Chapter 20

Heather sat on the edge of the bed and carefully folded the cleaned leather top and placed it back in the box. Traci had left only a few hours before, ending their day of games with Heather the Mistress and Traci the more than willing sex slave. Even now, as tired as she was, Heather felt a chill go down her back at the thought of the power and excitement she felt in guiding Traci from one sexual encounter to another, always being sure Traci was getting more pleasure than Heather was demanding in return.

It amazed Heather to see how responsive Traci had been to being a slave, taking orders, performing sexual acts on her body. Traci had clearly been deeply aroused the entire time. And, it scared her. She had never before had such control over someone else. She was tired, and felt confused. School would start soon and she felt off centre. And the Summer's internship experiences hadn't exactly helped her settle down.

Into the box she placed Susan's note, and replaced the cover and placed the heavy box high on the shelf in her closet. She stood staring at it for a long time, then closed the door to the closet. At her desk, she took out some personal stationary and wrote a long note of thanks to Susan. Knowing she would want to know, she put in some of the details of the games she and Traci had played, how wonderful they had been, and promised a personal recounting of the night and day soon. She sealed the envelope and placed it near her purse and bag.

She wrote another short note to Traci. "Traci, dearest; I had a wonderful, erotic time with you this past day. In fact, the sex and spirit of the day were both fantastic and scary to me, somehow. I think I've tapped into some part of my personality that I know little about. It has left me both tired physically (smile) and emotionally and I need to sort things out before school starts next week. I'm going down to my folks' place at the beach till the end of the week. I'll be by when I get back. I'll miss you. Love, Heather"

She locked the door, dropped the note to Susan in the corner mailbox and stopped by Traci's apartment on the way out of town, sliding the other note under the door quietly, then driving down to the beach.

She stopped for food and a couple of beach read books and soon was settled in at the beach house for the week. She made sure all the doors were locked and everything was as it always was, then went for a long, long walk on the beach. Just as she was turning to go back in the darkening evening, she noticed a man several hundred yards away who was doing something with a net in the surf, but she couldn't make it out. Tired, she turned back.

After a late meal, she cleaned up and decided to get cleaned up for the night and then read for a while. Usually, she enjoyed showers as a chance to not only get clean, but enjoy the spray on her sensitive skin, particularly the areas around her nipples. Her hands and fingers would always generate a large amount of lather from a bar of soap, then spread it lovingly and gently over her body, lingering everywhere her long fingers would remember were special. Showers always ended with a satisfying orgasm to release the tension built up from all the teasing.

Tonight, the shower was brief. Pulling on a long cotton nightgown and drying her long hair, then brushing it out. She settled into the living area with one of her books and a glass of wine, with soft music playing on the radio. And then, after only a few hours, she put out the lights and slid into the sheets of her bed. Skipping her usual ritual of a long build-up to a clitoral orgasm to help relax her, she closed her eyes, hugged her favourite stuffed animal to her, and almost instantly was asleep.

And the week was much the same. Long walks, reading, some TV, some shopping for more food. She knew she was down and needed a change. But couldn't put her finger on what it was.

Two days before she left the beach, she went for another long walk and again spotted the stranger casting a net into the surf. This time, she walked down and stood and watched. The man was not much older than her, with a lean swimmers build and not a trace of fat anywhere on his body as he worked. On the sand were large glass jars in a holder on some sort of sleigh with a rope to pull it.

"Hey! Would you bring out one of the empty jars?"

Heather pulled one of the jars from the holder and waded into the surf until she reached him. He flashed her a dazzling smile and took the jar from her. "Thanks. I'm Eric."

"Heather. What are you doing?"

"Plankton count in the surf for doctoral research. Every low tide. This is the easy part. Then time to do the counts." He looked her over.

"You're very beautiful!" He had to shout over the crash of the surf. He was quickly filling the jar from the output of the net and replacing the lid.

"Thanks!" And she almost told him he wasn't bad looking himself. And shocked herself at the mere thought. She never dated men. They never asked her. Or did she let them know somehow they were wasting their time?

And then they waded out of the surf and Eric put the jar into the sled and looked up. "Every see plankton?"

"No. I mean, not live. Pictures on TV."

"Come join me up at the cottage and you can count some for me. I'm going blind. Just up here. No funny business, promise." Eric looked at her confidently and started to pull the sled without waiting for her answer.

And she was going to say no from reflex, but stopped herself and followed along. The cottage turned out to be an old one from the 1950's, run down, but having that air about it from the days when all there was out here was sand, water, and the fishing. Eric put the jars down and began to make up slides with practised ease while she watched. Putting one into a microscope, he adjusted it and slid out of his chair.

