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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

My babysitter turns shoplifter

My babysitter turns shoplifter
By: Skizzy (skizzerinkus@hotmail.com)

My name is Greg, I'm 27 years old, married with a set of twin boys at home that are 11 months old. I just returned from Iraq 6 months ago and got a job at a department store as head of store security. I guess they figured that if I could cut it as a Marine MP, I could handle a few shoplifters.

I soon got indoctrinated about the attitude of some of these teenage juvenile delinquents that would scream that their rights were being violated or that we didn't have the right to interrogate them without their attorney being present!

Two or three times a day, the security guards would bring me in a shoplifter and I'd go through the whole "tough guy" image and that this was "going to follow you the rest of your life" speech. Usually they would start to breakdown and cry when I'd pick up the phone to supposedly call the police to press formal charges, although we rarely took it to that level.

Yesterday, I had something happen I never thought would! I was sitting in my office and got a call over the radio that Bruce, one of the security guards, was bringing in a girl for trying to shoplift a $180 necklace. When the door opened and Bruce brought in the girl, I didn't even look up at first as I was trying to finish up some paperwork. When I finally did look up, there stood the daughter of my neighbor, Sally! I dismissed Bruce and turned to address Sally (who didn't look the least bit upset that she'd been caught stealing.

Now before I continue, I have to tell you that Sally was a fucking hottie! She did everything she could to look, dress and act like Paris Hilton. Her hair was short blonde, her legs were long and slender and her outfit was screaming "fuck me" with her nearly see-through blouse, no bra and micro-mini skirt all resting on 4" heels. She had also been our babysitter a couple months ago when we had to be out at a banquet. I had lusted after her then and she seemed even hotter now as I stared at her, trying to maintain my professional image.

She remained standing as I moved around to my desk and sat down. "Sally, what did you think you were doing stuffing this necklace in your purse without paying for it?" I asked sternly.

"It's no big deal Greg, everybody does it!" she said matter-of-factly.

I was a bit surprised she called me by my first name. I watched her as she leisurely paced around on the other side of my desk. It was hard not to zero in on her visible nipples as she strode around.

"This kind of thing could go on your record and follow you for years to come!": I said trying to sound convincing. "Besides, you can afford things like this, why did you do it?

She stepped towards my desk, put her hands on the edge of the desk and leaned over and said "For the thrill of it........ Don't you ever do anything just for the thrill of it?" Sally said with an evil little look on her face.

I was suddenly looking right down the front of her blouse at her exposed "B" cup tits and my eyes betrayed me. How could this little 18 year old be so fucking cocky and disinterested!

Then she straightened back up, turned and stepped away from my desk a few feet and sat down on the sofa that faced me. She sat down with a "plop" and immediately crossed her legs. I was immediately reminded of the scene with Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct where she's being interrogated by the cops and she crosses her legs and shows her bare pussy just to gain a reaction. Well there I was getting a pretty clear view of Sally pussy through a pair of very sheer panties!

I'm sure my next couple of sentences were absolute gibberish as I tried to remain the "under-control law enforcement type". Sally re-crossed her legs and finally stood up and looked right at me.

"Let's get to it!" she said as she started to unbutton her light-weight blouse and before I could protest, she whipped it open and flung it to the floor.

"Sally, what are you doing? Stop it!" I said in a very unconvincing tone as she unbuckled the oversized belt that held up her mini skirt and with a quick flick of her fingers, the zipper fell open and the skirt was on the floor leaving her standing there in sheer panties and 4' high heels!

"Damn it Sally, put your clothes back on!" I said in a loud whisper as she started to come around the edge of my desk and stood just an arm-length away.

I watched as if in a trance as she slowly sank to her knees and ran her hands up the inside of my thighs and her fingers soon found my raging hard-on. Like a professional hooker, her fingers worked to unleash my cock while the whole time, her eyes stayed focused on mine. It was like some weird fantasy as she gripped my cock and slipped the bulbous head into her mouth and started swirling her tongue around and around as her fist pumped up and down my shaft.

I couldn't utter a word! I had gone from being a big, tough guy ready to send this little teenager home in tears to being frightened for my own life and well being. I was imagining someone walking in on us and having her scream "Rape" or having my boss find out and have me fired in a nano-second! But still, having this incredibly beautiful young girl kneeling between my outstretched legs and sucking my entire cock into her mouth was more important than anything right then.

I started to moan "Oh Sally........Oh yes Sally!" as I rocked my hips and fucked her sexy mouth.

It was as if she could sense I was getting too excited too fast, so she pulled her mouth off my cock and stood up. I sat there with my cock waiving straight up in the air as she peeled off her panties. Then she seductively turned around, backed up and slowly reached down to grab hold of my erect cock and guide it into her pussy. As she lowered down, I spread her ass cheeks apart and marveled at the pretty bald cunt that was enveloping my shaft. She expertly rotated her cunt around and rose up and down all the while she fondled my balls. My hands circled around her waist and I cupped her perfectly shaped breasts and rolled the nipple around in my fingers as I thrust up into her milky pussy.

