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DISCLAIMER: As much as it pains me to actually write one, here goes: If 
you are under 18 or offended by adult material, then in the immortal 
words of the David Spade character: Buh-bye. :)

This is my third story, with my previous two being "Love At First Byte" 
(unranked) and "Reunion" (#93 on Celeste's Top 100 of 1995). This
story, in fact, has the distinction of having been rated #100 on the
Celestial top 100 of 1996. This makes two out of three. I'm happy. :) All 
of these stories were found after some searching by various sources, who 
I am grateful for.

I'm in the process of writing a fourth story, "Private Dancer", which I
think is going to be really good. I'm also currently writing a series
called "The Pontchartrain Diaries", which is going to definitely be my
heaviest work to this point - both in terms of amount of writing and depth
of writing.

Remember, all of these stories are archived at
http://www.geocties.com/Colosseum/Bleachers/5688 , and since I love e-mail
feedback, if you like these stories, write to me at
sblack@mail.coin.missouri.edu .

But until then, this is my latest creation, based on a world that I know
quite well...professional wrestling. It's not even *close* to being based on 
factual events, but who cares? It's fun. :) I hope you enjoy it.
==============================================================================
As the strains of White Zombie's "Thunderkiss '65" blared in my ears, I 
knew the show was about to begin, and like the rest of the maniacs, I 
cheered.

This was the world of professional wrestling - a rather seedy world, in 
most cases, where the men took steroids, the women were slutty, and 
the only winners seemed to be the promoters who were either screwing the 
women or blowing the men, depending on the promotion, and taking all the 
money either way.

The Ultimate Wrestling Federation, however, was different.

While it was just as predetermined as any other organization, the 
promoter of this group had come to Philadelphia, taken one look at the 
inner world of pro wrestling, decided several years earlier that he 
wanted to make the business "legitimate" by keeping the showmanship 
intact, but taking away the seedier aspects of it.

But among those in the know, everyone knew that the promoter, for all his 
wealth and power, was primarily a figurehead. The real reason for *this* 
promotion's success was a woman.

Her name was Nancy LeDoux, and with her ten years of experience in the 
business as a valet/"manager", she knew *exactly* what needed to be done 
for an organization to be successful. The problem was, with the corporate 
structure of professional wrestling organizations being what it was, 
women need not have applied for upper management. A woman's place was at 
ringside, they said - escorting wrestlers to the ring, maybe a 
secretarial position if they wanted to learn the business.

So Nancy waited, and kept doing her job. Not only was she competent at it, 
she also, quite frankly, looked fantastic doing it. Indeed, it was her 
looks that had hooked me - and many other adoring fans - on the wrestling 
business to begin with.

However, Nancy knew she couldn't last forever on looks alone. And so, when 
the UWF opened a position for an administrative assistant, Nancy was ready.

She came in and cleaned house. Two-thirds of the wrestlers, managers, 
and valets were either fired or sent elsewhere, and the organization's 
debts were paid off within three months. New people were brought in - 
people who relied not on steroids, but their own showmanship and athletic 
ability.

Business boomed. Profits soared in the next three years for the UWF, and 
as a "thank you" to the people that had supported her efforts, Nancy had 
decided to put together a convention, consisting of two major wrestling 
shows, a question and answer session with the wrestlers, managers and 
promoters, and a dinner/dance party for the wrestlers and fans.

This is what brought everyone to Philadelphia - a chance to see the 
promotion that had been so successful, a chance to meet other wrestling 
fans - and a chance to meet the woman that had made it all possible.

                         *         *         *

I sat in my front row seat as the wrestling matches progressed, and was 
not disappointed with what I was seeing...a marked difference from most 
promotions.

The world of professional wrestling can be divided into two groups of 
people. The "marks" were those who bought into the concept of 
professional wrestling being real, or at least had no true concept of 
what was really going on. The "smarts" were those who knew how storylines 
were created and who truly understood how the business worked.

As a "smart", I looked for different things than other people. I wanted 
good, realistic looking action, without really caring who won, unlike 
"marks" who were interested in cheering the good guys and booing the bad 
guys. And the UWF was impressing me to no end. The action was phenomenal, 
with aerial moves and brawls that were like nothing I'd ever seen 
anywhere. I immediately understood why the promotion had been making so 
much money, and began looking forward to asking Nancy about how she'd 
turned things around.

Those questions, however, went *far* to the back of my mind when Nancy came 
out to ringside.

As much as she enjoyed being a part of the UWF's true power structure, 
Nancy enjoyed being the center of attention at ringside as well. And on 
this night, was she *ever* the center of attention.

She wore a low-cut, blue strapless sequined dress that was slit down one 
side - a dress that exposed enough leg and breast to fuel a man's fantasies 
for a good six to eight months. Her face, as usual, was utterly gorgeous, 
with almond eyes protruding out of a tanned face, with a sparkle in them 
that suggested a hint of danger for anyone who would consider seducing her. 
Her long, brown hair completed the package.

I stared at this goddess in front of me, mesmerized. From all the times 
I'd watched her on television, I'd known she was beautiful. However, in 
person, her beauty seemed almost palpable, as if it was somehow a 
seperate entity from the rest of her.

Nancy's main selling point, as you might imagine, was that very beauty, and 
she used it to its maximum potential, flirting with everyone at ringside 
as she led her wrestler around the ring. As she went by me, she saw me 
staring, and gave me a knowing smile. She then licked her lips and blew a 
kiss at me.

My heart raced. For that brief moment, she had made me feel like I was 
part of the show...someone who was *important* to her.

I was in awe of her talent at this point - and I desperately wanted to 
meet her after the show.

                          *         *          *

One of the traditions in professional wrestling is for the fans to gather
outside the building where the show is being held to wait for the 
wrestlers and managers, and try to get autographs from them. Sometimes 
they'll sign, sometimes they won't, but usually it's something for the 
"marks" to enjoy.

This promotion, however, was a little different, as most of the fans who 
watched the UWF were "smarts", like I was. The two biggest differences 
were that the gathering was smaller and that the fans who did line up 
wanted also to talk about the inside scoops in the business.

Many of the wrestlers were willing to come talk to us. Several stayed in 
their role of not wanting to talk to the fans, but most of the wrestlers 
and managers were happy to come over and sign autographs or talk about 
the business.

I was in that gathering, and talked to many of the people there...but not 
the one I *wanted* to talk to. Nancy had impressed me in so many ways 
that night, and I was hoping to express to her my appreciation for what 
she'd done for the wrestling business...and to thank her for making me 
such a fan. After about an hour, though, after the last wrestlers had 
gone, it seemed I wasn't going to get my chance. I began to walk back to 
my car, disappointed and a little sad.

"Hey! Wait up!"

I turned around, and to my astonishment, there was Nancy - trying to 
catch up. Her manner of dress was completely different from ringside, 
which wasn't a real surprise, but was something I wasn't used to. She was 
dressed in a white blouse and a blue vest, with a pleated skirt and high 
heels. In short, she looked like nothing more than a businesswoman trying 
to get home - to a husband, I thought dejectedly, or a boyfriend.

