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Beget, Begot, Begat (Mf, ped, rom)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
***
A man strikes out to try and find himself and discovers
a wonder beyond imagination.
***
It had been a present to myself for my thirtieth
birthday. I'd spent eight years working to build up a
company with my uncle and had never taken a vacation. I
was getting close to burning out and had made a couple of
bad investment decisions that had forced my uncle to
interfere. I looked at myself in the mirror one morning
and I didn't recognize the person looking back. I decided
to go find out who he was.
The entire investment house breathed a sigh of relief as
I announced, at that morning's meeting, that I would be
taking a month off. My uncle had slapped me on the
shoulder and wished me a good trip then he had lead me to
the door and told me not to come back until I could think
straight.
I'd spent about four hours at the travel agency before
deciding what I wanted to do. I bought a Eurail Pass and
then went and got a passport. Three days later I was in
New York and going from one embassy to the next as I
sought out tourist visas. Passport and visas in hand, I
grabbed my one piece of luggage and took a cab out to
JFK; got the last open seat on a flight to Rome and
winged off on my adventure. I felt like the protagonist
in Somerset Maugham's "The Razor's Edge." I was going in
search of my soul.
Rome was beautiful but hectic. I only spent a day there
and most of it at Vatican City as I looked at all the
beautiful art work. I went to Florence and looked at more
art and then down to Venice to see even more. I enjoyed
the laid back attitude in Venice even though the city
stinks of decay.
Two days later I was taking a ferry to Sicily where I ate
like a pig and drank a lot of wine. I found a willing
young waitress, with long wavy black hair and deep dark
eyes, to while away the nighttime and I left sated in
mind and body. A short hop to the Greek Isles and a lot
more drinking and womanizing.
It was early autumn and the off-season. There weren't
many young girls about, but there were quite a few young
women. I spent three nights there and slept with four
women. A Greek secretary, an English lawyer, a Turkish
teacher, and a Nubian goddess from Morocco. I headed for
the mainland and wound up spending two days and nights at
a Greek monastery high up on a cliff face where I
meditated in silence and slept to the sound of chanting
monks and waves crashing far below.
I worked my way up to southern Hungary, across to
Austria, back down to Switzerland, up through southern
Germany, and then southern France. I stayed in cheap
little Pensions, which are bed and breakfast lodgings,
and sometimes paid for five star hotels. I ate exquisite
food and saw amazing sights. I pondered great art and
ogled great bodies. I was never at a loss for company.
Who said they hate Americans?
I wended my way up to Paris and then over to London and
finally took a large ferry across the North Sea and wound
up in the Netherlands. I headed for Amsterdam. I had a
week left and I wanted to lay back and do nothing but sit
around cafes and sip rich coffee or maybe get stoned. I
went to the tourist kiosk at the railway station and the
old woman gave me a list of pensions within walking
distance. I walked by the first but it looked too formal
so I continued on to the next.
An enterprising man had rented out the attic spaces of
four adjoining buildings and had strung them together to
create a strange sort of B&B or Pension as they call them
on the continent. I walked up the three flights of stairs
and turned the corner into the reception area. I looked
down at the top of a mop of flaxen hair.
The young girl was doing homework and I cleared my throat
to get her attention. She swung her head up and fixed me
with the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. She smiled
and my heart melted. I couldn't tell how old she was, but
she had to be the prettiest thing I'd seen in my entire
life.
She had a creamy complexion with full eyebrows and a
straight nose that led down to a very full mouth and a
strong chin with a small dimple in it. She had impossibly
long eyelashes which framed those brilliant cornflower
blue irises. Her hair was in a pageboy type cut and hung
straight to her chin. It was longer in front than in
back.
I had to clear the lump in my throat before I could ask,
"Haben zie eine frei zimmer?" (do you have a free room -
according to Berlitz).
Her eyes twinkled and she replied in English, "Yes we
have quite a few."
Her English was perfect with a slight accent to make it
sound exotic. She asked for my passport and filled out a
guest card, which I knew would be sent to the local
police station. She told me the rates and I pulled out my
Visa card. She looked at me and shook her head no. I put
the card away and pulled out a travelers check. She shook
her head yes. I endorsed it and she looked at a laminated
card and then made change for me.
She reached into a drawer and pulled out a key. She asked
me to follow and she stood up from behind the heavy oaken
desk. My breath caught in my throat. She wore a pull over
top that stretched tightly around her upper body. It was
striped yellow and green and her breasts made a mockery
of the stripes as they rose and dove around the contours.
I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and it took
everything I had to tear my eyes away from those
incredible mounds.
I looked up and found her looking at me with amusement.
She turned and led the way. Oh God! What can I say about
that ass. Picture the greatest ass you've ever seen. Got
it? Well, discard that picture and try to imagine
something better. I swear, I actually drooled.
She was fairly tall, maybe five foot seven or eight. She
had long legs and she had a runway walk that made that
perfect ass sway from side to side. It was mesmerizing.
She had a very narrow waist and I had to will myself not
to reach out and wrap my hands around it. She came to a
stop in front of my room and I stumbled as I tried not to
plow into her. I saw her chest rise and fall as she
chuckled to herself. She opened the door and showed me
where I'd be living for the next seven days and six
nights.
She explained the house rules to me and told me where the
bathroom and showers were located. She told me that the
showers were only on from noon to three and I looked at
my watch and realized I only had an hour left if I wanted
to wash off the road grime.
