Chapter 1

Caution: This Romantic Love Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, .

Desc: Romantic Love Story: Chapter 1 - college love affair, years later.

I saw her from across the room, a ghost from my past. Gently disengaging from the group I was chatting with, I moved to her side and touched her lightly on the arm.

"CeCe, is it really you?"

She looked at me quickly, smiling as recognition came.

"Looney! My gosh, it's been twenty five years! How are you?"

People were turning to see who I was talking to.

"Yes, CeCe, it's me. Nobody's called me Looney in years, though. It brings back good memories."

She had taken my hand and hadn't let go. People were suddenly very interested, I was well known here. Pulling her gently along we came to a couch and sat down.

"A lot of memories for me as well. Did your life go as you plan? Did you get the rich husband and houseful of kids you wanted? Is that why you're here? Bringing another legacy to your old school?"

I was smiling, but I guess some of my questions brought back some old pain.

She looked uncomfortable for just a second and then spoke.

"Yes and no. Yes and no, and yes. My life pretty much went to plan until last year. I did get the rich husband and had four kids. That's why I'm here, My second child, Marie, will be a freshman this year. Then last year my husband traded me in for a newer model. We've been divorced for about six months now. I can't complain, he was very generous. I can't even say I didn't see it coming, and realistically I wasn't too upset when it ended. We had twenty years of happiness, eight of comfort, and two of indifference. But enough about me. When we parted I came back home.

Do you have a child here also? Is that why you're here?"

We were at a meet and greet for parents of new students. Sort of a way to reassure them they weren't wasting the enormous amount of money it took to put a child trough college. I did have a daughter here, but that's not why I was there. I was actually dean of my department.

I sort of told a half truth. There were reasons, reasons that went back 30 years.

"Yes, my youngest is here, an art major. Not very practical, but she loves it."

We talked for about thirty minutes. Just before I left to mingle just a bit more I asked if I could take her picture. I was still in contact with some of our old friends. I showed her some pictures I had of some of them. She was nodding along making comments.

"I can't believe he went bald! That can't be her real hair color. Her husband looks handsome. Oh my, is that really Amy? She looks almost like she did thirty years a go. Some of us sure aged gracefully. What's she doing now? Is she married, any kids?"

Again, I didn't tell the whole truth.

"Yes, she been married twenty nine years to the same guy. Two kids, boy and girl. She became a teacher, still works in the local school system. I think she's happy, but who knows for sure. I know her husband can be a bit irritating at times."

She gave me a card with her numbers on it.

"When you see here, give her this. I'd love to see her again. And yes, you can take my picture. But loon-I means James, be kind when you talk about me. I know how I look-"

I stopped her. "You look great. Besides, I still see you as a twenty year old, your hair in that french braid you liked so much, that great rack, and tight jeans."

She laughed but had tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Looney, I hated that braid. I wore it that way for you. I haven't been in jeans for years. I don't think they would look so good on me now."

She had always been a big girl. In college she had weighed about 170, but she was almost six feet tall so she carried it well. Now, if I had to guess, I would say she had gained a hundred pounds, at least. She still carried it well, she had always had presence.

I hugged and kissed her goodbye, again watched by the whole room. I mingled a bit more, fulfilled my obligations and headed for the door. She was leaving as well.

She had a young girl by the hand. She was almost a carbon copy of her at twenty.

"This must be your daughter. You can't deny those genetics."

I shook her hand as CeCe introduced her.

She introduced me as am old friend from school, asking her if she remembered her talking about me, the one she called Looney. Her mouth flew open.

As I turned to put on my jacket she had one more comment.

"Do you still have that old Sportster? Still got the tattoo?"

"Believe it or not, I still do. Hardly ever ride it though. Got a nice Ultraglide I ride when it's fit weather. You remember what the winters are like up here. The tats still there, but awfully faded now. Goodnight, CeCe."

I got my SUV and drove home to my wife. I definitely had a tale for her.


It was 1982. I was twenty-one, single, and having a good time. I dated and bedded women, but had not found 'the one'. To be honest, I wasn't really looking either.

