to kiss, caress, suck, taste and breathe in. And the reward? If the feel of her wasn’t enough, the sounds she were making sure were. I wonder, sometimes, how it must feel for her, especially when her whole body shudders under my touch like that. I stopped to watch the last waves of pleasure pass. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

“Oh Johnny,” she sighed. “Baby, what you do to me.”

“Not done yet.” And I wasn’t, not by a long shot. I knelt between her legs and she wrapped her legs around me, drawing me close and almost managing to push me into her, but I held her hips and dipped in slow. She squeezed, making her passage tight yet still slick enough to ease in until I she encased me entirely. I leaned over her, kissing her breasts and up to her ear once more. “Can I just stay here?” Her hips had started moving and I knew I couldn’t keep mine still for much longer.

“See how long you can, big guy,” she chuckled. “Hope it’s long . . . and thick . . . and hard . . . and deep . . . ” her words just melted into moans as I gripped hips tight and started to move. She covered me with kisses, and I followed suit, burying my face in her breasts. I was deep into her now, each stroke bringing me closer, until she whispered in my ear. “Harder, baby. Whatever you want.” Hell yes, harder. I slipped out and she turned over quickly and lifting her hips up. We barely missed a beat until I was up into her again, my hands stroking her hair down with each thrust, twisting it, pulling her back toward me and exposing that sweet bit of neck. I leaned over and kissed it. How I did it softly, I don’t know, as rough as the rest of me was being, but I when I did, she cried out. I jumped, not sure if was her cry or her squeezing me in deeper. I don’t know how long I kept spurting into her, but it felt fan-fucking-ever.

We panted to a slow rhythm before we collapsed, drenched in sweat and everything. She began to giggle.

“That was a good trick, Johnny.”

“No trick, your neck was calling me.”

“Mmm, love the neck thing.”

“Neck’s not all I love.”

“Me neither. Johnny. Hold me, baby?”

“Of course, Bella!” I slipped onto my back and she cuddled onto my shoulder. She raked her nails softly over my chest and blew over it. Felt great. “So we managed to get off the subject,” I said with a chuckle.

“Um, not on purpose! I just love being with you too much.”

“Me too, Ree. So what does Steve say about this?”

“He told me to delete both accounts. Not sure if that’ll make a difference.”

“Hmm. And Bud?”

“Bud?”

“He knows too.”

“He said something?! He said he’d let me tell you!”"

“Bella, I knew, okay. Not what, but that it was something.”

“I’m beginning to think you guys have brother telepathy. I’m probably being a ninny, that some one’s just messing with my head. But I’m happy here, and I don’t want anything or anybody to pull me back into my old life.”

“Are you talking about completely disappearing? What about your cousin? Your family’s foundation?”

“I don’t know. Is it an option?”

“I’d rather not go that far. I’m rather fond of Laurie Butler.” She bowed her head and I tipped it up to kiss her. I knew that I needed to talk about it with my brothers, but now I was alone with her and wasn’t about to waste it. “Want to watch a movie, Bella, or start, anyway? She grinned and nodded. I looked around for the remote and realized where we were. “Damn, we’re in the wrong bed.”

“Oh no! We can move.” She pulled away and climbed out to look for her robe.

“Steve’s going to know though, unless we clean up.”

“He won’t mind, he likes us to be together.” I could see the blush in her cheeks. “The perve.”

I laughed. “He’s not the only one, I think. You want to just stay here?”

“No, no, I can’t ask you to do that, let’s just go to your room.”

“I’d like to talk to him, though. About all this.” She looked at me, head cocked, then climbed back in.

Steve may have been surprised to find us waiting for him, but it was good to talk, the three of us, before anybody did anything drastic. We agreed it would be good to find out who was sending the emails first. That might be tricky, but I’m counting on Nash to figure out a way. A course of action agreed to, we settled in watch a movie together. It wasn’t long before we heard the gentle breathing sounds from her lying between us. Steve smiled as he pointed out her position: one arm hooked around him, a leg in between mine. That’s what we are all now, intertwined. And we want to keep it that way.

Small Things, Big Shadows

by Ree

Small Things, Big Shadows (05/14/2008)
©05/2008 by: Ree
 

Bud had a look of anticipation when I met him Wednesday. I had a strong suspicion why, and when he took me in his arms to say good morning, my suspicions were confirmed.

“What you’re going to do to me, huh?”

“I did say that, didn’t I?”

“You said a lot of things Saturday night.”

“I know, but I meant every word.”

“Sure you did.” He lifted me up and put his lips to my ear. “But now, what you’re going to do to me is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you.” The kiss that followed turned me into mush. We arrived at his front door and when he reached in front of me to open it, his forearm brushed against me. I felt shivers in anticipation.

“Bring a change of clothes, baby?”

I held out my hands; I’d only brought my purse. “No, of course not.”

“Too bad, you’ll have just your robe, then.”

The implication of that made me exhale an excited “oh my.” His kiss put an end to that reply and he half led, half lifted me across the threshold before releasing me, breathless and with heart pounding. Then he simply turned and walked into the kitchen. “Want some coffee, Laurie?”

“Coffee?”

“No? Soda?”

“Bud!”

“What is it?” He stepped back out and grinned at me. What was he doing?

“You don’t want to rip my dress off?”

He laughed.

“You don’t want me now?” I couldn’t understand how things could have turned. We were supposed to be pressed up against the door or in the bedroom by now. “It’s Wednesday!”

“What?!” His brows knit and he looked at me, but then strode up to me. “Are you shitting me?”

“No, what am I to think?”

“I’m just giving as good as you gave me the other night.”

“Oh!” I hung my head. “I didn’t mean to tease. I thought . . . you’d just want me more today if we didn’t do it on Saturday.”

“Okay, now that’s bullshit.”

“But  . . . I thought it was true. “

“You think that? Really?” I nodded my head sheepishly. He laughed again and put his arms around me. “I don’t fucking get you sometimes.”

“You don’t have to laugh at me!”

“Yes I do. Baby, it’s us, okay? Saturday, Wednesday, doesn’t matter. You do this with your guys? Sorry, not our day?”

“No.” I chuckled. “I teased you pretty bad, huh?”

“Oh yeah. I lived, though.” He winked at me.

“You don’t have to share how.”

“I won’t. Still should have let us, baby. Fuck, the way you looked, the way you felt.” He ran his hands up my arms and stepped in close. Like you do now.” He leaned in and I put my hands on his cheeks and drew him in for another kiss. A long, deep kiss; I didn’t want to stop. I rubbed my body against him until he steadied my hips with his strong hands.

“Oh, Bud,” I whispered into our kiss as we ground into each other. No doubts about what he wanted then. His fingers toyed with the neckline of my dress.

“Still want me to rip this?”

“No, just take me to the bedroom, baby.”

“You got it.” He scooped me up and carried me to his bedroom, bouncing me down on the edge. I giggled and kicked my shoes off, flashing a bit of thigh as I did so. He noticed I’d worn my thigh high stockings and he pushed my skirt up higher on my legs. “Off. off!” I whipped it over my head as he got his own shirt off.

“Aww, I wanted to do that, Bud.”

“Get the rest then.” He stood up and let me work his buckle, then his zipper, then down with his trousers and briefs.

“Ooh, nice.” I let his pants fall, not caring what happened to them then, all I wanted what was staring me in the face. He stroked it out to me, letting me kiss the steely smooth skin, holding my shoulder when I sucked the tip in my mouth. I love to hear his soft grunts of pleasure, and I would have continued if he hadn’t pushed me away.

