Visions or Dreams
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What am I doing? Kyle wondered as he walked up the front steps to his new apartment. Everything I had, everyone I knew is back in Kansas City. How did I end up here?
His question had been asked by many of his friends and relatives, and Kyle wasn't sure he had ever been able to convince them of his reasoning.
"It's a fresh start," he had mentioned each time he was asked. "Life was getting stale. I hated going to work. Things just weren't looking "up" for me like they used to. I needed a change of pace.
Most people had simply nodded at that, but not his sister Jamie. Kyle grinned, remembering their conversation. His older sibling had never been one to mince words, and tact had also never been a strong suit.
"What a load of horse shit," had been her exact words. "Why are you running away from us?" she had asked.
"What do you mean?" Kyle had asked weakly, certain that Jamie could see right through his flimsy story, positive she had ascertained his true reason for leaving the only city he'd ever called home.
"Work was fine here," she spat out. "Your family and friends are here! What the hell were you thinking?" she asked, and Kyle found himself amazed at the venom her heard in her voice. He had always thought himself closer to his younger brother, who had taken his explanation at face value. Jamie, on the other hand, actually seemed upset to see him go.
"I just... it was a good opportunity," he answered weakly. "They offered me a chance to move up, and I took it." It sounded flimsy to his own ears, and judging by the look of disgust on her face, Jamie seemed to agree. He hadn't lied though, however evasive he was. He really had hated going to work. Things weren't looking "up" like they used to. He did need a change of pace.
But in reality, Kyle knew he was running away, and he was sure that his sister knew the real reason. It had been almost three years, but still the memory haunted him.
Johanna.
There was just too much in Missouri that reminded him of her. Too many places they'd been together, jokes they'd laughed over, too many memories. He felt trapped in the past, a past without a hope of a future.
So he had taken the opportunity to transfer to a different department, in a different city in a different state. It wasn't really a step up the corporate ladder, although he would now have more people working under him than before. He would have more responsibilities and as such a larger paycheck, but there really wasn't that much difference between being the regional vice president of marketing and the assistant to the national vice president of marketing. Technically he was now being groomed for bigger and better things, but Kyle couldn't see that his move mattered, not in any substantial sense at least.
But he had taken the job anyway. Anything to get away from a house haunted by his wife's presence. And so here he was, hauling his suitcase up a flight of stairs towards his new home, still sweaty from the two days he had spent driving from Missouri to Washington.
"Welcome to Seattle," said his new landlord - Matthew was his name, Kyle remembered - an elderly man Kyle thought had probably fought in the Second World War.
"Thanks," he answered somewhat distractedly.
"If you need anything just holler," Matthew said. "Just be sure to holler real loud," he grinned, pointing at the rather large hearing aid protruding from his left ear. Kyle started as the old man's laugh suddenly turning to a hacking cough that seemed almost to shake his frail body to the bone.
"You okay?" he asked in concern, wondering where the nearest hospital was on the chance the man suddenly dropped unconscious... or worse.
"Haven't felt this good in years," the man cackled, turning to leave. "See you around," he said.
Kyle shook his head in wonder as the man shuffled away, his veiny hand gripping the bannister for support as he descended the apartment building's rickety staircase.
Somebody shoot me before I get that old, he thought to himself before opening the door to his new home.
Kyle groaned as his eyes swept over his new living room. The movers had certainly been meticulous in their care, but the large, well-stacked pile of boxes they had left behind would easily be more than a day's work for him to deal with.
Might as well get to it, he thought, pulling open the first box, simply marked "Miscellaneous."
More quickly than he might have imagined, Kyle began working his way through his belongings. Upon opening the third box, Kyle let out a groan and collapsed back into the one chair not occupied with the detritus of the moving process.
"Oh shit," he mumbled quietly, looking at the framed picture he now held in his hand. "I thought I got rid of that months ago, about the time you left me." Johanna, why can't you let me live in peace? he wondered, fighting the urge to smash the picture against the far wall.
Never again, swore Kyle the next morning as he walked into work. That's the last time I drink that much on an empty stomach, especially the night before such an important day. Kyle looked at the large clock suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the entryway, sighing with relief to see he was still a few minutes early.
Just enough time to stop off in the restroom and splash a little cold water on my face, he thought. Anything to make myself more presentable.
After a quick stop, Kyle found himself in front of a plain oak door while a harried woman appeared ready to jump up and block his way.
"What is it, Mrs. Montgomery?" he asked, a bit more harshly than he'd wanted, a product of too little sleep coupled with too much alcohol.
"Mr. Saunders?" the woman asked cautiously from behind her prefabricated desk. "It appears there was some trouble with your paperwork."
"What sort of trouble?" Kyle asked the woman, who now seemed ready to curl up and hide beneath her desk.
"We all knew you were arriving today," she said slowly, "but it appears the notice didn't make it to the entire team, and your new office isn't quite ready."
"That's fine," Kyle shrugged, reaching for the doorknob which to his surprise came off in his hand.
"Sorry," the secretary yelped, a look of panic on her face.
"That wasn't supposed to happen, was it?" Kyle laughed, trying to fit the knob back into place.
Finally the knob seemed secure and Kyle once more attempted to open the door, eventually succeeding in gaining access to his new work home. Kyle took one step into the room before stopping short, his progress slowed both by the overpowering paint fumes and a total lack of any office furniture, much less carpeting.