I had a good job that I enjoyed. It paid well, so I was able to indulge myself with a few toys. My pride and joy was a 1975 Sportster. It was fully chopped, with a twisted girder front end, nine inches over stock. Five spoke mags and American Eagle white letter tires, rectangular headlights, teardrop gas tank, and a gleaming black paint job. I kept it spotless. It was a girl magnet.

I knew as good as my job was I didn't want to be a factory worker for the rest of my life, so I took night classes at the local community college. I got an associate degree in three years going part time. After graduation I looked around but couldn't find anything better than what I had so I stayed put, working overtime and trying to save money. I had a vague plan to save enough to quit and finish my four year degree at a good college.


There was an old fashioned dance hall in my county

that had been in operation for as long as I could remember. Alcohol laws were strange in my mid southern state. This was a dry county, so the place couldn't sell beer or liquor. It did have a 'brown bag' permit, where you could bring your own. Liquor could be on the table and you bought mixers from the club. If you had beer, it was labeled and put into a cooler and you were charged twenty five cents a can for 'cooling fees'. Anywhere alcohol flowed there was a chance folks could get rowdy, so they kept an off duty deputy, still in uniform, as security. It had been the same guy for thirty years. He was now in his early sixties and was strictly a reserve officer, used for such things as directing traffic during major county events.

It also had one of the best grills in the area, and one of my first jobs as a teen was as a busboy and short order cook. It was an education I would have never gotten working at a pizza place or teen burger joint. You got to see and hear a lot cleaning the tables in the hall. Drunk women would make comments or rub body parts while their men would have a good laugh. If they knew how many serious offers I got they wouldn't have laughed nearly as hard. I wasn't really a virgin, but two brief encounters on the backseat in the dark were the extent of my experience.

My sexual education began in earnest when I was eighteen. One night the owner came to me and asked a favor. One of his regular couples had too much to drink and needed to be driven home. Another couple had ridden with them and the wife was to be the driver, but they had met friends and left them. The deputy wouldn't let them get behind the wheel and I was the solution.

My parents were friends with the owners, that's how I got the job. I usually didn't get home until one thirty in the morning and my mom almost always stayed up, sleeping on the couch, until I got home. I would wake her, and knowing I was home safe, go in to bed. I knew if I took them home it would be after three before I in.

It was just before midnight and my boss said if I would take them now he would pay me my full time and I would still get home almost on time. He also said he would tell my parents about it the next day. Well, I knew they had an almost brand new Lincoln Town Car, and I would probably never get another chance to drive a car that nice, so I agreed.

Barb was in her middle thirties and attractive in a hard sort of way. Her husband Bob was in his late fifties and owned the local Ford dealership. I guess you would call her a trophy wife.

We pretty much poured Bob into the backseat. Barb got into the front because she didn't want a drunk flopping all over her for 45 minutes. She sounded pretty angry when she said that. We had just hit the interstate when she began to talk to me.

She didn't like her life. Oh, they were rich, she got every thing she wanted but affection. Once Bob married her he pretty much ignored her. If she hadn't told him to take her out at least once a week or she would get someone else to she wouldn't even get to dance. She told me she wanted to go to some of the upscale clubs, gosh knows they could afford it, but he was in a rut and the little dance hall suited him just fine.

She slid over next to me. She started to rub my arm and ask questions.

"Enough about me. You got a little girlfriend, James?"

I grinned. You don't get much of a love life if you work until the wee hours on the weekend. If I went out on dates it was usually on Sundays. It actually worked out well for me, by Sunday most guys were broke and done dating for the week. I was presentable, had a car, and didn't mind spending a little. I could have something lined up every week if I wanted. Usually, I wanted.

"Nobody steady, ma'am. My schedule puts a crimp on that. I do date. just don't have the time for anything serious."

She grinned. "So then, ever show one of them how big the backseat is?"

I was getting nervous.

"I don't feel comfortable talking about that, Mrs. Jones."

"Relax baby, I like you don't kiss and tell. By not telling you told me a lot. I was a horny teen girl once. If boys were worse than girls it must be awful. And call me Barb, Mrs. Jones makes me feel really old."