“I didn’t wait four days to race through this.” He took my leg in his hand and lifted it on his shoulder, dipping his head in to kiss the tops of my thighs exposed from the stockings. I writhed with his attentions, his lips so near and yet so far away from where I wanted them to be. “Hold on, baby I’ll get there,” he chuckled and fingered the sides of my panties.

“Oh you hafta rip something, now!”

I squealed when the fabric was torn from my hips; the squeals turned to moans when his lips reached their destination. No, we didn’t race through anything. We brought each other to the brink and back again, desperate to savor each other as long as we could. When there didn’t seem any more to do than come, he bent my leg high on my chest, and whispered in my ear. “C’mon Laurie, for me, baby, nice and sweet.” His voice, low, urgent, yet tender, pushed me in bliss. I opened my eyes to see him watching me, and was rewarded with his pulsing release.

“Mmm, now wasn’t that worth waiting for?” I asked afterwards as we relaxed in each others’ arms.

“No.”

“No?!!”

“It’s not worth waiting for, it’s worth not waiting for!” He laughed and pulled me on top of him. “So don’t.” The warning finger he waggled in my face was too tempting not to do something naughty with. “All right, let’s get cleaned up, got things to do today.”

“Things? We have things?”

“Want me to tell or want it to be a surprise?”

“Both!”

“Okay, hint. Do you have enough here to bring overnight?”

“An overnighter? Oooh! Yes I think I do; let me check the undies, though.” Luckily, there were still a couple of nice pair left, and after we washed up, we quickly packed a bag and headed off in the car. I could tell we were headed north, but didn’t say a thing. He held out his arm and I settled in on his shoulder. He told me that I should close my eyes and rest while he drove. I’m not sure what did it: the moving car, the morning’s activity, or the low tones of his voice, but I fell asleep quickly and didn’t awake until the car had stopped.

“Hey, The Vineyard Café, where my stuff is! You didn’t have to do this, Bud; the guys brought me up already.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen them. Maybe there’s something you don’t want me to see.”

“That’s not it; I just didn’t think you were much of an art lover”

“Art? No. Artist, yes.”

There was no answer to that except an enthusiastic hug and kiss. We found the place busy. Most of the tables were taken with people working on their laptops or holding meetings. A few parents with children. I panicked, worried that my pictures were not suitable for children, but when I looked again, I realized the ones Steve had chosen were a little more benign, the kitten ones, and the couples that looked like they were sleeping, not doing what made them sleepy.

“Cats?” Bud chuckled when he looked at my portraits of Roo, sleeping in the sun, bathed in the colors that had captured my fancy.

“People seem to like those.” Barry James, the manager with whom Steve had arranged the show, came up when he recognized them. “Hey, welcome back, LB.” I shook his hand and he held it out to Bud. “Did I meet you last time? I’m sorry I don’t remember which one you are,” he laughed.

“Um, yeah, Steve’s got a lot of cousins.” I carefully didn’t introduce Bud. He raised his eyebrow but took my lead and didn’t introduce himself, either. “Listen, Barry, I just want to lay low, okay?”

“I remember, no problem. Want a latte? On the house.”

“Real coffee for me,” Bud interjected, “black, no crap in it.” Barry laughed and went to place our order. Bud leaned in to speak to me. “LB? And why don’t you want him to know who I am?”

“He knows LB – my initials are on the paintings, but I’d rather he didn’t know much else. You know, plausible deniability?”

“Who would ask him?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Anyone from the outside. C’mon, let’s see if any others are sold.” We did a walk around the perimeter and looked at the paintings. He knew very well what they were of, but except for the occasional smile playing across his lips, he didn’t guess the who. “I know,” I said, “there’s a lot, I’m just a . . . “

“Stoppit. You’ll never hear that from me, baby. Huh.” He’d stopped before one, a sketch of two figures entwined on a bed of gold, flashes of lights over their heads. He pointed at it and turned to me. “Christmas?” I nodded. “The lights on the headboard.” He grinned. “I remember that. That what you saw?”

“It’s not so much see as feel that I see. It’s hard to explain. But you recognized it!”

“Yeah.” I took his hand and he squeezed it; the coffee was ready and we sat to finish it. “Okay, let’s go check in. We’ll eat in the hotel restaurant.”

I smiled at him. No ‘where should we eat,’ or ‘what kind of food do you want’ from Bud. The restaurant was lovely; we had a corner table, away from the other diners. I could see everybody, though, which started to make me uncomfortable.

“What is it, baby? You keep looking around.”

“I’m just afraid I’ll see someone I know.”

“Why? Do you know someone in the area?”

“No, it’s just every time I leave Central, something seems to happen.”

“Yeah I remember.” He craned his head backward, and knit his brow. “Stand up. Change places with me.” I was able to relax a little better not seeing the rest of the restaurant.

“Thanks, this helps.”

“S’okay, baby. I got your back.”

“Is that why you’re looking down my front?”

“Nice view.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.

I took his hands in mine and drew my fingers over his knuckles. “Worth not waiting for?”

“You bet.” He took a turn running his fingers over mine. “But after dinner.”

“Food first?!”

“Yep.” He took a slice of bread from the basket. “I’ll eat quick though.”

“Bud!”

“Need my strength for you, baby.” He winked at me as he chewed. I had to admit that was an acceptable response. Truth be told, I was hungry too. It wasn’t long after our last bites that we were up in the room and where we both wanted to be.

* * *

I awoke from a dream; a dream forgotten as soon as my eyes opened, but the feeling of dread that caused me to awaken remained. How many times had this happened now? I could faintly make out Bud’s features in the darkness; we were lying facing each other and his arm was draped over me. I thought about cuddling up to him for comfort, but I didn’t want to wake him too early; we still had that long drive back to Central in the morning, and we had stayed up late watching a movie. I slipped from his embrace, pulled on my robe and went out to the deck. The moon was still visible, full and bright, and it illuminated the mountain view. I sat down on the lounger to take in the beautiful sight.

“Baby, it’s 4 a.m., what are you doing up?”

I startled at the sound of his voice. “I didn’t want to wake you, go back to sleep.”

“You come back to sleep.” He held out his hand but I shrugged.

“In a few, not sleepy yet.”

He grunted and came closer to the lounger. “Get up.” I scrambled up. He sat down, pulled me onto his lap, and pressed my head against his shoulder. “What is it, baby? If you say ‘nothing’ I’ll spank you.” He drew his hand back in position.

I sighed. There was no use ducking it. “I shouldn’t have let Steve put my pictures up outside Central. I shouldn’t have let the manager know who I was.”

“He just knows your initials. There are lots of “LB’s” in the world.”

“Yes, but they’re my real initials. And he knows what I look like.”

“So? What are you hiding from, Laurie? Everything from before is all over, isn’t it?”

“I thought it was. People hold grudges, I guess.”

He tipped my chin up to meet his gaze. “Tell me.”

“I told Steve already, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Yeah? And what did Miller do about it? Did you tell John?”

“He told me to stop looking at that email address, to cancel it. I haven’t told John, or the others, no.”

“What email?”

“An old address, from before. I kept it in case someone I want to contact wants to reach me. I don’t go there directly, I have everything forwarded to a second address, and then I only access that site through a proxy server and some other things Nash showed me. I don’t think my footsteps are traceable.”

“But what email?”

“A long time ago I got one. It said “We know where you are.” That was it. Scary, but it was just out of the blue, so after a while I forgot about it. Then a few months ago I got another one.”