I knew this was far from being her first time with a man and I wondered how many guys she'd fucked in her short young life. She seemed to enjoy my attentions on her nipples and she cooed "Ya, I like that, pinch em' harder while you fuck me."

The sounds of wet sex seemed to fill the room as her cunt got wetter and wetter and our fucking got more and more vigorous! Soon she was bouncing up and down the full length of my cock-shaft and squeezing and releasing my balls as if she were milking them.

"God your cock feels so fucking good inside me........ fuck me harder Greg.......Harder!" Sally groaned.

I grabbed a hold of her hips and guided her up, then slammed her back down on my cock. Our movements now were anything but gentle as I'd thrust up hard as her body would come crashing down against my groin.

Half of me was just sprinting for the finish line so I could blast a full load of my cum deep inside this little slut's pussy. The other half of me was wondering how I would explain how I got fired for having sex with our old babysitter in my office! I quit pondering my fate and plowed feverishly into my little fuck-slut's cunt. Her fingers milking and massaging my balls seemed to be holding back my climax but at the same time, making me hornier than ever. I twisted and pulled on Sally's nipples as we fucked and I was amazed at her tolerance for being so roughly handled.

Then, my balls exploded, my cock throbbed and my cum spewed forth inside Sally's belly in spurt after powerful spurt! Sally began groaning in little gasps "uh...Uh........Uh Uhhhhhh.... OOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!"

Sally collapsed down on me and I sagged back into my chair and Sally reclined with me. I sat there feeling my cock still twitching inside her pussy and her inner muscles gripped and released my shaft over and over. I lazily massaged her breasts and erect nipples as our breathing started to return to normal.

Then, as fast as the whole thing started, it was over. Sally rose to her feet, causing my cock to flop out of her pussy and I looked down to see a puddle of cum around the base of my cock. She quickly slipped on her skirt and blouse, and like some whore that was totally disconnected from any emotions, she picked up her panties, mopped the cum and juices oozing from her slit, then threw the damp undies onto my desk. She reach over, picked up the necklace she had tried to shoplift, put it on her neck and started for the door.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said in a total state of shock, quickly trying to button up my pants and grabbed the panties off the desk so know one could see.

"You got what you wanted and I got what I wanted!" she said with a little grin, then she opened the door and strolled out into the store with her sexy-as-hell stride.

I stuffed the panties in my pocket, then pulled two $100 bills from my wallet and did the paperwork as if she had paid restitution.

I sat in my office with the door closed and re-lived that awesome 15 minutes with Sally and kept pressing her soaked panties against my face and wondered if I dare suggest to my wife that we hire Sally to baby sit sometime soon?!!

The Teacher

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Monday, August 30, 2010

MALLIKA'S EXAMS ARE REWARDING

MALLIKA?S EXAMS ARE REWARDING
By: GingerBaba (diwakarsha@yahoo.com)

Mallika could not have come at a worse time. With both me and Aparna working madly to catch up on lost time, there was no time to entertain a guest... but Mallika had no choice.

I work as a manager in a small logistics company, 25 km to the north of H; commute for an hour each way, and sometimes I have to reach home late, perhaps past 9 pm. Aparna works as a teacher in a school, not far from where we live. Our twin sons, aged 19, joined the college in Brackton last year, and live in the hostel.

"I assume you're going to the train station - she is coming alone... " I half instructed and half requested Aparna, when we both were getting ready to go to work that Friday morning.

"Not really.... It's the time for end-of-the term examinations at the school, so I plan to stay back after school to coach some of the kids in Class 6." What time is the train coming?

I think around 4 pm...

I can hardly leave school until 5:30 pm. Why don't you take some time off in the afternoon... will you please? She pleaded.

But I hardly know this girl; I hardly saw Raghu, Aparna's cousin, a couple of times before he married this girl... how's she like?

Oh you will know her... she is a little short, long hair, wears lenses, and I'd say she has some extra weight.

"Hmm, in a train station, there'd be hundreds who fit that description. "

"But we have the coach number and her seat number...shouldn't be a problem at all. "

"Alright, I'll leave work a little early today... how about tomorrow? She is going to write an exam? Where, when ... ", I was getting a little impatient.

Aparna said, "Let me see... if I can get the day off... hey it's a Saturday, you have the day off, don't you? "

****

I had no particular difficulty placing this woman - she was a pleasant looking, not fat as Aparna described... she looked very homely and amiable. In fact she looked quite good, nice figure, well endowed upstairs, a little plump at the hips, and I must say she looked very attractive. We drove home - and she's quite chatty - she told all about her family, Raghu is busy with a project with tight deadlines, and she left their two kids with her grandmother until she has more breathing time. She works for a mail company from home -spending about 3-4 hours every day, and makes a tidy amount at the end of the month. The income is not always predictable, it depends on the amount of work; but Raghu earns good money as a sales executive, but he is always busy, traveling, meeting customers, making presentations, etc. She is doing her MBA off campus, and she has to take the exams every three months. She then opened a book and started reading.

