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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 082
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A fulllength novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
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Chapter 82
On the road

Jennifer Hardesty herded her Ford Expedition down Route 295 on the 20
minute run between the garment factory's locale and the exit leading to her
small home. The roads were still damp, requiring the intermittent swish of
the windshield wipers to clear the muddy slop splashed up by the cars ahead.
It had been raining earlier in the day, and the showers threatened to
return; Jennifer cursed her lack of foresight in not bringing a jacket or
umbrella with her, despite the morning sun.

Driving the SUV was sometimes a chore for one of her limited size, but
she had gotten the lumbering beast for a song from a girlfriend at work who
had bought into the SUV craze only to be disappointed by the reality.
Besides, having the heavy beast wrapped around her made her feel safe,
something she had a serious craving for.

About halfway through the commute, there was a sudden loud bang, and
the big Ford started wandering all over the place. Thirty seconds of stark
fear later, she had managed to herd the beast out of the left lane, across
the other two lanes of traffic, and onto the narrow shoulder of the freeway.
Carefully climbing out, she circled the rear of the SUV and discovered the
flat right rear tire. "And me in a blouse and skirt!" she grumbled to
herself, kneeling down to examine the damage. There was no help for it
the ground was soaking wet, and by the time she had wrestled the jack and
the spare into position, she was, too, not to mention dirty. Jumping up and
down on the tire tool, she managed to break the lug nuts loose, then
proceeded to hunt for the jacking point on the underside of the vehicle.

"Damn!" As she withdrew from her inspection, a bit of trim snagged on
her blouse, shredding it and popping off three buttons as she fell back in
surprise. Her rapid retreat against the snag caused it to hook through the
tear to demolish the right cup of her already somewhat tattered brassiere in
the process. Picking herself up off the ground, she angrily began wrestling
the jack into position.

Eventually, she got the vehicle into the air enough to cause the tire
to clear the ground, the effort not assisted by the fact that the jack's
bottom plate wasn't quite big enough to be stable in the soft shoulder mud.
One by one, she worked off the lug nuts, and began to tug at the tire. As
she tugged, the tire tipped forward, snagging on a small rock and wedging
itself against the lugs. A minute or so of squatting and tugging convinced
Jennifer that she didn't have the proper purchase, so she gingerly sat on
the ground with her feet out in front of her and hugged the tire to herself.
Getting proper purchase required that she shift to the right, curling her
leg behind the tire so she could pull on the bottom, but, with some
difficulty, she managed to get the tire vertical again for a moment,
clearing the lugs.

Then the jack failed. Jennifer leaped back, but was in no position to
get clear as the jack flopped forward. The tire crashed down, and the wheel
hub dropped neatly into the center of the wheel, incidentally trapping
Jennifer's right ankle between the wheel hub, axle and the wheel. After the
initial pinching flash of pain, there wasn't much, but her ankle was truly
trapped. The collapsed jack was wedged, and virtually out of her reach,
anyway.

So she sat, getting dripping wet from the misty splash of the passing
cars, trying to get someone's attention from behind her automotive behemoth
as the evening light slowly faded. Jennifer's cell phone, in the handsfree
mount on the dash, might as well have been on another planet for all the
good it was doing her. The damp and evening chill began to settle into her
bones, and she became shocky as well as miserable. After about an hour,
exhaustion caused her to nod off.

"Well! What have we here?" The words caused her to become blazingly
alert. She whirled, her mouth open, to find a man standing there, grinning,
and a scream of fear erupted from her throat.

Mike McCormick blinked in shock. The tattered ragamuffin in front of
him, her soaked auburn ponytail dripping, had spun to reveal that her
clothing was not only dirty and wet but shredded! Instantly, a look of
concern washed across his face. "Easy, Missy! I won't hurt you! I'm here
to help!"

Jennifer stared at the tall man in obvious fear, and Mike began to
wonder if she had been molested. Certainly, her blouse and bra were a
wreck. He turned his eyes from the fearerected nipple peeking through the
gap and began pulling off his jacket. "Here, Missy, put this on. Has
someone hurt you?"

Jennifer scrabbled for control. Despite the scare he had given her,
he appeared to be concerned, not dangerous. "Nno." She looked down,
discovering the reason for his concern, and clutched her blouse closed,
blushing. "Truck snagged it. I'm caught!" She took the jacket and donned
it, savoring the warmth his body had generated in it.

"Are you hurt?" Mike hunkered down to look at the site.

"Nno. Not much, anyway. I just can't get it out!" she replied.

"Okay, I'm going to get a flashlight. I'll be right back. Okay?"

"Ookay. Don't leave me!" Jennifer sobbed as he went out of sight.

Mike stuck his head back around the fender and smiled. "I won't. I
have a tow truck, right here. I'll get you out, Missy!"

Mike went around the passenger side of the truck and fished out his
heavyduty flashlight. The relief on Jennifer's face when he hove back into
sight moments later was a sight to see. Mike hunkered down and got a look.
Despite the odd capture, it didn't appear that she was actually hurt much,
just pinned. 'A straight lift should do the trick...' Mike thought. "Okay,
Missy, I'm gonna set up the truck to lift the rear end, here. I'll be real
careful. You just hold still. I'm gonna be back to check on things before
I actually start. Okay?"

Jennifer mustered a weak smile. "Ookay!"

Mike backed the truck into position with the ease and control of long
practice, sliding the sling at the rear under the tail end of the SUV. Then
he hopped down and chained it up. Finally, he came back for one last check.
Squatting down next to Jennifer, he issued final instructions, "Okay, Missy,
you fish your ankle out as soon as the axle comes up, hear? I worry about
the whole business shifting, so I want you out as soon as it's possible.
You CAN move it, right?"

"Yes. I can move it." Jennifer's tone left some doubt, but...