I asked about towels and she said they would 'rent' me
one for a five-dollar deposit. Returnable when I brought
back the towel. She smiled and left me standing there
with my mouth open. I rushed to the door and watched her
walk away. She turned when she was half way back to her
desk and smiled brightly at me. I managed to keep from
drooling, but just barely.
I quickly changed into sweat pants, tee shirt, sandals,
grabbed my ditty bag and went down to rent my towel. I
turned the corner with a big grin on my lips only to find
myself face to face with a very large and unshaven man.
He stared at me and I stared back. He said something in
Dutch and I told him I needed a towel and held out my
five dollars. He walked over to a self-standing closet
that they call a 'Shrank' and pulled out a surprisingly
large towel.
I thanked him and made my way to the showers. A sign on
the door informed me that this was a unisex shower. I
steeled myself and walked in. I could hear at least one
showerhead going. I hung my clothes in the anteroom and
went through the plastic curtain. There was a middle-aged
woman washing and she had her back to me. I wet my soap
and proceeded to wash away the hours of travel. I had
worked my way down to my lower body when I realized that
the woman was looking at me. I looked over and nodded.
She was a relatively attractive woman. She wasn't thin,
but neither was she fat. Her breasts were large and had
begun to sag, but they were still attractive; especially
the very big and long nipples. She had one of the
hairiest bushes I'd ever seen. I tried to appear casual
as I washed my legs and then my ass, but my cock had
responded and was slightly engorged. I watched out of the
corner of my eye as she studied my cock.
I started reciting my multiplication tables and managed
not to spring a hard on. She stared unabashedly as I
soaped up my crotch and pulled back the foreskin to give
my cock a good cleaning. I saw her soap up her mound and
watched as she ran a finger through her crack. The offer
was explicit, but I wasn't really interested so I made
believe I didn't know what she was doing. I washed my
hair then went to dry myself off and left her standing in
the anteroom.
I kicked myself on the way back to my room and wondered
if she might not have been my only shot at companionship
during my stay here. I almost didn't realize that the
young girl was back at the front desk. She looked up and
I saw her appraise my naked torso. I had spent two hours
a night, over the last eight years, pushing a lot of
weight at a local gym. It was what I did to unwind and it
had left me with a lot of definition.
I was happy with my body; and apparently so was she. I
saw one of her eyebrows arch up and she gave me a
different kind of smile. I almost walked into a corner as
I grinned back at her and I heard her giggle as I walked
away. I felt like a schoolboy. I went back and dressed
then I left and went in search of a bank. I exchanged
some money and then went in search of life.
I stopped at a tourist kiosk and grabbed a couple of free
brochures. I took a self-guided walking tour which
crisscrossed the canals and took me by a lot of old
skinny houses that belonged to famous painters and
composers. I got tired of walking and looked for a nice
little cafe to rest my feet. I found a wide-open plaza
surrounded by sidewalk cafes and restaurants and I walked
from one to the other trying to decide which I wanted to
patronize.
"Hey Boston!" I heard a voice say and I looked around for
the source.
"Over here, Bob," the same voice said and I saw a bearded
man waving his hand at me.
I was dumfounded. Who the hell was that. I walked over
slowly and tried peering past the beard. It wasn't until
I was six feet away that I recognized my college
roommate.
"Jesus Christ!" I intoned. "Frank Gillespie! What the
fuck are you doing here?"
Frank roared out a laugh and stood up to shake my hand
and smack my shoulder.
"I came for a week and stayed for a lifetime," he sang
out loudly as he offered me a seat.
"Christ, Frank," I said as I searched my memory, "what's
it been? Six years."
"Sounds about right," Frank said as he caught a
waitress's eye and raised two fingers.
"What the hell are you doing in Amsterdam, Bob?" He
asked.
"Trying to find myself, Frank. I should ask you the same
thing," I told him.
"Oh, I found myself quite a while ago," he said with a
grin.
He looked like the quintessential hippie. Long hair and a
beard. Tattered jeans and a chambray shirt. A pair of
worn Reeboks and no socks. The waitress brought us two
cups of strong coffee as I looked him over.
"You happy with what you found?" I asked him and he
laughed loudly once again.
"Yeah. I'm happy," he said. "I was burning out and I took
a vacation to clear my mind. Toured around Europe for a
while and wound up here. I like what I found. The life
here is easy, Bob. Laid back. People ride bikes to work
and they take long vacations. The society is wide open
and nobody looks down their nose at anyone else. Well,
for the most part anyway. Then I met this girl and 'bam'
the years just started rolling by."
I stared at him. I don't know if my mouth was hanging
agape or not, but the parallels were amazing. I shook my
head and dragged myself back to the conversation.
"That's frightening, Frank," I said and he smiled
broadly. He knew what I meant.
"What have you been doing?" I pressed. "The last I heard,
you had moved to one of the big money houses in New
York."
"Yeah, I did," he nodded and took a sip of the strong
Turkish style coffee. "That's what drove me over the
edge. Those sixteen-hour days and those I'm-just-going-
to-the-office-for-a-few-hours weekends sucked the soul
right out of me. I started doing coke to take off the
edge and was having six martini lunches to dull the pain.
I was one step away from diving off a bridge when my boss
fired me."
"Fired you?"
"Well, not really. He walked into my office one day and
told me to get out and get my life together. He said
until I did, I no longer had a job. He gave me this phone
number and I called it. It was this travel agency and the
next thing I knew I was clean, sober, and happy."
