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Scott's Women – 2
by Aquarius (no address provided)

***

A young girl where Scott works is in a bind, she 
cannot afford her apartment since her roommate was 
transferred out of state. She needs someplace to move 
to for a while. For some reason Scott became the 
likely candidate to help her out. (MF, 1st, rom, work)

***

PART 2: Jessica

I

I probably should have suggested to Jessica Schaffer, 
go cry on Jackie's shoulder in HR rather than my 
shoulder. Seems she'd been working up the courage to 
ask me for advice about a bad situation for several 
days. I never knew why at the time but I was at 
Luthron Avionics main facility one day, usually 
Tuesday. Considering I work from home, Tuesday is the 
day I have to visit the facility to assure it's still 
there: Jerry my boss is still in good health and say 
"hi" to a few friends, most notably the Oreo sisters 
in finance – two brunettes and a blonde – gorgeous 
girls and damned smart: just don't get on their bad 
side, they have a way of making life hell around there 
for you. 

I've seen first-hand what can happen to somebody who 
breaks a program's budget. All hell breaks loose; they 
do their bosses heavy work. Usually ends in a 
termination.

However, you could say I am one of the lucky ones 
there; I can work from home, or, telecommute. I can 
sit in my study early in the morning and watch my 
neighbors killing themselves going to work; at that 
hour, I am already at work.

My involvement Jessica started out on a Tuesday which 
was the traditional day for the department meeting and 
update on customer requirements on the project. We'd 
also suffered through another of Teresa's (one of the 
three Oreo sisters) brow beatings over budget costs. 
Seems "somebody" put us in a negative budget position. 
Like I said, the girls were very smart and no body's 
fools either. When the meeting was over and I talked 
to a couple of the people from the group I noticed 
Jessica standing by the conference room door.

I didn't give it much thought as I started to leave 
when Jessica said: "Um, Scott, can I talk to you for a 
while?"

She had "worry" written all over her and she appeared 
distracted during the meeting. My first thought was 
she was having trouble with the project and program 
development.

"Sure."

I was also the department's troubleshooter, general-
man-Friday, overall problem solver. Yeah, I also had a 
reputation around Luthron as being the "father 
figure". Go figure.

I checked my watch to see it was close to lunch. I 
said: "Let's go to lunch – the cafeteria?"

Jessica shook her head. "Can we go someplace else? 
Private?" She had a beautiful frown on her face. 

Lunch? Private? This end of town? No such place unless 
it's the McDonald's drive-thru and you eat and talk in 
the car.

"How about Italian over on Briargate?" I suggested. A 
bit of a drive but well worth the time to get there.

She nodded her head, clutching a couple notebooks. 
"Thank you."

She took the notebooks back to her cube then joined me 
at the stairs to the first floor.

I led her out and out to my monster Jimmy 4x4 
Suburban. Jessica was silent as we walked across the 
parking lot to the truck. We got to the truck, she 
looked at it apprehensively. I opened the door for 
her, she shrugged and tossed her purse in and I helped 
her in. She was wearing a beige skirt and white blouse 
with a matching light jacket and decent heels.

As she climbed up in to the truck I got a glimpse of 
nice legs, the skirt sliding up to mid-thigh a bit of 
the top of stockings. 

Damned, that looked good. It had been a while since I 
was treated to such things from a girl. Fortunately 
Lisa and Jackie was a thing of the past for me. I know 
she blushed as she got in and settled herself tugging 
the skirt down a bit. 

Jessica in short is about – I'd say five-six, maybe 
seven; weight I'm at a loss – but a damned fine figure 
– slender in all the right places; nice full firm 
breasts filled out the blouse; soft shoulder length 
brown hair; to complement her hazel eyes; a peaches 
and cream complexion. In other words – all girl and 
nice looking.

A short time later we arrived at the shopping center. 
We were silent during the drive, Jessica thinking how 
she would ask the question of me, or tell me what was 
bothering her. The shopping center contains a 
restaurant along with a couple coffee shops, an old 
fashion bakery which at least half of Luthron Avionics 
had preferred customer status. I led Jessica in to the 
restaurant, the young hostess seated us, got us 
drinks: ice teas, took our order all in one motion.