The driver of the eighteenwheeler never came forward. Maybe he never
knew what happened. Maybe he was napping, and the bang of the impact merely
awakened him... In any event, at that moment a tractortrailer rig swerved
in past the tow truck and entirely too close to the SUV. The tail end of
the trailer clipped the Ford, causing it to jump a foot to the right. The
wheel hub jumped out of it's seat in the wheel and dropped over the outside
edge of the tire. The action tore skin on Jennifer's ankle, and the
leverage caused her to spin 180 degrees in place, ending up prone. Jennifer
screamed in shock and pain.

Mike didn't fare as well. When he saw what was happening, he threw
himself supine under Jennifer, one leg on each side of the tire. The wheel
hub crashed down on his thigh, only stopped from going straight through by
the wheel rim. Both of them passed out from the pain.

Jennifer awakened lying on Mike's chest. Mike was slowly retrieving
his Nextel phone. He activated the walkietalkie feature.

"Dad!" Big Al and Helen had just retreated into the living room after
dinner and sat down to snuggle and watch TV, when his phone went off. Al
hadn't reacted properly when it repeated, "Dad!"

Al frowned and hopped up. Mike didn't sound right...He picked up the
phone from the charger and responded, "Mike?"

"Dad, I'm at mile marker thirteen on 295. I was helping a tire
changer, and..." There was a wheeze. There also seemed to be the sound of
someone crying in the background... "an eighteenwheeler smacked into the
vehicle. We're both trapped I need you to get us out. Oh, and Dad? Send
for an ambulance. I'm not sure about the woman, but my leg is probably
messed up, bad!"

Al and Helen exchanged glances Helen was already rooting in her
purse for her cell phone. "We'll be right there!" Al replied, and got
moving.

Helen's hands shook a bit as she manipulated the phone. "I've got the
ER's number programmed into this thing!" she announced. The couple burst
out the door heading for Al's old pickup, Helen urgently relating the
situation to the ER dispatcher.

Mike put the phone down and wrapped his arms around the shaking
shoulders of the woman atop him. His leg hurt like hell, but it was somehow
as soothing to him as it was to her to stroke her back and comfort her.
Jennifer lay there atop him, wrapped in his arms, crying bitterly as he
murmured, "There, there, Missy. Help's coming. It'll be all right..."

Al and Helen took 20 minutes to arrive; the ambulance took 25. By the
time the ambulance got there, Al had lifted the vehicle and extracted the
pair from beneath. Both were bleeding a bit, but not seriously; the extent
of Mike's injury wasn't known, however. The EMTs gathered them both in and
took off for County Hospital.

Al and Helen stayed until the State Police had taken pictures and
started the accident report, then lugged the battered Ford out of there,
Helen following in the pickup. Al was gratified to find out that Helen
could operate its 3speed on the column manual transmission. They dropped
the tow truck at the garage, Al piled into the pickup and they roared off to
the hospital.

It took about four hours for everything to settle down. Bobby was
chased down at Nellis' with Dina, and it was decided that that situation
could continue; Bobby could stay the night and go to school from there the
next day. Jackie was harder to track; Jennifer didn't have the Michaels'
number. Helen called Mandi, who got it from Rick. Ellen assured Jennifer
that Jackie would be fine and that Terry would bring her to the hospital and
take them both home.

Around eleven p.m., doctors had finished stitching and bandaging
Jennifer's ankle, and told her she could go home if she took it easy. Al
would pick her up Wednesday morning and help her to work with the insurance
company to repair the damage to the Ford, which was safe enough where it
was. Mike was confined to a bed until a radiologist could look at the Xrays
of his left thigh. Doctors couldn't decide whether it was crushed, or
chipped the Xray made it look dented. The soft tissues had taken quite a
lick, too, and there was some worry about the femoral artery.

Jennifer set off to visit her hero, maneuvering on her crutches
through the door to his room. Coming around to his right side, she smiled
tremulously, "Hi!"

"Hi, Missy. Feeling better?" Mike smiled. She sure was cute, dry.
Hell, she hadn't looked bad soaking wet and scared to death! Fragile,
though...

"I came to thank you." She husked.

Mike spread his arms. "All part of the service. Wait'll you get my
bill!" he teased.

"I'll pay it, whatever it is," Jennifer started out smiling, then
sobered. "You went 'way beyond what you had to do, and got hurt in the
process. And all I did was cry on you and get you wet!"

"You were soaking wet, scared to death, and shocky. You didn't just
need help, you needed protection. I HAD to give it to you I couldn't do
anything else!" Mike reassured her.

"Well, I can't thank you enough." Jennifer laid her right crutch
aside and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his.

It was intended to be a chaste kiss, but Jennifer, who was driving,
just couldn't seem to pull away. She inhaled his musky scent and remembered
feeling protected for the first time in years with his arms rubbing her back
and his voice murmuring in her ear. Mike was in no hurry; he was going
nowhere soon, and if this sweet lady wanted to kiss him, well... When it
became apparent that the kiss wasn't going to end soon, Mike gently wrapped
his arms around her. At the feel of his arms, Jennifer dumped her left
crutch and leaned into the embrace. Simultaneously, her lips opened and her
tongue snaked out.

Mike KNEW that this woman didn't just give away kisses! There was
something urgent going on here and he would figure it out just as soon as
he had to stop enjoying her embrace!

Oral exploration became too serious at that point to support anything
advanced in the way of thought in either of them. Jennifer was on automatic
when she climbed onto the bed and draped herself over Mike's right leg; all
either of them noticed was that they were more comfortable. Sex wasn't even
thought about this was comfort kissing, and both of them were half asleep
in each other's arms fifteen minutes later when Helen stuck her head in the
door to find out what the Hell the delay was.

"Psst! Al!" she hissed. Al came and peeked around the door. "Huh!
Willya lookit that!" He waved the recently arrived Jackie and Terry
forward.

Jackie looked through the door and gasped. "Good God!" She went
white.