An attractive businesswoman, to be sure, but nothing like she looked at 
ringside.

She was trying to run towards me in heels, which was inherently a bad
idea, and trying to shout to me at the same time. "I noticed you at
ringside, really enjoying the show, and..."

I walked back toward her, just in time to see her right high heel fall 
apart and send her tumbling to the ground. I ran toward her, shouting, 
"Are you OK?"

"God *damn* it!", she shouted. "Perfect ending to a terrible day."

"Here, let me help you," I said. I took her hand and helped her back to 
her feet. As I did, I couldn't help but notice her soft skin, her tender 
hands...

"Thanks," she said. "So, how did you like the show tonight?"

I couldn't answer, as stupid as that sounds. I was totally mesmerized by 
this woman, and she couldn't help but laugh. "Speechless, eh?" she giggled.

This little jab got me back to my senses. "I'm sorry," I said, laughing. 
"I'm just a little distracted is all."

She winked at me and said, "I'll bet." At this point, I couldn't help 
myself, and burst out into a fit of giggles. I sheepishly offered a pen 
and my program, and asked, "Would you mind giving Laughing Boy here an 
autograph?"

She laughed along with me, and said, "I'd be more than happy to." She 
signed, and for the next 30 minutes or so, even though she obviously 
wanted to get home, we talked about the inner workings of the wrestling 
business. Towards the end, I told her how wonderful I thought her 
performance had been that night.

"And frankly, the best part of it was the way you flirted with me during 
the ring entrance," I said. "You made me feel like I was really part of 
the show, and that's something very few people know how to do very well."

"I'm flattered," she said, almost blushing. "Frankly, I've done so much 
better the last couple of shows - I guess I was due for a backslide 
tonight."

I was stunned. This was one of the best performances I'd ever seen - and 
she thought it wasn't as good as it could have been?

"If *that's* backsliding, I can only imagine what you consider great 
work," I said.

"That's one of the things about this business," Nancy said. "We're 
constantly pushing ourselves, challenging ourselves, something that the 
bigger promotions could care less about doing these days. That's why 
the wrestlers, promoters and I are trying to create something better."

She began to walk to her car, but it was clear that she was limping, more 
so than she'd have liked. "I've had surgery on this damn ankle twice, and 
they *still* haven't gotten it right," she said.

I don't know what brought it on, but I guess I just blurted it out. 
"Listen, I've got an extra bed in my hotel room if you need some help 
taking care of that leg."

She looked at me strangely, and I thought maybe I'd gone too far. My mind 
was eased when she smiled. I'd always loved that smile, and I loved it 
even more now. It meant she wasn't going to kill me.

"No, it's OK - I thought you knew I lived around here," she said. "I've 
mentioned it in interviews before, and I figured that knowing as much 
about the business as you do, you knew that." She grimaced a little. "I'd 
better get home...I'll have to put that damn ice pack on again and get 
two hours of sleep, just like the last time."

On impulse, I quickly wrote down the number of where I was staying and 
handed it to her. "If you're bored, or can't sleep, or whatever, give me 
a call. I'd love to talk to you some more." My mind was telling me, "What 
are you, nuts?!? Stop this!"

But she smiled and took the number. "Why not?" she said. "After all, you 
did help me, out of the blue. Could you help me to my car?"

It took a little doing, but we managed to make it to her car. She put her 
arm over my shoulder, and I put my arm around her waist as she limped, 
somewhat painfully, to her BMW. For me, this was a dream come true - I 
was not only getting to meet the woman who had gotten me interested in 
pro wrestling in the first place; not only was I helping her through a 
problem; but I actually had my arm around that gorgeous body of hers! 

Anyone looking at me then could tell where my thoughts were at that 
moment. Apparently, so could she. As I put her briefcase and bags in the 
trunk of her car, I noticed Nancy, out of the corner of my eye, giving me 
a very thorough once-over. It was then that I realized that being so 
close to her had aroused me quite visibly...and that she was getting a 
very good idea of just how much.

I closed the trunk, trying not to be too distracted. I was probably just 
imagining her attention, after all.

"Are you going to be at tommorrow's show?" she asked.

"I certainly will!" I said, cheerfully. "I hope your ankle is going to be 
better by tomorrow night."

She laughed. I noticed she did that a lot. "I certainly hope so too." She 
shook my hand. "You know, you've just helped me through something big 
here, and I don't even know your name."

"Andy. I'm glad I could be of help, Ms. LeDoux."

She smiled. "You don't need to call me Ms., dear. It makes me sound like 
some dyke who hates men. Call me Nancy - everyone else does. See you at 
the show tommorrow!"

And in the blink of an eye, Nancy was gone.

                        *         *          *

It was nearly 2 a.m. by the time I finally got back to the hotel. I was 
so giddy from the night, and frankly, I wasn't in any mood for it to end. 
But I knew I was going to have a busy day later on, so I figured I'd try 
to sleep.

Nothing worked. Counting sheep, counting sheperds counting sheep, glasses 
of water, turning up the air conditioner...nothing seemed to be working. 
I finally decided that maybe the best way to go to sleep would be to 
focus on a mental image, and concentrate on that.

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to find that Nancy's face was 
what I focused on. Not only did I feel good about helping her through her 
injury tonight (at least in some small way), but I couldn't help but 
think about how incredibly attractive she was, and how I desperately 
wished that I could spend the night with her.

Deep down, I knew it wasn't going to happen. Whether it was marriage, a 
boyfriend, or just her lack of desire for me, something was going to get in 
the way. It always had.

But I still had my fantasies. And the particular fantasy running through 
my mind - with Nancy as the focal point - was anything but tame.

In my mind's eye, she was next to me in my bed, caressing me with her 
soft hands, rubbing my chest lightly and moving down my body until she 
reached my waist. I completely lost myself in the fantasy...

Now she was taking off her dress and letting it slide off of her, 
revealing her slightly sagged, yet perfect breasts, her long, tanned, 
gorgeous bare legs, and pubic hair that was trimmed in the shape of a 
heart...for me, or so I could dream.

She gracefully slid over so that her body was on top of me, and as she 
did, I could feel her wetness practically dripping out of her, almost 
leaving imprints where her sex pressed against my waist.

In a heartbeat, she was impaling herself on me and wrapping her arms 
around me, holding me in a tight embrace as we slowly made love...

*RING* *RING*

Appropriately enough, I was awakened to the sounds of irritating 
incessance that only a hotel room's phone can provide.

I was not thrilled, and prepared to berate whoever was daring to call me 
so late at night in no uncertain terms. I picked up the phone and said a 
weary "Hello", letting the person know I wasn't thrilled about being 
called at this hour.

"Andy? This is Nancy...Nancy LeDoux?"

The words sounded almost tentative, as if she was really unsure about 
what she was doing. I found it very difficult to speak, but I managed to 
stammer out, "Yes, yes, I remember...what's going on?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, there's no way in the world I can possibly 
sleep right now," she said. "My ankle is hurting, and when I thought of 
your offer, I figured I could use someone to keep me company."