“Hmm, okay, that’s it? Just some assholes trying to scare you, delete the fucking account, like Miller said.”

“Then I got one last week that said ‘We know where you are, LB.’ And it wasn’t to my original address, but to the one it was forwarded to.”

“Fuck. And Miller knows this? Why didn’t he ask for help?”

“I told him I’d delete both accounts.”

“Hmm. Who do you think it is?”

“Those guys who thought I screwed them, who think I faked Lee and everything? Remember, in LA that time?”

“Ah, those fuckers,” he scoffed. “They’re just suits, baby. I wouldn’t worry about them.”

“Angry suits, Bud. With money.”

“But whatever it was, it was years ago, what can it fucking matter any more?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know! It’s probably just a childish prank, you’re right.” It did seem ridiculous, now that I’d said it aloud. With a sigh, I nestled back onto his shoulder. He tipped my chin up and kissed me.

“Better?” I nodded. “Sleepy?” I nodded again. “You look beautiful in the moonlight, baby.”

“You too, Bud.” I touched his face and slid my hand down to his neck, pushing his robe aside to touch his chest. He mimicked my actions and opened my robe. His hands covered my breasts, cupped them, and tweaked my nipples into peaks. I pushed his hands aside and put my chest to his, skin to skin. “Mmm, nice.”

“Yeah.” My robe was off my shoulders now, and he leaned me back to kiss down to my breasts, his mouth moving between them to shower affection on each one.

“Here? There are rooms on either side!”

“It’s four thirty in the fucking morning.” He looked up briefly. “And the wall’s plenty high. Just whisper, baby, if you can.”

“I can. It’ll be a lot, though, you feel so good.” His cock had risen up between us and I had begun rubbing against him.

“Whatever you want, Laurie, long as I’m in you soon.” Happily, that’s what I wanted too, and with fervent whispers and soft grunts, I rode him until we lay panting, sated and sweaty, the last rays of moonlight giving way to the first glimmers of daylight. As he stroked my hair, I heard him chuckle. I looked up to question him.

“I wonder if I’ll be seeing a painting with a full moon in it?”

“You might. It was picture worthy.” I said with a sigh.

“Gotta long ride back, baby. Hit the road?”

“Sorry I disrupted your sleep, too.”

“I’m not. C’mon.”

We arrived at my house at 7:30.

“Still half and hour, Bud. Stay in the car?”

“Nuh-huh, we’re going inside to talk to your guys.”

“Oh no, Steve’ll have a cow if you bring it up. I’ll deal with it.”

“You’ll deal with it? Laurie if you don’t want me to do anything about it, why the fuck do you tell me these things?”

“Well if you’re going to act this way, maybe I shouldn’t!”

“Yeah, maybe you fucking shouldn’t.” He stormed out of his seat and slammed the door. I followed, more quietly.

“Do you really want that, Bud? And what’s the big deal, you said it was nothing.“

“Your waking up at 4 am because of it isn’t nothing. What do you expect me to do, baby? Even if it is a prank you want me to just sit by like Miller? I just want to find them and punch their fucking lights out.”

“But I don’t want that!”

“Then why tell me? You know that’s what I’ll think.”

“I thought maybe you’d do what you did. Tell me it would be okay. Comfort me.” I thought for a second. Was that why I told him? “Okay, a part of me wants you to do that, but a bigger part wants just to be heard. I don’t expect you to do anything any time I tell you something.”

“Women.” He rolled his eyes leaned against the car, his arms crossed.

“I don’t like it when you yell at me.” I pouted.

“Don’t like to have to.” I felt my shoulders slump. Why couldn’t he understand? “C’mere.” I walked hesitantly over to him and he embraced me. “I’m not yelling now. What do you want me to do?”

“Hold me?”

“Not now. About this?”

“Nothing for now. Honest.” His brows knit; I could tell he was still cross.

“Do me a favor, baby. At least tell John. He’ll keep a cooler head than me, but not be an idiot like Miller, either.”

“Bud . . .”

“For me?”

“Okay. I will, Dad.”

“I’m not your Dad.” The kiss that followed was definitely not a fatherly kind.

“Everything okay? I heard voices out here.” Our kiss broke and Steve was in the doorway, hands on his hips.

“Umm, yeah.” I flashed Bud a warning look and hoped he wouldn’t say anything.

“Just sayin’ goodbye.” He looked down at me and smiled. “Have a good time, baby?”

“Yes, Bud, very. Thank you.” 

“It’s after eight, you two. C’mon on in, babe, I’ll make you a cap.”

“That’s right Miller, make her coffee.” He said aloud. “All you’re good for.”

“I beg your pardon?” Steve turned and walked toward Bud. Panicked, I put a hand on Bud’s chest. The last thing I needed was for them to get into it.

“I said, ‘That’ll be good for her.’ She didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Spare me.” Steve rolled his eyes and started his return to the kitchen.

“Screw you, Miller. I’m saying she didn’t sleep well, now take care of her.” He turned to me and kissed me on the forehead. His look said ‘don’t forget.’ “Bye Laurie, see you Saturday,” he chuckled. “See how things go then.” 
 
Steve put his arm around me, a little possessively, but I didn’t really blame him, the way Bud was acting. “Take care of you? What was that about?”

“We went up to Carpenteria.”

“Yeah, Barry emailed me that he saw you. I was surprised.”

“It was Bud’s idea. So how well do you know Barry, Steve?”

“Just from this, babe. Why? And why couldn’t you sleep, besides the obvious.”

“Just nervous.”

“Still?” He heaved a heavy sigh. “You told him?” I nodded. “That explains it. Surprised he didn’t make you tell John,” he chuckled.

“Well . . . he made me promise I would.”

“You gonna listen to him as well as you listen to me?”

“He spanks!”

“I will too, babe, if I have to.” He tried to look stern, but I just giggled. He growled and put me over his shoulder and brought me to the kitchen for a cappuccino, sans spanking.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. There’s a proverb that says worry gives a small thing a big shadow. Could that be all it is? It’s got to be. No one knows where I am!

Maybe I will tell John tomorrow. Just in case.

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April 2008 Diary Entry - Zack

by Coffee
April 30, 2008 - Aches and Pains.

I was looking for Carey because she was conspicuously absent; of course, she was in the last place I looked, Flamingo Cove. I heard the clicking of her nails on the keyboard so I knew she was writing and stood at the door listening. The clicking stopped and I waited and tapped on the door. 

“Hey Sugar can I come in.”

I poked my head through the door, she was sitting at her work table with her head down, and her shoulders dropped.

“Sure handsome. I need to talk to you Zackary.”

The tone of her voice made my hair stand on end and her calling me Zackary meant it was serious. Something is wrong I can always feel it with her. She has had something on her mind ever since her token visit with Sid. Not just that, but she has been different and I haven’t been able to put my finger on why or what could have happened.

“Carey what’s wrong? You can tell me anything I love you no matter what.”

She got up from her chair and walked over then hugged me.

“I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t so I wrote it. I had to write this before I could finish anything else. You read it and I’ll be on the balcony with JD and a smoke.”

She kissed my cheek and slipped out the door. I stood and stared at the monitor then slowly moved and sat in the chair then began to read Carey’s Diary entry for March 31, 2008 - Roll in the Hay with Sid for Two Hours!