Her soft voice took any sting out of the conversation.

"Turn left here. It's the third driveway on the left."

These days it would have been called a McMansion. A huge house on a small lot in a brand new subdivision. It was two stories with a basement, built into a sloping yard. We parked outside the basement and between both of us we got him into the house. The basement was the party room. A small bar, a pool table, a poker table, party lights, a couch and some occasional chairs. We got him to the couch, He was a big guy and we knew we would never get him upstairs. She took off his shoes, loosened his belt, and covered him with a blanket.

"He'll be fine. If he wakes he'll come to bed, but I'll probably have to come get him in the morning. Come upstairs for a second. I'll make some coffee."

I didn't plan on staying.

"Barb, I need to get back to my car. I'll just leave. The keys will be on the counter of the club when you come to get your car."

That didn't fly.

"Oh no. Bob would kill me if I left his car in a parking lot overnight. I'm not drunk, I just needed someone to help me get him inside. He's a bitch if he wakes up on the backseat. Let me wash my warpaint off and we'll go."

Well, I was stuck. And the boss did say he would explain it to my parents if I was late.

She had a great kitchen. Setting up the coffee pot she excused herself. She came back in ten minutes.

Gone were the makeup and party dress. She had on a simple sun dress and sandals. Her hair was in a ponytail. She looked younger, softer. I couldn't help it.

"You look great! Why don't you wear something like that when you go out?"

She beamed at the compliment.

"You'll understand why a woman likes to dress up when you're a little older. Plus, I have to project a certain image for Bob. Pour us a coffee, I have some cake around here somewhere."

She got out a pound cake. We drank and joked around for about 20 minutes. I didn't realize it at the time but we were actually flirting. Finally she got the keys and handed them to me.

"Drive back, please. I'm not drunk but I have been drinking. I'll be alright by the time we get there."

Again she slid over to me. As soon as we hit the interstate she starting flirting again.

"Ever have any naughty thoughts about me? I know I do about you every time you bend over our table. You know you got a cute butt?"

I couldn't help but grin.

"No, I didn't but thanks for the compliment. And yes I do have fantasies about you. You're the prettiest woman I've ever seen."

I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. She was almost leering.

"Too bad you're not a virgin, that was one of my fantasies. Tell me hon, do you ever think of me while you're, you know, relieving some tension?"

She had reached down and was gently stroking me.

I should have stopped her, but I was seventeen, a raging mass of hormones, and this was my dream woman.

"Often." was all I could get out in a strangled voice.

"Well baby, you know what's better than fantasy?"

She was leering now. I couldn't speak, I just shook my head no.

"Reality."

She had me unzipped by then, had me out. No teen age boy alive hasn't measured his dick at least once. I was six and three quarters, pretty respectable according to the two girls I had in my back seat. I felt hard enough to drive ten penny nails through a two by four.

"Oh my! You really are a growing boy."

I reached down in a feeble attempt to stop her but she grabbed my hand and put it back on the wheel.

"Uh Uh. baby, hands on the wheel for safety. Just drive, I'll take care of everything else."

Her mouth felt like ... I had nothing to compare it to. It felt great. She would nibble, lick, them slam all the way down. I was going crazy.

The faster she went, the faster I drove. When we got to the exit we were supposed to take I was doing 110. It was ten miles before the next exit and I could turn around. I was ready to explode.

I tried to warn her.

"Barb! I'm gonna, I'm gonna, ohhhhhhhh."

I exploded in her mouth. Honest, that what it felt like. I felt like I had blown the first two inches of my dick off.

She never slowed down, swallowing it all. After about two minutes she came up for air.

"You really are young and full of cum, aren't you?"

She was slowly stroking me. I was seventeen, I didn't go soft.

"I can't believe it? More, so soon? Alright baby, tell me when we get to the parking lot."

She went right back down, but licked slowly, lazily, sliding down on me once in a while with the speed of a glacier. I thought I would go crazy with the sensations. Soon we were in the parking lot.

"Barb, we're here."