"Here. Now I focused on one right in plan view." His hard chest pressed into her back as he leaned forward to work a control on the microscope. For the first time in a week, a spark of excitement pulled on her nipples and she felt her pussy get warm. God, it's a GUY for God's sake! Calm down. You never get interested in guys. But the contact was getting all her attention and she was having a hard time concentrating on the slide, or her words.

"Yes, I see it." It looked like a miniature shrimp, almost transparent.

"Good. Now run these controls slowing all the way from stop to stop, then turn this control one quarter turn, and then the other stop to stop, until you have looked slowly at the entire slide. Count every plankton you see."

And he pulled away, leaving a burning sensation on her back and she wanted him to return. But she started to count. And for an hour, he handed her slides and she counted. As she got better, it went faster. Two hours later, they were done and he finished recording the data in his field book, and went and opened the refrigerator.

"Beer or wine?"

"Wine would be nice. Why count all these plankton?"

"Well, I am building a theory that the numbers are decreasing for certain reasons and I need baseline data to support it. My thesis is due in six months and I haven't even finished the research yet. This is my last chance for data. I go to school at a university over on the other coast, but a friend had this place for the Summer, so here I am. Wrong coast, but the theory should be valid regardless of the ocean or beach."

He handed her a glass of wine. "And you?"

"Junior at the local college. Art major. I worked the Summer as an intern for an ad agency doing multimedia graphics and that sort of thing. I have to be back at school in two days." She took a long drink.

"Umm. I'm starved. Would you agree to stay and have dinner with me? I'm a good cook and would love the company." He looked very hopeful.

"Yes, that would be nice. I've been alone all week myself." Damn, she shouldn't have told him that. But, he seemed harmless. After all, he hadn't made any moves yet, anyway.

And dinner he did fix. Five courses, and it was all delicious. They laughed and horsed around in the kitchen making it all and then cleaning it up. And suddenly, they were back in the living room standing facing each other and she was wondering...

"Listen, I know I said no funny business, and I'm a man of my word, but my soul is never going to let me have peace the rest of my life unless I at least try to kiss the most beautiful woman I've been lucky enough in my life to meet."

He approached her and she knew she wanted him to do it, so she tilted her head back and he kissed her gently, lingeringly, a hand on each of her shoulders. He finally pulled back and gazed into her eyes.

"Wow. My soul..."

"Eric, my soul is never going to be at rest unless your soul," she put her hand on his hard chest" is completely satisfied. Kiss me again." Gosh, what am I doing? she wondered as she was saying it.

And he did. This time, his arms went around her and her full chest flattened against his, the contrast of soft on hard adding to the flood of new sensations now flooding her loins. She missed the swell of another woman's breasts pushing on and in between her own, adding to the wonderful cushion of flesh between their bodies. His cock was hard now and pressed firmly into her stomach. For her, also a completely new sensation. And one that had her pussy beginning to drip.

His tongue worked her mouth roughly and wetly, and he moved to her neck. Her breath was already coming in short gasps and he pulled away. "Heather, I really meant..."

"I know. It's my choice. Love me." And they moved together then walked to the back bedroom and he pulled her to him again. The kissing was more urgent and he rapidly pulled the buttons on her sweater open and pulled the sweater from her. As he saw her breasts for the first time, he quickly began to suck the nipples and she felt the sparks shooting. But he was going from place to place too fast, leaving her hanging and wanting more at each tender spot she was focusing on. And then, the sensations were somewhere else and she flowed toward them, then again he moved on.

"Slow down!" she wanted to scream, but he was now pulling off his shirt and shorts. His cock was standing straight out and, while not overly large, was nicely shaped. She reached out and took it in her hand, caressing it slowly. Maybe a slow hand job will give him the idea, she thought. She backed slowly onto the bed and sat down.

He joined her in the bed and moved over her, kissing her breasts and quickly moved to rubbing her pussy with sand roughened fingers, pulling and scratching her slightly. And then, he moved her legs apart and he began to mount her. She was not really ready. Wet, very aroused. But, it was so fast. Not like...

Somewhere, somehow a condom had made its way onto his cock, and he penetrated her quickly. She groaned at the suddenness of her organs being moved rudely out of the way and he tightened his arms around her. His weight pressed her down, and his hips began to pump, her pussy raising and lowering to meet him. Her clit, now beginning to extend, was being pinched against him each time he slammed down, and hurt instead of sending her flying. But the sliding of his hot cock inside her was good. Very nice. Definitely better than her toys. Well, most of them, anyway. And none of them generated all this heat. God, he was a hot poker inside her. She moaned.

Toys can't duplicate that heat, she thought in quick moment. Enjoy this. You've always wondered. Eric, slow down. Please slow down. I want to experience the sensations and learn to go with them.

He was missing all her cues and drove on, his tempo picking up. Concentrating her own passion was finally rising to meet his at last and she felt the familiar warm tunnel of lust begin to suck her down into it. But, his hard buns under her hands and roughness of his hands kept distracting her, slowing her slide, blocking her relaxation. This could be so nice, so different, but she was not in control here.