I shook my head. I hadn't fallen quite that low, but I
had been heading in that direction.
"And, you came here and decided on staying?"
"Like I said, I met a girl. She's from here. It was
magic. We fell in love; I got a visa; and the rest, as
they say, is history."
"Amazing," I said and shook my head. "It sounds like a
movie."
"Doesn't it though," Frank said with a grin.
I noticed him looking over my shoulder and saw his face
light up. He got up from his seat. I looked behind me to
find an attractive dark haired woman walking towards us.
She had a warm smile on her face. I stood and she walked
up to Frank and gave him a kiss and a hug. Frank
introduced me to his wife Trudi. She was of East European
decent and had very dark features. She was quite
attractive, but I don't think she realized it.
They seemed very happy and were always touching each
other. Holding hands or leaning against each other. I
almost felt like I was intruding. Frank regaled his wife
with stories of our school days. He made me out to be the
drunken debaucher and left his part out. I could tell
from the way she looked at him that she knew the whole
story. She was as surprised as I that we had met like
this. She talked about their business. They had started a
small word processing business and it had blossomed into
a small software company.
They were doing well and trying to resist the buy out
offers. Her eyes glistened as she told me she was
expecting and I bought a round of coffee to celebrate. I
told them about the company I had started with my uncle
and Frank shook his head. I told them about my vacation
and he nodded in understanding.
The hour grew late and we made plans to meet on the
following day. I was going to see their little business
and then Frank was going to take me around for a tour of
the city. The 'real' city he said and Trudi poked him in
the ribs.
I told them I couldn't wait and got up to leave. I
suddenly realized I had no idea how to find my way back
and they laughed. I told them where I was staying and was
surprised when Trudi said she knew where it was. She
hailed a cab and gave the driver the address. I waved
good by and we drove off.
It was almost midnight as I walked up the stairs to the
top floor. The reception desk was vacant and I tried to
be quiet as I walked down the hallway to my room. It
seemed like every board I stepped on was a creaky one and
I chuckled quietly to myself. I went to the bathroom and
washed my face and brushed my teeth.
I went back to my room and stripped to the buff and
crawled under the coarse bedclothes. I grabbed a book and
tried to do some reading but my eyes kept closing of
their own accord so I closed the book and turned off the
lamp. I turned onto my side and realized I wasn't going
to fall asleep. My mind buzzed with the caffeine from all
the coffee I had drunk. I lay there and counted sheep.
Suddenly I thought I heard a light tapping at my door. I
lifted my head up and listened. Sure enough, there it was
again. I turned on the light, got up, went to the door,
and cracked it open. My first thought had been that the
woman from the shower had decided to press her offer, but
I was surprised to find the tow headed receptionist
standing there in a knee length tee shirt. I backed from
the door and opened it wider. She looked over her
shoulder and stepped through the opening. I forgot that I
was naked and felt embarrassed as she turned to smile at
me.
I watched as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and started
to pull it up and over her head. I watched as her body
slowly revealed itself to me. Her smooth thighs led up to
a closely cropped pudendum. A taut rippling stomach drew
the eyes upwards and the round globes of her breasts
slowly revealed themselves. And round they were, like two
halves of a large cantaloupe with impossibly dark aureole
and nipples.
She stood at the edge of my bed and smiled at me. My cock
responded and rose of its on accord. She watched as it
slowly filled like a balloon animal at a children's
party. It swelled and wound up pointing at the ceiling;
something it hadn't done since high school. I moved up to
her and our bodies crashed together. Our mouths pressed
together like two people dying of thirst who had just
found and oasis. Her large breasts seared my chest as
they pressed up against me. My cock was caught between us
and bent at a strange angle, but I didn't care.
We broke the embrace and we both sucked in lungs full of
air. I could feel my heart beating in my chest or perhaps
it was hers. The blood rushed through my ears and made a
sound like the waves on a sandy beach. Her eyes were
bright and her lips were already swollen with lust. I
bent down and kissed her again, but this time I did it
gently. She hugged my neck and responded in kind. I ran
my hands down her back and cupped her ass cheeks in my
hands. I kneaded the soft globes and pressed my cock into
her crotch.
She moaned into my mouth and I did the same to her. I
couldn't believe how aroused I was. I reached between us
and cupped the bottom of a breast. I pushed it up as I
lowered my mouth to the fat nipple waiting there. She
sucked in a breath as I sucked in the swollen nubbin. I
sucked and licked the nipple and it got even harder.
The skin of her aureole puckered and gathered making the
nipple long and fat. I kneaded the breast as I nursed on
it and it was full and firm like I remembered from my
days in high school. I moved to the other breast and did
the same to it. She made a lot of 'mmmmmm' sounds as I
played to my hearts content.
I pulled away finally and looked into those ice-blue
eyes. They were filled with warmth and enjoyment. She
leaned forward and pressed her mouth against my small man
nipple and nibbled on it. I felt something like a small
electric shock radiate from my nipple.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling. I
opened them again as I felt her pull away and the saliva
on my chest felt cool as it evaporated. She slipped
slowly from my embrace and sat on the edge of the bed. I
watched as she dragged a finger through the slit of her
cunt and as she sucked the finger into her mouth. My cock
twitched as I watched the erotic sight. She smiled and
lay back onto the bed. I had gotten the message and I
lowered myself onto my knees.
I peered at her cunt. Her labia were flushed and swollen.