I stared at the screen after reading her journal. Sid…fucking Sid. Yeah it was only in her head but now I know what the change in her has been and why. Fucking Sid. The one thing I wanted to do for her Sid accomplishes. She did use the things I taught her to defend herself she just didn’t give him a knee to groin damn that would have been sweet. She virtually kicked the shit out of that bastard and took all that rage she kept bottle up out of him. I should be happy, I should be proud of her for facing down that last piece of her past that haunts her, but I’m not. Fucking Sid!

I ran my hands through my hair then lean back in the chair running my hands through my hair again. She is waiting for my reaction and ME! I’m angry…it wasn’t me and it was fucking Sid! I stand up and walk to our room and I hear music coming from the balcony and see her lying on the lounger. She is so beautiful sipping her JD and smoking a ciggie. She is fucking gorgeous and not just on the outside.

When I first saw her, I only saw a hint of the woman she was and I wanted to see more. I’ve watched that incredible woman fight her way back to the surface. I’ve watched her trip and stutter her way through getting past her fears so she could know and love my brothers. I’ve watched my brothers see what I saw and fall in love with her as hard as I did.

I walked over to the lounger, pulled her up then into my arms, and kissed her. She looked at me with surprise in those big brown eyes.

“I’m sorry Carey I can’t lie to you I don’t like that it was Sid who helped you. I wanted to be the one to help you kick that bastard’s ass. All right you did use a lot of things I taught you and I liked that.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I love you Zackary Grant because you helped me out of the black hole I got myself into. You loved me even when I did not love myself and brought me to Central.”

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me and I kissed the top of her head.

“I love you too Sugar. I just can’t help it. I’m just really disappointed. Would it be alright if I pouted a little?”

I heard her gulp and I knew she was swallowing a giggle and I smiled.

“Well I guess you do have a bit of a right to pout. Especially since it was Sid that found a way for me to kick that nasty bastard to the floor. Do you think it might help if I gave you a little extra special attention?”

I hugged her tighter and nodded my head because I was holding in a giggle myself. I slid my hands under her shirt and sighed. The feel of her skin always makes me forget everything and think only of Carey. I feel her hands against my skin pulling my shirt up then her lips kissing my chest then my nipples. She pulled me toward the bed and we kissed, touched and dropped a trail of clothes to the bed. She made love to me, I forgot about my disappointment, and irritation and let Carey love me even though I’m not feeling loveable.

Carey fell asleep in my arms and I watched her sleep. She had a sweet little smile on her face so different then when we were first together. Her past haunted her dreams most nights now those nightmares have been replaced with dreams of me and my brothers. She made me happier then I ever thought I could be when she came to Central. All I wanted to do was make her as happy as she made me. Now I have this ache in my gut that someone else took away the pain I could not.

I gently stroked her hair and she sighed and cuddled closer to me. This ache will go away with time but I can’t let her know it is there. It’s my problem and I won’t hurt her by letting her know that my pride was hurt by…Fucking Sid!

I guess I better go to the stables and abuse a bail of hay or several bails of hay. No, I think I need to visit Jimmy’s gym and pound a bag. I could use a good work out or a few rounds in the ring. Yeah that’s the ticket! Working at the Agency I’ve gotten out of shape so I can kill two birds with one stone. Work out my frustration with some sparing and get back into shape.

Watching Carey sleep is one of my favorite things to do. Hmmm that ache I was feeling is turning into another kind of ache. I gently stroke her back down to her sweet ass then back up again. She squirms in my arms and smiles then her eyes flutter open as I roll on top of her kissing her sweet lips. Carey is the cure for all my pains.

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Never a Dull Moment

by Ree

Never A Dull Moment (04/28/2008)
©04/2008 by: Ree
I spent a relatively quiet day at home; everyone had scattered early to jobs and whatever. In the late afternoon, I took a long swim, leaving enough time to prepare dinner, take a shower, and start the grill before the boys started wandering in. Funny how they all manage to converge at the same time. Except today. I heard the screen door slam, and looked up to see a breathless Jeff plop down in a kitchen chair.

“Jeff! Look at you! Running at this time of day? You’ll make yourself sick!” I soaked and wrung out a dishtowel for him. He wiped his face and neck with it.

“I couldn’t; I had an early call today. Could sure use a coldie, luv. D’ya mind?”

I headed to the fridge. “I thought plumbers answered calls at their leisure!” Not finding any beer in the door, I had to bend over to reach the last VB in the back corner. I was brought to attention by a loud and painful ‘thwap’ to my bum. “Ow! Jeff!”

“What did you say about plumbers?”

I rubbed where I was hit. “Nothing bad enough to be hit with a wet towel! Ow!” I handed him the beer anyway.

“C’mon. Sit down,” he patted his lap and I happily took my place there.

“What was the emergency this morning, then?”

“Mrs. Rodriguez had a pipe burst. Must have been a root breaking through. Bloody mess. Her husband’s away in the service, so she was on her own with it.”

“Oh, that’s sweet, Jeff. You like your customers then?”

“Mostly. Some of them are something else, though,” he said, shaking his head and chuckling. “I told you about that Betty Pierce didn’t I?”

“The divorcee?” We both laughed. Not that there was anything funny about a divorced woman, but this particular one was right out of the Mrs. Robinson school of middle-age women.

“That’s the one. She called too. Her kitchen faucet was leaking. Mind you, I don’t think she ever personally uses the fucker, but it was one of those one-pieces that was just as easy to replace as to repair, so I did that. Damned if she didn’t reach over and tug up my pants, saying I was showing a little too much. Fuck, this is one plumber who does not wear his pants too low.”

“She tugged them up? Did she give you a wedgie?”

“Near as much! Copped a good feel too.”

“What did you do?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well I made light of it, told her it’d charge her extra.” He laughed. “She said, ‘worth every penny!’”

“Want me to come along next time?”

“Oh no, luv, if she even thinks I’m involved with a sheila, there’d be no stopping her. I’ve dropped hints that I’m gay, but she’s not picking up on them.”

“Bring Greg next time then!”

“I think I better, although she might make a play for him, too!” He laughed and squeezed my shoulder. “So, tell me what you’ve been up to today. Had a swim?”

“Yes, and just got dinner ready to grill.”

“That all?” He took a long draft of his beer, regarding me with a twinkle in his eye as he did so.

“No, that is not all. I got some paintings ready for Steve to take. Did you hear there’s a café in Carpenteria that’s going to put them up? It’s kind of creeping me out.”

“Why? It’s great, isn’t it?”

“In a way. I guess they’re only personal to me,” I said with a laugh. “Although I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s you guys who are buying them.”

“Could be. Someone’s got to or you wouldn’t be able to walk in your studio. Trouble is, you just get too much inspiration.”

“Oh! I should thwack you with a towel! Here, give me some beer.” I grabbed the bottle and took a sip.

“Oi! Get your own!”

“It was the last one, do you want me to leave to go downstairs?” I wiggled a little onto his lap; he put a free hand on my thigh to steady me.

“No, we can share. Here.” He offered the bottle again. “So, get any new inspiration today?”

“Jeff, you’re so bad! I don’t kiss and tell.”

“C’mon luv, not even to your very best gay friend? You can tell me anything.”

“They’re your brothers. I should dish to my very best gay friend Greg.”

“Greg’s too bashful to dish that with you. C’mon tell me; I’ll tell him. He likes a good story.” He’d put down the beer and had slipped an arm around to my waist, his hand stroking my side.

“He’d like that, would he? Okay, for Greg, I’ll tell you. Johnny came home for lunch.”

“Lunch with a randy Sheriff,” he said with a laugh. “Five minutes to eat, fifty-five minutes of fun and games?”