"I'm sorry," his secretary said again. "There's a temporary office set up for you."
"Where?" Kyle sighed wearily, wondering how much worse the day could go.
"Downstairs," was his secretary's answer. Kyle groaned inwardly, remembering his quick tour of the corporate headquarters.
"Not by..."
"By the phone room," she answered apologetically. "Sorry."
"It's okay," he shrugged. "I don't suppose it's your fault, is it?" he asked, trying to make light of the situation. Unfortunately his attempt at humor failed miserably.
"Absolutely not," his secretary almost huffed. "If it had been up to me, your office would have been finished last week, but no one asks me about these kind of things. And another thing," she continued, starting to build momentum, "were you aware that the contractors only showed up yesterday to start work? And they left early! I mean, if the assistant to the national..."
"I understand," Kyle laughed, surprised to realize he wasn't all that upset about his temporary location. If she talks this much all the time I won't be able to get any work done, he thought. Maybe this isn't that bad a thing after all.
"Are you sure?" she asked, seemingly near tears.
"Positive," he nodded. "Just point me in the right direction and I'll be out of your way. Fair enough?"
"Oh yes," she gushed. "Thank you!"
Soon, Kyle found himself trudging down a long hallway toward his new, temporary office. It was, as he had thought, far away from any of the other executives he was supposed to be working with, but at least it was cool in the basement, and instead of the constant chatter of voices and ringing of telephones, he was happy to hear only a dull roar of voices.
Mercifully, the key he had been given seemed to work in all the right doors and Kyle spent the next hour moving his desk and filing cabinets around the office. Eventually Kyle had the room to his liking and went off in search of something important.
"Excuse me," he asked an attractive woman, a brunette he estimated was only a few years younger than himself. "Where is the bathroom?"
"New guy, huh?" she asked.
"Yeah," he shrugged.
"That's cool. We all have to start somewhere."
"The bathrooms?" he repeated.
"Sorry! They're down that way," she answered, pointing with her left hand down the hallway. Not married, Kyle thought as he saw her fingers were devoid of any rings. Stop it, he shook his head slightly, but the years as a bachelor had produced habits too strong to break, even during the months when he had been a married man.
"Thanks," he answered out loud.
"No problem," the woman smiled, reaching out to shake his hand. "I'm Heather," she said brightly. Her fingers were cool to the touch and Kyle found himself growing slightly short of breath as her eyes locked into his own.
"Kyle," he answered. "Kyle Saunders."
"Nice to meet you, Kyle Saunders," she said. "You'd better hurry though," she grinned, releasing his hand. "You don't want to get on Estelle's bad side."
"Huh?" Kyle responded, mentally kicking himself. Smooth, he thought. Real smooth.
"Estelle," she laughed. "She'll be on my case just for getting a coffee. Don't let her catch you taking a long bathroom break."
"Who's Estelle?" Kyle asked, his curiosity overcoming his body's natural urge. Who is this girl? he wondered. And who does she think I am?
"Estelle Martin," the woman answered, questions crinkling the corners of her eyes. "Don't you work in the phone room?" she asked.
"No," Kyle answered. "I work upstairs, but my office isn't ready, so I'm down here, schlepping with you guys." Kyle paused, laughing lightly, the embarrassed expression on the woman's face evident.
"Oh my god," she stammered, the words running together into a long jumble. "I'm sorry! I just assumed you were new, but I suppose you're a little overdressed to be phone support," she said, glancing at his suit and tie.
"It's okay," he smiled. "I can normally do without the jacket, but I was trying to make a good impression on the first day."
"That you did," Heather answered, her eyes lingering on his chest and maybe, Kyle imagined hopefully, a point a bit further down. There was an awkward pause before Heather managed to pull her gaze back to Kyle's face and Kyle could see a flush forming on her cheeks as Heather realized she had been caught.
"I should go," Kyle said lightly, enjoying the moment as Heather fought her urge to run from the hallway. "Bathroom's calling me," he explained. "It was nice meeting you," he said.
"You too," Heather answered softly and before Kyle could say another word she had spun on her heel and began marching away. Kyle stood there, watching as the beige skirt Heather was wearing swished back and forth across her calves. Her legs were firm and tight, like those a dancer might have, and as he watched the smooth curve of her buttocks swaying from side to side Kyle was surprised to find himself beginning to become aroused, the first he could remember, since Johanna's death.
"Bathroom," he said quietly to himself, the image of Johanna's face a sudden intrusion into an otherwise pleasant moment. He shook his head, trying to remove her face from his memory but was unsuccessful.
After a long-needed journey to the bathroom, Kyle found himself alone in his office. The phone was still not connected to a working jack, and so the rest of his day went by in a blur and Kyle wondered if possibly he really wasn't expected until the next week.
Don't go looking for trouble, his first boss had told him. If someone wants you, let them come to you.
Kyle took those words to heart, taking time to organize and then reorganize his files and desk. Eventually six o'clock rolled around and Kyle took the stairs to the main floor. He was heading out the front doors when he heard a voice calling his name.
"Mr. Saunders!" he heard, and turned to see Heather running to catch up.
"Hey," he answered, smiling for the first time in many hours. "Good to see a familiar face."
"Thanks," she grinned, falling into step beside him. "How was your first day?" she asked.
"Good," he answered. "Things went fairly smoothly," he continued, "after I was accosted by this strange woman in the basement."