Finally, curiosity had the best of me and I asked: 
"What happened, Jess?"

She was not feeling at all the chipper up beat young 
girl I'd come to know over the past year. She was 
sitting with hands in lap, staring at the table.

Jessica lifted her eyes to meet mine, shoring up her 
resolve she said: "My roommate was transferred to 
Washington State last month and it's been hard without 
her."

For a moment I was thinking along a totally different 
line: A guy, a lover, a significant other. Her. Now I 
was on a totally different line of thought.

Her roommate was from another department and I was 
aware she was gone but not where.

Understanding her comment I replied as casually as 
possible. "And expenses have caught up and you have to 
shoulder the whole load."

Jess nodded her head and took a sip of her tea. "I 
have car payments, the rent on the apartment, car 
insurance – and hardly anything left for food or other 
expenses."

If I didn't know Jessica as well as I thought I did, 
I'd think she was putting me on. I know she was making 
pretty good money – they all were. My first thought: 
Where did she live? That had a lot to do with 
apartment rent. What was she driving? I know a couple 
of those girls, especially the Oreo sisters drove 
BMW's, and one of them a Lexus. And who did she have 
for insurance on the car and what was she paying? I 
could have gone on from there thinking of things that 
were eating up her money with no trouble.

"And you're looking for another room mate?"

She nodded her head again: "Yes." 

"And no luck." 

The expression of worry told me the rest of the story. 
I added as tactfully as possible: "The long and short 
of it is, Jess, you'll have to find someone or move to 
a cheaper place."

"I–I've been checking and..."

"No luck..." I finished for her just as the waitress 
arrived with the meals and more ice tea which I'd been 
sucking down at a steady rate.

She picked at her ravioli and I glommed down the 
lasagna. 

"Any friends, family, somebody you know from work?" I 
already knew that answer. I also know a few couples, 
not married, living together – or cohabitating if you 
will. 

"No family. Most around there either are living with 
someone or – married."

She dropped her eyes back to her plate again still 
picking at the ravioli.

I pursued the thought a moment, my mind doing 
somersaults over this situation. It didn't need an 
engineer in software development to figure this one 
out. I drew in a deep breath and took the plunge into 
cold water: "Mind if I ask a really general question 
here; maybe personal?"

Jess nodded her head lifting her eyes to meet mine 
across the table. 
 
"You're not too picky on roommates are you?"

She met my steady gaze with astonishment. I knew by 
tomorrow I'd kick myself for even thinking of it but I 
had to ask. I had a three bed room house, the basement 
was never finished by the previous owner, nor me – 
still a half-finished shambles; when I bought the 
place I didn't care, I classified it as an on-going 
project. In the meantime I was using one room as my 
home-office; the other had become more of a junk room, 
somewhere to toss extra stuff out of the way.

The look of surprise that I would even venture such an 
idea was scandalous to say the least.

"I–I... never did anything like that. I mean, I never 
– well, my parents were kinda strict on that idea."

I knew what she wanted to say: Living with a guy was 
out of the question. I learned much – much later her 
parents were out of the same generation I was, free 
love and sex and all that, but they still believed the 
old fashion way – to say the least a boy and girl 
shacking up together was A-list taboo.

"Just a thought," I finished my lasagna with a swipe 
of the fork through the tomato sauce.

Jessica finished the ravioli setting her fork down she 
looked up at me then asked in a timid voice: "Why, 
what did you have in mind?"

"Well if your parents say no to – um, living with a 
guy..." I hit a raw nerve.

"I am twenty-five next week," she answered back with a 
touch of brittle coldness to her words.

Oooo – ouch! Rather I said to sooth her ruffled 
feathers:

"Birthday girl." I smiled at her. Also, several 
departments around Luthron were famous for their 
birthday bashes at first break; I know I had to suffer 
my own a couple times.

Jessica blushed a pretty shade of rose. "Sorry. Thank 
you. What are you thinking?"

I sat back, took a last drink of the tea and 
cautiously – at least I hoped it was cautious said:

"For the interim I have a spare room..." I let the 
rest of my comment hang between us.