“Something like that.” I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to hide my blush.

He put his other hand on my thighs, parting them a little and rubbing up and down. “No rug burn here,” he said with a chuckle, “too bad for you.”

“Of course there’s no burn, his beard is really soft, not like the day-old some of you guys have.”

“Well, well, good for John! Does your pussy like the feel of a beard? Enquiring minds want to know.”

“Jeff! You’re so bad! It’s different. Nice. Masculine.”

“Masculine?” He laughed. “Reckon a beard is masculine. Maybe I’ll grow one, Greg likes masculine.”

“No, don’t! It wouldn’t suit you! You’re masculine just the way you are.” I took his hand from his waist and kissed it. “Want another VB? I can go downstairs.” I stood up and rubbed my ass where it still stung.

“Hey, that still hurt?”

“Yes it does! I’m delicate.” I stuck out my tongue and started to walk away, but he pulled my hips back to him.

“You’re not that delicate if I recall, luv.” He pushed up the bottom of my suit to expose a sore cheek. “There is a welt. Fuck, Ree, I’m sorry!” He kept me in place and leaned over to press his lips against my sort spot. “That better?” He slipped his hands under my suit, softly rubbing my cheeks. I exhaled a long breath, enjoying his firm yet gentle touch.

“That’s better,” I sighed.

He stood, his large hands still holding my cheeks. “And this?” He stepped in close behind me.

“Aren’t you tired from your run?”

“Nah, gets my blood goin’, y’know?” He kissed up my back to my shoulders.

“Is this any way for my very best gay friend to act?” My back was arching to his kisses and I was tingling all over. He pulled one hand free to squeeze a breast through my suit.

“If your very best gay friend happens to like the feel of his very best straight friend’s ass. What time’s dinner?”

“Six. You want my ass for dinner?”

“Maybe an appetizer.” He was kissing my neck now, the tender point at the base that turns me into a puddle.

“Six-thirty.”

“Just want you, luv.”

“Seven?”

“Make it seven. Leave a note.” He grabbed a napkin and I somehow reached a pen and scribbled, “Start grill at 6:45. Ish.” I added the last hastily, hoping they’d understand. I turned around to kiss him; he pressed me close, his cock had sprung up inside his shorts. “Let’s go,” he murmured his voice as breathless as I felt. We almost ran to the pool house. He toed off his sneakers and I put my flip-flops on top and locked the door behind us. We kissed our way to the bed.

I pulled at his shirt; it was sticking to his sweaty torso. He started to slip my straps down, but I snagged his shorts first, yanking them to his ankles in one swoop and sliding up his body. “Gotcha first.” He laughed and continued pulling down my suit until it was hanging from his fingers.

“Gotcha second.” He pushed me over on the bed, kissing up my thighs.

“Jeff, shouldn’t we take a shower first? The chlorine!”

“Two tics, does this scratch?” He rubbed his cheeks against my thighs. He’d grown a shadow, but it didn’t scrape, it was just driving me crazy.

“No, oh God, no.” I pulled myself up and began kissing what I could reach. We became entwined, our hands and lips exploring every inch of exposed skin. He flipped me over and kissed my sore bum again, slipping his hand between my legs to stroke me.

“Okay, now.” He withdrew his hand and pulled my elbow to get up off the bed.

“No, not yet!” I pushed his hand back down and he laughed. He covered my body with his. His cock was so hot against my backside and his fingers were probing and teasing me.

“Don’t care about the shower, yet, luv?” His breath over my ear was driving me crazy.

“Not yet. Oh, don’t move!”

I heard myself squeal in rhythmic “oohs’ each one punctuated with a “yeah” from him as he brought me to the brink. “ Almost there,” I moaned, hoping he’d get the hint. He grabbed my hips and I felt some material being pulled under my belly. It wasn’t his hands then, but the material, my suit, being pulled tight as sort of a sling. I struggled to get my own balance.

“Let me support you, Ree. We’re on the bed, you’re not gonna fall far.” It went against instinct but I let him support my weight with the suit-sling, one hand down only for balance. He completely controlled the pace, pulling me up higher, and himself deeper by yanking up on the suit. As good as his fingers had felt, when he started taking long deep strokes inside me, I totally lost it. He replied with a grunt and a quicker pace, his breath getting heaving with each push. I smiled knowing he was close, hoping to feel that rush of warmth as he spurted into me. But he surprised me, lowering me to the bed and tipping me on my back and plunging back into me, face to face, our sweaty chests sliding against each other, our lips entwined. When he came at last, I drank in his sigh, letting his warmth fill me above and below.

“Double workout,” I laughed as we recovered in each other’s arms.

“Good and good for ya!” He stroked my hair and pulled me tighter on his shoulder.

“Shower now?”

“In a few, let’s cuddle a bit.”

“‘Kay.” I sighed. “Where did you learn the trick with the suit?”

“Just improvising,” he chuckled. “Gotta use the tools at hand.”

“Oh please do!” We dissolved into laughter, then into more kisses. I don’t remember getting a breath in edgewise until we were wrapped in towels fresh from our shower.

“Look at the time, the guys will be home, and all I’ve got to wear is a stretched out suit! They’ll tease us terribly!”

“You haven’t anything here?”

“Oh, wait, maybe the closet.” There was a sundress for me, and a pair of Jimmy’s slacks and an oxford for Jeff. He was skeptical, but I thought he looked great.

“Gotta use what’s at hand, Jeff.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m heading straight upstairs for my jeans.”

“And me for my undies!”

“Why?” I tossed the suit at him, but he dodged it. When he reached the door, he stopped and sniffed. “Smells like they’ve started the grill. I thought we were having chicken, not fish.”

It did smell like fish. “It was chicken. Weird.”

“That is weird. Unless . . . “

“Unless what, someone went fishing?”

“Your note. You said “ish.”“

“Yeah, I told them to start the grill at 6:45 – ish. Oh!”

“They’re good at following directions, not so good at your handwriting!”

“I was in a hurry.” I circled his waist and rested my head on his shoulder.

“Glad I caught you alone, Ree.”

“Oh, me too,” I sighed loudly.

“I didn’t mean just for the sex, although, fuck that was great.”

“Me neither. Come home early more often then.”

“You got it. Y’know with all them out there, we’re gonna hear it. Ready for it?”

“We can stay here, scrounge for leftovers later.” He pulled me tighter and rocked me. It was a good thought, but then we heard a knock on the door.

“Dinner’s ready Jeff, tell Ree to pull her clothes on.”

I opened the door wide. “I’m dressed!” I proclaimed as I walked to one of the set tables. I took my seat and crossed my legs dramatically. A few eyebrows shot up, then the laughter erupted.

“Almost dressed you mean, babe.”

“Shit!” I ran upstairs with their laughter ringing in my ears.

Never a dull moment living with seven men.

Good thing, ‘cause dull’s no fun.

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No Taking it Back

by Ree

No Taking it Back (03/31/2008)
©04/2008 by: Ree

“Morning, love.” Max’s greeting began warmly enough, but then he broke out into laughter. “What’s this? White? For me?” It wasn’t the greeting I was expecting for a surprise roll-in-the-hay visit.

“Don’t be naughty, Max. Proper tennis clothes are white and you know it.” I twirled around so he could see the entire effect of my short white tennis skirt.

“I didn’t know we had a date for tennis, Laurie.” He cocked his head and pursed his lips in amusement. I hoped it was because he appreciated the outfit. “Very well, I need to get my gear.” He offered his hand and I took it. When my front door shut behind us, he pulled me close for a kiss. “You are full of surprises, love.”