"What exam you have tomorrow?", I asked

"Economics", basic course, but it's still tough... you know... she is wearing a salwar-kurta, and I could see that she is about 8 years younger...about 35, and her girth shows effects of child birth, but her upper deck looked full and unspoilt, and her dress showed a little peek at her cleavage... obviously the dress is not able to keep the twins completely in. After a while, she slowly dozed off - quite natural given the 8 hours train journey in the grueling daytime sun. She must be tired... as she dozed squeezing her shoulders in, her top created ample opportunity for me to glimpse her black bra ...

*****

When we reached home, she said, "Mani (my name), I'd like to rest for exactly 20 minutes... then I have loads of stuff to read and prepare for the exam... what time is Aparna akka (sister) coming? "

"She should be home by six, it's about 4:45 now... so yeah, would you like some coffee?

"After the nap"... I showed her the spare bedroom, and told her to relax.... I went back and suddenly realized that there's lots of stuff to buy - so I went out and did a little shopping... bought milk, eggs, coffee powder, some vegetables, bread and some snacks. It was almost 5:15 now... so I hurried home to wake her up. She is still sleeping, under the cool ac breeze.... And her top is now totally out of place, revealing a large part of her skin near the waist ; she was turned toward the wall, and I could see the beginning of her buttocks... I must say I haven't been enjoying an active sex life lately - with both of us pursuing ambitious economic goals... and I could feel a little twitch between my thighs. Of course I was not going to jump on her - but I have to know her mind.

"Mallika, wake up", I touched her lightly on her shoulder; she turned and I could see her bra more clearly now... then she got up, and quickly adjusted her dress. "What time is it now?", she asked. I answered "Five twenty". She started walking to the bathroom, saying, "ok,let me take a bath, I have lots of stuff to read.... "

She went into the bath room; I made coffee meanwhile. When she came out, she put on a saree..and we both had our coffee. "What time is your exam tomorrow?" I inquired. "It's at ten; it's a three hour exam..." , she answered, unable to conceal her tense mood.

She then opened her study books and started reading again. At six, Aparna came home.

Aparna and Mallika started catching up on their family news - who is doing what, how busy Raghu is, how the kids are faring in school, what property she is planning to buy with all the extra income she is making..

"You're distracting her, she needs to prepare for the exam tomorrow", I remonstrated.

"Oh yes that's correct.... Malli I will make dinner now..." said Aparna, getting up from the sofa, "if you need help with the questions, you can ask Mani - he can explain things well...." Aparna gave me this extra assignment!

"Actually I gotta go out for a while now - " I told Mallika, "why don't you study for sometime, and I will try and help you after dinner"

I went out to Mapsel's Restaurant to while away some time, so Mallika could be left alone with some quiet time.... I called up Vinod and chatted up for some time.

I went home back at eight, we had a quiet dinner...

"You are taking her to Crystal College -"

"What?"

"I am going to be at the school the whole day - prepping the kids some more... there's lots of ground to cover... the Principal is quite insisting that we get top marks in the division this time" - I will leave around ten in the morning, I will make lunch for the three of us, you can come back and have lunch- then in the evening we can go out for dinner: what say?

"I got three more exams Monday Tuesday and Wednesday... I feel so terrible troubling you guys when I can see that you can hardly spare the time..."

"No no, don't bother about it - we can manage... your exams are important... it will let you find a good paying job afterall... as luck would have it, I have a busy week ahead, so I guess Mani would have to entertain you... but we can go for a long walk on Sunday, and maybe next weekend we can go around for a picnic or something.. or we can visit Grape Yard Museum or a League Basketball match or something."

"Actually I am going to leave soon after my exam on Wednesday; but I must say you guys are incredibly good" - in any case, I would need to come every three months, so I guess we will have plenty of time to go out...

Dinner over, I changed into my night dress, and Aparna kept herself busy with the dishes, and preparing some stuff for the next day. As promised, I went near Mallika to offer her help. I pulled two small chairs near the bed and we started discussing the subject.

It was now 10:30 in the night - Aparna came to say good night - she was tired herself and was preparing to go to bed.... It is now very quiet, and all the other lights are turned off in the house. I got up to go to the bathroom; when I was back, she was sitting on her bed, reading her stuff. I sat next to her on the bed and we started discussing again. She would often lean forward to listen to me, and I could get clear view of her boobies... and I suspect that she wasn't wearing the bra...

After a couple of hours, she had covered much of the study material; she set the books aside, and started stretching herself with a yawn.... Her saree top fell out of place, and I could see the outline of her erect nips through her blouse. I thought she would cover herself immediately, but she was not paying attention - or was she? This to me is a signal.... I slowly reached out and touched her boobies.... And slowly squeezed the right breast. She moaned softly - "hey what u doing" - "you look so beautiful and so sexy" I blurted out... I could see that her gaze was fixed on where my erect cock was showing up in not a subtle manner... I moved closer and put my hands around her - and brought my face close to her face.... She was whispering something - oh god, oh god, how I need a squeeze... and I could see her lips trembling...