She kissed me once more before raising up to jam her tongue down my throat. I didn't care where that mouth had been, her tongue felt great.

After a minute or two she stopped and told me I could touch her if I wanted. Boy, did I wanted.

I rubbed her hair, her shoulders, slid my hand down the side of her dress. She stopped and got out of the car. I thought I had messed up.

"This is taking too long. Remember, you're on a deadline." She told me as she slipped the dress off over her head. Of course, she was naked underneath. She hopped back in the car.

"Not too rough, lover, don't leave marks."

I tried to be gentle, really. But in fifteen minutes we were stressing the hell out of the shocks on that town car. She was squealing, moaning, thrashing around, even let out a respectable scream when she had her fourth orgasm.

This time I went numb when I came. We both lay there gasping for breath. she finally pushed me off.

"Damn, that was mind blowing for just a straight fuck! After I get done training you the little girls are gonna love you. Now unlock the door so I can clean up."

I sometimes had to come in early for food service deliveries, so the owners gave me a key to the grill. She didn't bother to put her dress on. In the light she looked even better. I was starting to get hard again. She noticed.

"Down, boy! If we had time ... but we don't. I'll see you next week."

She cleaned up, gave me a kiss while she was still nude.

"Clean up, your momma will know something was up if you come home smelling like pussy. And give me some air freshener to spray in the car. I'll get up early and have it detailed. If Bob asks I'll tell him I had to because he puked in it. It's happened before. Bye, baby."

Well, I did clean up and got home about three-thirty. Mom was a little upset when I woke her up. I told her Mr. Williams[my boss] would verify where I was and explained about taking the Jones home.

"You're such a nice boy" she said hugging me.

I slept the sleep of the dead.


Barb had me take them home the next week and about every other week after that. She was tired of getting fucked in the car so she came up with a plan.

"Jimmy, would you like to make a little extra money? If you do we need someone to mow our lawn, our guy just quit. We got a riding mower and the rest of the equipment. Of course, you'll have to do it on Saturday afternoons, while Bob plays golf. He has allergies, isn't that right honey?"

Bob looked bored.

"Whatever you want, dear."

The next Saturday I was there at noon, when Bob left. He usually played eighteen holes and had a few drinks with his cronies. Sometimes he played a little poker in the club room. He was a cheap bastard. He would give me a ten and a lecture about doing a good job. Barb always gave me another twenty. And I made damn sure I did a good job every time.

Like I said, they had a small yard. I could mow, trim, and edge in ninety minutes, If Barb would leave me alone. She had a habit of standing in front of the patio door in the basement watching me. Every time I made a round she would either flash me or lose an article of clothing. It made it hard to mow in a straight line. I would have to back track and smooth it up. As soon as she figured out it was costing her play time she stopped. I always made sure I was done before we played.

It became standard procedure for us to shower together before and after. I would bring clothes and go straight from there to work at the grill.

She taught me, well she taught me everything. Everything except anal. She was adamant. No one was ever driving up her dirt road.

She taught me how to do oral. It was the first thing we did to each other after the shower.

"Practice, baby, makes perfect. You can make up for a lot if you're a good pussy eater. Not that you have anything to make up for. The girl that gets you after you're trained should make sacrifices to the love gods every time your tongue hits her clit."

Did I fell bad for Bob? A little, but like I said, I was seventeen and getting steady sex. I got over it.

We almost got caught once. It started raining and instead of hanging around the bar Bob came home.

Luckily we had just started out shower and she was getting extra towels when she saw him drive up. We never did it in their bedroom, she said she just wasn't that much of a slut. We were in the guest bathroom. She yelled at me to stay in the shower, slipped on a sun dress and went out in the drive to hug him. It was pouring rain so he didn't know she was already wet.

He fussed at her for getting wet. They talked for a minute before he asked where I was. He knew I was still there because my car was still in the drive.

"He's in the shower in the guest room. He has to go straight from here to his other job, so he brings a change of clothes and dresses here. Remember we talked about that. You said it was o k if he didn't make a mess."

She hadn't talked to him about that but alcohol makes your memory suspect. He just grunted.