"What happened?" Heather asked.
"It was the strangest thing," Kyle replied, fighting to hold back a smile. "There I was, minding my own business, and this woman, out of nowhere comes up to me and tells me I should get back to work or I'd get in trouble!" He paused, watching as Heather processed the story, her look of puzzlement fast turning to one of embarrassed annoyance.
"You goof," she chided, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. "I thought something happened!"
"I'm just teasing," he grinned. "Actually, today was pretty boring. But I have to say, my office is about as clean as it will ever be."
"I'll have to stop by sometime," she said.
"Just watch out for Estelle," Kyle laughed as the two parted ways in the parking lot. "I hear she can be pretty strict about that sort of thing!"
"I will," Heather promised. "See you tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow," Kyle said, waving as he watched Heather get in her car and drive away.
Kyle's thoughts were a conflicted mess on his drive home. For three years he had remained alone, envisioning himself a celibate tribute to his wife's memory. For three years he had fought the offers of blind dates or one night stands out of respect to Johanna, but suddenly he found himself, for the first time since her death, thinking of another woman.
What's happening? he wondered as he pulled into his parking space in front of his apartment complex.
Sighing lightly in confusion, Kyle climbed the stairs and entered his apartment, his sigh turning to a groan as he realized the job of unpacking was barely started. Rolling up his sleeves, Kyle grabbed another box and roughly tore it open. As he worked, he found himself thinking of Johanna, her face occasionally replaced by that of Heather, a woman he had just met and barely knew.
Unfortunately the rest of the office seemed to realize Kyle was in the building by the next morning, and by the time he reached his temporary office in the basement Kyle had been accosted by numerous people wanting to set up lunch or stop by for a meeting.
What's this going to be like when I'm not down in the basement? he thought. I wonder if I'm going to miss the solitude once I'm back on the ninth floor?
Just then Kyle heard a knocking on his door and he barked out a sharp, "come in!"
"Sorry to bother you," he heard a soft voice say, recognizing it immediately as belonging to Heather.
"Hey," he said, the tension in his face relaxing noticeably as he recognized his guest. "Sorry to sound so harsh. I thought you were someone else wanting some face time with me," he apologized.
"Face time, huh?" she grinned, walking up and leaning against the corner of his desk. "With you? I think I like the sound of that."
Kyle frowned, trying to parse what she had said, finally blushing slightly when he realized her meaning. Could she possibly be serious? he wondered. It had been years since he'd had to use his "signal" sensors. Johanna had been his first girlfriend in junior high, and only the fact that he had been so intent on his career had kept the two of them from marrying right out of college. It was one of the biggest regrets of his life that he had only been able to be her husband for seven months before the drunk driver took her life.
"You would?" he finally managed, looking up at the woman now leaning down toward him. Her movement caused the blouse she was wearing to stretch dangerously tight over her breasts, and Kyle gulped as he realized she wasn't wearing anything under the thin blue cotton.
"I would," she grinned, smiling impishly as she leaned close. "I saw you yesterday and something just clicked, you know?" she asked, her breath hot against his cheek.
Suddenly there was another knock at the door and Kyle crashed back into his chair in his haste to present an innocent looking scene to whoever might be wanting his attentions. Heather just grinned, slipping off his desk to answer the door.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Saunders," said a large, brusque woman as she barreled into the tiny office. "I was wondering if you'd seen one of my workers. She's about this tall," she said, holding her hand about five and a half feet off the ground. "She has brown hair and she's supposed to be in the phone room," the woman, who Kyle assumed was the famous Estelle, explained.
"Oh?" he asked. "Are you looking for..."
"Me?" Heather asked, turning to face the older woman.
"Heather!" she sputtered, looking in disbelief as Heather grinned at her. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Mr. Saunders was just about to give me dictation," she said, dragging out the last word, causing Kyle to cough uncontrollably in his nervousness.
"I was? I mean, yes, I was," he stammered. Heather winked at him before turning back to Estelle.
"See?"
"But... but you're needed in the phone room!" she said.
"I'm sorry," Heather apologized. "He saw me yesterday, and asked me to come into his office for a little one on one. He said we should set up some face time together. Is that okay?" she asked.
"I... I don't know..."
"It's probably a good idea," offered Kyle, beginning to warm to the situation. "I've been thinking that while I'm down here, it would be a good idea to have someone... a personal assistant. Someone to work underneath me, you know?" he said seriously to a confused Estelle, while Heather fought back laughter behind the rattled woman.
"Well, I... she's supposed to be in the phone room..." she tried again.
"I'm sure it won't be a problem," Kyle said. "Why don't you run down to human resources and see if you can't go about getting her transferred to my office?"
"I... I suppose so," Estelle muttered, turning to leave.
The office was deathly quiet as she exited the office, Kyle and Heather both waiting until the door had closed before bursting into laughter.
"Someone to work under you?" gasped Heather.
"A little one on one?" laughed Kyle.
"She's gone, isn't she?" Heather asked.
"She is. I'm assuming that was Estelle?"
"It was indeed. Now you've met her," laughed Heather.
"And what a lovely person she seems to be," nodded Kyle quickly, before turning serious. "Is this going to get you in trouble?" he asked. "That all happened kind of quickly, and I'm not even sure if I did the right thing."
"Oh, God yes," Heather answered. "I've been waiting to get out of the phone room for months! I applied to be in the secretarial pool, but haven't had the opportunity to move out of the phone room, so this is perfect!"