“It’s my last token visit; I thought we should have fun. It’s beautiful day, not too hot, not too cool. Great to be outside, don’t you think?” He shrugged and chuckled. “Now, you weren’t thinking of wasting it by staying inside all day, were you?”

“Actually…”

“Max! C’mon, let’s get some exercise, it’ll be fun!”

“One set.”

“Yes, one set,” I said, holding up three fingers in promise. His car was in Alex’s driveway; we drove from there to the tennis court, stopping first at his house for him to change into shorts and get his racket. He parked his car in the corner of the lot, under a tree for shade.

“Let’s go warm up.”

“Of course,” he replied softly. “Get in my lap.” He moved his seat back and patted his lap, inviting me to crawl over. As we kissed, our bare legs rubbed against each other. His powerful thighs beneath me made me feel warmed up in a hurry.

I braced myself against his shoulders and with some difficulty pulled myself away from his lips. “Okay, let’s play.” I scrambled off his lap before we went past the point of no return. From his groan, it seemed he’d already reached that point.

“You go on ahead and find us a court, love. I’ll be a minute.” A quick glance downward confirmed why.

“Oh, poor baby, need help?”

“Bloody hell, you’ve helped enough.”

“Does your seat go back farther?” I climbed back over and bent over him, my breasts practically in his face.

“Not helping.” He managed to slide the seat back even more. I put my arms around his neck for more kisses. His fingers crawled up under my panties, but I slipped down out of his reach.

“Little cramped but I think I can manage.” I turned around and shifted the steering wheel up and more out of the way, while he scanned the parking lot. It was deserted and we were far away from the courts. He put his hand on my head and softly stroked my hair as I slipped his shorts down.

“Oh-ho, you naughty girl.”

“Naughty you, tempting me,” I raked my nails up and down his thighs. I could feel them tense up in anticipation of my next move, which was to kiss up his long, solid shaft. We both groaned loudly when I slowly drew him into my mouth; he sank into the seat and his legs spread wider. His surrender made me want him more, and I focused everything on him, my hands, my tongue, my lips.

He stopped stroking my hair and cupped my shoulder with his hand, squeezing hard. “Bloody hell, Laurie, Jesus, love.” I felt him tense again right before his cock started pumping down my throat. His last spent, he leaned over and pushed his arms under my shoulders, pulling me up to him for a long, tender kiss. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he sighed.

“Not in a bad way, I hope.”

“Never.” His eyes darted to the side window. “Damn. Company’s coming, hurry.”

I scurried back over to my seat as he righted his clothes and his seat position. “There! No one the wiser,” he chuckled and reached across to swipe a hair off my face. “You still want to play tennis?”

“Oh, yes I’ve all sorts of energy to burn off now!” Giggling, I escaped from the car, calling in to him to pop the trunk. He was a little slower getting out.

“My legs are rubber,” he groaned.

“Aww, you’ll work it out,” I said without an ounce of real sympathy. “C’mon Max, let’s rumble.”

“Rumble? Ha.” He walked slowly to the court, whereas I fairly skipped around him. “I’m beginning to smell a rat.”

“What?” I asked in an innocent tone. “Let’s warm up for real, you’ll be fine.”

“Hmm.” He eyed me warily as he bounced a tennis ball. I bobbled back and forth in an exaggerated motion. “No, love,” he said with a chuckle. “We’ve warmed up enough. Let’s get this set over so I can show you exactly what I thought of that little stunt.”

“But I thought you…” I couldn’t finish because I needed to dodge the tennis ball heading toward my noggin. “ Hey! And that was out!”

“Second serve.”

The second serve landed fairly and we were off. Neither of us plays often, but neither of us likes to lose, which meant that the level of our ability didn’t match the level of our intensity. Whiffs, near misses, and tumbles were the order of the morning. I managed to eke out a few more misses from him than he did from me, which left me ahead, five games to four, with a chance for me to serve out the set. It could have been so easy for him to miss four shots in a row so we could leave, but he wouldn’t surrender. We went to deuce once, twice, thrice, four times. A net ball that popped out of bounds gave me the ad. One more point and the set was mine. I played it safe and softly served the ball in, he walloped it back to me; I defensively lobbed it back, which he ran back to get. He managed to get it back in play, but his momentum sent him hurling to the ground. With him out of commission, the court was mine, and I put the final winning shot away.

“I won! I can’t believe it!” I jumped up into the air. He rolled over onto his back. “Max, you okay?” I trotted around to see if he was hurt, but when I got close, he grabbed my ankle. I fell next to him and he rolled over and took me in his arms. “I won!”

“You cheated, sapping my strength!”

“I saw an opportunity and I took it. All’s fair in love and war.”

He grinned and took me tighter in his embrace, running a finger down my face. “We at war, Laurie?”

He looked into my eyes intently and I felt shivers. “I’m not at war with you.”

“Good.” He bent over to kiss me. I took his face in my hands to keep the kiss going longer. I wanted so much for him to slip on top of me, but we weren’t hidden inside a car under a tree anymore. The kiss came to a natural end, and he lifted up, looking around.” I think this visit’s turned into a roll in the clay,” he said with a laugh. “Your whites aren’t white anymore, love.”

“No, and your face is smudged too,” I tried to wipe a clay mustache on him, but he grabbed my hand first.

“I think we need to wash up.” He stood and helped me up. “Good game, Laurie.” He bowed graciously.

“Thank you. Am I still a cheat?”

“You are…” he slid his finger down my face, “…extraordinarily beautiful… for a cheat with a mustache.” He was off running as soon as his finger left my upper lip.

“Hey!” I ran after, and we arrived at his car laughing and out of breath. I was about to get in but stopped. “We’ll mess up your car like this!”

“Bollocks! Hmm.” He scrambled for his keys, popped the trunk, and pulled out a blanket. “Voila! Coverage!”

“Were you a boy scout? Always prepared?”

“Love, I’ve never been a boy scout. But I’m always prepared for certain activities,” he added with a wink. “This will cover the seat, I think, but you’ll have to sit as close as you can to me.” I raised an eyebrow, questioning his comment. “I just want you in arm’s reach.”

He drove home quickly, his hand on my leg when it wasn’t on the gearshift. We arrived back at Alex’s and unloaded my small overnight bag. “You start the bath, love; I’ll get us something to drink.”

A bath. I hadn’t thought of that! As the water ran, I searched for candles. Of course there were some, we weren’t the first to use this tub. When I’d gotten them lit, I shut off the light. The room practically glowed. I stripped and got in the tub, now nicely full of bubbles.

“Here we are, I had to find the right bottle. Oh love, you got in without me.”

“Just in. Hurry.” He handed me a glass and I sat back to watch him undress. A cocky grin crossed his face as he saw me watch him.

He sighed in satisfaction as he sunk under the bubbles. “Cheers,” we clinked glasses and took a long sip, then put the wine aside, both of us having more pressing needs to attend to. “You look more radiant in this light, Laurie, if that were possible,” he said softly as he ran his hand down my soapy arm.

“You too, Max.” I ran my hands up and down his chest and over his shoulders. “Can I wash your hair?”

“All right,” he chuckled, “if I can wash these while you do.” He soaped my breasts up with the bubbles, tweaking my nipples as he did so. That seemed a good trade to me. I found the removable showerhead and gave his hair a quick rinse before rubbing shampoo between my fingers. His hands didn’t stay still; it was hard to concentrate, but I managed to reach his scalp. We both murmured “your hands feel good,” to each other, and then laughed.