By this point, I can assure you, I was *wide* awake. "Look, I'd love to 
come pick you up, but I have no idea where I would even begin looking for 
you..."

"Don't worry," she said. "You won't have to go far. I'm in the lobby."

I was rather stunned. Something was up, but I had no idea what. "Give me 
five minutes to throw something on, and I'll be right down, OK?"

I hung up the phone, and in short order I was out the door. Why I was so 
eager to do this, especially at this hour, I'll never know. All I knew 
was that I was determined to help her through whatever problems she was 
having.

No matter what it took...

                        *          *          *

I went down to the lobby and found Nancy, wincing in pain. Her ankle 
was wrapped up in ice, and she had what appeared to be a crutch under one 
arm. "Are you OK?", I asked.

"Well, I've been better," she said, grimacing all the while. "I've been 
trying my damndest to keep my mind off the pain, but it isn't doing a 
whole lot of good, I don't think. You mind keeping an injured woman 
company for a while?"

Who was I to refuse? "Look, can you make it as far as the elevator with a 
little help? What you need to do is lay down a little bit and just try to 
relax," I said.

At this, Nancy gave a playful pout that made her look even more sexy 
than normal...which was saying a lot. "You wouldn't take advantage of an 
injured, helpless woman, would you, Andy?" she said, almost mockingly. 
Not really knowing how to answer that (especially since it appeared she 
was practically reading my *thoughts*, I got a little bit flustered and 
began to stammer. "Um...well...I guess..."

She giggled, as only she could, and said, "Come on, you silly goof. Let's 
see if I can't make it to the elevator, hmm?"

It was a bit of a struggle, but she managed to get there, with no small 
amount of help from me. After arriving at my floor, it was just a minute or 
two before we managed to find the way to my room.

Practically the first thing she did when she got there was to stagger 
over to the other bed in the room and sit down. "God, I hate this," she 
said. "I hope the swelling goes down enough so I can walk tommorrow 
morning."

She sighed, and I just stared. I couldn't help but notice just how beautiful 
she looked right at that moment.  Every other time I'd seen her, she 
always had the perfect look, the same perfect smile, the confident gait 
that made her ring persona so attractive in the first place.

Now, she looked so different...hair messed up badly from the wind 
outside; blouse and vest rumpled; her ankle wrapped up in ice; her 
face, pouting a little in disgust over her accident...she looked 
so...human. So vulnerable. Normally so confident in and out of the ring, 
she now looked like nothing more than a schoolgirl who needed attention 
and affection - *my* attention, *my* affection.

It affected me intensely. My groin was rapidly stirring, and if part of 
me felt ashamed of the thoughts I was having at that moment, much of me 
was brimming in eager hope. In my head, however, my thoughts were going a 
mile a minute. While one side was telling me "You mustn't take advantage 
of her," the other was telling that side to shut the hell up, in no 
uncertain terms.

The conflict must have registered with Nancy, because she then asked me 
to come over to where she was sitting. So I did.

"Listen, Andy," she said. "I have a feeling I know what's wrong, and I 
want to tell you something straight out."

This is it, I thought to myself. She's going to reject me, right here and 
now. Might as well get this over with.

"Let me save you the trouble," I said. "You're not thrilled with the 
amount of attention I've been giving you, and though you're grateful for 
the help I gave you tonight, I'm reading too much into your kindness and 
I shouldn't even think about getting my hopes up. I understand. It's just 
that I can't help but see how beautiful you are and wonder just what it 
would be like to be your husband or boyfriend or whatever, making love to 
you with soft music and candlelight in the background. I hope you'll 
forgive me for being so forward, but that's what I feel and think."

She just looked at me for a minute with a slightly surprised look on her 
face. Then, very slowly, she smiled. Then giggled.

"Well, I guess I can dispense with the seduction process, then," she 
said. My mouth just dropped open. What the *hell* was she saying?

Nancy took my hand and guided me to where she was sitting. "Andy, I don't 
have a boyfriend or a husband - not anymore, anyway. And while you were 
so rudely interrupting me, I was about to tell you that there was a heck 
of a lot more reason for me than just my ankle to come see you. I was 
about to tell you that I thought you were incredibly attractive and that 
deep down, I really needed to be with someone tonight."

I just stared in amazement. Here was one of the most beautiful women I'd 
ever seen...and she wanted *me*? I was so stunned, I said the only thing 
I could think of at the moment:

"Well...you still can if you want."

She laughed and said, "Come here, you," and pulled my lips to hers. 
Kissing her felt like every fantasy I'd ever had come true. Her lips 
seemed almost like velvet, and her hair brushing up against my face was 
as smooth as silk. Her tongue glided into my mouth like an angel's, 
searching and exploring me for all it was worth.

I heard her grimace a moment and pulled away. "It's my ankle," she said 
breathlessly. "Even though I do want you, it still hurts like hell."

"Shhh," I said softly. "You just lie back and I'll take care of everything."

With a broad grin inching onto her face, she did as told. I laid down on 
top of her (being careful not to get anywhere near her bad ankle with my 
feet), and kissed her softly on the lips, with a loving look on my face. 
As I began kissing her neck, I flickered my tongue around the nape - and 
as I did so, I took her body gently into my hands, feeling her body 
twitch involuntarily.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and had her sit up just enough to get out of her 
vest and blouse. As I began to ease both of them off of her, I realized 
that she wore no bra whatsoever...and that her nipples were sticking 
straight out at me...and that they were more than likely hard enough to 
cut diamonds.

I laid her back down on the bed and started tending to her breasts, which 
sagged just a little bit but were *still* very attractive. At first, I 
confined myself to just caressing them and kneading them with my 
hands...but then I leaned down and started suckling the nipples, pulling 
on them slightly with my lips, then rubbing around them and over them 
with my tongue. It was almost like an electric current was running 
through her...she clutched my body and held me to her, telling me in no 
uncertain terms to keep doing what I was doing.

After a moment, I started kneading her breasts again as I began to kiss 
my way gently down her body, past her navel, all the way down to her 
waist. I paused just for a moment, and looked into her eyes. They had a 
glazed-over look about them, with a fire I hadn't seen from anyone in 
years. I slowly moved my right hand up her left thigh...higher and 
higher, until I reached my target. Gently, I caressed between her legs, 
and was rewarded with spasms from Nancy, sighing, and a *lot* of wetness, 
enough for a Jacques Cousteau voyage, it seemed.

"This is only the beginning, darling," I whispered. I very carefully 
removed her skirt, and then wondered how I was going to take her panties 
off without hurting her. Then it came to me. I grabbed my knife and came 
back to the bed, and I saw a look of fear in her eyes.

"No, it's nothing like that," I said to her. As if to prove my point, I 
grabbed her panties slowly, and started cutting through the fabric. In a 
few seconds, I was through. I closed up the knife and tossed it aside, 
and she relaxed. Slowly, I peeled one side away.