"Well, good. So, you really can take dictation?" Kyle asked.
"Mmm hmm," she answered coyly before licking her lips suggestively. "I can take it, all right."
"Stop it," Kyle chided her, turning look at the door. "Someone might hear you."
"Sorry," she grinned meekly. "I'll be good."
"Good," Kyle nodded.
"Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you'd like me to be bad," she answered.
"I'll... I'll keep that in mind," Kyle said slowly, wondering what he might be getting himself into. In the space of two days he had gone from a certified loner, morbidly brooding over his loss, to trading innuendoes with a woman he had apparently just hired as his personal assistant.
What's going on? he wondered once again.
As it turned out, nothing much was going on for the next few weeks. Kyle's new office was ready after a week, and he and Heather had the unenviable task of relocating all his work from the basement up to the ninth floor. It took a day of work, but at last Kyle had a place, and with the help of Heather even felt comfortable in his new job.
"I couldn't have done this without you," he said sincerely one night. "I know this maybe wasn't the escape from the phone room you were imagining, but I just wanted to say thanks for all your help. So... thanks."
"You're welcome," Heather answered slowly. "And don't apologize for anything... this was exactly like I'd imagined it would be. Yes, the work is hard. Yes, it can be monotonous, but still... this is what I signed up for when I applied. This beats answering branch office telephone calls any day of the week!"
"Well, good. I'm glad to hear it," Kyle answered.
"Can I ask you a question?" Heather asked hesitantly. "I'm sorry if I'm being nosy, but I just have to know."
"Go on," Kyle said. "What's your question?"
"I was just wondering... do you like me?" she asked.
"Heather! Of course I like you, why would you even wonder?" Kyle replied.
"Well... I was just wondering... how come you've never asked me out?"
"What?"
"You know, like on a date? Is there something wrong with me?"
"Oh, Heather... there's nothing wrong with you! I just..."
"What?" she asked insistently.
I'm still in love with my dead wife! he wanted to shout. Instead he remained silent, the shaking of his head his only movement, refusing to speak any more.
"Fine," Heather hissed, grabbing her coat and purse and stomping out of the office. "See you tomorrow, sir."
"Oh shit," Kyle moaned, allowing himself to lean down on his desk, his head in his arms as he fought back a scream of frustration. Johanna... why can't I just let you go?!?
"How's life, young sir?" asked his landlord Matthew that evening as Kyle trudged passed the apartment complex's offices.
"Okay, I guess," he shrugged. "It could be worse."
"That doesn't sound too good to me," the old man chuckled. "And I'm listening to you through a piece of plastic!" he said, pointing as usual to his hearing aid. "So what you said must have sounded really bad to a person who could hear!"
"It's fine," said Kyle, grinning at the man in spite of himself. "I just... I had a rough time at work."
"Woman problems, eh?" said the old man sagely, nodding his head in understanding. "Is it about your wife?"
Kyle spun his head around to look at the old man, his eyes open wide in surprise. "My wife?" he stammered. "How... how did you know?"
"It's my ears that are bad. My eyes are still pretty good," the man cackled. "And this is what I see... I see you, a young feller, all on his own in a dingy little apartment in my building. You don't have any kids running around or a woman waiting for you, but you have a ring on your finger like maybe you used to."
Kyle looked down guiltily at his left hand. Indeed, he was still wearing his wedding ring, although it had been mentioned to him by more than one friend that the time had probably come to take it off, but Kyle couldn't stand the thought.
"I couldn't," he said. "I couldn't stand to get rid of it."
"Did she leave you?" the man asked, squinting his eyes to look at Kyle more closely when Kyle shook his head. "Nah... you don't seem like the type of guy a woman leaves."
"She... she passed away," Kyle finally managed to say quietly.
"Well, if I didn't just step all over your emotions," Matthew said. "I do apologize. You want to talk about it?" he asked. "It might do you some good."
"I... I don't know if I can."
"It'll be all right," the old man said. "Why don't you start by telling me about her. What was her name?"
"Johanna," Kyle answered.
"Pretty name. How'd you two meet?"
"We... I don't know... I always just knew her."
"High school sweetheart?" the man laughed. "Those are nice. I married my sweetheart too. Why don't you tell me about her."
So Kyle did, starting slowly at first but eventually, to his surprise beginning to tell stories and explain feelings he's kept bottled up inside for a long time. At last he got to the most painful story, the tale of a rainy November day, a long night of work and a driver who never should have been allowed to get behind the wheel of his pickup truck.
"Ah shit... how long ago did it happen?" the old man asked.
"About... she died about three years ago," Kyle said.
"Hmm... and yet you're still wearing the ring, are you?" Matthew asked.
Kyle looked down in surprise at his hand. He didn't wear the ring all the time, in fact he had never worn it to work, but sometimes he found himself slipping it on his finger when he was around the house.
"Yes," whispered Kyle as he took off the ring and put it in his pocket. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry my ass!" blurted the old man. "Don't you ever be sorry for loving someone so much, you hear me?"
"Sorry," Kyle apologized again, causing the old man to smile. Kyle looked up in surprise, a hurt expression on his face, quickly turning to anger as the old man began to laugh.
"I'm sorry," he said finally, waving his hands in the air by way of apology. "I am not mocking you... I just... never mind. I'm sorry I laughed, but she sounds like a lovely girl, and you should consider yourself lucky to have known her, to have loved her."