They blossomed out slightly and I could see the lighter
skin inside. I could see the glistening of moisture along
its length. I kissed the inside of her knee and dragged
my tongue along the silky inside of her thigh. I stopped
before encountering her cunt and did the same to her
other leg. I saw her stomach ripple as she chuckled at my
teasing. I ran my tongue along the crease where her thigh
met her crotch and she moved her pelvis in anticipation.
I lightly swept my tongue across her labia and she thrust
her crotch up, seeking more contact.
I looked up at her peering eyes and smiled. She pouted in
return. I lowered my mouth to her cunt and kept my eyes
on hers. I kissed her labia as though it was a mouth and
she jerked and moaned as I made contact. Her hands
clutched the bedspread as she waited in anticipation. I
pressed my tongue against her and licked up the length of
her slit.
She moaned something in Dutch or German, but I couldn't
tell what she said. I pressed harder now and my tongue
parted her nether lips and pushed into her vulva. Her
juices coated my tongue and my taste buds savored her
girlish taste. Her juices were mild and almost sweet. I
delved deeper into her and stiffened my tongue as I
pushed it in and out like a small fat cock. She moaned
and rocked from side to side.
I pulled away and looked up at her face. She opened her
eyes and looked at me with imploring eyes. They shone
with a feverish intensity. I bent back down and worshiped
some more at her womanly altar. I licked and laved her,
avoiding her clitoris. She moaned and pawed at the bed
sheet. Her pelvis moved up and down in short jerky
motions as she tried to rub her cunt against my tongue. I
moved up slowly and headed for her clit.
She froze in anticipation and then her back arched as I
made contact with the fat little button. Her clit was big
and round and easy to find. I molested the little morsel
until she was constantly moaning. My nose brushed against
her pubic hair and my mind tried to tell me something. I
suddenly realized that she wasn't shaving her bush, but
that it was only a sparse growth like that of a young
girl. I pulled away and looked up at her beaming face.
She looked down to see why I had stopped and frowned at
my questioning look.
"How old are you?" I asked her.
She shook her head and put her hands on top of my head
and pushed me back down into her cunt. I figured it was
too late anyway so I continued my explorations. I
alternated between her vulva and her clitoris. At one
point I pushed a finger into her and stroked it in and
out as I licked her swollen clit.
Her cunt was tight around my finger and I wondered if my
cock would even fit in there. She was moaning loudly now
and suddenly she scooted away from my busy tongue and
finger. I looked at her questioningly and watched as her
chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths. Her eyes were
opened wide and she shook her head 'no'. She didn't want
me to bring her off that way.
She twisted her body until she was lengthwise on the bed
and patted the mattress next to her. I pushed myself up
off of my knees and stood with my cock pointing at her.
She looked from it to my face and smiled. I climbed into
bed and lie half across her as I brought my musky lips to
hers.
We kissed deeply again and her tongue probed my mouth. I
felt her hand slide between us and it felt electric as it
wrapped around my swollen member. I groaned into her
mouth and felt her lips curl into a smile. She pushed on
my shoulder and rolled me off of her. I lay back and my
cock pointed to the ceiling. She got up onto her knees
and wasted no time bending down and engulfing my cock.
It was my turn to arch my back as her hot moist mouth
swallowed my sensitive organ. She held onto my shaft and
moved her head in a corkscrew fashion as her tongue
teased the corona of my cock head. She pulled her mouth
off and waggled her tongue along the bottom of my cock.
It was my turn to groan incessantly. I almost shouted as
she took me back into her mouth. I knew I would cum soon
if she kept it up and I reluctantly pulled her away from
her endeavors.
She smiled at me as she moved up and pressed her lips
against mine. We kissed and hugged and she gave my ardor
time to subside. I reached up and ran my hands through
her silky flaxen hair. It hung forward like a curtain on
either side of her lovely face and it was amazing how it
kept its shape. There was no mussing this silky mop of
golden hair. A simple shake of the head set each strand
back in place. I smiled as I savored her beauty. I ran a
finger along her nose and her eyebrows. She pressed her
cheek into the palm of my hand and held it there.
She sat up suddenly and straddled my waist. I felt my
cock brush against her ass. She bent forward and brushed
her full breasts back and forth and rubbed her nipples
against my chest. She sat up and rose onto her knees. I
looked down between us and saw my fat, turgid cock
waiting to impale her.
She reached down between us and grasped my shaft. Aiming
my cock, she lowered herself onto me. My cock bent to the
side as she missed her entry and she rose up again. I
watched her concentrate and she chewed on her bottom lip
as she tried again. I felt the head of my cock pressing
into her and suddenly it was grasped by something
incredibly tight. I sucked in my breath as my turgid cock
slowly slipped into her tight channel.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her mouth
was open and she made a low 'ahhhhh' sound as she slowly
slid down the length of my cock. She bottomed out before
I was all the way in and she just sat there for a minute
as she adjusted to my girth. I felt sure now that she was
much younger than I had first thought. I hadn't met a
woman with a cunt that tight in my entire life.
I felt her tense her thighs and watched as she slowly
rose up off of me. I could see her inner labia stretch
out as she slid up my shaft. She stopped before I popped
all the way out and slowly lowered herself again. She did
this over and over again. I reached up and grasped both
of her pendulous breasts and teased her nipples. Her
breathing began to quicken and became labored, and yet
she continued the slow steady fucking motions. Her cunt
had loosened somewhat, but was still tighter than any
other I'd ever known.