"What's the matter, Dear?" Helen asked, concerned.

"Momma is SCARED TO DEATH of men! I'd bet big money she hasn't kissed
a boy since before I was born!"

"Well, she's kissing Mike!" Al observed.

"You don't understand! She's very highstrung! And she's incredibly
vulnerable!" Turning to Helen, she added, "You know how unreasonable she
gets where men are concerned!"

Helen nodded. "Yes. It's my opinion that she's highly sexed, too,
and has been denying herself for a long time. I think that's why she gets
the way she does; she gets excited and can't let it out!"

Jackie and Terry nodded synchronously. "Exactly!" Terry announced.

Jackie went on, "She's been coming around over the last couple of
days, and her barriers are down! If she gets fixed on Mike, and he dumps
her, I don't know WHAT she'll do but the results could be awful!"

Helen nodded agreement. "If she bares herself again, and the guy she
settles on dumps her, she could end up in the funny farm! I don't think she
can take it!"

"Mike isn't exactly a hot and cold running women type," Al assured
her. "Losing his momma hurt him bad. They could be good for each other."

"Well, she's a timid soul, not meant to be alone but she has been,
for a long time. She's going to want to flow over him like a coat of paint.
This isn't a date or two she's looking for someone to keep the world away.
Can he do that? Should ANYONE expect him to?" Helen replied. Al looked
thoughtful.

"It may already be too late!" Jackie hissed urgently.

Terry piped up, "Okay, let's do this: Mr. McCormick, you and Helen go
in and direct Jackie's mom out here. You can warn Mike while we try to
settle her down!"

Helen's resolve firmed. "Good plan!" Al nodded, and they passed
through the door.

Al announced them with, "Hey, you two! One to a bed!"

Jennifer popped up, blushing, and Mike let go so she could chase down
her crutches. "Thanks," she murmured, dropping her eyes.

"Huh! Thank YOU!" Mike laughed.

"Dear, I think your daughter and her boyfriend just arrived." Helen
observed.

"Oh. Thanks!" Jennifer made for the door, then stopped, giving Mike a
meaningful glance. "Can I come back?" Mike nodded.

"Hey, Son, how are you doin'?" Al asked.

"Fine. Leg hurts some, but not as bad as expected." Mike replied.

"Nice lady. She's the mother of one of Bobby's friends." Al nodded at
the door.

"Really? She doesn't look that old," Mike got to thinking, then
blushed. "Where's her husband?"

"Isn't one," Helen replied. "Never was. She's scared to death of men
since her first fathered a daughter by her and blew her off."

"Um," Mike pondered. "That's why she seemed so fragile..."

"Yeah. She is. Her daughter's new boyfriend was the Antichrist for a
week, but she's coming around. She's been reevaluating men, and then this
knight in shining armor shows up..." Helen amplified.

"Uh oh." Mike grimaced.

"Look, according to her daughter, she's VERY vulnerable, and could
fall for you like a ton of bricks," Al cautioned. "If you let her, then
dump her, she could crash totally. Certainly, she'll never trust a man ever
again."

"Jesus! It could already be too late!" Mike exclaimed. "Damn! I
like her, too."

Helen favored him with a close regard. "It's up to you but she
won't settle for casual sex. She's looking for a MAN someone who can
shoulder her burdens. Someone who will always be there. Someone she can
cuddle up to, every night! She wants love, and protection and she wants
it to be permanent. You're the first man to get inside her shell to the
soft and gooey parts in a looooong time. You can save her or you can
destroy her."

"Be damn careful, Son," Al cautioned. "If you do it now, you can
probably turn her away gently. But if you start a relationship with her,
you'd better be serious!"

Out in the hall, Jackie lit into Jennifer. "What are you up to,
Momma?"

"I was just saying 'thank you' to Mike..." Jennifer looked perplexed.

"You don't know his last name, do you?" Jackie pounced.

"Uh, no... But he's really sweet! He helped me and protected me it
was terrible, and he was there...He's so nice!" Jennifer vacillated visibly
while she remembered her ordeal.

"Yes, Momma, Mike's a nice man. But there are a LOT of nice men
I've been trying to tell you!"

"But he saved me, and protected me!" Jennifer protested.

"Yes, he did! That doesn't mean he's your perfect mate, or even that
he wants to be! Don't pin so much on him! If nothing else, you'll scare
him off!" Jackie pushed hard.

Jennifer stopped, and the light in her eyes faded. "Oh! God! I was
going to throw myself at the poor man!"

"It's okay, Momma. He IS a nice man. Maybe he likes you! But if you
pin all of your hopes on him..."

"I'll be disappointed." Jennifer drooped. "I had put him on this
pedestal..."

"On the other hand..." Terry piped up, "did he take advantage of you?"

"No. He was a perfect gentleman. He was just so comforting to be
around, I just didn't want it to end..." Jennifer's eyes glazed.

"Well, that's the good stuff. Just make sure he really wants you
before you throw yourself at him. You're asking him to make up for stuff
you've been missing since before I was born! That's a lot!" Jackie
asserted.

Terry said quietly, "You don't know who he is, but we do. He's Bobby
McCormick's big brother!"

"Oh, God! How old is he?" Jennifer was scandalized. She'd thrown
herself on a teenager!

"I think Mr. McCormick said he's 24 or so. He's not a kid, even if he
IS younger than you are." Jackie replied.

"Whew! Still..." Jennifer's relief was palpable, if not complete.

Back in the room, Mike was rallying. "What if I like her? I don't
know what it is, but she makes me feel good!"

Al stomped on it. "Well, let's see... When's the last time you had
pussy? When's the last time you cuddled a woman?" Both Helen and Mike were
blushing furiously at Al's raw comments, but they had their effect. "This is
about more than sex, Son."

Mike struck back. "While we're at it..." he framed Helen with a
significant glance, "Are you ready to tell me the difference between love
and sex?"