Jessica allowed an upturn of her heart shaped lips at 
my offer. "Thank you. You mean – move in with you?"

Maybe it was not the best way to say it, but I was 
trying to be polite about the offer. "Well – yes."

Jessica was in a bind and knew there was no way around 
the problem. She spent a couple minutes deep in 
thought. She drew in a deep breath, then said in a 
soft voice: "May – I see it first?"

"Sure. But when is your lease up?"

"The end of the month."

Next week!? Not a whole lot of time. Come to think of 
it, almost no time. I wrote down all the information 
she'd need to find me. 

In a sense, Friday didn't come fast enough for her. In 
the meantime she'd been packing her personal things 
for the move. That afternoon I was in the garage 
working on the "White Monster" my truck when Jessica 
pulled up in front of the house – some Japanese car I 
didn't immediately recognize the model: They all look 
the same to me – foreign. Looking at the time: she 
either got off early, drove like hell getting here 
(where were the cops, deputies, highway patrol, the 
MP's?). She was still in her work attire – Jessica, 
like some of the girls around there could be stunning 
dressers. I was not at work, I wanted to whistle at 
her she looked that good. 
 
Jessica saw me and walked up the drive to the open 
garage door.

"Hello, Scott. I came to see the room."

We exchanged smiles. I definitely liked what I saw.

"This way."

My life as a bachelor was about to get turned upside 
down and inside out. That's how much of an influence 
she was to have on my life.

I led her into the house passed the car which I seldom 
drove. I showed her the room which in a burst of 
energy I cleaned out and made habitable for a girl. I 
guess it was the best of the worse; she took it with 
no qualms. After that little show and tell we sat in 
the study to draw up "rules-of-the-road" for living 
together. Also, I knew I had a couple nosey neighbors 
who could write a decent gossip column for the local 
supermarket shopping-bag-stuffer-crowd.

Jessica was getting the room for less than half what 
it would have cost her for even the sleaziest place in 
town; more it was to help with grocery shopping. It 
was late by the time she left to go back to her 
apartment to finish packing for the move. Saturday 
morning I showed up early with the truck and a stack 
of boxes I'd had in the basement. 

As we carried everything down to the truck and her 
car, she handed me several items that should have been 
a flag raiser. The last item was a pet carry cage. I 
looked at it dumbfounded and asked: "What's this?"

"Marvin."

"Marvin? What's a Marvin?"

At that moment I had my question answered by a low 
yowl that'd set anybody's nerves on end. 

"My cat."

Dumb question.

"Oh. Hi, Marvin." 

Another meow from Marvin the cat.

It was late afternoon when we finally had her moved. 
Next Saturday she would terminate the lease and that 
would be that for a while. I wondered how all this 
would work out. Most of what I had to go on the day 
before was thanks to the internet, other people's 
experience, and a few grains of logic.

What she didn't have immediate room for we stored in 
the basement. Meanwhile old Marvin was checking out 
his new digs. Good thing I am a real sucker for pets. 
He had his scratching posts, boxes to hide in, litter 
box and food, whatever the old boy wanted. In other 
words: happy cat.

It was supper time when I ordered out for Chinese 
takeout. The delivery guy was there in a flash. I 
swear he was cooking the rice in the car on the way 
over. Jessica and I spent the evening deep in 
conversation getting to know each other. This would be 
a trial arrangement giving her some room to find her 
own place; little did I know what it nearly turned in 
to.


II

Within the first week, Jessica found out a few things 
about me: I am a habitual early riser: 3 am regardless 
if it is a weekend. The other, I like my coffee 
strong. The standing joke with me in our department 
especially is: the viscosity of burnt thirty weight 
engine oil drained from the engine of an M60A3 tank 
after a 110 mile road march. The other, I can't stand 
door-to-door sales people much less Bible thumpers. 
Anyway, the first week we were both on our best 
behavior until we both agreed to be ourselves. Me, a 
typical bachelor; Jessica was a lady – a bachelorette. 
I was beginning to love her.

Sunday afternoon she opened the refrigerator looking 
for lunch and swore she heard an echo.

"Um, Scott. I know I'm new here – um, but when was the 
last time you were grocery shopping?"

