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CHAPTER FORTY THREE I've never seen so many people before, at least not in person. So many of them are kids our age. Girls and boys. Lots of boys. Lots and lots of boys. Patty and her mother walk a few steps ahead of me while I look around. I've never been to a mall before, not that I can remember. So many stores, so many mannequins in the front windows wearing stylish clothes. The stuff in my closet doesn't look anything like what they're wearing. But they do look like what Patty's wearing. I've never seen her dress like this before. She's actually wearing black leather boots. With high heels! At least four inches! The top of her head practically touches my chin. And the way she walks in them, hips swinging, bottom ... moving. It's all so different. She's got on this light blue dress. It's wool knit, very soft, the hem flounces as she walks. It's only like fifteen or sixteen inches from her waist. And the neckline. It buttons right at the top but it opens up in a circle, showing ... well a lot more than she'd get away with at school. Way lots more. Like give Sister Carmela a heart attack more. She looks great! I'm just wearing jeans, my basketball shoes and a T-shirt. Plus a jacket, this place is kinda chilly. A lot of the kids are dressed like me, though it's more of the boys. The girls are dressed more like Patty. I didn't pack any of my nicer clothes, the whole thing happened very sudden like. Next time, it'll be different. Still, even my nice stuff seems to be out of style. Patty and her mother stop walking and I almost run into them. They've stopped in front of a store called "Soffia's". Looking through the lightly shaded windows, it seems to have a lot of teen age girls as customers. "We can start here" said Patty. "It's a good place to get ideas about prices and styles. I'd never actually buy anything here, way too pricey, but it's a good reference point. Mom can meet us back here in ... say twenty minutes?" "NO! I want her to come with us ... if that's okay, Mrs. Conner?" "Are you sure, Gretchen? Patty hasn't let me help her buy clothes ... lately." "It's not like I don't want your help, you're just always so busy and when I've got time you aren't ..." "What about Wednesday three weeks ago. I had my purse in my hand, ready to go and you said not to bother, you'd handle it." "The half-price color at Goodwill was red that week and there were a couple of dresses I had my eyes on for two weeks. It was a quick trip, no bigee." "As you can see, Gretchen, my daughter is ashamed to be seen with me. I'd be happy to help you." "MOTHER!" Mrs. Conner wraps her right arm around my left and leads me into the store with Patty following, but at a distance. Mrs. Conner points to a rack of black leather coats with a lot of silver metal studs, chains and badges. "Now, there's a good example, Gretchen. Something like that jacket may be currently in style but it's so ostentatious that when it goes out of style in six months, at most, you won't be able to wear it if you want to be stylish. You need to find classics that you can accessorize with a few more stylish, less expensive items. It's much less expensive to buy a new scarf than a new dress." "Callista Thomas has that exact same jacket!" "And I'll bet she won't be wearing it after April of next year. A complete waste of money. Now, over here, these are your basic dresses. I wouldn't look at those with bias cut hems, much too eccentric." Patty joins us. "Mom, don't say that. Gretchen has the perfect build for that hemline. It was made for her. You'd look great too. I'm the one who couldn't wear that. That red one, over there, Gretch would absolutely KILL in that!" Patty's pointing to a faceless mannequin standing on an elevated platform attached to a pillar by the changing room. It's wearing a gorgeous bright red dress, the hem cut on a slant. It's a full skirt with the top having a mid V neck and three-quarter sleeves. The mannequin has matching red pumps with I guess three inch heels. I've never worn heels, at least not since I was three years old and used to play in my mother's shoes. That probably doesn't count. "It's very attractive, Patricia, but not very practical." "I think her dad can afford it." That seems to upset her. "It's not about affording it, it's about being a smart shopper ... and I would think that the less of that money there is to spend, the better!" She storms out of the store. I look at Patty. "Don't worry, she'll calm down in a little while." "I think we should find her, she seemed upset." Patty takes a dress off the rack and holds it up against herself. "Suit yourself." I hurry out of the store and look around. I can't see her anywhere, but she's tall, like me, so I should be able to find her. Walking up this side of the Mall, I head for the Center Court area. I can see a big indoor fountain. Moving with the crowd, I can't see her. If she stepped into one of these stores, I'll never find her. My best chance is if she sat down somewhere to cool off. When I reach the Center Court, I stop and look around. There's a lot of benches near the fountain. Several shoppers surrounded by bags are taking a break. Eventually, I spot her, sitting, head turned toward the water. I slowly approach, not sure of what I'm going to say. "Mrs. Conner?" She turns her head, looking at me. "I'm sorry if anything I did upset you. You've been super nice to me and all and I'm really, really sorry if I've made you mad or anything." She pats the bench next to her. "Sit down, Gretchen." I slowly sit where she patted. She folds her hands in her lap. "It's not anything you've done or said. You've been a perfect guest. It's just ..." She shakes her head. "It's my father, isn't it?" "Yes ... yes, it is." "I saw how you acted around him at the paintball place. Why do you hate him? I know why I hate him but why do you?" "Gretchen! Don't say that! A child should never hate their parent. Not without good cause." "Don't I have good cause?" "I don't know, I really don't. I'm afraid that I just can't accept what he does for a living. Patricia seems to be able to separate the man from the business, but I can't. To be honest, when I heard the news on the radio Friday about the record drug busts, I was ecstatic." "I was pretty happy too. I thought, maybe now, this all can stop, maybe we can live like normal people, like you and Patty." She chuckles at that. "Oh Patricia and I are far from normal. I don't think you want to use us as your baseline." "You guys are the most normal people I know." "Maybe you need to expand your circle of friends." "I'd like to." She reaches out, taking my hands in hers. "I'm sorry about blowing up in the store. It's not your fault. You're a perfectly wonderful girl. It's my problem and I'll deal with it. What do you say we go back, find Patricia and have an enjoyable afternoon?" "Sounds good to me, Mrs. Conner." * * * *** * * * *** * * * It's about time! I really need them to bond if Mom's going to help me pull this off. I followed Gretchen when she left the store, hanging back far enough so that she wouldn't see me. One of the advantages of my current height. I couldn't hear what they said to one another but it looks like Mom's warming up to her. One step at a time. * * * *** * * * *** * * * When we get back to "Soffia's", Patricia is still looking through the rack of dresses where we left her. "We really should see how Gretchen looks in that featured dress, Mom." "If she wants to. Do you, Gretchen?" "If you don't mind. I've never had anything like that before." Patricia picks up a dress that she had set aside. "Here ya go, Gretch." "Thanks. I'll be right back." "Don't hurry, dear. Patricia and I'll be right here." As soon as Gretchen closes the door to the changing room, I turn to Patricia. "What was that all about?" "What was what all about?" "Sending Gretchen after