I could feel every part of her cunt walls as they clasped
and throbbed around my cock. She fell forward suddenly
and her hands rested on my chest. Her hair draped forward
and hid her face and I felt her body shudder. She made
short gasping sounds in her throat and I realized she was
cumming. Her legs tightened along side mine and her cunt
clasped and released my cock in a steady rhythm. She kept
whispering "Huhn.. huhn.. huhn.." as her breath caught in
her throat and her body shivered.
I held on to her hips and let her ride it out. She tossed
her head and her hair fell all to one side and I looked
into her eyes. She was smiling at me and her eyes were
half closed in ecstasy. It was the quietest orgasm I'd
ever seen or heard for that matter. My cock was still
hard and I was a long way from cumming.
I waited until her breathing appeared normal and then
rolled her over onto her back. She clasped her legs
around my waist and my cock never pulled out of her. She
pulled her legs from around me as she lie back and raised
them up until her knees pressed into her fat breasts. I
felt myself sink in a little deeper. I pushed up on my
arms and got into a push-up position and started slowly
stroking into her.
She studied my face as I worked at satisfying myself. I
leaned forward and kissed her as my pelvis continued its
in and out motions. I went at it slowly and soon her
breathing became labored once again. I began alternating
between long deep strokes and quick shallow ones. Her
eyes glistened in pleasure and she grunted as I pushed
hard into her. I watched as she cupped her own breasts
and pulled on her nipples. I must have had a strange look
on my face because she smiled and exaggerated her nipple
tugging. I felt my nostrils flare and I started pounding
into her. She reached up and wrapped her arms loosely
around my neck and her legs stretched out and wrapped
around my waist.
I didn't have long to wait before the familiar feeling
crept up my scrotum and worked up my cock. I felt myself
explode inside of her and I groaned loudly. I felt the
muscles on my neck cord up as I experienced one of the
strongest orgasms of my life. I felt like my insides were
squirting out of my cock. It seemed like I would never
stop cumming.
I felt her groan loudly also and she pushed her cunt up
to meet my stroke as a second orgasm cascaded over her.
Our mouths sought each other out and we kissed deeply as
the throes of orgasm washed over us. I felt my body
shudder and then hers did also. I collapsed on top of her
and sighed deeply. I felt her chest heave as she giggled.
I looked up at her face and she had a beautiful smile on
her lips.
Her name was Gretchen. I didn't find it out until the
next day when I heard the older man call out for her. He
turned out to be her father and under that gruff
exterior, he was a very pleasant individual with a heart
as big as he was. His wife, her mother, had passed away
almost ten years earlier and he had given up his factory
job and started this hostel so that he could be there to
raise his daughter. She was fourteen.
Our affair continued during my entire stay and leaving
her was one of the hardest things I've ever done. We got
no sleep the last night I was there. She wanted me to
make love to her the entire night. I tried, but I was
only human. We spent the last few hours talking. I
promised to write and gave her my address.
My yearning for her was strong for months after my
return, but like everything else in life it quickly waned
as I dove into my work and went on with my life. I
thought of her often and she wrote regularly. She told me
of her schoolwork and of her father and the Pension. She
wrote about other Americans that visited and the places
they came from. I didn't know any of them.
She talked of Frank and Trudi, who I had introduced her
to. They had become close friends and had given her an
after school position at their business. I wrote back
often, but had little to say other than to comment on
what she had said in her letters. She sent me pictures of
her and I watched her mature from afar. She was letting
her hair grow and she was more beautiful than ever.
She never talked of boys or men and never answered when I
asked if there was someone special in her life. I even
called her at Christmas time and felt my heart quiver as
I listened to her accented English pour through the
earpiece. She kept asking me to return and I kept saying
that I would, but the days turned into months and then
into years.
I had a five by seven picture of her on my desk. It was a
simple pose. She leaned forward on her crossed arms and
smiled directly at the camera. It was dazzling in its
simplicity and never failed to garner comments from
everyone who saw it. My secretary would constantly stop
to look at it.
She told me that Gretchen was the most beautiful woman
she had ever seen. I never told anyone that she was only
sixteen in the photograph. Everyone thought she was
older. I would often sit and stare at it and chastise
myself for not going back to visit. It's what I was doing
about three years after my trip when my secretary buzzed
me from her desk.
"Bob?"
"What is it, Emily?" I asked. I knew I didn't have any
appointments that afternoon and was contemplating leaving
early.
"There's a Miss Ericson here to see you and she's
accompanied by a young man."
Emily's voice sounded very strange and I got up from
behind my desk. I was trying to think of where I'd heard
the name Ericson before and I suddenly realized that it
was Gretchen's last name. I stopped short of my office
door and stared at it while I tried to clear my head. It
couldn't be could it? I asked myself. I suddenly went
into motion and pulled my door open and quickly walked
down the short hallway to the reception area.
We had a huge half circular desk in reception and it was
the first thing people saw as they came through the
double glass doors. Our company logo was mounted in
three-foot brass letters across the front of the
reception desk. I stopped at the corner of the desk and
looked around the reception area. There were a couple of
business types waiting to see some of the junior brokers,
but that was all. I looked at the receptionist and
frowned.
She raised a hand that held a pencil and made a stabbing
motion towards the front of the desk. I walked around it
and found myself looking at the very shapely posterior of
a blonde woman who was squatting down and talking to a
very young boy. The boy looked over the woman's shoulder
and grinned at me. I grinned in return.