Her entire naked body laid before me, looking like Eve herself on the 
first day in the Garden of Eden. And, I dare say, this was one tree of 
knowledge I was dying to eat from.

My tongue slowly licked its way up her left thigh, as close to her sex as 
I could possibly go without actually getting there. She whimpered, 
wanting me to lick her, but instead I pulled my head up and just smiled. 
I then licked up her right thigh...and again I pulled up and smiled. I 
began to her moans and whimpering, and then a faint cry, "Please...please..."

I decided I'd tortured her enough. I licked up her left thigh again, slow 
enough to make her tremble with excitement...then darted my tongue over 
the opening to her soaked pussy. I held her body in my arms and felt her 
tremble. I then darted it up quickly to her clit, and the reaction was so 
intense I thought she'd come right there.

"No, I haven't yet," she said. "But don't you *dare* tease me, either."

"You, giving *me* orders, dear?" I playfully said. "You're the one who 
wants me..."

Her only response was to whimper and cry out, "Oh God, Andy..." I then 
began attacking her clit in earnest. It peeked out a little, so I was 
able to roll it around on my tongue and suckle it a little, and the 
reaction on her face told me all I needed to know about how much she was 
enjoying it.

As did her grip on my hair, which was increasingly beginning to hurt.

I then began lapping away at her clit as if it were an ice cream cone, 
and my hands gave her breasts some attention, rubbing them slightly. I 
brought my right hand back down to her cunt and rubbed one of my fingers 
against the opening, then gently slid it inside.

If my licking had driven her wild before, this drove her almost crazy. 
She began bucking her hips against both my face and my hand, wanting and 
needing more...

...which only angered her more when I stopped again. 

"Don't you dare! Not now...please," she whispered. But the look on my 
face told her at that moment that she wasn't for a moment going to be 
denied her pleasure.

I stripped out of my clothes, teasing Nancy at every opportunity, trying to 
keep her close to what I knew would be a very powerful orgasm. Finally, I 
was naked along with her, my hard cock jutting out like a spear...all 
because of her.

"Yes...YES..." she said. "Take me now, Andy - don't make me wait any 
longer..."

I got on top of her, not wanting her to be on top tonight because of her 
injury. It was a little difficult, but I positioned myself so that I was 
right outside her opening...then, with a need just as pronounced as 
Nancy's, I plunged into her.

She gasped, then wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long, 
passionate kiss as I began to move my hips against hers, giving short, 
gentle thrusts while grinding my hips against her clit at every 
opportunity. I cradled her head in my arms as I made soft, gentle love to 
her as I'd always dreamed, staring lovingly into her eyes for as long as 
I could.

She moved her hips in a rhythm with mine, constant, not too overly 
aggressive, as if she wanted to savor this as long as possible. All of a 
sudden, however, her demeanor changed as I heard a small gasp exhale from 
her lips. Her eyes closed, and she began to buck back against me in 
earnest, wanting and needing more. I moved faster, faster, trying to keep 
up...and I saw her mouth open wide, and heard her breathing grow more and 
more rapid.

All at once, she grabbed me and held me tightly against her body, her 
head on my shoulders as she came, so loudly, almost as if she'd been hit 
by a tidal wave. She grunted, moaned, shrieked...she ran the gamut of 
noises that could possibly be made during an orgasm. I looked at her face 
for a fleeting moment during all of this, and I'll never forget the look 
on her face...mouth wide open, eyes shut, an expression of pleasure on 
her face that I'll never forget, and all of this while her body shook 
uncontrollably in my embrace...

It was too much for me. I kept thrusting into her harder and harder, and 
she encouraged me wholeheartedly. "Come on, baby...come for me...come 
into me, sweetheart..." She began kissing all over my body as I came, 
kissing my nipples, my neck, and my lips as I reached heights of pleasure 
I had never even *dreamed* of feeling before.

It took a little while for us to finally stop, but when we did, we must 
have kissed each other's lips for a good 30 minutes or so, light fluttery 
kisses that felt like butterflies, until we just laid there, naked, in 
each other's arms.

"What time is it?" I asked. She looked over at the clock.

"About 5 a.m.", she said. "Why?"

I chuckled. "What time do you have to be at the office, anyway?" I asked.

She said, "Sweetie, they will *wait* for me. After tonight, I think I 
deserve a little rest." She kissed me again. "Don't you?"

I giggled. "Well, you weren't too restful just now, dear," I said.

She ran her fingers lightly over my chest. "True enough."

"What about us?" I asked all of a sudden. "Is there an us? Where do you 
think this is going?"

"That's in the future," Nancy said. "The future will take care of itself. 
Right now, my immediate future is sleep."

Who was I to argue?

                        *          *          *

I awoke the next morning as if from a dream, more refreshed than I had 
been in years. Nancy was in the shower, so I stretched out a little bit 
and thought about just what had happened the previous evening.

What had happened, really, seemed nothing short of a miracle. It had been 
years since I'd been in love with someone, and truth be told, it was yet 
to be determined whether love had anything to do with last night. There 
was no reason to believe anything more than a one-night stand had taken 
place. And yet, it had been so passionate - but at the same time so 
tender, it was hard to believe it wasn't the start of something more.

Out of the blue, this tanned goddess had come into my life, wanting me. 
All too often, it seemed as though I had been fated for this my whole 
life - to have brief but wild encounters that faded into the early 
morning sunrise. And here it was, happening all over again...or was it?

I heard the shower turn off. Whatever thoughts were running through my 
mind needed to be put on the back burner for now.

                          *          *          *

"What a great idea, Nancy," I said, beaming. "Breakfast in bed - the 
perfect formula for us lazy bums who can't bear to drag their carcasses 
out of bed in the morning."

In her own inimitable way, it was almost as if Nancy had read my 
thoughts. She had seemingly taken one look at me and was determined that 
I not fully awaken the entire morning. I had stepped out of the shower to 
discover a veritable feast waiting for me, served by my favorite hostess, 
Nancy. Omelets, sausage and bacon galore, with seemingly gallons of 
orange juice and milk - now *this* was the life.

"I thought you might like a little something," she said. "After all, you 
used so much of your strength last night..." She giggled like only she could.

"You underestimate me, dear," I said, playfully.

I paused for a moment. "Nancy," I said, "I think we ought to talk."

Nancy looked thoughtfully at me and said, "I know. You go first."

I thought for a moment. "Last night...last night, I'd have to say, was 
one of the best, most satisfying nights in my life," I said. "Making love 
to you was a fantasy that I had always had, ever since the first days I 
saw you in wrestling."

"You and every other guy," she said, laughing.

I couldn't help but smirk. "True enough," I said, "though most people 
don't actually get to live it out. But the reality of it is, I don't 
really even know anything about you, and to be honest, I don't usually do 
this sort of thing with people I don't know really well."

Nancy looked thoughtful. "What are you thinking, Andy?"

"I'm wondering what's going to happen with us now. I want to know so much 
about you, who and what you are...everything about you, really."