Helen piped up. "If anything, we have the opposite problem. Your
father will have to go a long way before I can accept that we have anything
in common but sex. Jennifer is likely to go straight to deep romance."

"What if I don't consider that to be a bad thing? I haven't exactly
been swimming in the stuff!" After a moment's thought, he added, "Jennifer?
Her name's Jennifer?"

Helen nodded. Al shrugged. "Son, I'm not going to run your life
I'm just here to warn you that this isn't a normal woman, and if you enter
into a relationship with her, it likely won't be a normal relationship! I'm
done talking you do as you please!"

Jennifer stuck her head back through the door, looking sheepish, eyes
downcast. "I guess I made a fool of myself."

"Are you sure?" Mike asked. He crooked a finger.

Jennifer hobbled over, hope and fear warring in her green eyes.

When she reached the bedside, Mike regarded her, poker faced. "How
sure are you?"

Jennifer visibly gathered her courage. "I'm not. I felt something.
I want to feel it again!"

Mike locked eyes with her. "So did I. Look, I'm not superman, and I
can't promise we're the perfect couple. But if you want to try..."

Jennifer started shaking like a leaf. Mike took it for a moment, then
held out his arms. "C'mere, Missy!" Crutches went everywhere. They didn't
kiss; Jennifer just crawled onto the bed and tucked her head into his
shoulder and cried, loudly. Mike rubbed her back and crooned softly to her.
Jackie and Terry watched from the door. They shared one of their patented
telepathic glances, and Jackie shrugged. "She needs it, bad. I wish us all
luck!" Terry hugged her to him.

Twenty minutes later, a frowning nurse intervened to push them all
out. Jennifer promised to see Mike the next day, inside the hospital or
out. As she hobbled out the ER doors, Jennifer observed, "You haven't said
anything."

Jackie shrugged. "Mike made the call. I don't really think he has
any intention of hurting you; in fact, I think he's really nice. I just
wanted to make sure you weren't harboring unrealistic expectations. I
REALLY don't want to clean up the mess, afterward. But I also REALLY want
you to be happy! If Mike can do it, more power to him!"

On the way home, Jennifer called Ellen Michaels. The question blew
everyone who heard it away: "Can Terry crash at our house? It's late, and
I don't want him to have to get up extra early, too. We can take proper
care of him..."

Ellen stared at the phone like a hand had popped out of the earpiece.
"Uh, well, okay. Let me talk to him."

Jennifer handed Terry the phone. "Mom?"

"Terry, is Jennifer sick? Did she hit her head?" Ellen was somewhat
concerned, not to mention confused.

Terry laughed. "No, actually, I think she's cured or at least on
the proper treatment..."

"Hmph. I'd have diagnosed her as in dire need of a man..."

"And you'd have been right. Look, I'll be fine we're past the rough
spots. I can crash on the couch; I've got some spare stuff in the back of
the car. Okay?"

"Okay, Dear. I'll see you tomorrow."

"G'night, Mom."

"Good night."

Paul regarded his wife with raised eyebrows. "And that was?"

Ellen was still somewhat glazed. "Jennifer Hardesty, asking if Terry
could spend the night."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! I guess she DID get hit by a truck!"

"That's not terribly charitable!" Paul reproved.

"Well..."

"Come to bed. If you can't say anything nice about someone..." Paul
yawned and turned over.

Helen and Al returned to Al's and settled down for the night. The
night's activities had left them both pretty jangled, so when Helen rather
sheepishly crawled into bed, Al just gathered her in and hugged her to him.
They talked disjointedly about this and that, then fell asleep during one of
the gaps in conversation, Al halfdraped across Helen with an arm under her
neck and the other hand wrapped around one of her massive mammaries.

Jennifer organized Jackie's efforts to settle Terry in the guest room.
It hadn't seen much use over the years, and required so much reorganization
to find the bed that they almost gave up and parked Terry on the couch.
Finally, however, all of the proper components had been gathered, and the
bedding had been changed. Terry brought up some stuff from the car that he
had kept around for emergencies; the top layer wouldn't be fresh, but his
underclothing would.

Only an idiot could miss Jackie's excitement at having her boyfriend
sleep under her roof, and Jennifer wasn't one. She gathered the pair
together and put her foot (the good one) down. "I know I've been paranoid
before, but this time I think I'm being totally reasonable. You (looking at
Jackie) need to stay in YOUR room, and you (eyeballing Terry) need to stay
in the guest room. I'm not ready to indicate even tacit approval of you two
sharing a bed! Do we understand each other?" The pair exchanged one of
their signature glances and nodded in unison. The request was reasonable,
and so was the tone; the pair decided not to act up. "Good!" Jennifer
continued. "I'm tired, and we all have a long day ahead of us. Don't stay
up too long!" She turned and hobbled toward her room, leaving them to say
their goodnights in peace.

Jennifer undressed and got into bed, but sleep wouldn't come. The
past few hours had been a kaleidoscope elements of pain and fear mixed
liberally with comfort and joy. The ordeal under her broken vehicle was a
scary memory but intermixed with it was the smell of Mike's musk and the
feel of his hands and sound of his voice murmuring as he comforted her. The
scene in the hospital room had enforced the finer parts of the experience;
Jennifer had totally lost herself in his embrace. It occurred to her that
bringing Terry home might have been a mistake; it was asking quite a lot of
the pair to be good, and just the idea of the pair of them together, added
to her own recent exposure to romance, had her experiencing feelings she
couldn't put a name to. Finally, she fell into a troubled sleep, dreaming
fragments of mixed tenderness and terror.

The young couple followed instructions, necking uncomfortably in the
hall for a few minutes before retiring to their separate rooms. Their
sleep, too, was troubled, but at least they recognized the problem for what
it was sexual tension and each took what actions he or she thought they
could get away with to relieve it.