me." "I didn't send anyone after you. Gretchen did that on her own. She thought we should go after you. I told her that you'd eventually calm down and come back on your own. And here you are." "No thanks to you." "Look, there's no reason to get into a fight now. Save it for home after she's gone. Besides, we got bigger problems to deal with." "What problems?" "Ssshhh. She's coming." I look back towards the changing room. Gretchen's coming out the door. "How ... how do I ... look?" she asks, clearly unsure of the answer. She shouldn't be. "Stunning, my dear. Absolutely stunning! That dress fits you like a glove, like it was made for you." "What do you think, Patty?" Patricia walks around her, lightly tugging at the dress at various places, checking the fit. "If it was me, I'd let the top out just a squosh. Other than that, it's fine." "Only fine?" "Oh, I thought you were asking about the fit. You look spectacular, except for the shoes, of course. I said you would, didn't I? It's better than I imagined." "Really?" "No doubt about it." Gretchen smiles at our praise. She really is an extraordinarily lovely girl, not at all what I expected, though I'm not sure what I actually did expect. A woman who looks like a sales clerk approaches us. "Oh my heavens! I don't think I've ever seen someone looks so nice in that particular style. It is just perfect for you." "Thank you," Gretchen said, shyly. "Well, it's not exactly perfect," added Patricia. "See right there, in the bust, it's stretched too tight, causing this gap in the back. Turn around Gretchen." She did. "See, right there." "It's barely perceptible," replied the clerk. "With the right bra, it wouldn't be there." "Yes, but she's wearing flats. This dress screams for heels, which will only make it worse; ass back, chest forward." "I see what you mean." "We shouldn't pay this much for a dress she'll end up fighting all night." "The alterations needed are fairly minor; we could have them done within the week." The clerk is looking at me. I raise my hands. "I'm just the mother here. You know how much control I have. It's up to them." Gretchen bends her knees, dropping down to look Patricia in the eyes. "Patty, couldn't you fix it? I look so nice, you said it yourself. I don't have anything like it. Couldn't you?" she pleads. "Gretchen, it's early. We haven't looked in any of the other shops yet. We'll leave it as a maybe, see what else we can find, okay?" "If you say so." Gretchen's clearly not happy. Neither is the clerk. "There's no guarantee we'll have that in stock much longer." "Paaatteee!" Gretchen whines. Patricia waves her off. "It's a big mall. Lots of stores. Miami's a major city. If we decide that this is the only choice and you can't find it anywhere, I'll make one for you. Go on." Gretchen returns to the dressing room as the clerk looks at Patricia with disdain. "You'll make a dress like that?" "I made this" Patricia answered. "Wool knit's a lot harder to work with. Besides, with her figure, practically anything that fits looks fabulous. She's better looking in jeans and a T-shirt than practically anybody else in this store, me included. You'll see." We all waited until Gretchen returned, dress in hand. The clerk gave her a thorough looking over then sighed. "You're right, she is. Keep us in mind. The sale runs through the weekend." "We will," I tell her. "Thanks for your help." "Not at all, that's what we're here for." After we left the store, Gretchen was still disappointed. "I don't understand why I couldn't get that dress" she groused. Patricia laughed. "Because you didn't have any money, idiot. I was just getting us out of there." Her eyes grow wide. "Oh my God. I forgot completely about that! I'm not used to dealing with things like money." "Tell you what," I say. "I'll pay up to one hundred dollars, my treat, for whatever you want to buy today." "Mrs. Conner! That's so nice of you!" "Yeah, Mom, it is. What's the catch?" "No catch. I'm curious to see what you two can do with a hundred bucks." "My father will pay you back as soon as ..." "No. He won't. This is my treat. My money, not his." I said that more forcefully than I should have. Patricia gently pats my arm. "Your treat, Mom. We got it. Thanks a lot." She's smiling at me, knowingly, with that bright beautiful smile of hers. "You're welcome. Now, you two better hurry. We don't have all day. We'll need at least two hours for basketball. I'll follow along." With a pair of waves, they dash off, laughing. I know that Gretchen is a truly beautiful girl ... but there's just something about Patricia, once you get to really know her. It's probably a mother's prejudice. * * * *** * * * *** * * * They did better than I thought they would. Patricia has gotten very good looking for bargains. She managed to find a very nice blouse and skirt combo, shoes and a purse, plus some underwear. Gretchen's decked out in her new clothes, the old stuff is in the bags. We're having a late lunch in the food court, Daniel Lipscomb's treat because I'm expensing this meal. No one is eating anything extravagant. Gretchen and Patricia are splitting a large sausage and pepperoni pizza, I'm having a cheese calzone. The girls are telling me all about their bargain hunting. "I was getting ready to buy this one pair when Patty found almost the exact same shoe in the half price display except they didn't have the little bow. Well, I didn't care about the bow and it saved us twenty dollars, which gave us enough to go to the Victoria's Secret clearance sale." "Yeah, there was this lady there, really hogging the space. Wouldn't let anybody else get a look. She wasn't being super aggressive about it but she wasn't being polite either. When she turned to put stuff in her basket, Gretchen slipped in next to her and set a pick so that I could move in and grab some stuff for her to check out. That lady was pretty upset about the whole thing but she totally deserved it. She was mumbling something about rude kids as she left but as soon as she did, three other ladies came rushing in." "One of them actually thanked us, didn't she Patty?" "She did. I got the feeling they'd butted heads before. She wasn't a match for Conner and Hobbes, was she, Hobbes?" "No way, Conner!" They high fived each other, or at least as much as Patricia can high five. We're all sitting on stools around a small, raised table, in an open area surrounded by assorted food stalls. It's a common eating area. I notice that Gretchen has her feet resting on the rungs of the table. "Are those new shoes hurting your feet, Gretchen?" "No, I'm just not used to wearing heels. I've never had any before. It feels kinda weird standing that tall." "You should try standing next to you some time" Patricia grumped. "But they don't actually hurt your feet, do they? Because, if they do, we need to return them right now." "No, I just need more practice, that's all. I almost fell down twice. I would have if Patty hadn't caught me." "If that Mall Cop had been looking where he was going instead of ogling you, it would never have happened." "He wasn't ogling me," Gretchen whispered, blushing. "The heck he wasn't! Drove his stupid little cart right into that trash can. He nearly knocked you over! Lucky thing I was looking right at him when he drove by. His eyes never left you, not for an instant. He actually accelerated as he tried to turn around to make a second pass then BOOM, right into the trash can, which bounced off a bench and came right at you." "But you stopped it with your foot ... saving my life! My savior!" They both laughed. "Who you saving now, Da'Pee?" Who said that? I turn towards where the person spoke. There are two teen age boys standing about ten feet away. I recognize one of them right away, he's Patricia's friend Cruz, the one who helped us at Hobbes' home. The other one is also familiar, but I can't place him. He's a rather large