I walked out of the den to the kitchen to see what she 
was talking about. The refrigerator looked like the 
Grand Canyon. "Oh, yeah. Um, well..."

We went shopping at the local Super Wal-Mart; me 
pushing the shopping cart, she doing the shopping.

That Friday of the next week when Jessica arrived 
"home" it became a standard with her when she stepped 
through the front door: "Scott, I'm home!" or me, a 
few times she beat me home, her car would be in the 
driveway: "Jess, I'm home!" Anyway, I was fixing us 
supper. She knew this was her lucky break – a guy who 
knew how to cook: her gain. 

I could see the twinkle in her hazel eyes a nice 
thought there. Old Marvin the cat was sitting on the 
counter watching me. She rubbed his fur as he purred 
his contentment.

"Just don't tell the rest of the girls at work – I'll 
bet every eligible single – and maybe a few married 
ones – I'll have them breaking down the door to get 
me."

"No problem, secret is with me." She allowed a ghost 
of a smile as she sniffed the air. "Pork chops!"

"And veggies – and salad and whatever you want to 
drink with it."

This time she allowed a genuine smile. "Be back." 

When she came back a few minutes later she was wearing 
a white linen knee length robe over – what I could see 
of it – a green and white chemise and her favorite 
fuzzy slippers. I drew in a breath. I was getting a 
nice hard-on for the first time in a year. 

Until now we'd been proper around each other. Usually 
she'd change in to either sweats, jeans and a T-shirt, 
shorts and T-shirt, but this was a first; which meant 
we were becoming relaxed with each other. 

"Okay? For supper?" she asked holding her arms out to 
show me.

Once again I wanted to whistle. "Nice – I mean fine – 
I – ah, no problem."

She smiled and said: "In other words, you like." She 
sat on the stool at the counter watching Marvin munch 
down on his cat food the old boy happily purring away. 

I reached under the counter where I had the cookbooks 
and recipes stashed: I have no imagination with some 
foods, so I refer to a recipe as a last resort; I 
pulled out a birthday card and a small present for 
her. She threw her hands to her face with a squeal of 
delight. I know she wanted to kiss me as tears 
trickled down her face.

"Thank you, Scott – thank you." She looked at me with 
fondness as she carefully opened the wrapping paper on 
the small box. "Oh...!" The present was a keep-sake 
bracelet. 

We began to set a trend of avoiding topics of work. We 
would talk about nearly anything except politics, 
religion and work. I had television cable installed 
for her room so she could watch television in bed but 
she seemed to prefer the living room. 

Sometimes she would sit with me in the den and talk; 
I'd be at the computer, she would sit at the desk. 
Soon this became a routine, especially weekend 
evenings. 	

However, that first week set a trend for us that would 
last almost our entire relation and affair. Jessica 
was on a flex schedule and every other Friday she was 
off. However, Thursday afternoon of the week after her 
birthday Jess came home not feeling well. "Scott... 
I'm home!" But it wasn't the same cherry "Hi, 
Scott..." of yesterday. She looked in the den at me; 
the look in her eyes was: "Hi, I'm not feeling too 
well..."

However, she said: "Hi, Scott... I'm going to bed."

That was that, or so I thought. I asked: "You feeling 
well, Jess?"

She shook her head. "No. I don't know what hit me 
today?"

I wanted to say: "A two by four maybe?" Rather: "Flu?"

"I don't know..." she stepped in to her room. "I had 
the shots last week."

Old Marvin gave a low meow, jumped down from the desk 
and followed his mistress in to the room. 

I went in to the bathroom to check on what I had on 
hand, which was nothing. I looked around a moment 
realizing that I had a girl living here. She had moved 
her things in to the bathroom which did not bother me 
in the least. I liked it; her personal things said: 
Hi, a girl lives here now. I'd been a bachelor for too 
many years. One more check under the sink I realized I 
did not even have a thermometer on hand. I knew I'd 
have to check her temperature somehow, she did not 
look good. That made me worried.