At Nellis', things settled down quickly following the blowoff
triggered by Merry's amazing punishment. Mandi never left Rick's bedroom
(except maybe to pee) the whole night. After settling Bobby's status during
the phone call with Big Al, Bobby and Dina handled the sleeping arrangements
in the usual manner: Bobby settled on the couch, and Dina went upstairs
until things got quiet, then joined Bobby there to sleep and spoon.

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Samantha "Sam" Wassermann sat at her table impatiently
twitching her leg. She also smoked a cancer stick while she
stared at the clock. To shake things up, she would stare at
the clock while she smoked a cancer stick.

Her cigarette was a thinner than the standard type, much as
she wasn't. Your write is not implying that Sam was
overweight. Only a typical guy would think that. Her
figure would match that of any other woman who took
reasonable care of herself, rather than starve in the name
of fitting into a smaller cocktail dress.

Her long blonde confessed its true nature by the faint
darker roots, a condition just at the beginnings of being
sexy rather than crass. Red paint covered her artificial
nails, which extended length of her fingers again to the
point of attraction. Her makeup, further, complimented her
appearance, a sign of definite skill at the craft.

Her tight black leather outfit just topped off her look.

It was a simple ensemble. The boots reached to her midthigh
and were a tad loose around the upper leg rather than the
super tight style that would zip up the side. Her slightly
too large for her frame tits strained against the slight
restriction of her bra, a simple device of three leather
straps and two triangles on soft glove leather. Each had
the circle above the nipple removed to allow access to the
sensitive skin beneath. The bottom was a simple pair of
panties.

The effect was that of a leather bathing suit. As accent
pieces she wore studded cuffs around her wrists with a
matching collar. A Dring hung from the collar.

As we had ogled her, Sam had finished her smoke. As her
hand reached toward the pack next to her ashtray, she heard
the sound of a key struggling with a lock and a hand
fighting and uppity knob. She quickly ran to the door as
fast as her four inch heels would let her. She thus had a
moment to settle into a kneeling position with her head held
down and arms relaxed to her sides.

A man entered the house. He was about a head shorter than
the prostrated woman would have stood in her boots. He held
a briefcase and wore a brown suit in need of a light steam
press. With his free hand, Milton J Wassermann, AKA Wass,
combed his thinning, graying hair back with its fingers. He
stood and surveyed his not that bad looking wife and sex
slave. He put down his briefcase by releasing the handle
and letting it fall to the floor.

"You're late, master." Sam told her husband.

"Sorry, dear."

"It is play night, master. This pitiful excuse for a woman
is your slave not your dear, master."

"Sorry, my slave."

With this the woman stood up and took Wass's hand. With her
head still down she took him into the dinning room. The
lights were down low and candles burned brightly on the
table. Already, there was a covered plate in front of the
single place sitting.

"I have already eaten, master," explained Sam as Wass took
his seat in front of his meal. "I had it ready for you when
you were suppose to be home. I wanted it ready for you when
you were suppose to arrive."

Wass lifted the lid to dinner, as Sam knelt next to him to
beg for a treat or two. He silently ate his dinner as she
talked about her day, which had consisted mostly of oiling
whips and preparing the dungeon for the evenings activities.
When he had started to push away his plate, she stopped him.

"Eat your Brussel sprouts, master. You know that Dr. Spin
told you needed to eat more vegetables, master."

"Yes, my slave," replied Wass in a monotone as he brought
his plate back in front of him.

Once his veggies were all byebye, and the plate safely
pushed away, Wass shoved back his chair and stood up.

"Master, I laid out your things in the bedroom. I will meet
you downstairs."

"Yes, my slave."

A short moment later, Wass slouched into the
basement/dungeon wearing black, leather pants and a white
shirt with buttons removed from the navel and up. Each step
fell onto the wooden steps with a thump, followed by another
thump. At the bottom of the steps, Sam knelt waiting for
him.

"It took you long enough, master."

"Sorry, my slave."

"Well, hurry up and tie me up," she commanded as she stood
and went to the table in the middle of the moody room. "We
haven't got all night, and I have been a naughty girl. I
need to be punished."

"Yes, my slave."

Wass went to a cabinet and open it taking out several
lengths of rope, while his wife stood next to the table. He
used on of the longer lengths to tie a quick harness around
the woman as she commented on the skill of the dom in
fashioning the binding. First, he took the rope around the
back of neck and brought it around through the Dring. He
tied a hitch into the rope and left a loose loop around her
neck.

Once anchored, his practiced hands twisted the two ends
together down to the standing woman's crotch. Each of the
strands went to the sides of her swollen vulva, and around
the outside perimeter of her buttock. He brought them back
together just above the ass crack. Then, he began to tie
loops into them as it went up her back. Again, the rope was
brought over her shoulders and gently tied to the collar's
Dring.

"Shall I lay down, master?"

"Yes, my slave."

The woman lay down on the table, so her back was exposed.
Carefully, he used separate ropes to tie each side of the
harness and her arms to the table. A third rope secured her
legs down as well.

"Give me the lash, master."

"Yes, my slave," agreed Wass as went back to the cabinet and
brought out a small, homemade cato'ninetails with ten inch
long whips at the business end. He carried it to the table
and presented it to the bound woman.

"No, not that one. The big one, master." She growled at
him. "I have been very naughty."

"Sorry, my slave."

A moment later, he presented another cato'nailtails to his
captive which she announced her approval of. After she
kissed the top of the handle, he pulled it away from her and
walked behind her. Slowly, he brought the leather lashed
against her back near one and then another of her shoulder
blades.

For a few moments, Sam quietly squirmed beneath the falling
whip, held mostly in place however by the bindings.
Finally, she cried out, "Damn it, master. Will you put some
backbone into it. I'm not made of porcelain, you know."

"Sorry, dear."