boy. "Hey! Cruz, Javier. Grab a seat! This is my mom, you guys met her at the dance." The two boys move a table close to ours and sit down. I remember Javier know, he's a member of the same team as Cruz. "Hey, Ms. Conner." "Mrs. Conner." "Hello, boys." "This is Gretchen, my friend from school." It's interesting to see the boys react to Gretchen. Their attitudes change. They sit up taller ... and wider, subtly flexing their chests to appear bigger. Patricia also changes, leaning forward just ever so slightly, giving them one of her multi watt smiles. Gretchen actually withdraws a bit, looking confused. "Hey, Gretchen. How you doing?" asks Javier. "Down boy" warned Patricia. "I'll tell Terri." Javier deflates a little. "You're Terri's boyfriend?" asked Gretchen. "He is" replied Cruz as he leaned towards Gretchen, "but I ain't nobody's boyfriend." "For good reason" added Javier. "No girl's that desperate." "What you mean, fool? I'm a perfectly fine specimen of the American male." He leans a little closer to Gretchen. "Any lovely lady would be lucky to have me as a boyfriend." Gretchen appears flustered. I'm about to intervene when Patricia does it for me. "We may be here shopping, Cruz, but we're not buying what you're selling, not today." "Not even if I'm offering free samples?" "Not even if you had coupons." "Coupons. Now that's a good idea Pee. I should hand out coupons." "Is he desperate or what?" said Javier. "I'm not gonna give em out to just anybody." He looks at Gretchen. "Just certain, highly desirable, potential customers. Call it consumer research." "May... maybe you'll need a ... customer satisfaction survey" Gretchen stammered, still uncertain. This only egged Cruz on. "Maybe so. Would you care to give the product a try and let me know how... satisfied you are?" "I ... I ... don't think so, I'm not a fan of discounted merchandise." Javier and Patricia rock back on their stools. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" they cry in unison as Gretchen smiles and Cruz raises his eyebrows, nodding his head. "Hey! I don't have to sit here and take this abuse." "True" said Patricia. "You can go sit way over there and we can abuse you long distance. Now, why are you guys really here?" "My mom's birthday is next week, so I'm here looking for something" said Javier. "I'm his gift consultant," Cruz added. "There's your first mistake," Patricia joked. "Why not get Terri to help?" "Practices start today." "Basketball? Already?" "Yep. It'll be tough to make time to see each other for awhile." "Speaking of which" Cruz interjected "we haven't seen you much around the Y since that dance where you played the piano. You forgotten' bout you're friends, Pee?" "Naw, just been busy with school and stuff. When's the next dance?" "They don't have one in November or December, the holidays and all, but they have a kick ass New Years Eve party. Punch fountain, real food, a decent band for once. It's pretty sweet." "Sounds interesting. We may have to make time for that one." "WE?" Gretchen gasped. "Why not?" said Patricia. "I hate to be the wet blanket here, but we must be going," I say as I pick up my purse and one of Gretchen's bags. "It's been nice seeing you boys again. If they go to the New Years party, I'll probably chaperon." Best get that out right now. "We'll likely meet again then, if not before." "Nice seeing you again, ma'am." "Catch ya later, Mrs. Conner. You need help with the bags?" By then, Patricia's also gotten off her stool and grabbed two of the three remaining bags. "We got em' boys, don't trouble yourselves." Gretchen slides off her stool, bends down to grab the last bag, then stands up, revealing for the first time to the boys how tall she is. "Daaammmnnnn!" muttered Cruz. Javier was just wide eyed. "It's ... it's ... just the shoes. I'm not really ... this tall ... not usually," Gretchen said, self consciously. Patricia scoots next to her, taking her arm. "Neither am I ... but it's sure fun while it lasts, right Gretch?" "Yeah ... yeah, it is. It was nice meeting you guys." "See ya' later, guys," said Patricia as we walked away. Suddenly she stopped. "Hey, tell Eric I said hello." The boys look at each other for a second or two before Cruz responds. "Uhhh yeah, sure thing Pee, we'll do that ... no problem." CHAPTER FORTY FOUR Mom should run a big man's camp for girls. When we got home from the Mall, everybody changed into shorts and shirts and went back to the cul-de-sac. Mom proceeded to run Gretchen through all kinds of drills. Dribbling, foot work, passing, rebounding, everything you could think of. She didn't shout or scream, she just demonstrated something then had Gretchen repeat it until she got it right. Gretchen's really not bad. She's got good coordination and she's smart. She understands not only what to do but why. It's a lot easier to do something when you know the why. It also helps you improvise when the unexpected happens. We keep practicing until dark again. This time I didn't have anything simmering on the stove so Mom sent me out for KFC. Gretchen had never had it before and was dying to try it. They were still going at it when I got back, outlined by the dull glow of the street light, laughing as each one tried to muscle the other for position under the basket. "Okay, break it up! Let's not have any of that fighting or I'll have to call the gang squad," I shout from the car. They stop pushing and walk towards the car, still bumping against each other, smiling and giggling. "You want a ride?" "No, honey, we'll walk. I don't want to get the car seat all sweaty." I shift the car into gear. "Okay, I'll see you at home. Don't be long, don't want the chicken to get cold." "We'll be there," Mom shouts as I pull away. In the rear view mirror, I can see them walking down the middle of the street, arm in arm. I had bought the big bucket, planning on having leftovers for tomorrow but we ate it all. Or should I say they ate it all. I had my usual breast, drumstick and thigh. Mom and Gretchen devoured the rest. Gretchen in particular chowed down like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Mom pigged out pretty well too. When they were done, the both leaned back in their chairs. "THAT was GOOD!" said Gretchen, surveying the pile of barren bones in front of her. "Raul's is better." "Maybe ... but there's something about eating food from a cardboard bucket." "Food always tastes better when you've worked up an appetite" said Mom. "Gretchen worked very hard out there, besides, she's a growing girl, she needs the calories." "Really? What's your excuse?" I ask. "I paid for it, I don't need an excuse." She looked at the clock on the wall. "Good heavens! It's 8:45." "Time flies when you're gorging yourself. You go shower, Gretchen and I'll clean up. She can go second and I'll shower third, just make sure you save me some hot water." Mom wipes her hands on her napkin and drops it on the table. "How much hot water do you really need? You could bathe in the kitchen sink." "Keep that up and I'll flush the toilet when you're in there." She stands up and stretches. "I'm going to pay for all that exercise in the morning. I can feel my muscles getting stiff already." "We've got muscle rub cream for that." She wrinkles her nose. "It smells terrible." "Yeah, but it works." "Alright, I'm off. Make sure you rinse and recycle those foam bowls." "I know." There's not much to clean up actually. We used real utensils instead of plastic, real plates and cups. Those we washed, dried and put away. The rest went in the trash or the recycle bin. It took us only five minutes or so. Mom was back downstairs in ten wearing her terrycloth bathrobe, drying her hair with a towel. "Finished. You're next Gretchen." "Hope I brought everything I need, we packed pretty quickly." "Anything you forgot, I'm sure Patricia can find something for you." "You go on up, I'll follow