I knocked on her door and told her I was going to the 
pharmacy to get her some medicine. If she was 
protesting me getting her something I never heard her. 
I got to the pharmacy and walked up and down the aisle 
where medicines and other things were located. Picked 
out what I needed hoped it was the right stuff and 
headed home. I put the tea pot on for hot water for 
green tea and some other medicine I found that'd make 
the next thing to a "witches' brew". This was my own 
concoction from a few years ago.

I knocked on her door. 

"Scott? It's open." I got a rasping answer in reply.

She sounded miserable. I opened the door a crack, 
peered in. The room was dark but I could make out her 
tussled hair sticking out from under the blankets and 
Marvin lying at the foot of the bed.

"Okay?"

I got an "ugh" for an answer. "I got you some medicine 
and a thermometer to check your temperature."

"Oh, Scott, you shouldn't have..." She said in a 
rasping voice as she coughed then I stepped in the 
room. She pulled the blankets up to her chin. Old 
Marvin lay on the bed watching me with feline 
interest. I gave him a pet on his head and rubbed his 
fur he purred as I turned on the bedside lamp to see 
her face was flushed and like I said: miserable.

I had the thermometer in hand, the new digital type, 
showed her: "Open wide and said say ah."
	
I sat on the edge of the bed to watch her a moment.

"Huh?" I stuck the thermometer in her mouth. "Huh? 
Mhph!" 
	
"Just hold that in place while Doctor Scott gets the 
medicine." I tried not to laugh as she looked cross-
eyed at the thermometer sticking out of her mouth. 
Shortly I had the "witches' brew of herbal teas made 
got the other medicines for her and got her 
comfortable.

I set the large coffee cup with the tea and honey 
mixture on the bedside stand then gave her a shot of 
the other medicine. I nearly missed the look of 
adoration in her eyes as I turned to leave. I suppose 
that was the beginning there as I nursed her back to 
health that weekend. 

It was during this time that we became closer; 
endearments slipped in to our conversations. I meant 
what I said, and I know she enjoyed hearing the words.

Another week passed and it was early Saturday morning 
– very early – four o'clock, it was cool, and a full 
silver hued moon shed light over the region. We were 
heading in to the Labor Day weekend with more problems 
at work than I cared to think about. I just wanted to 
find a way to relax and not think... Whatever that 
was. 

As I sat in the moonlight darkness I thought Jess was 
bagged out. Wrong. I took her out the night before – a 
date of sorts which we never had until now, although 
we were living together for nearly a month. Jess, I 
was surprised had not been out on a "girl's night out" 
yet. There were two places in town that catered to 
women only with male strippers. She wasn't into that 
stuff. Okay. Plus it cost money, which she couldn't 
afford.

I was sitting on the garden swing watching the moon 
move across its arch toward the west and the 
mountains, the neighborhood was dead. I must have been 
dozing off when I was awakened by a scrapping sound, 
the screen door was being opened then there a fuzz 
ball jumping on to the swing. A meow and I knew it was 
old Marvin the cat got loose. 

Then I heard: "Scott?"

"Yes."

I watched the silhouette of Jessica cross the lawn 
toward the swing. It was like watching a fairy tale. 
The single night light in the kitchen silhouetted 
Jess's figure as she crossed the lawn toward me with 
sensuous movements. 
 
She sat on the swing beside me moving closer. Most of 
the evening she sat close to me; a couple times we 
traded kisses. The girl was a true kisser, several 
times we became very passionate in our kissing. She 
grasped my hand in hers. The feel of her small 
delicate hand in mine sent a thrill through me; my 
cock was aroused by the feel of her closeness.

Resting her head on my shoulder she said: "It's so 
quiet. No sound, no lights on, nothing to break the 
tranquil night."

I didn't say anything for a moment as I held her close 
savoring her beauty in the early morning.

"You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep. You?"

"Same. Couldn't sleep."

I shifted my gaze to take in the short robe she had on 
opening to her waist showing the dark blue chemise she 
wore. My mind did a rewind to the evening before and 
the black and white print skirt that buttoned down the 
front and black satin pull over top she wore with it. 
However, the skirt was unbuttoned well above her 
knees. When she sat down or got in the car she was 
able to show off a generous amount of leg. Most of the 
evening my mind went round and round wondering what 
color panty and bra she wore with it.