That face looked familiar and it only took me a moment to
realize that I saw its older version every morning in the
bathroom mirror. I put out a hand and steadied myself on
the reception desk. The squatting woman looked back over
her shoulder and I found myself looking into those
incredible eyes once again. She rose slowly and studied
my face as I in turn studied hers.
I saw her swallow as she tried to speak and finally she
managed to say, "Hello, Robert."
I felt my eyes moisten and my heart swelled in my chest.
I never realized how much I'd missed her. I smiled and
she rushed into my arms. We hugged each other tightly and
then we kissed passionately.
"Mama!" A tiny voice said and it brought us back to the
here and now.
I looked down and saw the little tyke trying to insinuate
himself between us.
"Oh, Bobby," Gretchen said in exasperation and bent down
to pick him up.
"Bobby?" I silently voiced and she nodded to me. There
was no mistaking the intent of the nod. I was looking at
my son.
I looked around and noticed everyone was staring at us.
The receptionist's eyes were practically bulging out of
her head. I turned and found Emily standing a couple of
feet behind us. She also had a look of surprise on her
face. Further along the hallway, I saw my uncle standing
in the doorway to his office. I took the boy from her
arms and he came willingly. He studied my face as though
he was trying to figure something out.
I took Gretchen's arm and led her back to my office. My
uncle watched us walk towards him and I saw him study
Gretchen from head to toe. She was wearing a simple blue
a-line skirt and creamy blouse with a matching blue
bolero jacket. Her hair had grown to her shoulders and
framed that gorgeous face of hers. She was even more
beautiful than I remembered. My uncle stood with mouth
agape as we walked passed and headed to my office.
"Put your tongue away, Leo," I told him and he grinned
and went back into his office.
My phone was buzzing as I entered my office and I saw the
light indicating it was my uncle's private line. I
pointed to a chair and handed Bobby back to Gretchen as I
went to pick up the phone.
"Yes?" I said into the mouthpiece.
"Holy Mother of God!" My uncle's voice shouted from the
earpiece. "I knew she was gorgeous, but that was a
walking fucking heart attack. Jesus H. Christ! What's she
doing here and by God don't tell me that that boy is who
I think he is."
"Okay then, I won't. Good by." I replied and went to hang
up when I heard a tiny voice shouting "wait, wait."
I brought the phone up to my ear again and said, "I
really have to go Leo. I've got company."
"I know, I know!" He said in exasperation. "When were you
going to tell me about this?"
"I didn't know, Leo. It's as much a shock to me as it is
to you," I told him and my eyes were fixed on Gretchen's
face, which was blushing brightly. Bobby sat on her knee
and watched me talking into the phone. I winked at him
and he giggled and looked up at his mother to make sure
it was okay to react that way. She smile back at him and
he turned his attention back to me.
I hung the phone up and stared at my two guests. A gamut
of emotions ran through me; from sorrow to anger.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked her gently, trying not
to sound as though I was angry with her.
"I didn't want you to feel obligated," she said in her
stilted English.
"Obligated!" I said and realized my voice had risen. I
saw the boy flinch and put a smile on my face so as not
to scare him.
"How could I not be," I said as I slid off my chair and
knelt before her and the boy. I ran a hand through his
fine brown hair and I felt the tears fall from my eyes. I
swallowed my passion and whispered hoarsely, "He's my
son."
I looked up and saw her crying quietly.
"I didn't know if you wanted him?" She said.
I took him from her again and hugged his small body to
mine. I couldn't imagine what she must have had to put up
with. A fourteen-year-old girl - pregnant. She was only
seventeen now. I looked over the boy's shoulder and
studied her. She had her hands clasped between her knees
and watched me holding our son. She was half smiling and
half crying.
I realized then that I was in love with her. For three
years, I'd thought of her whenever I'd gone out with
someone else. No one could live up to her. Her classic
beauty and her passion. She plagued all of my
relationships. I realized how I looked forward to
receiving her letters and how I kept thinking of going
back to see her again and now she was here. Sitting right
here in my office, in Boston, thousands of miles from
Amsterdam.
I saw her look past me and then saw the tears come
flooding out of her eyes. I looked back and saw that she
was looking at her picture which sat in the middle of my
desk. I scooted forward and put my free arm around her.
"God, I've missed you," I whispered.
She pushed me back and studied my eyes.
"Have you really?" She asked, not believing that it was
so.
"Yes!" I said and kissed her once again. "I love you," I
whispered into her mouth.
I felt her stiffen and her arms came up and around my
neck. She pulled me into her chest and held me tightly. I
knelt in that awkward position and looked into my son's
face.
"Mama's crying," he stated simply to me.
"Yes, she is," I said back, amazed that he spoke English.
"Why?" He asked me in childish curiosity.
"Because mama's happy," Gretchen told him and smiled
through her tears.
We stayed in my office for a while longer and held each
other until the boy became antsy. He said he was hungry
and I asked him what he wanted.
"Hamburger!" He said as though he had been waiting to say
that for a long time.
"Hamburger?" I replied, teasing him. "Well, you've come
to the right place. That's all we eat in America."
Bobby giggled and Gretchen frowned at me.
"That's not true, Bobby," she told him and scowled at me.
I stuck out my tongue at her and Bobby giggled some more.
I led them out of the office and told Emily that we were
going out for 'hamburgers' and I didn't know when I'd be
back. I poked my head into my uncle's office and
interrupted a meeting with an old client. Henry
Brouillard greeted me and I saw his eyes light up as he
looked past me and saw Gretchen standing there.