Nancy set her tray aside, finished with breakfast. "Not much to tell, 
really. I lived in Boston for my childhood. My parents owned a clothing 
store downtown, and tried to get me into the business for a long time. To 
this day, I make everything I wear - either that or I have my parents do 
it."

"You mean all of those outfits are your own?"

"Pretty much," she said. "It's not a whole lot of effort if you know what 
you're doing. Anyway, I knew my parents loved me - we're still a close 
family, but I knew that I needed to get away from home if I was ever 
going to be my own woman.

"So I went to school at Villanova - heck, being in my family almost 
required it, since everybody's an alum. I had a couple of brief affairs, 
nothing spectacular...you can *trust* me on that one." She shook her head 
as if to clear away the memory.

"After that, I did various jobs for about a year until I met my future 
husband. I married Ken Christopher - you might remember him as "Killer" 
Ken Kalvert in the ring." 

I remembered Christopher/Kalvert...indeed, he was one of the reasons I liked 
wrestling so much in the first place. He had been involved in some of the 
wildest storylines I'd ever seen, "injuring" some of the top stars around 
the country (including, at one point, running down the world's top star, 
Terry Hogan, with a car outside an arena). He also at one time ran the 
world's largest promotion before being fired in a drug scandal, like so 
many other old-timers had.

And Nancy had actually *married* him. I was envious of him, to say the least.

"Tell me - what was this guy like in real life?" I asked.

"He was a control freak in a lot of ways," Nancy said. "He was a bit of a 
taskmaster, I suppose, but he always knew how to deal with the loose 
cannons in the company. He took one guy - Brian somebody, I forget his 
name now - and tried to break his rebellious side. When that failed, he 
got in the ring with him one day and absolutely destroyed him. No pulled 
punches, no choreography, nothing. Brian was such a bloody mess - I'd 
never seen anything like it.

"Unfortunately, he brought that attitude home with him. He beat the hell 
out of me a couple of times after going out drinking with the boys, and 
really bitched me out almost constantly. After about six months of verbal 
and physical abuse, I got the heck out of Dodge."

I couldn't believe it. How could someone like her ex-husband not know 
what he had, and treat her accordingly? I was repulsed by the thought of 
anyone ever laying a hand in anger on this woman.

"So I take it you're single, then?" I asked.

Nancy paused. "That's a bit tricky," she said. "I'm basically in an open 
relationship - I'm with somebody, but they let me have relationships with 
other people if I want them. I wanted to tell you last night, but 
obviously, other things seemed to be taking precedence."

I took her hand, and looked into her eyes. "Nancy," I asked, "I need to 
know. Where is this going? Do we have a future?"

She looked down for a moment. "Right now, if you were to ask me that, I'd 
say I'd be willing to do it. But obviously, with this other relationship, 
I've got to think about and talk about some things. Can you handle my 
having other relationships? I am polyamorous - that's the life I've 
chosen for myself, and I'm proud of it. If you want to walk away because 
of that, I can understand. But please understand that I do think you're 
special."

She paused, and I could see a tear forming in her eye. "If I didn't, I 
wouldn't have spent last night with you...and I wouldn't be here now."

"But why?" I asked. "How can you know I'm special when you've only known 
me for one night? What is it that has you convinced I'm not taking 
advantage of you or something like that? I'm not, of course, but how can 
you just know?"

"Because of the way you helped me last night," she said.

I started to object, saying that anyone would have done the same thing, 
but she silenced me.

"If it was just your helping me last night, you're right, it wouldn't be 
any big deal," she said. "But look, Andy...in this business, you don't 
meet too many people who are willing to drop everything to help you out 
of the goodness of their heart. You waited an hour and a half outside the 
arena just to talk to *me* last night. I don't *ever* get that kind of 
attention. So when you came up out of the blue, no agenda, no 
nothing...well, it affected me. A lot. And I wanted to show you, in the 
best way possible, how much it meant to me."

She sidled over to me and put her arms around me. "Andy, I don't know 
what's going to happen over time. I wish I did, but I don't. All I do 
know is that I would love for you to be around for quite some time."

I think it's safe to say I was speechless by now. Bonnie Raitt's "Love 
Sneaking Up On You" was playing in the background...an appropriate thing, 
that. It seemed love had snuck up on both of us...without either of us 
knowing it.

"Nancy," I said, softly. "I'm flattered - no, way beyond flattered - by 
what you've said to me today. But I hope you won't think I'm being too 
hesitant for you by saying I need to think about this a while."

She kissed me. "I understand that. You've got a life of your own, I'm 
sure...why don't you tell me about it?"

I told her about my college days, my subsequent journalism career, and 
the trials and tribulations that brought me to where I am. "I live in 
Baltimore now, working for the Sun," I told her. "It's not the easiest 
life, I guess, but I get by."

"I take it you're not married?" she asked.

I shook my head no. "Romance has never been a big part of my life, no 
matter how much I've wished otherwise. I've been more or less alone since 
college, with a few scattered affairs here and there, but nothing that I 
could have ever considered permanent. That's what I want in my life - 
someone that I love dearly, with a strong bond that at least has a chance 
of lasting forever."

I looked at her. "Because of that, stuff like last night doesn't happen 
very often. It takes a lot to even get me to sleep with someone...so if 
nothing else, that ought to tell you how important you've become to *me* 
all of a sudden. Don't ask me why, because I don't know. But you are."

Nancy looked closely at me, as if searching for something. Finally, after 
what seemed like an eternity, she spoke.

"Can I stay here with you again tonight?" she asked. "I...it's important 
to me, and would really mean a lot if you said yes." The look in her eyes 
was almost pleading.

I didn't even hesitate. "Of course you can," I said. "I want to know more 
about you, more about...a lot of things."

                     *             *              *

After Nancy left, there wasn't a lot of time. I called up my office to 
make sure no pressing matters needed to be dealt with, and then got 
dressed for the Q&A session Nancy and the UWF had planned.

For a first time, it wasn't bad. Most of the wrestlers and managers were 
told point blank that since most of us were wise to the business, that 
they would do well to treat us accordingly. The vast majority of them 
did, and as a result, I had a ball. After the Q&A came a silent auction 
of wrestling items, including masks, wrestling boots of famous stars, 
and the grand prize, a 1994 Camaro that was used by Nancy's ex-husband 
when he ran down Hogan. I put in a bid, but the bidding quickly got too 
high for my meager finances, so I kept a low profile.

I didn't get to talk much to Nancy, so I couldn't really get her 
reaction. But I did manage to steal a couple of looks at her, and the 
beaming smile on her face as the Q&A continued told me all I needed to 
know about her reaction. Her leg seemed a lot better...the swelling had 
gone down considerably since the previous night.

>From there, the fans who had assembled for the convention went to the day's 
wrestling show. It was even better than the previous night, with the 
highlight coming when one wrestler (whose main gimmick was that he was 
willing to hurt *himself* to win a match) did a backflip from the top of 
a 15-foot fence which surrounded the ring onto a prone wrestler on the 
mat. Even though the matches have predetermined outcomes, anyone who 
calls pro wrestling "fake" should be on the receiving end of one of those 
before they make such a sweeping judgement.