in a few minutes." As Gretchen leaves, Mom sits down and survey's the kitchen. "Everything looks nice." "Wasn't much to do." "But Gretchen pitched right in, didn't she?" "Yup." "She's not the girl I expected." "Who'd you expect?" "I don't know ... not someone so ... normal." "I told you she was a good person." "Yes, I remember, but I still thought she'd be ..." "Evil? Spoiled? A brat?" "Something like that." "But she wasn't anything like that." "No ... she wasn't. She was very ... polite, hard working, willing to help. Nice as she could be." "Told ya. I better get upstairs to make sure she's got what she needs." I hurry upstairs. When I get to the bathroom, I can hear the shower running, so Gretchen must be okay. I go back to my room to get undressed. Gretchen's stuff is on the floor. I pick up her shirt and shorts, laying them across the back of my desk chair. They're damp with sweat. She and Mom must have really gone at it. I put her bra, panty and socks on the seat. I pull my shirt off over the top of my head, then pull my shorts down, stepping out of them once the hit the floor. Sitting on my bed, I unlace and remove my shoes and socks, first the left, then the right. After collecting my discarded clothes, I go to my closet and drop them in the clothes hamper, then remove my terrycloth robe from a hook on the back of the closet door, tossing it onto my bed. Slipping my arms out of the bra straps, I fold the cups down, pull it around my body bringing the clasp to the front and unhook it, dropping it in the hamper, my panties are quickly added to the pile of clothes. Mom's right about stiffening muscles. I reach across my chest with my left arm, grasping my right shoulder and giving it a pull, then repeating with my right arm. I probably won't need any of the muscle cream. Hope Gretch didn't think I was kidding about the hot water. It's an electric water heater and I think one of the units is burned out because it takes forever to heat a tank. Lipscomb won't pop for a new one, which I can understand, but it's a pain in the behind. I should go remind her. After putting on my robe, I pull a towel from my gym bag and walk back to the bathroom. The water's not running, which is a good sign. "Gretchen, you okay?" "I think so." "You think so? What's the problem?" "The towel's kinda small." "There should be a big one on the towel rack by the toilet." "This is the biggest one I could find." "Well, let me see." "Come on in." When I open the door, the steam comes rolling out. She didn't turn the exhaust fan on. At least I hope that's the case. The other option means I'm gonna have a short, cold shower. It only takes a few seconds for the air to clear. She's right, it's a small towel. She's holding it together behind her back with her right hand. The top just barely covers her nipples, the bottom is only inches below her crotch. "Yeah, I see what you mean. You sure there's nothing bigger in here?" "Look for yourself." I'm trying not to. "There's some regular size towels in my bedroom, bottom drawer of the chest of drawers." "Thanks, I was getting cold." Don't I know it. She scurries past me, hunched over, towel flapping as she scoots down the hall, giving me a good look at her toned bottom until she turns the corner into my room. Oh well, it was nice while it lasted. I get prepared before I turn on the water. Soap, shampoo, conditioner, everything ready. Once it's running, I jump in. The water's not hot but it's warm, so I've got about two minutes before it gets cold. Navy shower it is. Once I get wet, I turn off the water, saving the hot water for rinsing. I lather and scrub my body with a wash cloth, shampoo my hair, turn the water back on, quickly rinse everything clean then switch the water off again. After using the conditioner, the water goes back on and I finish just as the temperature drops. One of life's little victories. I don't know why it is, but after one of these little successes, I always feel upbeat. It's stupid, I know that but I can't help it. I dry off, put my robe back on and skip back to my room. "Despite your conspiracy with my mother, I had enough hot water for my shower." Gretchen doesn't react to my joke. She's just sitting on my bed, wrapped in a towel ... my sex toy collection spread out next to her. * * * *** * * * *** * * * I wasn't snooping! I just did what Patty told me to do! I open the drawer and there was a towel, just like she said. The one I had hardly covered anything. When I pulled it from the drawer, maybe I pulled too quickly, because a bunch of other stuff came flying out with the towel. I was afraid I broke something! After wrapping myself in the towel, I went looking for the other stuff. The first one was right in the middle of Patty's bed. It was almost ten inches long, pink, soft and squishy like Jello but it was also hard, it kept its shape. There was this little curved piece that was attached three fourths of the way from the rounded, blunt tip. The base had a screw cap if some kind. There were others scattered around the floor. Something similar but there was a wide part in the whole shaft instead of the single curved piece. There were little nubbins all around the wide part. It was blue. There were two white, hard plastic ones, the first the size of my index finger though fatter, the second eight inches long, shaped like an elongated bullet. I didn't know what to make of the leather harness thing that was hanging part way out of the drawer. It had a hard plastic oval plate with an approximately two inch diameter hole in the middle. The leather straps were attached around the perimeter of the plate but some of the straps were connected to each other. Weird. There were several plastic bottles with stuff in them. One was "KY Jelly", there were two that were flavored, cherry and strawberry, another one labeled "Anal-eze". Thank God none of them spilled! There was also a bag of assorted batteries. The last thing was the strangest. It looked kinda like a double ended man's penis with a plastic collar in the middle, though one end was longer than the other and both were curved. It was made of that same squishy material as those other two things, though it seemed to have a stiffer core. I think there was more stuff in the drawer, but I wasn't going to mess with it, not until Patty came back. I put everything I could find on the bed. My hands were still a little wet so when I picked up the squishy ones, they were hard to hang on to, sliding in my hands. I managed to get them on the bed but found the pink one hard to put down. It was strange how my hand slipped up and down it so easily and how it squirted forward when I squeezed it, like it was alive or something. I kept squeezing and sliding with my hands for several seconds, lost in the feelings. It suddenly occurred to me that all this stuff might be sex toys. At almost the same moment, Patty came through the door. I was so surprised, I squeezed the pink thing and it popped right out of my hand, flying right toward Patty! * * * *** * * * *** * * * OH! MY! GOD! I'd completely forgotten I'd stashed all that stuff in that bottom drawer inside that top towel! What must Gretchen think of me?! Slut! Whore! There must be five things on the bed. She's holding the Pink Rabbit vibrator with a death grip, wide eyed in shock. Suddenly, it pops out of her hand and sails through the air, heading directly at me. I block it with my left hand, deflecting it, and catching it with my right hand. There's no way we're ignoring this. "I'm so sorry!" we both say then clap our hands to our mouths in amazement. "You first!" we again exclaim simultaneously, hands returning to mouth. "No, go ahead" we repeat each other for a third time. This is too much. By now, we're both chuckling over the situation. I raise my hand. She nods at me. "Look. I'm sorry. I completely forgot ..." "No, it's my fault. I was in a hurry and ..." "I should have remembered ..." "I jerked it out when I should have been more ..." "I could have gotten the towel for you instead I ..." "Are these sex toys?" That question brings me to a halt. How do I answer it? Not much choice. "Yes ... yes they are." "Where'd you get them?" "My mother bought them for me." Gretchen picks up the Blue Silicone Vibrator, examining it closely. "Your mother is soooo cool! You are, like, sooo damn lucky!" "What?" "How many other mothers would buy their daughters sex toys? I don't know of any. I've never even heard of a mother ever doing that!" "Well ... how many other girls have you asked?" "None! Don't be ridiculous!" "Then how do you know there aren't others?" "Pleeezzzee! Now who's being ridiculous?" Gretchen stares at me, eyes narrowed. I break. "Fine. I've got a cool mother." Gretchen squeals, hopping on the bed closer to me, making all the stuff around her bounce, which is a disconcerting image. "So ... she's okay with you using this stuff? Of course she is! She wouldn't buy it for you if she wasn't okay with it. That is so freaking amazing! My father would just ... explode if I asked for something like this." She picks up the double ended dildo. "What is this?" I take it from her hands, lean across the bed and grab the harness. I fit the dildo in the mounting plate and twist, locking it in. Gretchen still looks confused. I hold it in front of my robe at crotch level. "This part goes in ... here." She still doesn't get it. "The other part goes ..." I gesture towards her towel covered vagina. The penny finally drops and her eyes go wide. "NO WAY! Two girls?!" "Or a boy and a girl." "A boy?" I pat my bottom and smile wickedly. Her eyes grow twice as wide. "A BOY?! IN HIS BUTT?! NOOO WAAAY!" "Or a girl too." Gretchen seems unsure of what to think about that. It takes a moment or two to digest the idea. She slides closer to me. "Have you ever ..." she asks quietly, not finishing the sentence but I know what she means. I hold up the strap-on. "With this?" "Yeah." "Boy or girl?" "Either." "No. I've never used this." "And the rest of the stuff?" "Oh yeah." "How much?" "Lots." "Like lots of times or lots of months or lots of ..." She trails off. "Like a couple of times a week, depending on how I feel." "Do you get an ... uuhh ... an ..." "Big 'O'?" "Uhhh yeah ... do you?" "Yeah, most the time." "Not always?" "Like I said, depends on the mood. Sometimes it's late and I don't have the time for the full show." "But, you've had them?" "Yes, I have had orgasms." Gretchen looks down and away from me. "I haven't" she whispers. "Never?" "Never ever." "Do you ..." "I try, but I don't know how." "Don't they have sex education classes at St. Ann's?" "Patty, it's a CATHOLIC school. What kind of sex education are you going to get?" "That's true. The church isn't big on self service. But still, if you just do what feels good, that ought to get you something." "Not so far. Besides, I'm always worried about someone coming into my bedroom because they heard something 'suspicious'." Talk about your mood killer. To be totally honest, if Mom hadn't bought me that DVD, I wouldn't know as much as I do. That's not to say I know it all. I still surprise myself, now and then. "Gretchen, have you ever ... been with a boy?" "Ha! What boy? He'd have to fly into my bedroom." "Good point." "Have you ever been with a boy?" "No." That popped out of my mouth quicker than I expected. "Patty ... have you ever been with ... a girl?" Of course I have, but it's not what she thinks. "Look, Gretchen ... uuuhhh ... well, that's ... uuuhhh, that's ... complicated." "I know, it's none of my business. I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry." "No, no, that's not it. I asked you about boys, we were talking about a lot of private stuff. It was a fair question. I'm just not sure how to answer it without giving you the wrong impression." "You told my father that your mother always said to tell the truth." Darn her good memory! I could lie to her, it'd be easy. She'd never know the difference. Our entire relationship is based on a lie ... as were most of my relationships. And look what it got me. Professional success and personal failure. Right now, I'm trying to figure out a way to have the best of both worlds. It may not work but I'm gonna give it a try. "Yes, I've been with a girl, more than one." "At the same time?!" Yeah, but we're not going there! "NO! Of course not." "When?" "Let's just say it was before I came to St. Ann's and met you." She seems relieved with that answer, though she doesn't say anything. It appears all these questions have been leading to something but she's not ready to pull the trigger yet. I start to pick up the toys and bottles that are spread out on the bed. "I'll put these away and we can get dressed for bed. I've got a good movie for us to watch tonight. It's R rated so you've probably ..." Gretchen gently grabs my wrist as I reach towards the bottle nearest her. "Don't." "Don't what, Gretch?" "Don't put your toys away." "Why not?" She takes her free hand and adds it to the one already holding my wrist. "Patty ... would you please teach me how to have an orgasm?" CHAPTER FORTY FIVE The girls have been talking upstairs. A few times, they got rather loud but they clearly weren't angry with one another. They do get along together remarkably well. It's obvious that Patricia is the leader of the two but she doesn't abuse her power, always making sure Gretchen is enjoying herself. It takes remarkably little for Gretchen to appear to be happy. The simplest common courtesies seem to please her to no end. She seems quite ready to pitch in to help, when she can. Plus she's willing to learn new skills to help in the future. I'm certain that Patricia gave her a heads up as to what I expect in my household, but I can usually tell when some one is making a token effort. Gretchen appears to be completely genuine in her helpful attitude. Patricia asked what I had expected Gretchen to be like. To be honest, I had anticipated her being a spoiled mafia princess type. How could she not be, coming from an unbelievably rich household like Raymond Hobbes'? Despite Patricia's assurances, I was sure she would be insufferable and unbearable. I couldn't have been more wrong. She really took to my coaching her, even tolerating quite a bit of physical ... not abuse exactly because it was all within the rules ... if you stretched them a bit ... but she took it, then gave as good as she got. Very impressive. She might be able to play college ball if she buckled down and took it seriously. Physical skills can only take you so far, but you can't coach height, and she's tall enough to play forward, certainly Division Two. I hear foot steps on the stairs and look toward them. It's Patricia, slowly walking down, watching me as she descends but remaining silent. She appears to be concerned about something. "Patricia ... is something wrong?" "No, no, not wrong ... I'm sure it's not wrong." "Well, what is it?" "I told Gretchen she could get a towel from my chest of drawers." "So? That's where you keep them." "I keep other things in there too." "What things?" "Those things that you bought me." "Still don't know what you mean." "Those silicon, vibrating things?" "Silicon ... vibrating ... Oh ... aaahhh, yes, those things. OH MY! Gretchen found THOSE things?" "Yeah, THOSE things." That's funny! "What did you tell her?" "What could I? She may be sheltered but she's not stupid. I told her what they were. And that I use them. And that you bought them for me." "Goodness! What did she say?" "That you were sooo cool and I am sooo lucky to have you as a mother." "Well, that goes without saying." "She also wants me to show her how to use them." WHAT?! "You said no ... tell me you said no. Politely. Nicely. No." Patricia looks away, eyes up towards her room. "Patricia. What did you tell ..." She looks back down at me. "I said I would." What was she thinking? No daughter of mine is going to do something like THAT with another girl. "I forbid you from doing ... you can't be serious ..." "Careful Mom, you're risking your cool mother status." "I don't care about that! This has nothing to do with my status. This isn't something you should be involved with, this is something she needs to discuss with ..." "Her father? Her dead mother? You know she can't do that. Did you with your mother or father? I sure as heck didn't." What is she talking about? We discussed it, I bought the equipment for God's sake. "WE did talk about it, Patricia. At length." "Yeah, we did about this time but I didn't, not my first time. Sure, my dad gave me the birds and the bees talk, but I didn't consult him before my first ... date with a girl." Of course. It's so easy to forget, to get wrapped up in our false identities. "You're right, you're right ... I'm sorry, my bad ... but is this wise? How does this help us?" "It doesn't help us but it doesn't hurt us either. I've already decided to do it. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't come barging in and freak out or something." "I've no say in this?" "Not really. It's not that big a deal. I'm just showing her how the toys work, what they can do for her. If you've been telling me the truth, it's the kind of thing girls talk about." "Talk about, yes. Demonstrations?" I can't, in good conscience, say "no", not in all cases. I never did anything like that with my girlfriends, but I know for a fact that some of them did with each other ... not always without consequences. "Patricia ... just be careful. This is a tricky area to get into with someone." "You DO remember that I've been married three times, right?" "This is very different." She gives me a smirk. On her, it's very cute, but I think I can see the tiniest hint of Peter Harris in her eyes. "Don't worry Mom, I'll make sure neither of us gets pregnant." "Ha ha, very funny. Try to keep it down to a dull roar." "Will do." * * * *** * * * *** * * * Patty wanted to talk with her mother first. I can't imagine ever taking with my father about something like that. Her mother has to be the coolest in the world. The bedroom door opens. I pull my towel tighter around me. When I see it's Patty, I relax. "What'd she say?" Patty closes the door behind her. "She's not happy about it, but she won't stop us." "Why's that? We're not doing anything wrong, are we? It's a natural thing, isn't it? Why would she not ..." Patty pulls her robe up above her knees and sits down next to me on her bed. "She's a mother. No mother's ever happy about her child, her baby, dealing with sexual stuff. If you're nervous about anything, we don't have to do it. It's all for you, Gretch." "No, I'm cool with it" I lied. Not exactly lied, of course I'm nervous. Any girl would be nervous. Except Patty. She looks totally comfortable. How can she be so calm? * * * *** * * * *** * * * Gretchen's scared, anybody could see that. Heck, so am I. This could be a really stupid thing. I mean, a really, really stupid thing. There's no possible benefit to the job, I'm already in as far as I need to be. If Hobbes found out, he wouldn't be happy. If he gets upset with me, it'll threaten everything I've planned. But Gretchen needs this. She's led such a sheltered life, she has no experience with sex. Someone has to help her. "If we're gonna do this, we better get started. Everything is clean from the last time I used them but that's step number one. Always clean the ... stuff." Gretchen giggles. "You're embarrassed, aren't you?" "A little, yeah." She smiles. "I'm glad. This makes it easier, if we're both ... you know." "I know, but we have to get past it." The best way to get past it is to go first. I get up on my knees, untie my robe and open it, letting it slip down my back and off my arms, falling to the bed. Gretchen's eyes are as big as saucers. * * * *** * * * *** * * * She did it! Just like that! BOOM! Off comes the robe! I've seen her naked before, in the showers after gym, but this isn't the same. There you're naked cause you have to be. Now she's naked because she wants to be ... with me. Oh God! I asked for this. Can I do it? Only one way to find out. I get up on my knees, facing Patty. I don't have to do much, just stop holding my towel, just let go ... but I can't! It's like my hand won't do what I tell it. I start to get scared but Patty slowly reaches out with her right hand, gently working her fingers down between my breasts and the edge of the towel, grabbing the edge with her thumb. "It's fine, Gretchen. We're both gonna be okay" she whispers, tenderly pulling the towel from my body. My hand loosens, letting it slip away. I resist the sudden urge to cover myself with my hands, letting them fall to my sides. * * * *** * * * *** * * * Why am I so darn short? My eyes are level with her breasts, her beautiful, firm, youthful breasts. I haven't seen breasts like that in person for over thirty years. All my wives were attractive women, very attractive. But there's attractive and then there's Gretchen, looming over me like some kind of dark haired, bronzed skin, Amazon. What I wouldn't give to be my old self and twenty years old but know everything I know now. When I was younger, like twenty eight or twenty nine, I was a pretty darn good lover. Not the best, I mean how would you figure that out, hold a contest? But everyone I slept with back then was darn happy. I thought I knew what women wanted and I could deliver it, in spades. My equipment worked very well, still had a quick recovery, and I knew how to pull back on the reins until the final charge down the front stretch, if you know what I mean. My time as Patricia has shown me I didn't know the half of it. I could have done so much more, it almost makes me cry when I think about it. When this job is done and I return to my old, impotent body, I'll have all this knowledge and I won't be able to do a damn thing with it. Such a shame. It'd make a hell of a "Twilight Zone" episode. Right now, I can show Gretchen what I've learned, up to a point, but that should be good enough. "Gretchen, always remember this. You are a beautiful woman and you deserve to be happy and fulfilled. You are beautiful on the outside and the inside. You don't have to settle for second best. You wait until you've found the right person for you. Until then, this ought to help you pass the time. Lay back and prop yourself up with some pillows." She blushes, then sensually slides back toward the headboard. * * * *** * * * *** * * * She said I was beautiful! Beautiful inside and out! I should have said she was beautiful too. Damn IT! I missed my chance. Patty told me to lay back but put some pillows behind my upper back and neck, lifting my head. She has me raise my hips and slides a towel under my bottom, spreading it flat. I don't say anything until I'm in position and comfortable. "Why do you want me like this?" "So you can see what I'm doing. Actually, it'd be better if we had a big mirror, but that might be a little too clinical." I giggle. "Paging Dr. Conner. Paging Dr. Conner." She smiles. "Dr. Patricia Conner ... the llluuuuvvv Doctor." She reaches over to the bedside table where all the equipment is and picks up a bottle. "This is a lubricant, it helps reduce friction, prevents skin irritation. Sometimes you want friction but not tonight. You can substitute baby oil, which won't raise any suspicions at home. Girls use baby oil for a whole lotta stuff." She flipped the top of the bottle up and dribbled some oil into the palm of her left hand, then rubbed her palms together. She took a breath and slowly exhaled. "You ready?" she asked. I could only nod my head. * * * *** * * * *** * * * Okay, stay calm. Play it straight. I climb onto the bed between Gretchen's outstretched legs, nudging