I did not waste more time... I took her lips into mine and started kissing her passionately.... While my one hand reached down to her waist and was searching to find the right spots to fondle. My tongue was groping her mouth relentlessly, and my hand was shoving into her saree .... Caressing her stomach, her navel, and further down until I could feel the hair down there.... I stretched my fingers and touched her pussy lips. She moaned more, and slowly extended her arm to catch my manhood...

We made out for a few minutes and I felt I could not withhold more... now I felt my cock fully ready and getting wet... her hand was still working on my thighs and back.... I now felt the time for more action.... I got off the bed, removed my shirt and was about to remove my pyjamas, when she said - Mani, oh please I don't know... I can't go on... please don't do anything... I don't know, please... " she slowly lowered herself on the bed, and lay still, her blouse still exposed and her thighs wide open.

I stopped myself... ... I put my shirt back on, went near her, and said "alright, you're going to be ok... just take it easy... ", I covered the blanket on her upto her neck; "good night", I squeezed her left shoulder and left the room.

***

The next morning, everyone got up early... Aparna got ready first, made breakfast for the three of us, and she was off to the school; she won't be back till the evening. I showered, got dressed and settled in the sofa, watching TV. Mallika's test begins at 10 am. We have to leave by 8:30 to reach the venue. "I'll be ready in a few minutes... I need a ride to the venue.. you will take me there, won't you?"; I turned back to see Mallika standing in the doorway, massaging her hair, towel on her shoulder, ready to step into the bathroom; clearly, she got up early to go over the test questions again; "Sure", I replied. In ten minutes, she came out.. all dressed up, and ready to go.

We rode to the test centre, where she told me it would take a couple of hours and she would be able to get back home on her own. I told her that I would come back to pick her up, and we could go to lunch at Heromatic Restaurant, just across the block. She agreed.

I went to the Clayman Mall, bought some stuff and went back to the test centre. Mallika came out after the test, and the two of us went to the restaurant. There weren't many people, and we found a secluded table where the two of us ordered simple lunch; "I really hope I'd get A+...", Mallika said, not for the first time. "I have done really well today".

"You're gonna get A+," I assured her; "after all, I coached you!"; she smiled and said "you coached and smooched too.."; we both laughed out; and tension began to lighten; conversation flowed much better now; :you know, I was just tempted.. you were so .." I said; " not a problem, I think I too played a part; if I wanted something, I'd get it... I'd ask if it comes to that.. but last night I was tensed up about the test.. you know... and you were tensed too, sitting next to me on that bed, I could see your bulge", she laughed out loud. There was a hint of blush on my cheeks; "hey,what do you expect... you were so yummy... with your full boobs playing hide and seek... ".

We chatted about our lives a little more; I told her that Aparna is always busy, and has little time even for intimate talk; she is always rushed; when you touch her, she simply ignores it - until she feels horny - which is once a month or so", I confided.

"Raghu is no better, he is always either travelling or attending some event or planning something, or talking to someone; we rarely are together, and I usually go to sleep alone and horny, while he still works; when he joins, sometimes, he simply inserts himself", she laughed.

We chatted while we had our lunch. "How about going to a movie", I offered, as I paid the check. "I think we will go home, and I think I have a surprise for you", she winked.

We reached home; I settled in the sofa, while she went inside;"I will make some coffee for us", I heard her say; when I turned to see, she had a surprise for me; she removed her saree, and was only appeared in her blouse and petticoat. She briskly went to the kitchen and was busy making coffee; I went behind her, and hugged her from behind; and began to squeeze her tits. My cock was already up and waving, and was ready to pierce her ass. She turned around, and we kissed; she freed herself, and said, "wait until we have coffee".

We sat in the sofa, sipping coffee; she slowly unzipped my trousers, and pulled out my cock and started playing with it. We completed coffee and trooped into the bedroom. She lay on the bed, took my hand and placed it on her breast, where she used it to massage her tit - over the bra- and pinch the nipple. I pushed my other hand under her petticoat, and slowly reached between her smooth thighs. My fingers started probing, and soon I was pushing a finger past her well-trimmed pubic hair, into her love hole. I could feel her wetness, and my own hardness. She unbuttoned her blouse, slowly arched her back, reached behind to unhook her bra, then reached down and undid the knot on the petticoat. I slowly separated the blouse, bra and petticoat from her body, presenting a beautiful pair of full, mature and shapely twins, with the nips hard as rock. I could see evidence of glistening wetness on her pussy. Then I stood up and removed my shirt and trousers and underwear. I was completely naked and my 9" cock was stiff, and ready to enter her. She looked at it admiringly,

I joined her in the bed, and slowly started fingering her; she started moaning,and soon, her thighs part more and more, as she encourages my act by holding my hand firmly and fiercely rubbing her pussy until her pussy was wet and squeeky.