"If he makes a mess you have to clean it up."

She grinned. "I always do."

I heard the whole exchange. I came into the living room toweling my hair.

"Thanks again for letting me use the shower Mr. Jones. I couldn't mow the lawn otherwise."

He wasn't real gracious, but I was watching Barb run her hand over her forehead in a sign of relief.

After that episode we moved to an upstairs bed room where we could watch the driveway. This led to complications down the road.


We had been playing for about five months before it ended. It was late fall and the grass just didn't need mowing anymore. That Saturday she seemed to be possessed and more demanding than usual. She finally rolled me off her and gave me a huge kiss. I was surprised to see tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I was terrified.

"Just my heart. This was the last time, honey. Bob is finally starting to get suspicious, not of you, but he knows I've been a little too happy lately, and to be honest I have gotten too attached to you. I love how you make me feel. Most of the time I just love you. But it would never work. I'm 36 now and you're just beginning your journey. Find some little girl your age and make her the happiest woman on earth."

By then I was crying too, but I knew she was right. So we lay there for about 30 minutes just holding each other. Finally we took our last shower together. No playing, just soft brushes against each other.

Later as we were sitting at her kitchen table she told me if I ever needed any help to call, she would be there as much as she could.

She asked me to leave before Bob got home. As I left she gave me a final kiss.

"I've got a parting gift for you, Jimmy. When you leave, drive up one block and stop 625 Oak street. The lady there needs some chores done, and I told her you were the man for the job. Now leave, I have some crying to do before my husband gets home."

I walked down her driveway for the last time. I almost didn't stop by the address she gave me.

But it was the last promise I made to her, so I did.


When I knocked on the door one of the prettiest women I ever saw opened it. Where Barb was a tall, willowy red head, this woman was small at the most 5'1", a blonde with a killer body. She looked to be about forty. Her blue eyes were so clear it felt like she was looking right through you.

"You must be Jimmy. Barb told me you would stop by. Come in, please."

Her house had a similar floor plan as Barbs' and was very nicely furnished.

"I'll come right to the point. My husband was killed in an auto accident 11 months age. I need someone to fulfill his duties. I've used a couple of neighborhood kids but they just couldn't perform. Think you can handle it?"

"Husbandly duties? Had Barb just given me another lover?" flashed through my head.

"Uh, ma'am, what duties exactly do you mean?"

"Well right now I need the gutters cleaned and some flower beds mulched. What did you think I meant?"

There was a small smile playing about her lips. I was to discover in the coming months that Joanne was a terrible tease and a past master at double entendre.

"I wasn't sure. I'll be glad to help you. When do you want me to start?"

She seemed relieved.

"Oh, the same hours you gave Barb should be enough. I hate to ask because tomorrow is Sunday, but the gutters are badly clogged, could you come by and do that for me tomorrow?"

After I agreed, we made a bit of small talk and I left. As I walked out I saw she had an unobstructed view of Barbs' house. Looking at it made me sad. I moped for days.

I cleaned the gutters Sunday. She didn't hover, but she did check on my work. Over the next few weeks I trimmed bushes, reworked flower beds, whatever she wanted. We never discussed money but she paid well. Because she didn't have a husband to work around I started coming earlier so I could get back home to shower for work. One day she told me she had talked to Barb and didn't see why I couldn't bring clothes and get ready at her house. It would save me time and gas money.

"Don't worry, Jimmy, your virtue is safe with me."

I turned bright red and she giggled. But, I did start bringing a change of clothes.

After about a month I had pretty much done everything she needed. In fact, this time what she needed took me only an hour. I was gonna go back home, but she asked me to stay, she needed to ask me something. I noted she had a drink in her hand and had kept it fresh the whole time.

"Jimmy, I need to ask you something and tell you some things about me. Please hear me out before you say anything." She paused to sip her drink.

"I told you my husband died in an auto accident. That was true, but my marriage was dead long before that. After we had been married for about three years I got sick. It was ovarian cancer. I beat it, but after the surgery I couldn't have kids. I was thirty one at the time and we had just decided to start a family. That began the end of our marriage. I brought up adoption a few times, but he wasn't interested. We just drifted apart."