them further apart with my elbows. When I get to her vagina, I pause just a moment to steady myself. It's not trimmed. There's no reason to expect she would. I'm used to that though, wives one and three were earth types. Personally, I like to keep mine trimmed but not shaved. Don't need the irritated skin. "Alright. This may be a little cool, though I've tried to warm it with my hands. Either way, it'll warm up fast enough." I start by applying the lube to her pelvis, just above her vagina. She jumps slightly as soon as I touch her but whether it the temp or nerves I couldn't say. I try to smile reassuringly and start to massage with my fingertips, moving closer to the target. I want her to get used to me touching her before I get down to business. "Just close your eyes and enjoy the feelings. I'll show you how to do something, then you can try it. Okay?" She just closes her eyes and nods her head again, letting it fall back onto the pillows piled behind her. My fingers are on the outer lips of her labia, the skin soft and pliable but also plump with blood, pushing back ever so slightly against my fingertips. I look up at Gretchen. Her eyes are still closed but she's got a slight smile on her face and she's breathing deeply. So far, so good. I move on to the inner lips, rubbing and stroking, top to bottom, bottom to top. Gretchen inhales sharply several times but keeps her eyes closed, though she does turn her head to the side. I keep it up until her breathing returns to normal. Now I start to work closer to her clitoral hood, teasing it with my thumbs as I continue the long strokes alternating with rubbing. There's several more sharp breaths with slow exhales and her hips twitch a few times, though her eyes are still closed. I switch up the motions, now stroking with my left but rubbing her clitoral hood with my right. The first time I make contact with the clitoris, her breath catches and her back arches slightly as she quietly moans. * * * *** * * * *** * * * "MMMMoohhmmmmmm" Every change brings a whole new set of sensations. I've been able to get something like those feelings at home for a few seconds but I could never relax. I was always afraid someone might knock on the door or maybe, just maybe, there was a camera in the room, despite Father's assurances. But now, I can let go and let Patty work her magic. That last one went down to my toes, bounced and went right back to the top of my head. "Uuuugghhhh" There's another one. She just keeps ... now what? I think she's put her finger in my ... oohh she has! It's two fingers and she's pushing them in and out, slowly, pushing them apart, while still rubbing my... "Aaaahhhhhhh" It's hard to breath after that last one, I have to concentrate and take deep ... wait, she's stopping! "No, please ..." * * * *** * * * *** * * * "Sshhhh, it's alright, don't worry. I'm just gonna show you how to do it, that's all. Give me your right hand, that's right, now put it here and now ... yeah, just like that. Now, I'm gonna take your left and ... okay, I think you got it." She went straight to work and was soon clearly enjoying herself. I should probably leave it right here, maybe show her a couple of other tricks I've learned but then that's it. That'd be the smart thing to do. Gretchen opens her eyes, they're bright and alive. "What's next, Doctor?" Oooohhh kay. I guess we can go a little further. "Alright, the Doctor prescribes ..." reaching over to the nightstand, I pick out the pink silicon vibrator "... Mr. Pinky." "Mr. Pinky?" "Well, it's shaped a lot more like a mister than a misses." "I guess. So what does Mr. Pinky do?" "Allow me to demonstrate." I twist the base, turning the vibrator on low, then trace around the outer lips of the labia with the blunt tip of Mr. Pinky, working towards the inside. Gretch is breathing with short, sharp breathes, not exactly a series of gasps but not far off. "How's that?" "Oh yes! That's ... ummm ... nice." "How's this?" * * * *** * * * *** * * * My hips jump off the bed and I shiver all over, gasping for air. Patty touched my clit with Mr. Pinky. It was like my entire body was electrified for a few seconds but there was no pain, only pleasure. I'd never managed to get anywhere near that at home. She keeps rubbing the tip around in small circles. The electric feeling fades a little bit but doesn't disappear, like I'm getting used to it. All of a sudden, the vibrations increase, bringing back that electric charge to full power again. My hands reach up on their own and I start squeezing my breasts and playing with my hard nipples, adding a whole new group of feelings. I'd felt myself up before, played with my breasts, but never at the same time. All these different feelings don't add but seem to multiply, each one making the others even better. Patty's fingers are back in my vagina, which feels even slicker than before. Did she add some more of that lubricant? I can also smell something I hadn't noticed before, kind of ... earthy. It's not sweet and it's not sour but it's definitely there. Doesn't matter, I've got other things to concentrate on. I've lost track of my breathing, I'm actually panting, trying to catch some air, when Patty changes things again. Her fingers are twisting and pulling around my clit, replacing Mr. Pinky. Is she going to use something else? I can still hear the vibrator ... then I feel it, gently parting my vagina as she slowly pushes it in me. I've never had anything that big in me before. I've used tampons but they never felt like this. Patty pulls Mr. Pinky back a little bit then pushes in again, even farther this time. My butt slides down on the towel, trying to get her to go even deeper, to go faster. She pulls back again, the muscles in my pelvis clamping down, trying to keep it there, but she quickly pushes in again, deeper still, but this time, something vibrating also touches my clit, causing a whole bunch of muscle convulsions, making me squeeze my boobs hard. I can't breathe right, gasping for air. I can't talk right, just moans, groans and squeaks. I can't see right, just flashes of things. I can't move right, my legs, arms and body trembling. I must not be thinking right because I don't care about any of those problems, I feel wonderful! I'd stay this way for the rest of my life if I could. I can't tell how long this feeling lasts, but eventually, I become aware of a change. There's something soft and moist that replaced Patty's fingers. I tip my head forward and force my eyes to focus. Patty's head is firmly lodged between my legs, her nose pressed into my pussy, licking and nibbling my clit. * * * *** * * * *** * * * I couldn't stop myself. There was her naked pussy, soaking wet with her own juices, the musky aroma filling the room, her body squirming at my touch, quietly moaning and groaning practically continuously. I'd rarely gotten a woman this sexually fired up before. Everything I did just made her hotter ... and more appealing. There' nothing as sexy as a woman on the verge of an orgasm. You want to share in it, be a part of it, join it. My vagina was wet from just being in the same room with her. I carefully eased forward and dropped my head into her crotch, lapping up the mix of natural and strawberry flavored juices. I quickly found her clit with my tongue and began to lick, nibble and suck her towards another orgasm. In seconds, she wrapped her fingers in my hair and crossed her legs behind my head, pulling me tightly to her body. I keep pushing Mr. Pinky in and out of her vagina but I turn the extension so that it makes contact with her anus. I can't see anything but I can hear Gretchen starting to whimper again as I increase my speed. It's not long before her legs begin to tremble and she yanks me so hard against her pussy that I have to fight to get some air. Less than a minute later, she relaxes her grip with both her hands and legs. I