"I do," Kyle said, nodding vigorously. "I am lucky."
"And you should consider yourself a fool too," the man continued.
"What?"
"A damn fool, in fact. What do you think Johanna would want for you?" the old man asked.
"To be happy," Kyle answered.
"And are you? Are you happy?"
"I... I think so."
"Bull shit," the man spat out. "I look at you and you're not happy. You mope around all day when you're not working, and you sit in front of the television at night. You don't go out, you don't meet people, you just... sit around like a lump. Is that what your wife would want? Is that how you'd want her to see you?"
"No," answered Kyle sullenly. "I suppose not."
"Damn right, she wouldn't. One thing I don't understand though... for a spell, a couple weeks ago, you looked downright chipper when you came home from work... don't think I didn't hear you whistling on the stairs as you walked past my rooms. What was that all about?"
"That was Heather," Kyle sighed wistfully.
"Heather, eh?" Matthew asked, eying Kyle carefully. "I thought as much," he claimed.
"You did?" Kyle asked in disbelief.
"Yup. Thought you seemed like a fellow who might be in love. Then today you're a basket case. What happened?"
"We... I acted like... what did you say? Like a damn fool at work."
"Because of Heather?"
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"I think... I know she likes me, but I pushed her away."
"Because of your wife?" asked Matthew gently.
"Yes," Kyle practically sobbed. "What's wrong with me?" he pleaded, looking to the elderly man for guidance. "What can I do?" The grizzled old landlord looked at him intently for a moment before answering.
"Tell her," he said. "Tell her what happened. It'll be good for you, and she'll understand."
Kyle sighed heavily.
"I'll do that," he said. "I will."
"Good," Matthew said. "Now help me up," he laughed, reaching out his hand and Kyle helped pull the old man up from the stairs.
"You know, for an old single guy, you're pretty smart," Kyle admitted grudgingly.
"Don't be so sure of that," Matthew laughed, reaching into his pocket. He held out his open hand revealing a thin band of gold. "It took me a long time to get over Helen," he said softly. "It took a long damn time."
"You're going to tell her," Kyle said quietly to himself the next morning as he rode the elevator up to the ninth floor. "You're going to walk into your office and tell her everything."
To his surprise however, when Kyle opened his office door it wasn't Heather, but another secretary who looked up at him expectantly.
"I'm sorry, sir," she apologized. "I'm not quite up to speed on your projects. I only found out this morning that I would be working for you."
"Where's Heather?" he asked.
"Who?"
"Heather... my old assistant. What happened to her?"
"I... I don't know. I could find out," she offered.
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Tom didn’t sleep well despite the orgasm. After a couple of fitful hours, he lay awake and struggled with a brain gone wild. Soon it would be dawn, and they’d have to leave the cave or risk being found by the killers. How far would they get in their condition? Hunger gnawed at his stomach. Willow was acting a little off center. The softness of her body had its own distracting appeal. Tom’s train of thought derailed as she cuddled against him like a security blanket. Her sleep appeared...
Tom woke up with a booming kettledrum between his ears. With every heartbeat, his temples throbbed. Gradually, the events from the night before replayed like glimpses through a fog, but he clearly recalled the climactic parts — the Hannah parts. The sun was already above the window frame and Hannah wasn’t in bed. Rolling onto his side, Tom checked the clock — 10:00am. He groaned, fell back and tried to lie still, hoping the ache would cease and desist. But the need to pee eventually surpassed...
Chief Morris waited until the barbecue grill was good and hot and his libido was good and cold before wandering back into the kitchen. He slipped up behind his wife, Annie, and kissed her neck. ‘I love you.’ Annie spun around within his embrace, and hissed, ‘She knows!’ ‘Who? What?’ After a glance at the door, she whispered, ‘Penny knows about us… and Hannah. Hannah told Penny her secrets and how she would turn her life around if people gave her a chance.’ Willie chuckled and pulled her...
Thomas Dubois stood outside the Midway Motel office and watched the gray clouds rake across the jagged mountaintops. The leaves were gone from the trees, and with them the tourist season. Business was dead, and that left too much time to think. It had been a busy summer and autumn, the cabins were filled almost every night. Tom handled everything alone, which didn’t leave any time for self-pity. During the day, he forgot about Hannah Roundtree, but at night she haunted his dreams. A...
The cop folded his notebook, left a business card on the desk, and headed for the door. ‘Ms. Roundtree, don’t drag Tom into something he doesn’t deserve. Call me, when you want to talk.’ He stood in the doorway, turned back and pointed at his Coke bottle on the desk. ‘I forgot my soda.’ Before Tom could react, Hannah jumped up, grabbed the bottle, and handed it to the officer. She didn’t know if Tom had a criminal record, but she wouldn’t risk it. The man was right. Tom deserved better. ...
A police barricade blocked the road ahead. Hannah spotted the red strobes of emergency vehicles parked in front of the Midway Motel and her stomach tied itself into a noose. Afraid that something terrible had happened to Tom, she jumped out of the truck and sprinted past the row of hissing flares. ‘Hey, Lady, stop!’ The sheriff, standing guard, was too fat and too slow to do anything except shoot her in the back or radio to the officers ahead. Fortunately, he chose the latter. Police chief...