"When he died it hurt, but a tiny part of me was glad it was over. I intend to remarry, but so far I haven't even felt like dating. And I'm lonely, Jimmy, terrible lonely. I don't have family close and my only local friend is Barb."

She saw me wince. I still missed her. She took my hand.

"Come with me Jimmy, I want to show you something."

She led me to an upstairs bedroom. She opened the drapes, and handed me a pair of binoculars.

"Look" she commanded.

I took the binoculars and focused. I was looking straight into the bedroom Barb and I had sex in. We always kept the drapes open to keep an eye on the driveway. I handed them to her.

"You mean you saw..."

She nodded. "Everything. I wasn't prying. I was up here doing some cleaning when I looked out the window. I thought something was wrong. The binoculars were in the closet, I wanted to make sure she wasn't being being hurt. But what I saw on her face was joy."

"I couldn't help it. I started watching every Saturday." She grinned. "You have great stamina, bu the way. I finally worked up the nerve to tell Barb one day when she came over for coffee. I felt like if I could see you two maybe others could too. We checked, this is the only spot where her upstairs windows were visible."

She went silent for a few seconds, then blurted out "It aroused me, I felt things I hadn't felt in months, years. I felt like such a pervert. Stock in battery companies went up I'm sure."

"Barb was happy she had someone to confide in. You know she fell in love with you, right? That's why she ended it. She even suggested I seduce you. I bet you're missing steady sex, aren't you?"

"But I wanted to get to know you, see if you could possible hurt me. I don't think you would. So, I'm offering. I'm lonely, I don't have a husband to complicate things, and I can be discreet as well. What do you think?"

She stood and dropped her dress in one quick motion. She had on a bra that was basically just a shelf to display her breasts, a matching garter belt and tiny panty. Hose and black heels. I wondered why she was wearing heels that day. It was true, after having a steady lover for months, I missed it. I had a couple of backseat adventures, but after thoroughly enjoying a mature woman I found the girls my age shallow. However, the lessons I learned from Barb assured the girls had a good time, something they shared with their friends. I soon found myself much more attractive

to the girls in my senior class.

Hard as rock, I was tempted.

"Joanne, you are so beautiful. I don't know, this sounds goofy, but if I made love to you I feel like I'm disrespecting Barb. Does that make any sense?"

She had a large smile on her face.

"Barb was right. You are special. I told her Thursday what I intended to do today. We have her blessing."

She handed me the binoculars again.

"Look at Barbs' house again."

I did as she asked. Words can't describe what I saw. Barb was standing in the window with her own pair of binoculars. When she saw me she smiled, and nodded her head yes. She was crying at the same time. And she was nude. Never did figure what that meant.

So I became Joannes lover.


Barb was energetic, compassionate, and willing.

Joanne was an animal. Loud, demanding, willing to do anything. She would go to adult book stores in distant towns {she would take Barb with her for safety, this was before the internet] for books and toys. It seemed like every time I got there she had a new position or toy for us to try. She enjoyed the road less taken and we did a lot of anal. She really got into light bondage. I was uncomfortable with that for a long time, but I felt like if I didn't actually hurt her it was all right. Besides, what guy can't say he wasn't turned on to come into the house to find his lover kneeling by the door in just a collar and a leash? And she really, really enjoyed spankings.

She said if she wasn't bad enough to be spanked for fucking a teenager she shouldn't be fucked by a teenager. I became totally addicted.

With Barb I made love. With Joanne we fucked. The only thing I would never do was make love in the bedroom facing Barbs' house. She wanted to leave the drapes open to give Barb a thrill. I just couldn't do it.

Just before I graduated from high school I took some of the money I saved and bought a bike. It was a 1968 Triumph trophy twin, 500cc. My mom wasn't too happy, but I had just turned 18 and due to graduate in about a month. They knew I was moving out, two friends and I had rented an old house. I put the bike and insurance in my name.