push myself away after one last lingering kiss. Resting on my elbows between her legs, I can see her laying back on the pillows, thumbs idling playing with her still enlarged nipples, eyes closed. Trying not to disturb her, I slid over to her left and work my way up towards her head, pausing to lean down and gently kiss and suckle her nearest breast. She sighs contentedly several times, her eyes still closed, until I stop and finish my trip to the headboard. She really is a tall drink of water. When I finally get up next to her head, I lean on one elbow and look over at her face. She looks almost asleep, except for the wide grin. "So ... how'd you like it?" Her eyes slowly open, her head turning towards mine. Her left arm snakes past my arm, resting lightly on the back of my head. She pulls herself up a few inches and the rolls over on top of me, crushing her mouth against mine, mixing deep kisses with giggles and laughter. CHAPTER FORTY SIX I was the first to wake up Sunday morning. Patty was dead to the world but I was still buzzing from last night. After we finished making out, she showed me the rest of her toys and gave me a quick demonstration. It was quick because I still hadn't recovered from Mr. Pinky. And her wonderful mouth. Mr. Pinky. My girlfriend has no imagination. Well, not when it comes to names. She's got lots of it when it comes to sex. She saved the harness for last. By that time, I was ready again. I was willing to try to suck it but she said no, it was just a piece of plastic. She'd get nothing from it and to make me suck it would just be some kind of power trip. She said that it would be different when I had a boyfriend. Which is crazy. Why would I have a boyfriend? If last night proved anything, it proved I'm a lesbian. I never thought I was one of them before last night. Sure, I'll admit that I've been attracted to Patricia from the start, but I was never attracted to any other girls. There's just something different about my girlfriend, Patricia Conner. She had locked that double ended thing in the harness and then put the shorter, wider end into her vagina. She tightened all the straps and then had me sit on the edge of the bed, facing her. The long end was at just the right height. I wasn't sure it would fit but Patty said not to worry. Neither of us needed any of those lubes, though the strawberry one isn't bad. I leaned forward and we kissed, rubbing our breasts against each other for several minutes before she finally moved closer and started to fuck me with the dildo. I reach down and move a lose strand of hair from her face, my beautiful, sleeping girlfriend's face. That's right, we fucked, long and hard. I didn't have to do a lot but Patty was working at it. I know it felt wonderful to me and she said she liked it too. We finally fell asleep after midnight, holding each other. When I woke up, her head was resting on my breast. I'm still feeling a bit frisky. Where is that harness? Patty dropped all that stuff in the bathroom, said she was going to wash it all this morning. I carefully slip out of bed, letting her head rest on a pillow. Walking down the hall to the bathroom, naked, I feel light as a feather. The harness is on top of the pile, being the last one we used. It looks pretty clean already but she was very adamant about cleaning before use. A little soap and water should take care of it. It took bit of adjusting to get right, but once everything is tightened down, the fit is quite good. I can feel it bounce in front of me as I return to the bedroom. It really looked weird when I stopped and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. I slid my hand up and down it a few times, enjoying the motion it transferred to the part lodged firmly in my pussy. What does it feel like for a guy? To have this big thing bouncing around in front of them. I guess all guys aren't that big. When I get back to bed, Patty's still sleeping. I was hoping she would be, I want this to be a surprise. Moving slowly, I turn the sheet down, revealing her amazing body. How could you not love her boobs? And that cute little bottom? You just want to pick her up and hug her! I spread her legs just a bit to give me some room. I don't remember everything she did to me last night, a lot of it is part of an orgasmic blur, but I recall some of it. I hunch down over her pussy and spread the flesh with my fingers, then I begin to lick, suck and nibble, slowly at first but I pick up the pace when Patty starts to murmur in her sleep. Frankly, I'm surprised she hasn't woken up by now. Our fucking must have tuckered her out. I keep going until I see her head turn and eyes flutter. Quickly moving up over her body, I get the dildo positioned just barely into her vagina. I have to arch my back to keep us face to face. She yawns, stretching her arms, then smiles when she sees my face. I drop my head down and we kiss. "Good morning my gorgeous sleepy head" I say. "Ready for your Sunday surprise?" "What Sunday surpr ..." I push my hips forward a little bit. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?" "The same thing you did for me last night." I push forward again. "Remember?" "I remember! I remember! You don't have ..." "But I want to. You were so wonderful last night, I just wanted to return the favor." I pull back and push forward again. "It's only fair, right?" "Aahh aaahhhh, fair, yes, fair, but you don't have to go to all that trouble, eeeepp!" I pull back and push in harder. Patty was really working last night and I should be willing to do it just as hard for her. "It's no trouble. I've already got the equipment on." "I'm aware ... of that." "It's so strange how the motion at one end." Thrust. "Affects the other end." "Mmmmmmmm yeah mmmm ... isn't it ooooohhh." I can't bend down far enough to get my mouth on her breasts but I can hold myself up with one arm and use the other hand to tickle and pinch her nipples. Patty spent a lot of time playing with my nipples. When I touch hers, she grabs my wrist, hard, but I keep going and soon her hand falls away. By now, I think I'm all the way in. Pulling almost all the way out, I slam back in. Patty gasps, just like I did. I do it again. And again. "Huuhhh ... Gretch ... en ... you ... don't ... need ... aaahhh! ... no ... no ..." I pick up speed, still fondling her breast with my free hand. "Gretchen ... yoouuuu ... no ... no ... please!" I stop. Am I hurting her? "Please what, Patty?" I look down at her, her face is flush and she's breathing hard in sharp gasps. And there's that smell again. She has a strange look on her face. Maybe I am hurting her. I bend lower so we are eye to eye. "Patty, please what?" She bites her lower lip, chewing on it for a second or two. "Please ... don't stop" she says quietly. I kiss her and she responds ... and how. "Of course I won't stop, silly." I return to pounding away with the strap on. Patty stops talking, just gasping and moaning and the occasional giggle. Most of the time, she's got that bright beautiful smile of hers. We keep going for several minutes before my arm starts hurting. It's bearing all my weight. I need to change positions. "Patty?" "Huh?" she gasps. "Can we change positions? My arm's starting to hurt a bit." "Fine, whatever you want ... just don't stop." "I was thinking, if I stood next to the bed and you got on your knees ..." She quickly hops up from her back and rolls onto her hands and knees. "Like this?" I slide off the bed and step up behind her, the dildo at exactly the right point. Taking her hips in my hands, I slip the tip in with one smooth motion. I think Patty's as wet as I was. She actually wriggles her hips and pushes back against me, causing the other end to press into me. As I slide all the way in, we both groan at the same time. She looks back at me over her shoulder, smiling and wiggling her hips again. I giggle, then do several short, s