"And I'm not your dear right now; I'm your sex slave. Could
you please remember that, master."

"Yes, my slave," replied Wass as he began to quicken the
pacing and harden the strengths of blows. "Sorry, my
slave."

"And move down my back, master. At least use a little
imagination with what you are doing. I can guess where each
of your blows are going to land."

"Yes, my slave."

A moment passed with only the sound of leather against skin.
Or sometimes against leather, as the whip landed on the
panties covering the slave's ass. Then, two moments passed
as the lashing moved to her thighs. Finally, the silence
was broken.

"Is that as hard as you can hit me, master?"

"No, my slave."

"Well, damn it master, hit me harder. I'm almost there."

The sounds of each strike became louder with that. Sam's
moans after them became audible, as well. Wass just
silently stood as the whip came down against his woman. His
expression just numb.

"Beat me, master. Beat me. You know where, master. Beat
me there; I'm about to cum!" Sam shouted at the top of her
lungs. Wass moved his aim to the spot on the leather
panties right where the thighs met. He brought down one
stroke. And then another. And still another.

Finally, one more blow struck the woman against her sex,
with only a few millimeters of glove leather to armour the
against the sting. With that blow she began to shriek in
pleasure. The ropes fought bravely against the thrashing of
her body as it lost control to its pleasure.

Wass stood and watched, impassively.

At last, Sam held still. She took her breaths in panting
gulps. Sweat ran across her turned forehead. With effort
she turned her head from one side, to lay her cheek against
the other side of the table, so as to get a better look at
her husband.

"That was good, master. Did you enjoy it."

"Yes, my slave."

"Would you like a blow job as a reward."

"Yes, my slave."

"Come here," said Sam with a smile.

She shifted so her chin rested on the table. Wass moved in
front of her and lowered his pants. Sam's tongue reached
out and began to lick at his flaccid member. It began to
rise with her efforts and at last grew to a stiff five
inches.

"Fuck my mouth, master."

"Yes, my slave."

Wass began to pump at her mouth and in twentytwo strokes
dibbles on water fluid began to pool in Sam's mouth. She
swallowed with the appropriate yummy noises as Wass pulled
away and brought the zipper up.

"Are you ready for bed now, master."

"Yes, my slave."

"So am I. Untie me master and let's go upstairs."

"Yes, my slave."

"I love you, Wass. Do you love me?"

"Yes, dear."

Note: Sam is a SAM, which is short for a Smart Ass
Masochist. Well, Wass (rhymes with sauce) is a was (again
rhymes with sauce) or a weak ass sadist.

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Cath - Holiday in Greece

(Mf, first, cheat) Sasha Mai 2004

This is the first part of a story about Cath, a young woman
discovering slowly her sexuality.

I was 15 and didn't look forward to spend another summer together with
my parents at a boring hotel on Crete, Greece. My parents worked for the
government and thus we were able to stay in a luxurious hotel on a
half-island near the beautiful city of San Nikolaos. As the summer before,
I knew I would spend most of the time swimming, sunbathing, reading books
and visiting historical sites on the island. How should I know that this
summer 12 years ago would be the start of an exiting discovery of my
sexuality.

Arriving by plane, we took a taxi from the airport to the hotel, where
my dad rented a nice duplex for 3 weeks of a quiet and relaxing vacation.
My parents had the large bedroom on the ground and I stayed in the second
bedroom next to the large living room on the first floor. We had satellite
TV, sea view, a terrace and a balcony. The beach was 5 minutes away and
the hotel offered a variety of bars, restaurants and various sport
activities like tennis, wind-surfing, water ski, jet ski and diving.

I didn't share the passion of my parents for ancient Greece myths and
apart from the sun, the sea and some books of Elmore Leonard I stayed most
time at the beach reading, swimming and watching the other guests at the
beach. The days passed, I got a nice tan and got bored.

Since I had nothing better to do as a naive little girl I started
innocently flirting with other guys. Since most male guests were much
older than me, I didn't really think about what I was doing, I just enjoyed
teasing the others. Since I was only 15. the wifes didn't care much about
that young kid who enjoyed her time and they had nothing to worry about...

Or had they?

Meeting John, a tall British guy from Manchester, something changed. He
invited me to a cocktail one afternoon and told me the story of his life.
Being feed up with his wife and the kids he turned to the attractive young
girl at the bar. I felt flattered by the attention, by someone who treated
me as an equal. His wife, spending most time in the apartment due to
chronic headache, seemed to be a bitch and I tried to comfort this
attractive guy in his best age.

John was about 1.90, very fit and very handsome with light brown hair.
He confessed me that he liked what he saw, a young girl, about 1.70, a
athletic tanned body about 58 kilo and small but firm breasts. We talked a
lot, spend time swimming to the sunbathing-island of the beach. Our
conversation turned more and more intimate as he told me about the great
time he had with his wife at university, before they had their kids. I
told him that I hadn't had anything with a boy so fare, what he didn't
believe. Later, we discovered a small island of the cost, about 15 minutes
to swim away from our hotel.

It was the last week of my holidays and I spend most of the time without
my parents, who discovered some monastery as well as they passion for
orthodox icons. Spending most of their last days on Crete hunting
religious art I had all the time I wanted for myself or with John. It was
one afternoon, John and I were sitting at the beach bar when our
conversation turned to his relationship again. He was sad, I took his hand
and felt like I was hit by electric current. Touching his hand, I felt
sparks racing through my fingers into my body. Our eyes meet and I felt my
face turning red. I was shocked, I didn't knew what happened to me or to
my body...

John returned my touch, didn't look away and I got lost in his eyes. We
got up without talking and went for a swim to cool of. As we reached the
platform near the beach, I felt his body against mine as I climbed the
stairs up. Without talking, we were relaxing in the sun, my hand touched
his and I looked at him. He watched me quietly.

"It's noon, why don't we go inside to get some rest, it's too hot." I
asked John.