“Don’t stop,” we said again, together, laughing in delight afterwards.

“Oh Max, I love you,” I slid my hands to from his hair to his cheeks and we kissed, long, and slow, our tongues wrapped around each other longingly, until he pulled away, suddenly.

“Bollocks, soap! Soap in my eyes! Quick!” I reached for the showerhead and quickly rinsed his face, then reached for a towel to wipe it.

“Better? Here let me rinse your hair,” He bent his head down for me to rinse the shampoo out, his face buried in my breasts. It took every ounce of concentration to get the soap all the way out; his lips on me were driving me mad. I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and dropped the hose to fall back on my hands to enjoy his attentions. He didn’t let me rest there, but pulled me back up for more kisses, this time lifting me up by my bum and slipping me down over his more than ready cock. “Oh Max,” I sighed again; he felt glorious. Those were the last coherent words either of us spoke for a while. He kissed down my neck slowly, his lips warm, wet and tender in contrast to the strong fingers gripping my hips and his hard length driving in and out of me. Water splashed over the tub edges, extinguishing some of the candles, but we didn’t care, so intent were we to drive each other to a state of bliss.

We rocked slowly against each other as our hearts calmed, me nestled against his chest, him with his hands in my hair. I began to realize that he hadn’t answered what I’d told him earlier. Did it sound nonchalant, like one of those things you say when you’re making out? Maybe he didn’t hear with the soap in his eyes. I wondered if I should say it again. But it just bubbled out of me the first time, a moment of delight, of my heart feeling suddenly full and light at the same time. Maybe it was just the moment. I sighed, getting angry with myself for reasoning my way into a corner, again.

“Penny for your thoughts, love,” he said softly.

“Just feeling all after-glowy. May I have more wine?” He found my glass and we had another sip.

“Let me do you, now, Laurie.”

“I thought you just did!”

“Your hair, I’d like to wash it,” he chuckled softly. “Turn around.” I slipped off and turned around to settle between his legs. He turned the spray on my hair and wetted it thoroughly, and then I heard the sound of soapy hands being rubbed together. His strong fingers rubbing my scalp felt good, and I felt my shoulders relax. “Lot of hair, love,” he said.

“Too much?”

“No, perfect.” His touch was so gentle; he’d washed a woman’s hair before, I’d wager. As he rinsed, I leaned back and looked at him; his eyes cast downward in concentration, his lashes looked long and thick against his cheeks. I reached back to touch his cheek and he looked up and smiled at me. My heart thumped stronger at his expression, and I almost said it again, but held back. I immediately berated myself. Why not say it? We all love each other here, why not just say it? I didn’t know how that played across my face, but he cocked his head questioningly. “What is it, Laurie love? Water too hot?”

“No, that feels good. Just… hard to look upside down sometimes,” I chuckled, trying to cover up my real mood.

“Then stop looking upside down, daft girl.” He lifted my neck up. “There, done. All clean. Let’s get out, I’ve lunch ready downstairs.” We rinsed and wrapped up with terry robes. I asked if we should dress for the table. “I think you’re overdressed already,” he said with a naughty waggle of his eyebrows. Dressed down as we were, we ate in the kitchen: wine, cold beef and salad, and some wonderfully fresh fruit. We shared smiles, but not much conversation.

“You’re quiet, Laurie,” he said, finally, stating the obvious. “Something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong.” I patted his hand to reassure him. “Max, we have fun together, don’t we?”

An odd expression crossed his face, I couldn’t interpret it. “Fun? Yes, love, we have ‘fun’.”

“You don’t have to say it like there’s quotes around the word. I’m just saying I enjoy your company a lot.”

He chuckled wryly and poured us both more wine. “And I do yours; I went through a lot of trouble for that token, after all.”

“Greg drove a hard bargain? “ I sighed and rested my head on my hand, ready for a humorous tale of his negotiating prowess. I’m not sure if he told me or not, because the next thing I knew I had bobbed my head awake. “Sorry, Max, don’t know if it was the exercise, the bath or the wine.”

“All three, no doubt. Take a nap, love; I want you to be rested for tonight.”

“Plans?”

“Yes, cozy little restaurant up the coast. You brought a dress?”

We went upstairs and settled on the bed; I put my head on his shoulder, and tucked my fingers under his robe to touch his chest. With a sigh, I felt my eyes grow heavy. When I woke up, he was no longer under me. I was suddenly panicked at his absence. “Max! Max! Where are you?” I heard quick footsteps then he was there, leaning over me.

“Bad dream, Laurie?”

“No, bad waking up, you weren’t here!” I clung to him tightly. “How long was I sleeping? I’ve ruined our visit haven’t I? You didn’t plan on the tennis, or me falling asleep… or me saying something stupid.”

“Hush, hush, what’s this about, love?” He took his place back in the bed. “Nothing’s ruined. And I don’t remember hearing anything stupid.”

I paused, it seemed crazy; it would never come out right. “Okay, maybe I dreamed that part. I feel better now that I can feel you.”

“Miss me then?”

“Like crazy,” I held him tight, not wanting him to move away.

“You don’t have to say that, love,” he chuckled.

“You don’t want me to say things like that?” I pulled away and searched his face for meaning.

“No, just don’t feel like you have to. We have ‘fun’ together, don’t we?”

“Why are you throwing that in my face?!”

He made an exasperated noise and escaped my embrace to get out of bed. “I’m not. Look, we have a bit of a drive to make our reservation. Best get ready.”

Stunned at his behavior, I simply rose and did what he requested. I finished drying my hair, and slipped on the sleeveless red sheath dress I’d brought. It hugged me a little, but I hoped he’d like that. I slipped bangles on my arm and some dangling earrings. When I walked out of the bathroom, he had gotten dressed up as well. He turned when he heard me, and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Beautiful,” he said with a smile. “You truly are a vision.”

“You too.” His shirt had an open collar, and all I wanted to do was kiss up his neck and have things back to normal.

“Laurie,” he held out his hands for me to take. “Sit down, love.” We sat on the edge of the bed; he stroked my cheek, down my neck, grazing my cleavage. “Have you ever said something you wish you hadn’t?”

“Of course,” I bowed my head and could feel my face redden.

“Have you ever missed an opportunity to say something?”

“I do that a lot too.”

“So do I. And then the moment passes. Damned soap.”

“Oh Max,” I put my arms around his neck. “I thought you were blowing it off, you must have heard women say that hundreds of times.”

“Not hundreds, goodness no!” He laughed. “But enough. And usually it was because they wanted something: money, a better job.”

“And not because they loved being with you?”

“What woman wants to be with an asshole, really, unless he can give her what she wants?”

“But you’re not an asshole, here.” I kissed him before he could answer. “I tell you what. I’ll give you another chance to answer. But not now, when you don’t expect it.”

“I’ll be ready,” he pulled me back. “Damn, the reservation.”

“Let’s go, quicker we go, quicker we’ll get back.”

We started for the door. I felt giddy and happy that we’d resolved things. “Oh, wait. One thing before we go.”

“What now?” He laughed. “And what are you doing?” I had reached behind my back to release the fastenings on my strapless bra. I lifted it up and out of my dress and threw it aside. I then slipped my fingers up my skirt, and in a quick flip, my panties were down to my ankles. I stepped out and kicked them aside too.

“All ready!” I smiled at him, and walked backward toward the door, watching him look at me.