And of course, there was Nancy's appearance with the wrestler she 
managed. I could have cared less about the wrestler...but *her* entrance 
was incredible. This time, it was a red, white and blue silk dress with 
red high heels to match. When she passed by me, she not only winked at 
me, but she came over and kissed me lightly. Needless to say, most of the 
fans around me were incredibly jealous.

Towards the end of that match, out of nowhere, both wrestlers were down, 
when all of a sudden I saw a somewhat aged figure heading towards the 
ring. Without even a word, to the cheers of the crowd, he scooped Nancy 
up and started running back towards the dressing room, with her screaming 
all the way. As he ran by, I noticed the face.

It was Ken Christopher.

For a moment, I completely bought into the storyline, leaping over the 
railing to try to catch him. Security, however, put an end to that idea 
fairly quickly, literally tossing me back into my seat. After a moment, I 
realized that this was supposed to be a very clever angle, playing to the 
smarts. After all, Nancy wouldn't have agreed to do it if she thought 
there was any danger.

Right?

                        *           *            *

As I was leaving the ring for the ritual of meeting with the wrestlers 
and such, I was stopped by a security guard. "Listen," I said roughly, "I 
don't want to be hassled, OK, I just flipped out for - "

"No, no, don't worry about it," he said. "Ms. LeDoux said she would 
really appreciate it if you stuck around and came backstage when people 
started filing out. She told me what you look like and said to come tell 
you."

I chuckled. There was Nancy again, still thinking of others. The security 
guard gave me a pass. "Here, take it," he said. "You'll need this to get 
back there in the first place."

After tonight's show, I couldn't wait to see her. I managed to push and 
shove my way against the crowd to get back towards the dressing room 
area. I showed the security guard posted there my pass, and he allowed me 
through. When I got behind the curtain, however, there was a woman 
waiting for me - another one of the female managers, Tamara. I had no 
time to properly admire her, though.

"You'd better come quick," she said. "Nancy's in trouble! Ken just 
stormed into her dressing room and started attacking her!"

I was stunned. "WHAT? I thought this was part of the storyline!"

"It wasn't," Tamara said. "He just came out of the blue so fast there was 
no time to stop him! Come on, hurry!"

We both ran down the corridor to Nancy's dressing room. Once there, I saw 
that there was something *seriously* wrong.

Nancy's dress was torn, and Ken had her by the hair and had started 
slapping her around. One guy was on the ground, bleeding profusely, and 
another was yelling in pain, holding an arm that was obviously broken. I 
looked behind me to give Tamara instructions, but she was already gone.

In my mind, I had no choice. I grabbed a chair from outside the dressing 
room and charged after Ken with it. As soon as I hit him with it, I 
realized I'd grabbed one of the "gimmicked" chairs - the ones designed 
not to be too painful. All I'd done was piss this guy off.

He punched me once hard in the face, dazing me quite a bit, then started 
kicking me on the ground. I rolled out of the way long enough to avoid 
getting stomped to death in the corner, then lunged for her makeup area. 
I grabbed a bottle of anti-perspirant, and as Ken lunged for me, I 
sprayed it in his face.

It had the desired effect, as he began clawing at his eyes, just in time 
for the security to arrive and tackle him. I quickly ran over to Nancy to 
check on her. Other than a couple of bruises, she appeared to be OK. 
Tamara was also there, having summoned security in the first place.

"How'd you know I was coming back here?" I asked Tamara.

"I didn't know what you'd look like, but she told me all about the two of 
you last night, and that she was going to bring you backstage today," she 
said.

That rather filled me with pride...Nancy apparently thought enough of me 
to brag to her friends about me.

"Besides, you were the first one I saw...somebody had to come back and 
help her," she said. At that point, I felt someone take my hand. It was 
Nancy.

"Andy...thank you, sweetie," she said. "Looks like you've come to my 
rescue again."

I beamed with pride. "You've got to understand," I said, "I'd come back 
for you again and again. You're worth that kind of effort, and if that 
jerk who tried to hurt you didn't realize it, that's his problem."

Tamara came over at this point, and Nancy asked if the two of them could 
be alone for a minute. I had no problem with that, so I went out into the 
hallway and waited. After a few minutes, Tamara came out.

"Andy, Nancy said she needed a little time to herself...do you mind if I 
take you back to the hotel?" she asked. "Nancy said it was alright with 
her...and besides, everything's under control, so there's not a whole lot 
you can do back here."

After saying a quick goodbye to Nancy (who promised to be back in time 
for the dinner/dancing that evening), Tamara and I headed back to the 
hotel. It had been a long day - already.

                      *             *               *

I laid down just long enough to catch my breath, then showered and began 
getting ready for the dinner dance with the UWF wrestlers and managers. I 
had brought my best suit for the occasion, and hoped Nancy would be 
suitably impressed. I was nude, toweling off from my shower, wondering 
where the hell I'd put that suit, when all of a sudden I heard the door 
opening.

Apparently, I hadn't thought to close the door all the way, and I turned 
around to see Tamara gazing at as much of me as she could. Now, I'm 
fairly well-built these days, but I'm still quite shy about my looks (as 
much by habit as anything else), so it took about two seconds after I 
realized she was there to get the towel around my waist.

"You should close your door," Tamara said playfully. "Though from 
everything I've seen, I don't blame you for wanting to show it off."

I looked down and felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. I was embarassed 
as could be, and Tamara's taunting only seemed to add to it. She was 
certainly dressed to play the seductress, with small dimples in her 
cheeks highlighting a gorgeous smile. Her long, wavy blond hair cascaded 
down her back, and her clothing left little to the imagination, with 
gorgeous legs and large, perky breasts being *very* prominent. Indeed, 
Tamara was another whose looks I'd grown to enjoy while watching the UWF.

"Don't be bashful, baby," she said softly. "You've got nothing more to 
hide, after all. Besides - I want to admire for myself just what Nancy's 
getting now."

As if the taunting weren't enough to embarass me, my attraction to Tamara 
was also being felt in my groin. My manhood was quickly expanding to the 
point where it was quite obvious to anyone who happened to be looking in 
my general direction just how aroused I was.

For one of the few times in my life, I was frozen. I had no idea what to 
do. I was really starting to like Nancy, though I dared not call it love 
yet...but here was Tamara, obviously wanting me for herself, and she was 
certainly worth the trouble.

Tamara was trying very hard to make the decision for me. Without a word 
sidled over to me and pressed her body against mine.

I gulped. "What about Nancy?" I asked.

"What *about* Nancy?" she replied, sitting up on the windowsill. In the 
process, her skirt had hiked up to the point where her panties were 
plainly visible. "You're a big boy, she's a big girl...she's got to learn 
to be able to handle this. Besides, you want this just as bad as I do..." 
At this, she reached out and caressed my throbbing member through the 
towel, then all at once ripped the towel away, revealing all of me to 
her. "See? I can tell...you want this so much you can taste it, just like 
I want you."