And then, without warning, he came. He stiffened and shook, pelvis driving against her hard several times. And then, he rolled off her.

NO! I'm not done yet! Just a little more. Shit! Shit! Her brain was screaming at him. But it was over. He rubbed her arm a few more times, and kissed one nipple. Her pussy was aching for release and she felt totally frustrated. Soon, he got up and dressed. She cleaned herself up and also dressed and went and joined him in the living room.

And she found she had nothing to say to him. He seemed uncomfortable that she was still there, so she suggested she leave.

And he walked her back to her cottage in the dark and kissed her and said, "That was the best. I can't believe I just meet you and have to leave in the morning. Let me write my address for you. There. I'll call you at school. Promise." And he was a dark shape walking down the beach.

"So, Heather my dear," she was talking to herself as she walked inside, "you wanted to know all these years if it would be different with a man? Any questions?" And she laughed. And stood at the top of the steps in the doorway still trying to make out his shape in the distance. And she cried a little. It was textbook. Very nice, but... yes, very nice in a way. Not long enough. And now, she was amazed she could still feel him up inside her. A phantom cock, still pushing at her insides, sliding in and out. Definitely not long enough. He'd never know what he just walked away from. She could have gone all night if only knew how she felt and how aroused she'd been and known how to please her.

She cleaned up and showered, dried her hair and went back out on the darkened porch and sat with her feet up on the railing. A very gentle breeze blew her skirt up and the tendrils of wind teased her pussy and the backs of her thighs. Her hair blew around her in the wind, and most of it ended up covering her breasts. The very long pink nipples stood up against the cotton fabric of the thin blouse, but she made no attempt at self stimulation. She sat that way for a long time and went to bed and fell instantly to sleep.

The next day, she cleaned up the cottage and emptied the frig, and read on the beach and swam a lot. The beach was totally deserted now, so she felt a bit lonely as evening came. Dinner also included a bottle of light wine and she went to bed a bit tipsy.

In the morning, she packed her things, locked up the cottage and left the key with the real estate office on her way out. The long drive back to her apartment was uneventful. She put her things away and discovered two messages on her answering machine.

One was from her Mom. "Hi, dear. Just to let you know we're back from our trip and it was great. We had a message here from Traci saying you were at the beach for the week and needed to be alone. I hope you are fine and please call me when you get in. Traci sounded a bit worried about you. You know she cares a great deal for you, and frankly, I think you two make a darling couple. Call me."

"Darling couple?" She knew they were lovers? How? She had only mentioned Traci a couple of times in letters, or on the phone. Well, the cat was out of the bag now, she thought. Mom wanted to talk about her lover.

The second call was from Traci. "Hi. When you get back, stop over and tell me what's up. Missed you all week. A LOT! See you later, I hope."

She dialled home first, taking a deep breath as the phone started to ring. "Hello?" It was her Mom.

"Hi, it's Heather. I'm back from the beach and ready for school tomorrow."

"I'm so glad. Sounds like you had an exciting Summer and I can't wait to hear all about it. Suppose we drive down next weekend and all go out to dinner?"

"That'd be great Mom! I've missed you and Dad all Summer. Seemed strange to be out on my own and never get to see you."

"We felt the same way and talked about you everyday. By the way, why don't you invite Traci to join us."

Ah. There was the other shoe. "Mom, I mean, we never... you've never said anything..."

Her mother interrupted, "Dear, I've known since you were thirteen and the only friends you ever had were girls. I used to have to change your sheets almost every morning once your hormones kicked in full time and you started to masturbate and had someone sleep over!"

"MOM!"

"I don't mean to shock you, but you must think we're blind. Anyway, you're not the first in the family, so I think we know how to handle everything. You have our full love and support, always have and always will. I will miss planning a wedding, though!" She laughed.

Heather thought about Eric in that second. "Well, don't be too quick to eliminate that. I. Well. I don't think it's just girls any more. I'm a bit confused about that right now." Wait, did she say not the first in the family? Who... ?

"Oh. Well, whatever is the right answer for you will be fine with us, you can rest assured. Now, don't forget to invite Traci. Got to run. See you next Saturday night. You pick the place."

"OK. I'm sure Traci will love to come. I hope you like her. See you then!"

And she hung up. And sat for a long time thinking about Traci, Eric, boys, girls. And decided one thing for sure. She was horny as hell. And felt back to herself.

It was late as she pulled up at Traci's apartment house. She could see from the windows that the lights weren't on, not a good sign. When alone, Traci lit up the place like a stage for fear of burglars and rapists. So, for certain, she wasn't home. And her car wasn't anywhere to be seen. Just in case, she walked up the stairs and stopped at Traci's door. There was a note taped to the door just above the knocker.