I eagerly bend down to kiss her soaking pussy, and started diving in with my tongue. I quickly get into lapping up her pussy juices, letting my tongue along the length of her slit. While licking, I also let my tongue massage her clit, sending her into raptures of ecastacy. More and more, she started holding my head in a vice like grip betwen her soft thighs, and pulling it insider her hole. As she climaxes, her thighs, hips and breasts start shaking heavily.

She gets desperate now, and starts begging me, "fuck me Mani, oh fuck me bastard fuck your bitch" - and I started obliging her. I inserted my rock hard manliness into the deep crevices of her inviting hole, pull out just and slam hard back again, doing this rhythmic motion as she kept purring softly. I could feel a great sensation all over my body, a new energy in my muscles, and a teasing tingling in my groins as we continued to hump hard and our hips kept slamming against each other. She raised her legs and wrapped them around my hips, and kept drawing me towards her with her hungry thighs. I supported myself by pinning my hands on her waist; every few seconds, her hands would try to grope her pussy, and my cock, to get a better grip, and again she would withdraw her hands and knead her own breasts. I kept trying to stretch my face to her nipples and try to suck them. She had such full breasts!

We went on fucking each other, and we both kept uttering "fuck, fuck" and "oh great, fuck me", as I got the best sex in a long time, and my muscles got the much needed massage, and she kept filling her long felt desire, and kept demanding relief for her horny pusssy. As I kept plunging deeply inside her, and generating uncontrollable joy and tingling in both of us, and kept erupting in cascades of pure happiness, a smile appeared on my lips, thanking my luck in getting to have this unexpected sex and how it can be extended for the next few months at least. Finally this buxom lady, with her big hips, and her cushion-like thighs - all of this is getting ploughed under my body, getting a royal hump, and getting her hungry hole satiated.... I felt a sense of achievement.

I kept fucking as hard and deep as I can, and within minutes, Mallika screams "Oh fuck I am cumming, I am cumming", at about the same time that I too felt my groins giving way - and gave her a big jerk, slammer her hole one last time, and let go of my cum with a big scream "Yes, baby I am cumming yes baby", and I emptied into her hole, while my cock gave out several contractions.

"That was wonderful Mani" she said softly. "Thank you Mallika, the pleasure is all mine; you're a nice bitch - I had the best fuck in a long time". We both lay there in the bed for a some time, and then again my cock was beginning to fill. I raised myself once again, and we had some great sex once again.

"Mani, I think I am gonna come here now that I have to take more tests; we both are gonna have great time in the next six months; you're my fuck buddy... I love it." I said, "I too love it, dear. Glad to be your fuck buddy".

In the next six months, we had a rollicking time and some scintillaing sex on many occasions - almost every time she had the tests.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Mary Ellen Misbehaves

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Blindsided, Chapter 3

Blindsided, Chapter 3 [part 3 of 4]
By: patricia51 (patricia51fem@hotmail.com)

Blindsided, Chapter 3 by patricia51©

I drove with great determination and absolutely no idea of where I was going. I just wanted to be someplace else and I was getting there quickly. I drove down the interstate highways all day. I pulled into a well-lighted rest area and there, ignoring the sign that said "No Overnight Parking", I slept.

Maybe I should have found a hotel room, but I didn't want to use my credit card, certainly not until I could make arrangements to have the bill forwarded wherever I finally ended up. I didn't want to leave a paper trail. I felt like a fugitive, which I suppose in a way I was, a fugitive from my former life.

Surprisingly, I slept soundly and didn't wake up until the sun roused me. I waited until the restrooms open and freshened up and hit the road again. I simply followed the highway, going South and East until I reached the sea, three states away from where I had started my journey. Here, in the small town I found myself, I would start my life over.

First things first. Well, there were a lot of first things. I needed a place to live, I needed a job, I needed a doctor. Amazingly, my luck seemed to have changed with travel, because all three fell into line, one after the other. A casual remark by one of the county's deputy sheriffs led me to a perfect small apartment, the converted coach house of a sprawling old house owned by a delightful elderly couple. Not only did they make me feel welcome, they put me in touch with the owner of a local grocery store who needed a bookkeeper. Mr. Shaptner, the store owner, introduced to me to a female Emergency Room Doctor who held night childbirth classes, for free, which fit well into my budget.

I worked, I ate. I did the exercises and took the vitamins the doctor recommended. At first, I spent most of the my evenings at home. I didn't bother with TV, finding that I enjoyed listening to the radio and reading. Since I was being careful with money, that led me to the local library. The first night I walked in on a literary discussion group, and there went my Thursday nights from then on.

As difficult as it was, I made arrangements with the adoption agency that my doctor gently steered me to when I finally broached the subject with her. Maybe it was weakness, but I knew I wasn't able to bear the strain of being a single mother of a bi-racial child. I feared that I would be resentful, that I would heap my own failings and the collapse of my old life on an innocent child. Much better to find a home where that child could grow up in safety and love.