With all the willpower in my body, I turned away from her. "Look, Tamara, 
I do want you - you're certainly very attractive. But Nancy has to be a 
priority. You saw what happened today...if you're a friend to her, you'll 
understand."

She smiled, and walked right past me. "I understand," she said. "But it 
doesn't matter. One way or another, you *will* be mine tonight." And with 
a wink, she left the room.

Great, I thought as I closed and locked the door. *Another* dream to 
torment me.

                      *              *               *

Nancy arrived at the hotel just in time for the gala to start. She made a 
quick run up to my room to make sure everything was OK with me, and 
helped me with my tie (I've always been awful with ties).

"Listen, are you OK, Nancy?" I asked. "You looked a little bruised 
before, and I want to make sure you're going to be all right for the 
evening."

"I'll be fine," she said. "It's the chance I take going out there every 
night." She sighed. "I'll admit, I wish I didn't have to worry about that 
all the time, though."

She kissed me on the cheek, and I couldn't help but blush, even after 
everything that had happened. "You're sweet, you know that?" I whispered.

She laughed loudly at that. "You're the one who's been rescuing me for 
the past two days - and *I'm* the sweet one?" she said, as she made a 
final adjustment on my tie. "I love it. Always trying to be the white 
knight - all you need is a suit of armor to match." She backed away to 
give me a once-over.

"Speaking of suits, how do I look?" I asked.

She giggled. "Like a perfect gentleman," she said, then added, "I'll fix 
that before the night's over, though, don't worry. How about me?" 

She turned around, in her *stunning* white evening gown that was 
guaranteed to stun everyone in the dance hall. I couldn't help but get a 
tear in my eye seeing how beautiful she was. What few blemishes her 
ex-husband had left were covered up by an excellent makeup job, and she 
looked drop-dead gorgeous.

"You look like an angel, Nancy," I said. "All you need is a halo."

"Good," she said. "I'll need something to pound down these devil's horns 
anyway." With a laugh, we were on our way to the dinner/dance.

The hall was made up remarkably well. The all-black balloons, UWF logos 
and such made it look like nothing short of a Halloween bash. But by the 
dress of the people there, you'd never know it. People in evening gowns 
and suits mingled, talked, and no doubt made plans to spend the night 
together. The effect was something like, "Debutante Cotillion Meets Biker 
Bar."

Somehow, it was appropriate.

As Nancy and I danced, I couldn't get the incident with Tamara out of my 
mind. She seemed to read my thoughts, and she asked me what was wrong. I 
sat her down and told her everything that had happened, expecting either 
a backlash towards me or Tamara. Even if there was, I felt I owed it to 
Nancy to be honest with her.

But Nancy's reaction surprised me. She *laughed*.

After a pregnant pause, I asked her if she would be so kind as to clue 
me in on what she was laughing about.

"Well, that's Tamara for you," she said. "She's always been...how can I 
put this?...rather open about her sexual feelings. She's not a slut, she 
doesn't sleep around, but at the same time, she isn't exactly afraid to 
tell men exactly what she wants." She laughed. "You're not the first fan 
she's done this with."

"I take it you've known her awhile?" I asked.

"Quite well, actually," she said. "Actually, I trained her. I thought the 
wrestling business needed more women in it, so I showed her how to be a 
good manager/valet, and also showed her a lot of the behind-the-scenes 
things so that if anything ever happened to me, she could take over and 
do things the way I wanted them done. Plus, there's something else to it, 
too..."

"What is it?" I asked, warily.

"We've grown quite close over the years," Nancy said. "In fact, I dare 
say that she's the one person I've been able to trust with everything 
about me."

"How close?" I asked.

She laughed and said, "Never just you mind...for now. Listen, go upstairs 
and wait for me, OK? I'm kinda tired of the dancing."

Puzzled, I nodded assent and headed for my room. This day and night had 
been filled with twists and turns already. What was *next*, I wondered?

                            *        *       *

It was about 20 minutes before Nancy finally knocked on the door. What I 
saw as I opened that door stunned me even more.

Nancy seemed to have gone shopping at Leather Underground or someplace 
similar, because she was dressed in one of the most revealing leather 
dresses I had ever seen. The top of the dress barely covered her nipples, 
and the bottom of it *might* have reached her thigh. Nancy was leaving 
nothing to the imagination tonight, that was for sure.

No words were necessary. We kissed, and locked each other in a passionate 
embrace, our tongues darting in each other's mouths as we seemed to be 
throwing all caution to the wind. We finally settled in a chair about 
three or four feet away from the bed, with her straddling me and pressing 
her body against mine for all it was worth. Quickly she removed my shirt...

...and all of a sudden, I felt my wrists being placed behind the chair, 
with the cold steel of handcuffs being placed around my wrist. I was 
worried. "Nancy..." I said.

"Shhh," she said. After kissing me once, lightly, she slowly began 
unbuckling my belt. She raised me up off the chair just enough to slip 
them off of my waist along with my underwear. While the handcuffs had 
cooled me down, at least momentarily, Nancy's effect on me could still be 
seen quite clearly in my stiffness.  

Then, without a word, Nancy took off her stockings, knelt down, and tied my 
legs to each chair leg. I wasn't really used to bondage, or anything 
close to it, really...but under the circumstances, I had no objections 
whatsoever to this treatment.

Except for the fact that she was about to leave me alone.

"Where are you going?" I asked in alarm as she stood up to leave. "You 
can't leave me like this!"

"Oh?" she asked, in an innocent-sounding voice. "Can't I? Oh, but I can, 
and I will...at least for the moment. I'll be back in half an hour." Just 
before leaving, she stopped and looked thoughtfully at the dresser for a 
moment, then smiled broadly. She reached into my dresser and pulled out a 
black sock of mine, and proceeded to tie it around my eyes. I then felt a 
kiss on my cheek. "I'll *try* to be back in half an hour...it might take 
a little longer," she whispered.

She laughed, and I heard her blow a kiss and leave, not even bothering to 
close the door.

The time seemed to go by forever. I wasn't sure whether to be aroused or 
fighting for my life. The torment was playing on my mind quite visibly, 
and although I had the feeling that Nancy wouldn't actually hurt me or 
abandon me, the situation was getting to me.

Then all at once I heard footsteps enter the room. I had no idea what was 
going on...until I heard Nancy's voice whispering in my ear, "I'm back." 
But while she *was* back, she also wasn't too intent on letting me go 
anytime soon. The first thing I noticed was that the leather dress had 
come off, because as she straddled my legs, I could feel her damp pussy 
pressed up and rubbing against my thighs.

She flickered her tongue over my ear and my neck and slowly worked her 
way down my body, suckling and tweaking my nipples like I had done to her 
the previous night. She continued lower, over my stomach, and finally to 
my waist. I felt her cup my sac in her hands, tickling it with her 
fingers as she went along. Slowly, I felt a hand slowly grasping the 
underside of my cock, stroking it lightly, with the grip just firm enough 
for it to be obvious.