When we finally got home, on impulse I put a CD on the 
first number was from an old Righteous Brothers song: 
Unchained Melody. Jessica stood in the middle of the 
living room tears trickling down her face. I took her 
in my arms and we slow danced around the room. 
Jessica's head resting against my chest softly crying 
she held me tightly as we slow danced to the popular 
tune. I still remember the scent of her hair the 
peaches and cream; the slight scent of a perfume that 
turned me on even more. 

I lifted her chin her face looking up at me, I gently 
kissed away the tears then I kissed her – that was the 
moment our plutonic relationship changed. I savored 
the deep passion filled moment as our tongues danced 
inside each other's mouth, I slid my tongue along the 
roof of her mouth; she pressed herself against me, 
squeezing me harder with her arms. For all intents and 
purposes, we would become lovers. I knew she was 
slightly drunk and I was feeling no pain at this point 
either, and I had to give myself credit – the thought, 
image, the lust and desire was there to take her and 
rape her, to have my way with her to satisfy my 
craving for her young body.

She parted just for a breath and long enough to say 
under her breath: "This is what I wanted, Scott. I–
I... love you. I do!"

My cock was hard and aching with lust for her. I said 
softly: "And I love you too, Jess."

As we moved about the room I slid my hand along her 
sides to her hips pressing myself against her. I know 
she had to have felt my hard-on pressing against her 
waist. After a few more seconds Jess began moving and 
rubbing herself against my hard thick raging cock. She 
lifted her eyes dreamily to me as I leaned down to 
kiss her. This interlude would have ended differently 
but I wanted her to make up her own mind what the next 
step in our relationship would be.

***
	
I went to bed alone – again with a hard on that ached 
as I imagined what I'd like to do to her. 
	
The thoughts of last night briefly faded from my 
memory; I had to tear my eyes away from the luscious 
sight of her legs as she sat beside me on the swing; I 
couldn't help but wonder what color her panty was she 
wore with the chemise. 

Jess pulled her legs up tucking them under her as she 
leaned against me.

She said softly tucking her head against my side: 
"Thank you, Scott." There was a brief pause then she 
said in a soft timid voice looking up at me: "Scott I 
love you."

She waited for me to respond. I shifted a glance 
toward her tightening my hold on her I leaned down to 
kiss her full on the mouth: "I love you too, Jess. 
This is what you wanted isn't it?"

She seemed to reluctantly nod her head looking down 
not wanting to look in to my eyes. "You – you're not 
mad are you?"

"No, why? For what?" 

She seemed deep in thought then said: "I'm sorry but -
- I really had no place to go. I didn't know what else 
to do."

"And it was hard for you to ask me, wasn't it?"

Jess nodded her head again. "I was afraid you'd turn 
me down – be – because we work together. You know... 
ethics and all that. I thought maybe you had..."

I shook my head. "Not a chance. Someone else? No. Us 
living together might be, as you say, wrong but I 
couldn't let you be put out because there was nowhere 
else or any place else to go."

"Thank you, Scott."

I lifted her chin to kiss her. 

Jessica folded herself in to my arms as I casually 
caressed her long tawny hair. Jessica put her arms 
around me to kiss me. The girl moaned with the arousal 
and excitement as I returned the kiss. I kissed her 
neck and face, after a moment I loosened the tie-stay 
of the robe to kiss her breasts; slipping my hand 
inside the chemise I saw in the waning moon light it 
was a dark color with white lace, the nipples hard 
with her arousal tenting the material. I relished the 
feel of my fingers on her silken smooth skin as I 
slipped them inside her thin nylon chemise to feel and 
fondle the full firm swell of her little breasts, the 
little nubs of her nipples hard and erect and 
sensitive to my touch. The young girl whimpered softly 
with the sensuous feelings of my hands touching her 
body. 

"Gentle, Scott... please I – I'm still virgin..."

Jessica closed her eyes as I moved my hands along her 
side feeling the satin smoothness of her young body. I 
continued to kiss her, gently fondling her breasts, 
fingering the tip of the nipple through the bodice of 
the chemise.