I often thought about Ivan, at first anyway. I wondered how he was coping. Was he sad, was he upset at my leaving? Or did he regard my departure as "good riddance"? I had not left a note or any farewell message. I know I had hurt him terribly but he had hurt me back. I had certainly not expected him to forget, nor to forgive without a lot of work on my part, but things had gone from bad to worse. It probably was just as well it was over, for both our sakes.

Still though, I missed him. Many were the nights that I would close my eyes, slide my hand between my legs, and dream of him while I masturbated. But they became fewer and fewer. I had deliberately not brought any pictures of him from my house. I didn't want to remind myself of what I had lost.

Once I had settled in, I took steps to wind up my old life. I used one of the computers at the library to check the public records at the courthouse of my old residence. They showed that my divorce was finalized. I drove for an hour to a small city a couple of counties away and rented a box from "Mailboxes, etc." and used it to send for a copy of the divorce decree. Once that had arrived, I took the steps needed to reclaim my maiden name. I was no longer "Mrs. Cooper" I was back to "Ms. Wolcott".

I was settled in now, and comfortable, if not happy. I had made friends, I even went on a couple of dates. Of course my increasingly prominent belly didn't make for great slow dancing, much less any sexual offers. So I continued to sleep alone and rock my own boat. As good as I was getting with my fingers though, I missed having someone else rock me.

Then one morning I was adding up sales figures and searching for an invoice I could not find, my feet were suddenly wet. My water had broken. I was frantic. I was two weeks premature and had not had the final meeting with the adoption agency. Well, too late for that, as the contractions began and Mr. Shaptner called for an ambulance and his wife held my hand.

I won't go into the details that every woman who has ever given birth knows. Suffice it to say, it wasn't long before I really wished I had never laid eyes on my ex-husband, his friends or any other male on the planet. But I persevered. Its not like you can actually stop.

I finally managed to give that one last push. I heard a wail as my baby took its first breath. I sagged back in relief.

"Ms. Wolcott?"

"Yes?" I managed to answer.

"You have a beautiful baby boy." And with that the nurse laid a blanket wrapped bundle in my arms.

Oh no! I wasn't supposed to see him. I found out later my premature labor had caught the adoption agency and the doctor off guard. Instead of being whisked away immediately, I was holding him.

I tried to tell myself I wouldn't look at him. I knew if I spent even a little time I wouldn't be able to let him go. But my eyes were drawn to him, and I looked.

He WAS beautiful. His eyes were closed tightly. He had ten perfect little fingers. I unwrapped the blanket to see ten matching perfect toes. He was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen in my life.

And he was white.

Somehow, my hands moved of their own accord even as my brain refused to accept the sight before my eyes. I carefully rolled my baby boy onto his tummy and looked at the small of his back. The tiny irregular red mark was there.

All I could think of was, "That son of a BITCH!"

I was still in a daze when I checked out of the hospital along with Master Clifford Wolcott. Since I hadn't expected to keep him I had never thought of a name for my child. It had been easy though, once I thought. I had named him for my father. He and my mother had both passed away during my college years. And Clifford's last name was mine, not the man who was responsible for him.

For the next few weeks I was too busy to have time to think about the stunning surprise I had received. Stan and Muriel Ridgeway, my wonderful landlords and friends, could barely wait to start baby-sitting and let me get back to work. They had not had any children of their own and fell instantly in love with Cliff. When I came home one afternoon to hear Muriel murmuring to Cliff about how much granny loved him, tears filled my eyes. I was happier than I could recall being in ages.

Happy or not though, new life or not, I needed to deal with what exactly the hell had taken place. I sat down and methodically tried to list what I knew and what I suspected.

First and foremost. On that damn night, I had obviously had sex with Ivan. That was the only night I had sex in weeks and it never happened again. Therefore, Cliff was conceived that night and by my husband.

Therefore, Ivan's claim that he had not see me since we were dancing together was bullshit. The night was muddled, but I knew damn well I hadn't been with him before bedtime. So he had made love to me later on that night. No, I thought angrily, not "made love". The bastard had fucked me. And in a hell of a lot more ways than just that.

Had I had sex with David? I didn't know, couldn't be sure, but I damn well doubted it. I doubted it because I knew Ivan. If he had been in control enough to set this up, he would have never let someone fuck me. Besides, I also knew David. David didn't need to catch his women drunk and unconscious. He had them lining up two by two.

And why was I unable to remember much about the night? Yes, I had been drinking, perhaps more than usual since I was enjoying myself and the renewed attention from my husband. But not so much that I should have passed out like it seemed I had. Obviously it was too late to get blood work done to see if I had been drugged but I was leaning towards that conclusion.