As she stroked, I soon felt soft, wet kisses being planted all around my 
throbbing, almost aching member. I felt Nancy's lips going down around my 
cock, sucking on it gently as her tongue lingered over the underside for 
a considerable period of time. I heard Nancy begin to sigh as she kept 
sucking me, which surprised me a little...but not nearly as much as when 
I felt a *second* pair of lips planting little kisses on me.

"Nancy!" I said, startled by this new intrusion. "What's going on?" 
Instead of answering, Nancy stopped what she was doing and took off the 
blindfold.

It took me a moment to adjust to the light in the room, but when I did, I 
couldn't believe my eyes.

Nancy had resumed her position before me, with my lips firmly planted 
around the head of my penis...and Tamara, of all people, was straddling 
Nancy's back, feeling Nancy's breasts from behind and lapping her tongue 
along her spine. I could see Nancy shudder involuntarily from Tamara's 
attention.

As I could feel myself beginning to tense, I noticed Nancy easing up on 
me a little, and finally releasing me entirely just as I was beginning to 
think I was going to come. Tammy seemed to take it as a cue, and went 
over to the bed Nancy and I had slept in the previous night. Nancy 
straddled me, with her arms latched firmly around my back. Slowly, and 
ever so carefully, she lowered herself onto me, and began to bounce up 
and down. The feeling was indescribable...especially as Nancy began 
whispering into my ear.

"God, this feels great," she whispered, almost tauntingly, slowly making 
love to me in sync with her words. "You know something, baby...remember 
how I told you not to worry about Tamara? Well, I think I should tell you 
now. We're lovers, Andy. Yeah. We make love to each other every chance we 
get, baby...and you know what we're going to do for you?"

At this, she began to lose her breath a little bit. Tamara came over to 
us, nuzzling Nancy's neck and lightly caressing her body as Nancy continued 
to whisper in my ear. "We're going to make love...we want you to watch us 
as we make sweet, sweet love to each other...then, we're going to release 
you, and you're gonna get to make Tamara come, and make me come, over and 
over againnn..." 

Her body started to shake uncontrollably as she came closer and closer to 
her climax...and mine. "Yes, Andy...both of us want you...we want you to 
come, and watch us come, and make us come...we both love and want 
you...oh GOOOOD...yess..."

Both of our orgasms hit us like thunderbolts, as I felt my entire body 
tingle, her fingers tracing the outline of my spine, Tamara caressing 
Nancy and kissing her for all she was worth, and hearing both of our 
screams of unrestrained exstacy...

After what seemed like an eternity, Nancy got off of me and turned her 
attention to Tamara, whose obvious arousal seemed to be flowing down the 
insides of her thighs like a river. Nancy and Tamara kissed passionately, 
not even being concerned with freeing me just yet, as their hands 
explored what for them was obviously familiar territory - each other. 

Nancy took one of Tamara's nipples in her mouth and lightly bit at it, 
causing Tamara to tightly hold Nancy's head to her. I saw Tamara's legs 
visibly shake as Nancy extended one hand and lightly brushed Tamara's 
soaked cunt with her fingertips. It didn't take long after that for the 
two of them to fall into bed.

I watched Nancy slowly trace her tongue all the way down Tamara's body 
and tease her relentlessly, like I had done to Nancy the previous night. 
I was straining against the chair, wanting to join in and add to the 
passion (as if that was possible), but those handcuffs were tight as 
could be. I wasn't going anywhere.

But Nancy and Tamara were...to heaven, as best I could tell. Nancy seemed 
to enjoy making love to Tamara as much as Tamara enjoyed receiving that 
love, and as Nancy continued suckling and licking away at Tamara's clit, 
I could hear both of them whimpering for release. I then heard Tamara 
whisper, "I need you, Nancy," and the two of them soon found themselves 
intertwined, with Nancy leaning down to finish what she started on Tamara 
and Tamara pulling Nancy's dripping sex to her face to return the favor.

They continued making love, Tamara putting two fingers inside Nancy and 
pumping away as she licked at her and Nancy lightly grazing Tamara's anus 
as she continued on her. I watched Tamara's face contort seemingly 
hundreds of different ways. Finally, she could take no more, and I saw 
her tighten her grip on Nancy as the first waves of orgasm rippled 
through her like an ocean current. She had to stop what she was doing 
because she was so wrapped up in the pleasure Nancy was giving her, and 
she thrashed her head wildly as she came, and came, and came.

Nancy, bless her soul, managed to hold herself up long enough to come 
over and untie me. I had barely stood up before I was practically running 
over to the bed, kissing Tamara for all I was worth, probably hurting her 
jaw in the process...but at the same time, not caring a whole lot one way 
or the other. After all, I'd been waiting for some time for this moment.

Tamara rolled me onto my back and in an instant impaled herself on me, 
practically riding me like a bucking bronco. She laid herself so that her 
breasts were pressed against me, and I thrusted up into her deeply, 
almost in a passionate frenzy. It didn't take long for Tamara to come 
again. She pressed her nails in my back and practically roared like an 
animal. Her soaked cunt gripped me like a vice and she held me so tight 
as she called out my name. Nancy got down by my side, and whispered to 
me, "Please, come inside Tammy...you know she wants it...you know you 
want it..." That set me off like there was no tommorrow. I probably came 
longer than I ever had in my life, Tamara and Nancy egging me on, with 
waves of pleasure roaring through me like I'd never felt before...

The rest of the night seemed to be one orgasm after another, with some 
light conversation to fill the time. The three of us made love to each 
other in seemingly every position, every possible way that I ever knew of 
(and a few I dare say I'd never known), and it must have been at least 4 
a.m. before we collapsed, exhausted, in each others' arms...

                       *           *           *

I woke up somewhat reluctantly the next morning...only to find Tamara and 
Nancy gone, with no trace of the night's events there to greet me.

Except for the note.

"Dear Andy," it read. "This last weekend was one of the greatest we've 
ever had, and we're sure you share that opinion. But right now, we're in a 
little bit of a quandary. You see, we've wanted a man to join us for 
quite some time, and thus far, you're the only one who seems to be 
qualified, as a person and as a lover, to do so.

"But neither one of us would ever *think* of dragging you away from a 
good job in Baltimore, or anywhere else, for that matter. If you want to 
stay there, that's fine. Even if you do decide that, the three of us can 
live with the memories of this weekend for the rest of our lives, and 
look back on it all happily.

"But the truth is, the thing that would make us happiest is if you came 
to Philly and joined us. We want to have a permanent, secure triad...with 
you. The three of us, loving each other for the rest of our lives, always 
being there for one another...think about it. It would be the most 
wonderful thing that ever happened to both of us.

"Please think about it...because both of us are falling in love with you, 
and we don't ever want this to end.

"Love, Nancy and Tamara."

Tears were streaming down my face by the end of the letter. No doubt the 
same thing had happened as they were writing it. In the end, I knew there 
was only one thing I could do.

"Hello, Tom, can you get me the publisher?...It's about my job there at 
the Sun...it's time for me to move on."

THE END





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