They didn't want me to leave, but one of the reason I worked so many part time jobs was because I had three younger sisters, and money was always tight. This would ease some of the burden. My dad didn't say it much, but he was proud of me. I kind of think he had an idea of what I did with Barb and Joanne, he would look at me and grin from time to time.

This is when I learned what a pussy magnet a bike was. The girls from school almost lined up for rides. And Joanne went wild the first time I took her out on it. Part of our routine soon included a romp in bed, followed by a twenty or thirty minute ride on the bike, then back to an even bigger romp when we got back.

After I graduated I spent more time with Joanne.

She asked me what I was going to do with my life. I had a regular job but it didn't pay much. I was going to community college part time, In fact the school was really close to her house, which is why I spent more time with her. Sometimes I spent the night, rarely without lovemaking. Every once in a while she just wanted to cuddle.

I would see Barb from time to time but we rarely spoke. We could both see the pain in each others' eye.

On the nights I stayed over, Joanne would get up early and make me breakfast. I told her she didn't have to, she said she enjoyed it. Every once in a while her robe would gap open and I would be late for work.

One day she asked me again what I wanted to do with my life. I asked her not to laugh at me but I always thought I would make a good teacher She didn't laugh, she said I would make an excellent teacher. Of course, she was rubbing her bottom at the time and said I should get a position teaching Spanking 101. We did get carried away the night before, but I did point out I wasn't the one screaming harder.

"What's holding you back, honey?" she asked after I told her my dreams.

I put it bluntly.

"Money. My job is all right but it doesn't pay much, and I can't seem to find anything that pays better. I did all right in school but not good enough for a scholarship. I've got almost a year of community college done, but when I get my associate degree my schooling will probably end. I just won't have the money for a regular university."

She thought about it for a little while.

"I can't pay for your schooling, but maybe I can help get you a better job. Would that help?"

"Of course it would, but how could you help me?"

She said "I have my ways".

It turned out her ex sister in law was the personnel director for Glib Industries, on of the top paying companies in the area. You practically had to wait for someone to die before a position became available. And the waiting list was huge, everyone in the area had applied at one time or another. She was still close to her.

She told me from recent conversations that the company was about to expand. Without making promises, she told me to put in an application, and to put her and Barbs' husband down as references, she would square it with her. I did but didn't expect much.

I came home about three weeks later and one of my roommates told me Glib had and called and wanted me to come in for an interview. I called them immediately and agreed to come for an interview at nine the next morning. I was going to blow off work, but this would be too good an opportunity to pass up.

I was interviewed by the personnel director first.

She smiled and said "I understand you do odd jobs for my sister in law. She thinks highly of you. Now, tell me why you want this job."

I laid it out for her, being honest enough to tell her I didn't intend to make her company a career. I figured I was shooting myself in the foot doing so, but she just nodded along.

"I'm glad you were honest, Joanne had already told me your life goals. You might be interested to know the company awards scholarships, usually if it's beneficial for them, but sometimes it's just general. I'm going to turn you over to the production manager. If it goes well with him he'll give you to a shift manager. If it gets that far you have a real shot at the job."

Well, I jumped through the hoops well enough to get hired. The day I found out I rode my bike straight over to Joannes'. When she opened the door I snatched her off her feet and gave her a massive kiss. I must have held her off her feet for three minutes before I put her down. After she got her breath back she asked me what that was all about, not that she minded.

"I got the job! Thank you, thank you. Let's go celebrate."

Her smile kind of froze.

"I don't know, Jimmy. We've never been out in public before. Would you not be embarrassed?"

I twirled her around again. "I'd be proud to walk down main street at high noon with you on my arm, and send out flyers to draw a crowd. Now, get into some tight jeans so everyone can admire that perfect ass and let's go. i know just the place."

She was grinning like mad when she came down the stairs. She had on the tight jeans, one if my old Harley shirts pulled tight and tied just over her a belly button, and her long blond hair was in a french braid trailing down her back.

"Damn, you are one hot little biker chick. Hop on, let's go."