Okay, it seemed to fit. I had been set up by my ever-loving husband and taken the fall for something I had not done. But, WHY? Whatever could have made Ivan do this to me? And then treat me like he had, like a leper when I hadn't done anything wrong? This just seemed so impossible. Had I misjudged the man I had married so badly?

I was pretty sure I knew what had happened now. I just didn't know why.

For the next few weeks I considered various scenarios. Had this been some elaborate practical joke by someone that had backfired and everyone had run for cover? Had there been some compulsion levied against Ivan, and perhaps David also, to do this? I just couldn't come up with anything.

Then one Sunday afternoon I was just leaving the spare bedroom/nursery when someone started banging on the brass knocker. I rushed to answer the door. I had just got Cliff down for a nap and was thinking seriously about taking one myself. I didn't want anyone to disturb him. I pulled the door open and stood there in shock.

My caller finally broke the long silence. "Aren't you going to ask me in?"

"Yes, please," I answered in a daze. "Come in, Evie."

She came in and I automatically cautioned her to be quiet. At her look of surprise, I tiptoed into the nursery with her and showed her Cliff. She was surprised. Apparently, however she had found me the information hadn't included this. I led her into the living room. She sat on the couch and I sat beside her. For long minutes we didn't speak. I would look at her and she would look away, Finally I had to break the silence.

"How did you find me?"

"Car insurance," she replied. "When you got your new policy, a routine notice went to the State office that keeps track of these things. I had a standing inquiry logged with them for any changes, explaining that there might be an outstanding claim on your old policy, which of course, we had issued."

"But I did that months ago. Why did you wait this long?"

Evie looked away. "I was embarrassed." she said softly.

"About what?" I asked.

"That when you needed help, I wasn't there. And," she hesitated and then plunged on," and because I knew about Ivan's affair and I didn't say anything to you about it even after I realized you had found out about it."

"Evie," I said softly. "What are you talking about?"

"Ivan's affair with Lynn Richardson. I knew it had been going on for months. I didn't say anything. Then I knew you must have found out, because you got so withdrawn and upset. I finally managed to get up the nerve to talk to you and then you were gone. I'm sorry."

I slowly absorbed Evie's words. Things were a lot clearer now. I was beginning to understand things. This is why we couldn't get ahead financially. I was putting money in and he was taking it out. David had undoubtedly been covering for him under the guise of the weekly poker games. Now I was completely convinced the entire episode at David's was a set-up to, to, to what? I still didn't understand it. Yes, it put me on the defensive and let him do whatever he wanted, but he was already doing that anyway. Why?

I shook my head. Evie was looking at me, shame and regret and something I couldn't identify in her eyes.

"Evie? When I had to go to that tax seminar..." I left the words hanging in the air.

"Yes." she replied quietly. "He took Lynn with him on that 'non-refundable' cruise. I heard them making plans for it a month before."

"Evie? For god's sake why didn't you tell me? It would have hurt, but my entire life was almost ruined. Please tell me you had no idea about this plan of his."

The look of confusion that Evie gave me was answer enough. I explained what had happened at David's and the resulting weeks and she almost fell apart. All she could say over and over was "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Why Evie? Why didn't you tell me? That's the one thing about your part in this that I just can't grasp."

She looked away from me. "I wanted some one else to tell you. I tried to slip the information to Human Resources or even the old man, but I couldn't let myself be linked to it. "

"I don't understand, Evie, why would you hope I would find out from someone else?"

"Because if I told you, I thought you would hate me. I thought it would ruin everything."

I shook my head. "I'm still confused. You always seemed upset about my dating and then marrying Ivan. Maybe it was unfair, but I always thought you wanted him for yourself?"

"No, my God no." Evie turned to face me and took my hands. "You goose. You never saw it did you?"

"Saw what?"

"Oh Marie, I didn't want Ivan. I just didn't want him to have you. I didn't want that because I wanted you."

Evie looked at me, expecting I know not what. Emotions chased themselves through my mind. I had no idea what to say, what even to think. When I said nothing, she leaned forward, my hands still in hers. Her fingertips stroked the backs of my hands. I looked into her eyes. I saw a hestitation there, coupled with a suppressed desire I never had thought to see in the eyes of another woman.

Evie brought her lips to mine. I felt them brush against me and then draw back. She looked at me like she was expecting to be slapped, or worse, refused. I realized that she was waiting for me to respond to her revelation, one way or the other. She shivered slightly. She must be as nervous as I was. Something deep inside of me that I wasn't even aware of must have answered her, for she kissed me again. This time her lips clung to mine.

My mind was a whirl, fixtated on the thought that Evie wanted me. I couldn't believe it I knew she had dated a few girls but at the same time I always thought she preferred guys. Her lips were on mine now, and they were so warm and soft. I hadn't been kissed in so long and it felt so good as her tongue slipped into my mouth. Her fingers were in my hair and my mouth was opening to her.