"My word," the old tycoon said as he rose to his feet.
"And who is this amazing creature, Robert?"
"This is Gretchen, Mister Brouillard" I said moving aside
so that she could be presented to him. The old man took
her hand and kissed the back of it. He looked at Bobby
and shook his little hand.
"And who might this be?" He asked Gretchen, but I
answered for her.
"This is my son Bobby," I said and the old man gave me a
surprised look.
"I didn't know you had children, Robert?" The old man
said.
"Well, I've been keeping her locked away, Mister
Brouillard. I didn't want the world to see her."
He smiled at me and he looked her up and down once again.
He looked back and nodded his understanding.
"Leo," I told my uncle, "I'm going to take a couple of
days off. I've only got that Snelling contract going, but
it's all done except for the SEC notification. Can you
take care of that?"
"Why you bastard," Old man Brouillard said as he slapped
his knee. "I was wondering who pulled the rug out from
under me. I'm gonna have to keep my eyes on you young
man."
I smiled at the old man and my uncle made his 'harumph'
noise before answering.
"Fine, fine, I'll take care of it," he said and waved a
hand shooing us out.
"By the way," he added as I was about to close the door.
"I expect to see you and the uh.. family at the house
this weekend. And, I expect you should prepare them to
meet Violet."
I closed the door and shuddered. My aunt was the busiest
of busy bodies. Once she got a hold of Gretchen there
would be a million questions asked and a lot of fawning
would be done. She had come up from the streets of
Boston, just like my family had and she put on no airs.
She was the kindest of women, but you could only take her
in installments.
I led my brood to the elevators and we went down to the
lobby. Gretchen had left her bags with the security desk
downstairs and I made arrangements to have them sent to
my town house. I called upstairs and told Emily to call
my housekeeper and tell her to expect the bags and that
we were having guests, but not to worry about fixing up
the guest room. Emily's voice dripped with suggestion as
she said she would take care of it.
We decided on walking and I was leading them to Faneuil
Hall when Bobby spotted a McDonalds and went crazy. We
rushed him over there and he stood inside and looked
around in awe. We ordered him a kid's meal and we both
settled on just a soft drink. We held hands and watched
as Bobby tried to get some of the sandwich into his
mouth. His face was smeared with secret sauce and he was
happy as a clam.
"How did you manage?" I asked her.
She shrugged as though it hadn't been a big deal.
"We have a lot of experience dealing with such things in
my country. There are kindergartens at my gymnasium," she
told me.
Gymnasium is what many European countries called their
High Schools. I was glad to hear she had continued her
education. I had been thinking of her staying at home.
"Frank and Trudi were very kind. It took a lot to
convince them not to tell you," she said and I could tell
how hard convincing them had been. Still, I was going to
write them a nasty letter.
"And, your father? How did he take it?" I asked and
watched her tear up.
"Father loved Bobby," she said and I couldn't help but
notice she had used the past tense.
"I told him I wanted the child and he accepted it without
any argument. He treated Bobby like his own son," she
continued and I watched the tears slowly roll down her
cheeks.
"What happened?" I asked her.
"He passed away several months ago. He had cancer when
you met him and we both knew that it would take him some
day. He went very quickly," She said through her tears.
"How did you live after he passed? You were all alone
with Bobby."
I knew that she had no other relatives and I wondered how
a seventeen year old could survive on her own with a
young child to care for.
"Father left us some money and I'd been working for Frank
and Trudi. It was they who convinced me to come and find
you. They said you should know about Bobby and that you
were the type of man who would help us."
"I wish you had come so much sooner," I told her and she
smiled through her tears.
We used about a dozen towels and I took the little urchin
into the men's room so that I could get most of the food
residue out of his nose, ears, hair, and from inside his
shirt. We left the restaurant and headed for the park. We
sat and enjoyed each other's company as Bobby waddled
after swans and quick-footed squirrels. It was as though
we had never been apart.
I studied her face and saw how some of the girlishness
had turned into womanhood. Her nose was not quite as
fleshy and her cheeks were a little more pronounced.
Those crystal blue eyes kept swallowing me up. We
gathered up the young one as he sat next to us and fell
into a slumber. It had been a long day for the little
guy. They had been traveling for an entire day.
I flagged down a cab and had him drive us to my Beacon
Hill brownstone. We got out before the building and
Gretchen looked up at the three-story building and asked
which floor I was on. Her head whipped about and she
thought I was joking when I said, "all of them."
We went in and were greeted by Mrs. Reily. She cooed over
Bobby and asserted as to how Gretchen took her breath
away. There was a slight awkward moment when she
commented on how the young fellow looked just like me and
then the light came on behind her eyes and she just
nodded her understanding. We lay Bobby on the sofa in the
living room and I gave Gretchen a tour of the house.
The bottom floor was kitchen, den, living room, study,
dining room, breakfast nook, and a large pantry. Mrs.
Reily showed her the stairs that lead down to her rooms
which occupied the entire basement.
We checked on the little guy and then I took her up the
stairs to the second floor which was half gymnasium and
half family room. A huge entertainment center and home
studio filled half of the family room. I could tell
Gretchen was having trouble accepting all of this.
Finally the top floor was divided into one huge master
suite and two guest rooms. There was a huge bathroom off
the master suite with a large sunken tub and separate
shower. We walked back into the sleeping area and I
suddenly found myself being pushed down onto the bed.