I was going to take her out for dinner, but after she dressed I changed plan. We pulled into a bar I had been into a few times. It wasn't a biker bar, but there was always a few bikes in the

lot. They were mostly guys like me, who just liked to ride occasionally. I could tell she was a bit frightened, but in a fit of bravado I told her to relax, she was with me.

She stifled a grin and grabbed my hand and practically dragged me in. We were a smash, guys flocked to our table. Soon she was being asked to dance. She always made them ask me first, and never danced a slow one with anyone but me. One big guy asked her what I had the he didn't. She smiled sweetly and said "me". Also mentioned in the conversation was the fact that the last time we were in a bar and someone tried to dance with her without my permission I shot him in the foot.

Pure bullshit, but he didn't know that. People were a lot more polite after that story made it around the bar. I thought I was going to have to strap her on the bike to get her home. The cool wind sobered her a little but not much. I kept felling her wiggling around but didn't know why.

When we pulled into the drive way she hopped off and came around the bike. Some where between the bar and the house she had managed to take off and toss her shirt and bra. She had been topless for a few miles. She was laughing hysterically while she was running for the door. I caught her at the bed room. It was by far the best sex I had with her to date.

I didn't know it, but it was the beginning of the end for me and Joanne.


Two weeks later I spent the night. She was quiet all evening and when I asked what was wrong she said she was just thinking about the future. The next morning she gave me the bad news.

"Honey, I love you, you know that. But the other week at the bar made me realize I needed to start dating again. It's time to stop hiding behind my

relationship with you and go out in the real world again. I'm even older than Barb, it's time for you to give up on old broads, even if they are oversexed, and get on with your life.

We won't stop soon honey, but we are looking at an ending. Please call before you come over from now on. Just in case."

It hit me even harder than losing Barb. I went over a couple more times but the spark was gone. Then one Saturday she called me up and asked if I could spend the night. She said it was the last time we would be together and she wanted it to make it special, and make plans to spend most of Sunday too. I almost didn't go.

I pulled up about six that evening. Joanne didn't meet me at the door, sometimes she wanted me to come right on in. To say that I was surprised to see her and Barb kneeling naked with just matching collars, leashes, and wrist and ankle restraints would be a really accurate observation...

They each grabbed a hand, put their leash in it, and practically dragged me into the bed room. I was on sensory overload. Two of everything, breasts, bottoms, tongues. I'm glad it was a sturdy bed. One straddling my head while the other rode me, both mouths on my dick at the same time, I even think at one time they were kissing each other while I had them side by side on the bed, tongue trailing from one pussy to the other.

Joanne at one time babbling to Barb about how well she had trained me, and Barb thanking Joanne for fine tuning my skills. I felt like a piece of meat for just of second but got over it pretty quick.

I strapped Joanne down and spanked her while Barb sat on a chair and watched. When we were done Barb insisted she have a turn just to see what it felt like. I don't know which turned her on more, me doing it while Joanne watched or Joanne getting in a few licks when while I watched. I think she actually came when I told Joanne to kiss it and make it feel better, especially when she trailed her tongue across the crack of her ass. Before we released her Joanne got out her toys and brought her to two screaming orgasms. When we released her she shoved Joanne to the bed and insisted turnabout was fair play. I helped strap her down and Barb worked her until the batteries died.

Barb sat and watched while we did anal, intrigued. By Sunday afternoon she wanted to try it. I eased into her as gently as possible while Joanne held her hand and encouraged her. She actually had a climax and admitted it wasn't what she thought it would be and wondering how she could get Bob to think it was his idea when he got back from Detroit.

Twenty four hours later we were literally fucked out. We let Barb sleep for a few hours before we sent her home to Bob. He was due in late that night. I was afraid he would find out what happened when he saw her body, but she said she was going to jump him so quick he wouldn't know what hit him, and then complain the next morning about how sore he had made her.

We held each other in a group hug, naked, for about twenty minutes, all of us bawling like babies. Them because it was the last time either would see me, me for the same reason, but also with gratitude for what they had taught me.

Barb gave me a deep kiss, turned and gave another to Joanne before walking out of my life for good.

I did the same thing to Joanne and left on my bike. I'm surprised I didn't wreck on the way home.

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