Hopelessness squeezed Hannah’s stomach and tears filled her eyes. The wet laundry turned into a blur of colors, as she pulled each item from the washer and threw it into the dryer. The basement screen door creaked open and slammed shut. Approaching footfalls were heavy. They stopped close behind her. ‘Come back outside when you’re done.’ Chief Willie’s tone was flat and demanding. Hannah asked, ‘Why?’ although she knew the answer. ‘We’re not finished yet.’ She stopped and focused on the...
The television droned baseball play-by-play as Police Chief Morris stared out the rain streaked window. His fingers absently traced over the swollen belly of his wife, Annie. ‘Willie, if you’re not going to pay attention to the game, then pay attention to me.’ He smiled down at her. Smiles didn’t come naturally, but she could make him with just one word, ‘Willie’. ‘That’s better. You almost look happy to be here.’ ‘I’ve never been happier.’ It was true. Funny how this second marriage...
Chief Willie Morris delayed going home as long as possible. The sky cleared and the sun had been up for an hour, when he pulled into his driveway. Several more minutes passed, until he gathered enough courage to go inside. The smell of sizzling bacon greeted his empty stomach. Annie was in the kitchen, humming a tune with the contentment he once found so cheerful and now found unnerving. ‘There you are!’ The flimsy robe split open when she walked to him. ‘Your breakfast is going to get cold.’...
It was a miracle that Tom was able to hold back his orgasm. If Hannah had touched him, or thrust a few more times, he couldn’t have prevented a seminal eruption. Fortunately, things worked according to plan, or didn’t work in this case. Determined to show her that she was more than a sex object, he willfully fought against pleasure. While she fucked him, he mentally inventoried his truck, balanced his bank account and calculated his modest investment dividends to the end of the year. There was...
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I pulled the old Yamaha behind the tree and turned off the motor, immediately missing the thrum and vibration under my legs. Dropping the kick stand I allowed the cycle to lean over as I slid my leg across the tank and dismounted. Slapping my helmet down on the point of the sissy-bar backrest and stretching I took a deep breath of the early-morning mountain air. I unbuttoned my denim jacket and allowed it to hang open, I wore no shirt and the cool air felt good on my bare skin. Dropping the key...
I started my kissing her tenderly passionately as my hand caressed those nice breasts my thumb and fore finger tenderly pulling on her nipples as I tenderly kissed her deeper more passionately. She took off her blouse and bra as we were tenderly passionately. She opened her mouth thus letting my slide in to meet hers. I then started working my way to her neck tenderly licking and kissing her earlobe, she let out a soft moan ooooo . Just like the ones I heard that night Cumming from her...
I am John. I moved in with my stepmom Jessica after my dad divorced her for a new woman, after he cheated on Jessica with her. I hated that my dad did that to Jessica because she was the nicest Step Mom ever. She moved to a town called Fredale; a weird town. I have only seen women who are very tall. Must be what's in the water. Jessica asked me to go to the store and pick up some burgers and buns, so I did. I was walking for around 20 minutes and saw some very pretty women. They were tall and...
TranssexualBus IncidentThis is a true incident – memories of which are still very vivid in my mind .. I am a 32 year old housewife, mother of a 6 year old k** and I have a fair amount of fucking experience with my husband. I have a dusky complexion & consider myself attractive & have a good well maintained figure of 36-32-38, of which I am pretty proud. A couple of months ago, I had to travel to my native place on an emergency. My husband’s elder brother’s son, Senthil, who is staying at our...
Sadan pulls his cock from Michele's anus with an audible plop. Semen mixed with lubricant run in a rivulet from Michele's anus down her thigh and soak into her tattered stockings. Sadan wipes his cock on the remains of her ripped panties and then pushes Michele facedown on the bed. "You have performed well my pretty putta; better even than this afternoon. I'm glad I waited to fuck your infidel arse," Sadan spanks Michele's buttocks and reaches for his robe. Michele lies there panting...
It started out as another case of me-and-my-big-mouth. I was down at my parents' and had wandered into the livingroom in time to catch the last snatch of a conversation. My sister Ria was saying stuff about closing up her cottage for the winter. Figuring that to be a pretty tough sport and feeling full of false magnanimity, I volunteered, "Well gosh, Ria, I'd certainly come out and help, not that I could get time away from the kids or afford the airfare." I really would have been just as...
Getting stood up sucks, especially on Valentine’s Day – ESPECIALLY by your partner. When Parker Ambrose’s girlfriend bails on him to hang out with her friends, he is left feeling pretty down. He’s got presents to give and nobody to give them too! Turns out his sexy stepmom Armani Blace is in a similar situation too, with her man abandoning her on this of all days! But busty Armani seems to perk up when she notices the gift bag intended for Parker’s girlfriend. She...
xmoviesforyouArriving home after being shopping in town I was surprised to see my sixteen year old nephew Alan’s bike leaning against the garage, he was the 16year old schoolboy who I had seduced in the summer-house in our garden a few weeks before. I suddenly had the urge for hopefully a repeat performance at seeing his bike there. Going into the house all was quiet, perhaps he was in the bathroom with my knickers, he’d told me that when he goes to my bathroom, he rummages through my washing basket for my...
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IncestPART TWENTY-THREE: BABY-SAT My body slowly becomes my own. Sweat pours down my back. I lean over and peer down the hallway to watch Owens pay for my pizza dinner as Stewart holds the pizza. Kevin the pizza guy winks at me and turns to leave with a wave to the group. Ass! Owens steps into the house! Oh no! Get out! I can't speak. He looks right at me and smiles. "Are we playing dress-up tonight?" he asks loudly. I know he's really asking me but Jenny answers. "Yes!" she...