I hesitated a moment. The revelation caught me by 
surprise. I was her first.

"Mmmmmmmm, Scott that feels so good – I love you so 
much..."

The girl moaned with the sexual arousal and excitement 
as I kissed her, without realizing it Jessica let her 
legs spread slightly; she softly moaned as my fingers 
caressed the nipple sending waves of mild warmth 
through her. Her face was flushed with her fears of 
her first time. No boy or man that she had been alone 
with had ever done this to her before. 

Jessica slipped on to my lap letting me have my way 
with her now. 

Kissing the girl down her chest and breast caressing 
her neck and chest down to her waist, I was loving her 
with my fingers. I slid a hand along her waist and 
hips then along her slender legs, I slipped a hand 
under the hem of the little chemise. Jessica drew in a 
breath as she glanced down watching me casually slid 
my hand up her legs under the hem of the chemise. She 
drew in a breath, I know this was the way she 
envisioned our love to be; this is what she wanted 
now.

Jessica softly moaned with the sexual pleasure she was 
feeling as I casually caressed her thighs. She saw the 
large lump that had formed in my pants my breathing 
was more labored now as I was kissing her breasts. My 
virile malehood ached for release as I touched the 
firm silken smooth form of her virgin womanhood; her 
little panty was moist with her womanhood juices; she 
didn't know it but she was ready for me. 

The young girl moaned with the feeling of my fingers 
fondling her throbbing woman hood, rubbing the silken 
smooth nylon against the rigid nub of her pulsing 
virgin clit. She began moving her hips, her womanhood 
juices seeping wetting her pussy. The more Jessica 
moved her hips in response to what I was doing to her 
the more she enjoyed the strange feelings it was 
giving her.

"Scott, make love to me now – I am ready for you to – 
take me." 

Then:

"Ooo yes!" she cried her juices wetting my fingers 
with the seeping of her womanhood juices as she was 
near a powerful orgasm. "Scott... be gentle, 
please..."

After a moment Jessica gasped: Ooooh, ahhhg! then 
moaned as her creamy womanhood juices surged, wetting 
her panty. I nearly lost my load of creamy male juices 
as the girl cam; the young girl's male induced virgin 
orgasm came in a sweet flow of her womanhood juices.

After a moment I finally said softly in her ear: "Come 
on, sweet heart, it's time we take this inside."

I scooped her lithe form up in my arms to carry her 
inside, the back door still open, the front door 
closed and locked. Outside the moon still shone its 
silver light in full glory for another couple hours. I 
carried the girl across the room to the sofa.

Gently laying the girl back on the cushions, her long 
fine soft shoulder length brown hair spread out over 
the pillow in a fan about her angelic features, I 
again kissed her face and neck and breasts slowly 
moving down to her waist and hips then her thighs. I 
pushed the chemise up to her hips then moved my hands 
up to the waistband of her nice pretty blue string 
bikini panty, then slipped my fingers under the waist 
band pulling it down her legs and tossing it aside, 
then making her spread her nice fine slender legs.

"Be –be gentle, Scott... don't hurt me now..."

"I won't hurt you my sweet heart... No, baby... not 
for the world..."

The look of mixed awe and fear on Jessica's young face 
as I moved down between her legs kissing her young 
body; first kissing her face then lingering at her 
nice full firm breasts, nibbling and sucking the hard 
little nipples then down to her waist, and hips 
teasing her pulsing young virgin pussy. I flicked my 
tongue over her swollen erect virgin clit: Jessica 
cried out: Ooooh, ahhhg! then moaned with the stream 
of her womanhood juices wetting her as I lapped up her 
tangy sweet juices. I pushed my tongue in to her 
virgin pussy, probing her womanhood I brought her to a 
series of orgasms; I nearly lost my load of creamy 
male juices as the girl cam, the girl's male induced 
virgin orgasm coming in a sweet flow of her girlhood 
juices.

I probed and penetrated her virgin love nest with my 
tongue savoring the taste of her womanhood bringing 
her to another soul wrenching orgasm, her fingers 
grasping at my head as I licked and sucked and kissed 
her cherry pussy. 