"Where do you want to go, Cath?"

"My place. My parents won't come back till later the afternoon."

"Are you sure Cath?" John asked me.

"Yes, they are off to the other side of Crete, don't know when they come
back but they left early this morning."

"Only if you want Cath."

I got up and dived into the water and returned to the shore. I heard
the splash when John dived into the water to follow me. I walked to my sun
bed, got the keys and returned to the bungalow. I felt the hot sand and my
wet bikini against the skin. I opened the door and left it open for John.
Turning the AC on, I walked up to the living room and turned on the stereo
and looked for a local radio station. Hearing the door closing I turned
around and saw John coming upstairs. I looked into his eyes and walked
slowly to him.

We looked into each others eyes and we got closer. I felt this breath,
I felt his nose touching mine and felt strange feelings like butterflies in
my stomach. Our lips meet, I felt his skin and opened my mouth expecting
so much and receiving a wonderful kiss, feeling the first time a tongue
penetrating my mouth, searching for my tongue... my first real kiss!

"Ahhhhhhh....." I moan...

John took me into his arms and I let myself go... falling down with
John together on the sofa. We kissed, we touched each other... feeling
his fingers, his hands all over my body.

"May I...?" John asked me. I looked into his eyes and took for him my
bikini-top off. Johns was silent and I waited for him to say or to do
something. Didn't he like me? Was something wrong?

"You..." John said quietly "are so beautiful."

I felt how my face turned red and John went down on his knees in front
of me, kissing my skin, my face, my tits. John touched me softly and it
felt so good. He placed me down on the sofa, kissing me gently, pulling
down my bikini-slip, kissing and touching me legs.

I am excited and curious, it's like an adventure. John softly continues
to explore my body and I feel the soft breeze of this breath, the wet tip
of his tongue, the soft touch of his fingers and it feels so good, so
natural. John spreads my legs and continues his exploration and comes
nearer and nearer to my hot spot, to this field of energy which feels so
good, which seems to be the source of all the pleasure I am feeling.

"Oahhhhhh...!" Like a strike I feel something hitting me... I am
turning wild when John touches the spot between my legs, when I feel the
soft touch of his tongue on my lips, searching for the small but hard spot
between the lips, a place I know from secret touches, a place which is the
source of internal lightning.

John spreads my legs further apart, dives deeper into the deep between
my legs, dives further to stimulate those exiting feelings I never felt
before. I am moaning loudly, being excited, being overwhelmed by the
feelings John let me experience through his touches, through his sucking
and licking. Can it be greater?

John gets up and I see the large bulk in his tight swimming trunks. My
eyes widen as he takes them of and the large hard cock comes into my
vision. Sure, I have seen a dick before in a book or a TV-Film but this is
my first real cock...

"May I touch it?"

"Sure Cath, just touch it." John said with a smile.

I carefully touched the tip of Johns dick, followed the hard fleshy
shaft and heard Johns soft moan.

"Is it good like this?" I asked...

"You can place your hand around it..." John told me, "like this..." and
John showed me how he strokes himself. "Just try it." He told me with a
smile.

I placed my hand around his cock and started to stroke him softly. His
skin felt soft and nice and I remembered a picture in a porn magazine I saw
once back in school. I went down and gave Johns Cock a kiss. I looked at
him and saw his pleased smile. I gave his dick another kiss and than
placed my tongue on the tip, slowly licking him, making his dick wet.
Johns moans became louder... I was pleased that he liked it.

John stopped me and directed me back onto the sofa. He spread my thighs
softly and i didn't resist. I thought I knew what was coming, I wanted
this, I wanted to become a women, to be taken by John. I moaned softly
when I felt the tip of his dick touching the lips, when his tip stroked
softly my hot, wet and virgin pussy. I smiled at him, I moaned, I was
willingly submitting myself to him.

John gently continued to stroke my wet lips, caressing my tight pussy
while I was moaning and enjoying these unknown pleasures, feeling the
arousal and waiting that he continues. He realized that I wanted him so
take me so much, I spread my legs further apart and pushed forward against
his dick, feeling him slowly parting my lips, slipping slowly in my tight
pussy. It felt so full, it hurt a bit but it was so great...

"Oagghhhh... ahhhhggg..."I moaned loudly and than this sudden pain!

John stopped immediately. He waited and I recovered slowly... feeling
the pain fade, feeling his large manhood in me. Did I really wanted it to
happen...?

"Are you ok?" John asked me. I had to decide. He knew, I knew... it's
my hymen and its stopping him from penetrating me further.

"Yes John..." I said breathing heavily. "I want you..." breaking to
breath... "I want you to take me..." I said slowly, looking in his eyes...
"please... don't stop."

I looked at his hard cock, the head still buried between my tights... I
gasped...

"My God, please John..."

I wanted it and John knew. I closed my eyes and pushed my body against
the flesh, pressing against Johns shaft. John pushed very slowly forward,
we both felt it and I held my breath sharply.

"PLEASE!" I shouted...

I felt like a little slut... wanted to loose my virginity, becoming a
women... it was the first step to what I am now but than, I didn't knew. I
was just split between this unexplainable feeling I had and the pain when
John hit the hymen.

John pushed suddenly forward, I felt the pain and gasped loudly. His
dick penetrated my wet pussy past the hymen fast, painfully. I felt being
filled by something large, it was so intensive, so painful but also so
wonderful. I don't know but I was overwhelmed.

John stopped deep in me, gave me time to recover and slowly I did. The
pain slowly died, the feeling of his hard dick became stronger and I didn't
knew if I should enjoy it or not.

"Are you ok, Cath?"

Out of breath I replied "Yes... I am fine..." after a small pause I
said: "I am a woman now..."