I thought her mouth was going to suck the flesh off of my
face as she hungrily sucked my tongue into her mouth. I
gave in to her for a while and finally pushed her away.
"Slow down!" I told her. "We've got all the time in the
world."
"You don't understand," she told me. "I haven't had a man
in three years."
I was shocked at the revelation. She hadn't slept with
anyone since I'd been there. She fell upon me once again
and continued to ravish me. I let her have her way and
quickly found myself naked. The bedside phone rang and I
broke away to answer it.
"The young master is awake, Robert," Mrs. Reily informed
me. "But, he seems content and I can watch him if you
wish."
"If you'd be so kind, Mrs. Reily. We'll be down soon.
Just call if he becomes a nuisance."
I turned around and came up short. Gretchen had removed
her clothes and she stood before me in all her glory. Her
breasts were even fuller and her waist just as narrow.
Her hips were slender and her legs were long and trim.
She stood there and let me study her. I could tell she
wanted me to be proud of her.
"Mother of God," I whispered again and remembered it was
the same thing I'd said when I'd first seen her naked
three years earlier.
A smile played across her lips and she raised a hand and
crooked a finger at me. I moved forward and she lead me
to the bed and then she took me to heaven. Nothing had
changed. She was still as tight and hot as I remembered.
She surged against me with a craving that was almost
scary. She came quickly and then came again as I gently
made love to her. She came a third time as I poured my
essence into her. She laid back then and stretched
languorously like a cat basking in the sun.
I put on some pants and a shirt and rode the service
elevator to the first floor. I relieved Mrs. Reily of my
son and we rode back up to be with his mother. He jumped
around on the bed and I told her to let him. He was a
happy child and so well behaved. He had a good
vocabulary, but mostly only used the words 'why' and
'what's that'.
We had a casual meal and they went to bed early. I sat in
the overstuffed chair next to the bed and sipped brandy
as I watched them sleep. Gretchen stirred when I came to
bed and she nuzzled my neck as I lay down next to her.
"Oh, Robert," she muttered in her half sleep. "I'm so
glad to be here."
I kissed her on the nose and she smiled and fell back
into a deep sleep. My mind took forever to wind down and
a million things paraded through it. I finally fell
asleep around midnight.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of Gretchen
whispering, "shhhhh!"
"Don't wake your father," she hissed at the little guy
and she led him into the bathroom.
I smiled and snuggled deeper into my pillow as I listened
to the sound of the tub filling. I tried to go back to
sleep, but I was too excited. I got up and padded naked
into the bathroom. I found both of them in the tub and I
slid in with them. Bobby giggle and held his arms out to
me. I took him into my arms and sat him on one knee. I
looked at his mother and saw a question behind her eyes.
I raised my eyebrows in an unspoken question.
"What do we do now, Robert. I could only think of coming
to find you, but now that I have. I don't know what we
are supposed to do."
"Well," I said and tried on the words for size. "How
about if we got married?"
Her eyes blinked and she stared at me. "You want to?"
"Of course," I told her. I couldn't understand why she
found it hard to believe.
"Will it not be difficult?" She asked me.
I thought about it for a moment.
"I know someone I can call. I'll call him later and find
out how we go about it."
She smiled and moved to my side of the tub. She rested
her head on my shoulder. Bobby looked at us and clapped
his little hands together. I spent the rest of the
morning finding out about my son. I also realized that I
had nothing in the house for him to play with. We rode
the elevator up and down several times until he stopped
saying 'again'. We got in Mrs. Reily's way as she tried
to fix us breakfast.
Gretchen finally chased us out and we padded upstairs to
watch Nickelodeon. Gretchen brought our breakfasts up and
sat with us as we watched weird cartoon animals do even
weirder things. She made me change the channel after
seeing a cartoon cat pull snot from his nose. We settled
on Sesame Street and Bobby sat in my lap and moved along
with the music. I was very content. I handed him off to
Gretchen at ten and went down to my den to call my friend
at the state department.
I told him what the situation was and he said he'd call
me back. He called after a half hour and said the only
problem we had was that she was only seventeen. If her
father had been alive he could have given her permission
and everything would have been simple, but now we would
have to involve the Dutch embassy and he said it might
take a while.
I told Gretchen this and it brought a smile to her face.
She went through her bags and came out with a manila
folder. She rifled through it and pulled out a sheaf of
papers and waved them about with a 'ta da!' I took the
papers from her and found that her father had foreseen
the eventuality of our marriage and had had a document
drawn up. I called my friend again and told him what we
had. He was very encouraging and said he would call with
the details.
Two days later we had a license. It took a day at
immigration and a large number of questions were asked.
The official in charge wasn't happy when he did the math
and realized she had been fourteen when Bobby was
conceived but then relinquished when it was found that
the age of consent in the Netherlands was fourteen.
We proved that we had been in touch over the three years
of separation and he marveled at the fifty or so letters
I had brought along. He asked us some personal questions
and then finally stamped the necessary forms. We married
the next day with only a small number of guests present
and we drove to Martha's Vineyard where Uncle Leo had a
summer cottage and we settled into our blissful
honeymoon.
I realized one day, as we walked along the beach, and
bobby ran after the gulls, that I was the happiest man
alive and it had all started with a fourteen-year-old
girl. She never told me why she came to my room that
night and I've never pressed her for an answer. She is an
incredible lover and fills my nights with wanton passion.
I only hope that I'll always be enough for her.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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