“How am I supposed to make it through a quiet romantic dinner knowing you’re dressed like that?”

“Maybe we won’t.” I coyly backed to the door; he followed. “We do like to have fun together.”

I hit the wall and he pinned me against it by kissing me. His hands slid up my skirt and to my thighs. They parted at his touch. My breathing started to quicken in anticipation. He cupped my mound in his hand, and whispered “Mine.”

“You make me crazy for you, Max.”

“And I’m crazy for you, Laurie.” He dropped his hand and reached into his pocket for his phone.

“Hello, Max Skinner here. I had a reservation for this evening and would like to change it for a later seating.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Skinner, we’re completely booked.” The phone was so close I could hear the other end.

“On a Monday?”

“We’ve only ten tables, sir.”

“Can’t you find an eleventh? For two?”

“Sir, I’m sorry, another night?”

“Listen, man, a delightful and beautiful woman told me she loved me today, and I’d like to show her how I feel about that, we simply can’t make our current reservation.”

He’d pressed his hips into me and I could tell how he was feeling. “Oh, Max,” I said, half sigh, half moan.

“Is that her, sir?”

“Yes, and if you think the voice is spectacular, wait until you see her.”

The fellow grew silent on the other end and Max took the opportunity to kiss me. “Ten o’clock. Last seating.”

“With a view of the ocean?”

Another pause. “We’ll see.”

“Good man. See you then.” He flipped down the phone and grinned.

“You’re good. No mention of money.”

“I hoped he was a romantic bastard. I think the ocean view may require more convincing.” He started to pick me up, then realizing he still had his phone in his hand, put me down to shove it back in his pocket. “Oh, well I’d planned to give you this at midnight, to mark the end of the season, but things don’t seem to be going to plan today.” He offered up a small bag with a ribbon.

“For me?”

“Don’t get too excited, it’s just… just a token, really.” I pulled the string and pulled out a thin silver bracelet with the token hanging from it. “I noticed you wear bangles a bit, so I thought of this.” He smiled and shrugged.

“It’s beautiful.” I slipped it over my wrist to join the others on my arm.

“I wouldn’t go that far…”

“I would. I love it.”

“Ah, my cue. And I love you.” This time he did pick me up, and started toward the bed.

“I said ‘it’ not you.”

“Oopsie. I take it back then.”

“Don’t you dare!”

He answered that with a kiss that said all we needed to say. A surprise token and the day didn’t turn out like either of us had planned. But somehow, it was all the better that way.

March 2008 Diary Entry - Coffee

by Coffee
March 31, 2008 - Roll in the Hay with Sid for Two Hours! 

After my negotiation with Sid, I figured he would be a bit peeved at me. I found something to wear that I thought he just might like and not be so peevish for the two hours…two hours with Sid…I won’t think about that now. He said he liked me in leather so I found a leather camisole and leather bikini panties. Maybe it wasn’t as revealing as Sid would like but I thought it might soothe his irritation with me being so stubborn. My only problem was how to get from my door to his door without all of Central seeing me! Oh and back home again if Sid decides to shred or keep my outfit as a prize. Trench coat!  So I stopped at a Thrift Shop and found a black trench coat, it even had the tags still on it!

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Just like last year, Zack wanted to walk me over and I said no. Then I ran into Colin in the hallway and I said no to him too. East kissed my cheek and said he would be there promptly at 10:00 and Doc said he would be waiting at home for us. I almost made a clean get away but Richie was downstairs by the front door, with those sweet puppy dog eyes. His eyes get me every time and they were telling me he was worried. I caressed his cheek then he took my hand kissed it. He said he’d be here too with Doc. What more could a girl want in her life than four sweet guys to worry about her?

Once I finally got out of the door I checked my watch and I had plenty of time to get to Sid’s in fact I was going to be early. My giggling stopped as I got closer and that old feeling of panic crept into my stomach. The feeling I got before one of the parties or one of Simon’s…crap, shit, Oh fuck! I stopped at the curb and shook my head getting that name out of my head but I thought it and it was there out of its file drawer. How do I get it out of my head, Sid is waiting, what do I do now, this is not what I wanted! This is not happening to me and I have got to get a grip.

My legs started moving again toward Sid’s then up the steps and finally stopping at Sid’s door. He wasn’t waiting there as I thought he would be, that was strange. I untied the belt on my trench coat and slid it off my shoulders letting it hang on my forearms just as I had planned then knocked on the door and waited for Sid to answer.

“SimonsaysSimonsays no he doesn’t!” The door opened as I was about to turn around and leave and Sid took my hand smiling at me.

“Yesss, my sweet Carida…Hmmm, in leather for Me!” His smile disappeared when he looked in my eyes. I tried to pull my hand away but he held it tighter.

“Sid I can’t…it’s…I couldn’t stop it…Dammit Sid! You let him out you ruined everything. You let that sadistic bastard out, you wanted to play with him and now he is out in my head.”

I started to turn away and he grabbed my arms turning me back toward him. He looked very angry and I had already irritated him with setting up his token date. My body started to tremble from my anger and fear of Sid’s rage.

“Carida, look at me,” he asked me in a soothing tone - he didn’t demand it, he asked me. I looked up into his eyes and they were not angry eyes, I couldn’t tell what I saw so I looked closer.

“Sid? What happen? Where are we?”

It was dark and I couldn’t see where we were. Sid’s arm was around my waist and I felt his fingers caressing my skin between my camisole and my panties making my skin tingle. This wasn’t a dream I could feel him and we were walking. Then I saw a shape forming in the distance, it was a house. I knew that house and I stopped. He looked down at me and grinned at me.

“Carida, you wanted to come and see me didn’t you? You picked this outfit out for me. It’s not revealing enough for me but you remembered I liked you in leather.”

I hung my head then lifted it to look at him and nodded.

“So we are going to see that sadistic bastard and he is going to pay for ruining my time with my Carida.”

When I looked away we were entering Simon’s house and he was sitting on the couch in his smoking jacket sipping his martini and sucking on a cigar. He got up and walked toward me but Sid blocked his way.

“We’re going to get this settle once and for all, my little Carida. This fuck is not going to ruin our games ever again. You told my brothers they couldn’t touch him and they have obeyed your request…I’ve observed your request as well. Since I can’t harm him for ruining MY time, you will!”

I looked up at Sid, chewing my lip and his eyes were intense. I stopped chewing my lip then turned and looked at Simon who leered at me licking his lips.

“Come here Pussy. You’re my Pussy and no one plays with you like…”

I didn’t let him finish his sentence as I stomped the heel of my shoe into his slippers that I had fetched for him so many times. My knee came up into his chin as he bent over to grab his foot. That mouth that spewed ugly things about me to make me do things I thought I deserved. He dropped to his knees and I stood over him and listened to him call me a “Bad Pussy” and to lie down and obey. I always did obey.

“No more, you bastard!”

I balled my hand into a fist and hit him with all the rage and anger that I kept filed neatly away. He fell on his side screaming then crawled away from me. He had made me do that so many times I grinned watching him then kicked him in the ass as he crawled into a corner. I stood over him listening to him plead with me to stop and that it would be different if I came back. I backed away from him and felt Sid behind me

“NO! You’re done creeping around my head making me scared when you will pop out with a memory of things you made me do. I’m going to play games with Sid willingly, without alcohol or drugs to make me obedient. I can say NO! I can say when and how long and I can say NO!”

I looked up at Sid, he raised an eyebrow at me, and I grinned back up at him.

“I can say yes too. I can say Thank you Sid even though t