He started slowly pushing and moving in me. It felt strange... did I
like it? I can't remember but my body started to react, to move with his
strokes, to respond to his pushing and I spread my legs further apart to
making his entry easier. He began to push more strongly, and I moaned
loudly... in pleasure? I don't know.

Soon John stopped fucking me.

"What... what are you doing..." I asked...

"I'm coming..." was his reply.

John retreated from my pussy slowly. I saw his hard, fleshy dick
covered in my juices, wet and red... my blood, my virginity which he took,
which I wanted to be taken from me.

I took his cook and started stroking him... I saw the pleasure on his
face ans suddenly I felt something hot, something wet hitting my skin, my
stomach, my tits. John shot his load, his semen, his juices on me.

John collapsed next to me and we were just lying there for some time,
recovering from what had happened. I didn't knew what to think. I wasn't
a girl anymore, I lost my hymen, I was a woman know and John made it
happen. Happy...? No... it felt good and so right when we started but
than the pain and than this feeling of being filled up with something
large... I was so unsure, insecure...

John kissed me softly... and that felt right. I responded and our
tongues meet. We looked at each other and I smiled.

"You cried..." John said.

"No..." I lied... "just a bit" I replied now laughing. "Its ok now...
but it was too much."

"I am here..." John said.

He was so sweet, so sensitive. We stayed a bit longer on the soft and
than we dressed again. I was so glad that the sofa was dark blue. We
tried to wash the strains out of the fabric but dark spots stayed. It was
still early afternoon and we went to the beach separately. I went swimming
and meet John later at the bar. We flirted as usual but somehow it was
differently. I felt grown up, felt equal to the other woman at the bar. I
was now a woman, too.

Around six, my parents arrived and I went with them back to the
bungalow. They were tired and had a shower before we went to have dinner.
After dinner they went to bed because they planned another trip the next
day. I decided to join them the next day, I needed to think, needed to
rest...

The next day was somehow uneventful. My mum noticed that I was
different but after I explained that 2 weeks sunbathing, 2 weeks swimming
and 2 weeks doing nothing at all is quite boring, she accepted it and
concentrated on those icons again. Dad was completely occupied with
studying the motives and didn't realize anything. Coming back to the
hotel, I understood my my parents are so tired each evening, driving around
is very exhausting as well and after dinner I explained to my parents that
I prefer sleeping long, getting a tan and boring myself at the beach.

I meet John the following day. We both were pleased so see each other
again and soon we meet secretly in the bungalow again. We kissed and
undressed slowly, we enjoyed touching and stroking each other. I enjoyed
his kisses, I enjoyed him taking me, I enjoyed being taken by a 40-year-old
man, I enjoyed being wanted.

"Ohhh John... I missed you..."

"And I missed you..." John replied. "When I didn't see you yesterday, I
was concerned that you didn't want to see me again."

"I..." I looked at him... I felt the tears on my cheek... "I needed
some time..." I paused again... "I just needed to relax a bit."

"Sure... that's fine with me." John said with a smile. His smile was
gentle, I liked that smile so much.

We kissed again and I felt his dick stiffen. I took it in my hands and
stroke him. John moaned and we kissed again. I leaned back, opening my
legs for him and John moved between them, kissing my tights, kissing the
skin, kissing his way up to my hot spot that was already wet... the nearer
John came, the hotter I got, I couldn't wait much longer and spread my legs
even further.

"May I?"

"Just fuck me gently..." I answered, hoping and praying it will be
better than the first time. I knew from articles that after the first time
it's getting better. Or at least I hopped so...

John licked my clit softly and I moaned load. I felt his tongue making
me even wetter and soon he got up, placed his hard cock against the wet
lips of my pussy. I felt the soft pressure and pressed myself slowly on
his manhood. I felt his shaft parting the lips, felt him gently
penetrating my, felt pleasure...

"Ahhhh...." I moaned "it's so nice...."

John moved slowly deeper in me and I let him. I felt his dick filling
me up and it felt good. No pain, just a bit strange... unusual, new,
exciting...

We fucked very slowly and I enjoyed it very much. John lasted this time
much longer and I had my first orgasm... a soft but powerful and very
emotional orgasm. I enjoyed his touch, I enjoyed this feeling and I was so
happy that I let this happen to me, that I let John take me.

It wasn't the last time we fucked that day, it wasn't the last orgasm I
had. We spend each possible minute together, we had sex as often as we
could without drawing attention to us. I was just 15 and even though I
knew I was a woman now, this relationship was illegal for us and he was
still married, even though his wife pretended to be ill all the time.

That she knew about us, I only found out on my last day in the hotel. I
meet her in the toilet of the hotel shortly before our taxi was leaving for
the airport.

"So you had fun?" She asked.

"Yes." I replied truthfully, adding in my mind that I had more fun than
she could know. "I hope you feel better."

"Yes, I do..." she replied. "Now that I have my husband back.

"What...?" I replied in disbelieve. How could she know?

"Thought I wouldn't know about your little affair? You weren't the
first, you're not his last toy..." she said with an evil smile. "Never
thought though that he would fuck a kid."

"I..." I stuttered.. "I... I'm not a kid!"

"No," she replied, "just a slut."

I felt getting as red as a tomato. John was right, she was a bitch.
Than she left the toilet, leaving me alone. I tried to calm down before
returning to my parents. We left the hotel, we left Greece and I left my
childhood behind me. My old life returned but it wasn't as before. I had
discovered something within me, I missed it and those nights and days alone
made me crazy. Soon after the next school year had started, I found a guy
one year above me but he was nothing compared to John and he was shocked by
my lust and needs. I didn't wanted an unexperienced kid, I wanted someone
who knew how to please a real woman, someone like John.

12 years later, I am glad that I meet John because he opened a new world
to me, a world I can't imagine to miss. John was my first love, he was the
first who showed me the pleasures of sex and I still see him once or twice
a year. We kept in contact and John became my fatherly friend. The friend
who is there, who I trust and who understands me.