Initials got further praise from Ms. Rawlings during the showing in class the next day. Amid a collection of generic school shots, my set was quite different. “Matt, would you like to explain your difficulties with this one?” she asked, holding up the courtyard photo. I stumbled my way through a description of the process she’d shown me, getting confused several times with the negative-to-negative aspect of the exposure. When I finished, Ms. Rawlings gave the method a name. “That’s called...
This story could go in a number of different categories. I chose ‘Romance’. It could have easily been Erotic couples or Loving wife. The story will be posted in four chapters due to the length. My editor has chosen not to be recognized. I hope you enjoy the story. Chapter 1 Ever since I was a kid I remember the sound of the ice cream truck coming down the street. Like every other kid on the block I’d run into the house and yell, ‘Mom! The ice cream truck is coming.’ Most of the time she would...
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During our marriage I had been messing around with a cute little 20-year old named Chelsea. I knew she liked me since she had been with me since before I became rich. I hated living alone so I invited her to move in with me. Chelsea is a little thick, but that's how I like my women. She had curves and the most perfect set of tits. She loved fucking and sucking cock and never said no. Hell, if she was on her period she'd either suck me off or let me fuck her ass. She was also bisexual, so...
Like any young guy I’d thought about sex a lot growing up. I’d masturbated and fantasized about my neighbours daughters, my teachers, and just about every woman or girl I knew, but I’d never felt like pursuing sex. By the time I got engaged I still hadn’t had sex, and as it happened neither had my fiancee. In the months leading up to the wedding I took care of myself on a regular basis, and due to the fact that my fiancee was back overseas where she was from, still...
Winter, ‘Wonder’ & Sex? Why Yes! Every year for the past ten, my husband and I have had the pleasure of spending our January anniversary in the mountains of Georgia. Del and I are a quite fond of winter weather. Every year we rent the same log cabin for a week-end. Usually the same couple goes with us each year but, our 2010 trip was different. Our dear friends were unable to go due to work. We decided to invite Mark and Anna. They were our neighbors, we had just known them a year, but we often...
She is a beautiful 36 year old with light brown hair and a shapely body that I can tell other men find attractive. I have always had fantasies about seeing her with other men, and enjoyed reading about wife sharing on the internet and in magazines, but only began to talk about them to Jo about a year ago. Since then we have often enjoyed talking about my fantasies whilst we make love, describing how I would watch another man take her and make her cum. About two weeks ago, whilst we...
My name is Barbie. Everyone calls me Barbie because I am small and I have long blond hair. I am the smallest in my class. My real name is Ashley. Before you ask, I do not like Barbie's. I never played with them. I suppose when you have hair down to your shoulders, then people think you look like a girl and call you Barbie. I am eleven years old.I got this diary today. So I might as well write in it. It is a purple one with a bear and heart on the cover. It has a lock on it. I might as well use...
Australian bombshell Yasmin Scott came to the states for big American cocks, and director Mike Adriano provides his in a filthy anal audition. The ravenous slut’s see-through lingerie exposes her mountainous breasts as she flaunts and fondles her tender holes. Yasmin kneels for a sloppy, asshole rimming suck session, drenching the lens in drool and lewdly licking it off. Mike ruthlessly invades her puckered butthole; she deep-throats dick ass-to-mouth, talks dirty while he porks her ass,...
xmoviesforyouSo I went to school, got bullied like always, the same 3 big guys, they are one year over my grade, one escorted me in the bathroom, they told me to get undress, I told them, come on guys, do we have to do this every time? They said, Yes, we have too, in till you understand that your ass belong to us, I said, but I do everything you guys ask me too, they said very mad, stop winning and get ready for your Boss unless you want to get a beating again, I said, OK, Ok, ok, no beating again, just do...
"Cast off all lines and run up the mainsail, matey!" yelled Big Bob Smith and that's how it had started out, as just a two to three week sailing adventure but what it turned into was something else. Bob knew that I had always wanted to go sailing but didn't know anything about it so when he had to make a short trip to the Windward Islands he invited me along to keep him company. It was going to be an easy sail out to the South and East of Florida to visit some of the islands East of Cuba....
you couldn't describe it any other way! Like a cartoon character confronted by something they could comprehend, she stood in the doorway with her mouth open and her eyes wide, almost popping from her head. Only a minute earlier she had arrived home from school, an afternoon of playing rounders on the field under the hottest sun of the summer had worn her out. Letting herself in without her usual burst of 11 year old energy, she had dropped her school bag in the hall and wearily climbed the...
I always could remember that time I was over my friend Ben’s house his mom would be home. She was a petite woman, about 5’2 in height. She had a pretty figure for a 30 year old woman. Her breasts were nice, about 36c from my guess. They were firm and always swayed when she walked. She had a slim waist, it wasn’t super model thin but… it curved, in a very hypnotic way. She had thick thighs and an ass to die for. Her skin was lightly tanned and looked smooth and soft to the touch. She had a mass...
“So you haven’t seen that before?” I heard that familiar sexy voice. I was in the open terrace holding a padded maroon bra and I turned back to see Kanika smiling at me. Kanika was my neighbor. Newly married, fair in complexion, her skin is like coated in butter. So supple and soft. Long hair which just ends above her waist, perky full breasts. Not big but just perfect. She was a ravishing doll. She had this habit of tying her saree low waist and I would constantly drool at her butter tummy. I...