Just for a minute, just for a minute. I was going to stop it. I was. I was. I was. Her hand was on my breast and she was pushing me back gently onto the couch. NO. I wasn't gay. I had to stop this, stop her hands pulling my top over my head, stop my arms going around her, stop all of this. But when she hesitated and pulled back slightly, I clung to her, stretched out on the couch and drew her down to me.

I wasn't a lesbian. I WASN'T. Her fingers were unfastening my shorts and I was lifting my hips for her to pull them down. Her legs were smooth and strong against mine. I put my hands on her shoulders to push her away and instead I caught her top and pulled on it until it came off over her head. Another woman had striped me and somehow she was as nude as me. I tried to tell her as her tongue possessed my mouth, I tried to tell her to stop. I'm NOT a lesbian. Then her breasts were on mine, and her leg parted mine and I felt the wetness of her sex touch me and my pussy was soaked and grinding against her. I made one last effort to stop, but my hand slipped between us and I felt the wonder of her breast in my hand and for right now, at least, I was a lesbian.

Evie's nipple hardened against my palm until it felt like a diamond point, surrounded by the softness of her breast. Her body was warm and cool and smooth, all wonderful curves with no rough hands or stubbly beards. She made love to me everywhere her skin touched me, from the side of her foot stroking my calf to the thigh pressing urgently against my open slit to the stiffness of her other nipple jammed against mine. A first spasm raced through my body and I broke our kiss to give a wordless plea.

I bucked under Evie and then her tongue was dragging down my body. It didn't stop as I squirmed under her but passed between my breasts and over my belly, leaving a wet trail on my skin. It never paused when it danced over my navel or slid over my mound. Evie pushed my legs apart and all I could do was to lock my fingers in her hair as I lifted my hips to her and she plunged her tongue into my vagina.

I flailed on the couch, only managing to smother squeals by recalling Cliff sleeping in the next room. Evie's tongue was a living line of fire in me, snaking deeply along my dripping silky walls, her mouth closing on my labia. I pawed helpless at her, trying to urge her to I knew not what as the earthquake hit me. I pounded my hands on the couch, on her shoulders, as I came in a powerful orgasm.

I was still gasping for breath when Evie spun her body around, straddling my face with her slim, smooth legs. Her face simply turned, never leaving the flood I was offering her. I looked up between her legs, at the folds and hidden places of her pussy, barely concealed under a sparse crop of fine hair. My hands seized her and I only marveled for a moment at the feel of her firm tight ass before I pulled her down onto my face.

I licked her, wildly, wantonly, loving what I was doing. She was already incredibly wet and the taste of her simply drove me wild. I sucked her swollen lips into my mouth, drinking her sweetness from them. I lapped up and down the open pink slit, mashing my face into her. Her tongue had never stopped and I tried to match it movements, dipping inside her when she entered me, swirling over her when it slipped out. Then I felt the tip of her tongue touch my quivering clitoris. I found her own pearl in its hidden nest and lashed it with my own tongue. Her breath exploded inside me as she buried a cry of excitement in my pussy.

Her lips actually closed on my throbbing nubbin, In return I flicked hers. Back and forth. Up and down. Around and around. Suddenly Evie rose up and settled right down on me, sitting on my face, almost smothering me in her womanhood. She slid three fingers into my quaking pussy and began to pump them as she ground down on me. My internal muscles clamped on her fingers and I screamed up inside her as I felt her give way.

The first rush of juices poured along my tongue and into my gaping mouth. As I reached my second orgasm, I drank from her, for the first time in my life tasting the sweetness of another woman's nectar.

Evie and I spent the night together, getting out of bed only to take care of Cliff when he awoke. The love-making was intense and exciting and such a release from the months and months of celibacy. But...

In the morning I rose. I fed Cliff, changed him and sat in the rocker that Stan had made for me while he fell back asleep in my lap. Evie came into the room, looked at Cliff, then at me, and smiled sadly.

"This is all there is going to be isn't it?" she asked.

I was sad, but she was right. "Yes. Evie, last night was wonderful. Thank you, for everything. For coming clean to me about Ivan and most of all for opening this new doorway for me. But," I searched for the words, "But I don't love you. And, I think you don't love me either."

"No," Evie said as she sat on the couch where we had experienced such passion yesterday. She quoted the old saying "the only thing sadder than not realizing your dreams, is to have them come true." Her lips twisted in a sad smile. "Maybe this was just a dream, maybe it was a crush run amuck. But no, all of a sudden I finally have had you, and as fantastic as it was to be your first woman, the longing is gone." She rose and knelt beside me on one knee, brushing Cliff's forehead with her lips.

I touched Evie's face with my fingertips. She turned her head and kissed them. Then we shared a long, soft kiss that had no passion in it, only goodbye. She brushed the tears from her face and she was gone, closing the door behind her.

I stood and took a deep breath. It was time to start making some phone calls. I needed to arrange to take a few days off. It was time to return to where I had started and settle this whole thing for good. I thought about Ivan.

I took another deep breath. Good. I was pissed, and I wanted to stay that way.

(To be continued)