Chapter 1

"A dream is a fantasy... Close you eyes and I shall appear... Open them and I vanish... Truth is the rarest of all dreams."

That night at the bowling center started out pretty much the same as it did every week. Only this week I wasn't bowling, as I was a sixth member, but that lets me drink some beer. By the way, my name is John Kegler. The team consisted of Trish, her father and two brothers and Jerry. We were all drinking and cutting up. Steve (who is not on the team but is Jerry's best friend) and I were checking out the ladies. It was a mixed league and though each team must have at least one female, most have several. Those several were usually wives of teammates.

The team we were bowling against had four ladies and one guy. Steve brought my attention to one in particular. She was blonde and very pretty. Steve said she reminded him of a schoolteacher. She was dressed in a pair of turquoise Rockies and they showed off her cute ass. She also had a very perky set of tits.

After a few beers I got up the nerve to walk down in the pit area and get a closer inspection. She was even cuter up close. She even had braces. She looked younger from a distance. I later found out she was 37 and married. The married part actually shied me away as I don't like to cause any problems. Her name was Tamara.

After a few catty remarks and obvious flirtatious comments, she seemed to warm up to me. Her teammates also seemed to enjoy the banter.

I mentioned that we were going into the bar afterwards and listen to the karaoke. Her teammates said they had done that once or twice. Tamara said she had never done that and she might join us.

The group in the bar comprised of Jerry and Trish, both from my team, along with Cindy, Steve, Tom, Charles, and Rita making up the balance of our party. We played pool, sang songs, and drank more alcohol. We had been in there for about twenty minutes when Tamara showed up at our table. Steve and I both scrambled to offer her a seat. She sat next to me and soon she was laughing and joking with the rest of us.

I asked Tamara if she wanted to play pool and she readily accepted. I put the quarters in and racked the balls. She insisted I break and in doing so, I sank a solid. Well, my luck held and within a few turns I had beat her. She seemed irritated but not angry.

She racked for the next game and then surprised me by asking if we should play for something. I hesitated but my curiosity got the better of me and I took the bait. I asked her what she wanted to play for and she said that if she won, she would get to steer the course of the evening and likewise if I won. Well, I thought about it for about two seconds and agreed.

I broke but didn't sink anything. She took over and it was a pleasure watching her little five-foot frame bending over to shoot pool. It only took her one turn to run the table and I knew I'd been hustled. She walked over to the cue stick holder and put hers away. She then walked over to me and told me I was hers for the remainder of the night.

I didn't figure anyone in our little group would have believed what just happened, so I didn't mention it. She and I sat down as if nothing was different from before we played pool.

The next song was a slow country song and she motioned me to the dance floor. Let me tell you, she felt good. She snuggled up to my chest and swayed with me to the music. I began to get an erection and I tried to hide it from her but she soon found the pressure and ground back into me. She looked up at me and said that she wanted to go somewhere to be alone. She added that she didn't want it to look like we were leaving together.

She excused herself back at the table and said she had to get up early and left. She had asked me to leave within ten minutes and had slipped me her cell number.

I had already looked tired and when she left I made it look like I had been dumped. In fact, Steve started in on me right away, as he was envious that he had not gotten to dance with her. I excused myself, got all the hugs from the ladies, and I left.

I called Tamara and she gave me directions to her house. ALARM!!!! She was married and she was asking me to enter the sacred household. But a stiff dick was a stiff dick and if she wanted me there I would at least go and see what was up.

I arrived at the address and found it to be a very nice two-story in an upper middle class neighborhood. I parked in the driveway at her request. I knocked on the door and she answered it in the same clothes she had been wearing. She looked very cute and extremely sexy.

I stammered a bit about the situation and she let me in on her secret. She wasn't actually married. She wore the ring and kept up the marriage thing to keep men away. Hmmm... I was a man. She said that the way I had talked to her and flirted without being obnoxious made her want to spend more time with me. However, she also didn't want to appear to be a cheap hussy.

We sat in the living room by the fireplace and she had opened a bottle of wine. Things were getting very cozy and I was still fascinated by her fantastic body. I was being the gentleman when she put her glass down and crawled into my lap, straddling my legs. She took my glass, set it down on the end table and gave me a kiss that curled my toes.

I didn't rush things and she seemed to appreciate that, but she took my hands and directed them to her very pert size C's. With very little coaxing, I began to fondle her breasts. I then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She had on a very sexy lace bra.

For a mother of two, she had a very smooth and tight tummy. I ran my hands up and down her side. I didn't want to appear to be the grabby kind of guy. Besides, I love to tease. I dropped my hands down to her ass. In those jeans, it was so enticing. I was hoping that once the package was unwrapped, it would be just as mouth watering.

She was starting to get heated up and began to tug at my shirt. I leaned up a bit and she pulled it over my head. She then began running her hands all over my chest and back. She seemed to really enjoy the sensuousness of skin touching skin.

I continued to undress her as well; I slipped the shirt off her shoulders. I leaned forward and began to nibble on her bare shoulders and that seemed to be a sexual trigger for she shuddered and began moaning. This made me move slower. I reached behind her and slowly undid the clasp on her bra. I lowered my head, tracing my tongue down her skin towards her perky mounds of pleasure. She grabbed the back of my head to force it faster, but I was content to make love slowly. I resisted and used my lips to grasp the bra cup and slowly pull it down. Oh, her nipples were so tantalizing. They were just the right size and needed attention.

I lightly kissed down the swell of her breast, continuing past the nipple without touching it. I lightly blew on it as I continued to the bottom swell where my lips again made contact. In the meantime, I was caressing her left breast with my hand. I was treating it much the same. Light caressing without nipple contact. She was moaning and begging for me to suck on her nipple but I had all night and wasn't going to be through in five minutes.

I gently picked her up and laid her on the couch. I knelt beside the couch and began kissing all over her belly and chest. Occasionally, I would move up to her mouth and remind her I knew what my tongue was for. She was purring like a kitten and would shudder in anticipation. I finally let my lips come to rest on her left nipple and her arms flew around my head and pressed me closer. I love sensitive nipples. During all this time except for the brief ass caress, I had not ventured below the waist.