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(They thought that the skeleton was just one of those plastic ones, brought along by one of the party guests ... who knew that he'd invited himself to the party!) "Penny! My darling ... good to see you again!" Greg declared extravagantly, as she opened the door to him. "Hello Greg – I'm so glad that you could make it!" She smiled up sweetly at him, as she braced herself for his bone crushing hug, and he didn't even notice her lack of sincerity. "Am I the last one to arrive?" he...
Checking the speed carefully and adjusting the helm, I glanced back behind the Riva. Bianca's hair had grown longer in the last year. It now streamed out behind her. She still insisted on white bikinis but was now, at fifteen and a half years old, filling them out with slightly more mature lines, yet she remained a slender, willowy girl. I watched her ride the single water-ski, holding the towrope handle with one hand, her other waving to me - the signal. She gave me a smile. I waved back,...
***A Stranger in the Cemetery*** The sky was darker than normal as I made my way home from school. The wind whipping and howling, scattering dead leaves in all directions. The branches on the naked trees waving as the brisk cool air swirled around me. A loud boom of thunder can be heard in the near distance, followed by a steady mist of rain bouncing off all surfaces. I looked into the sky, squinting as the raindrops became heavier and noticed the storm will likely intensify;...
Many thanks to SBrooks for his invaluable advice and editing. If there’s anything that still doesn’t work, it’s probably something I chose not to follow his suggestion about. Rose Valley, Oregon, population 1134, is located about two hours southeast of Portland at the eastern edge of the Mount Hood National Forest. Rose Valley is home to the Maitland Mills, a specialty supplier of natural, organic and heirloom grain-based products. Founded in 1907, the Mills were handed down through three...
Alex soon realized that Mr. Smith had not been idle while she was working in the bar upstairs. It was, if she had been able to admit it, quite clever. Diabolically clever. It was, she decided, driving her insane. Sweetly and pleasurably insane. She watched the big armature stop at the end of its long arc, then slowly gather speed. Gritting her teeth to keep from screaming again, Alex watched the pendulum sweep towards her crotch, then begin to rise just as it was about to touch her at the...
Amanda's first time By Jaine Rayner There I was, standing on her doorstep, dressed in my best attire - I had got her number from "www.punternet.com" and phoned her up about three hours ago and booked this appointment... +++ Hiya, Its Tanya here, how can I help you? Well, I really would like to book an appointment with you, but I'm a bit nervous of one or two things... Like What? There's no need to be nervous of me, I can cater for most things - your hearts desire - and...
Kayley Gunner and Jasmine Wilde are ready for an afternoon of passion. Their caresses are soft and sweet as they relearn each other’s bodies with the palms of their hands. Between kisses, they gradually undress one another from their lingerie bras and thongs. It’s not long before Jasmine has her mouth on Kayley’s generous breasts while Kayley presses her palm to the heart of Jasmine’s sexual pleasure. Stripping Kayley out of her thong entirely, Jasmine gets to work...
xmoviesforyouMY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 2 DINNER Please read part one before continuing here. The game we had started this morning had started out as teasing. Rach, my sister, had begun it, and after making me cum, had both escalated, and most defiantly taken the lead in our game. I was trying to come up with a way to even the score as I belatedly followed her into the house. It couldnt be a coincidence that, the same morning I spied on her through her web-cam, she had introduced a sexual...
Just look at her. What a pervert. Brooklyn Chase rubbing another one out. Hubby’s away, and she’s lonely. Brooklyn’s just three minutes into finger banging herself when she notices you there, in the room, just staring. And how does she put it? “I could use some dick!” Which is exactly what Brooklyn proceeds to do. She’s a cheater alright, and with Hubby away, Brooklyn will use your dick to finish what she just started. In all three holes!! Starting with her...
xmoviesforyouThis story is lengthy so everyone can see how this event unfolded. I hope everyone enjoys the summer I graduated high school! Ding dong. I heard my phone from the other room. ‘Hey what’s up?’ The text read from Ashton read. ‘Not much. What about you?’ I replied back. ‘Not a whole lot. Just on my way home from the city. I’m really bored.’ -Ashton ‘Yeah me too. What are you doing tonight?’ -Me ‘I’m not sure. Probably nothing.’ -Ashton ‘Oh okay. Yeah same here.’ -Me ‘Do you wanna come over and...
It was two days later that Alena received an unusual request that intrigued her: Love your Pics. We're having a bachelor Party Tomorrow night. Can you do four of us? $1200 interest you??? Call _________ after 4. Alena didn't respond for several hours. It was a lot of money. Each guy apparently putting up $300 to fuck her. When she finally called, it was a guy named Gary that she spoke with. "Yeah, we'll be at the Blue Heron Inn. It's a motel on Route 72." "I know where it is,"...
Chrissy looks at me with those big beautiful blue eyes, touching my face with her hand which sends tingling sensations down my body. What do I have to lose? There will now be three of us in this relationship. I smile at Chrissy, lean forward and kiss her. Our tongues meet and it is enough to waken all my desires and more. I push her down on the rug and start kissing and licking her all over. I grab her breasts and squeeze her nipples. I can hear Paul clicking away with the camera. “Give me the...
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