"Oh, Scott – Scott... I'm yours... please take me, use 
me..."

She moved her body around pulling my head in to her 
pussy my tongue probing her virginity as far as it 
could penetrate her, sucking the juices of her 
womanhood with a thirst I'd haven't experienced until 
that moment.

My mind kept going back and forth to those days of 
illicit love making, fucking my girl cousin thinking 
about what it was like taking her virginity, what it 
could have been like to take Jessica at the tender 
young age of fourteen; now, here I was without 
inhabitation or remorse about to take Jessica's 
virginity; the pleasure and satisfaction was to be all 
mine.

"Ssssss , Jessica, Ssssh, baby relax... yes, you're 
mine – and forever... relax and enjoy this..."

I boosted myself up to loosen my pants freeing my hard 
thick virile malehood excited me even more. Then 
Jessica started to cry with the fear knowing that she 
was about to finally be taken by a man; it was her 
first time. Jessica stared at my hard thick malehood 
erection jutting out from between my legs as I moved 
it toward her throbbing virgin womanhood. 

I shifted my hips the thick knob of my cock head was 
pressed against the girl's throbbing wet pussy; she 
gasped as I pressed myself against her. I shifted my 
hips again forcing my malehood in to her penetrating 
her nice small pussy: "God, she's so fine – geezuz 
she's so nice and tight...!"

I nearly came as Jessica cried out with the first 
penetration of her nice small tight virgin pussy as I 
forcibly took her, time had no meaning as I penetrated 
her for the first time before I was able to force my 
throbbing male hood deeper in to her virgin womanhood. 
Jessica cried as my hard thick cock filled her. She 
cried as she thrust her hips at me as I drove my lust 
for her virginity thrusting my hard thick virile cock 
in to her. 

I touched that sweet tender membrane that kept her 
virgin until now. She gasped as I know she had to feel 
a man's cock against it for the first time. I pumped 
in and out of Jessica's nice tight pussy for a moment 
getting her use to a male's cock inside her then with 
a hard forceful thrust popped that sweet little virgin 
cherry: She cried with the searing loss of her 
virginity.

"Mmmmm, yesss, my little Miss Nice and Tight...!" then 
the feel of taking Jessica's virgin maidenhood being 
torn, her cries of pain as she was taken and then her 
moans of pleasure as the pain of her first time 
subsiding as I slowly with easy strokes fucked her 
virgin pussy.

Jessica thrust her hips in rapid succession matching 
me thrust for thrust until she came again in a rush of 
her girlhood juices. I felt myself aching, my cock 
ached inside her, I was ready to cum, I needed to cum, 
I could not hold back another minute if I wanted to. I 
went stiff for the moment then with searing pain and 
relief I lost my load of thick male cream in to the 
young girl's pussy; Jessica cried out as my thick male 
cum filled her with rope after rope of cum. 

 Jessica collapsed as I lay a top her body my cock 
still in her. For the short minute I lay on her we 
recovered from our exertions. Jessica looked up at me 
through her tears of pain and relief and the loss of 
her virginity. She finally smiled and drew me back to 
her mouth; we kissed long and hard our tongues 
intertwined then caressing and dancing inside our 
mouths. 

"No regrets?"

"I'm yours Scott," she said weakly as we broke the 
kiss. "No one else."


III

Another month passed. After that fateful night Jessica 
moved in to my room, now our room with old Marvin the 
cat sleeping at the foot of the bed after we would 
make passionate love. It seemed some nights there was 
no sating the girl's appetite for sex. 

We'd been living together like this for the past month 
pretty much on our best behavior; it was like a 
honeymoon of sorts Jessica coming and going as she 
pleased. Yet, every other weekend was shopping and I 
suppose we did not look any different from any other 
couple in the stores as we pushed the shopping cart 
along, one of us reading labels on bottles and 
packages – no one could accuse me of being a health 
nut – least of all Jessica. She'd frown her womanly 
disapproval if I selected something not on her 
healthy-diet list. 
	 
"Um, right dear. And this?"

Jessica would nod her head in approval. We weren't 
married but close to it.

At work we used the usual formalities and kept our 
discussions on business. Sometimes as a treat I took 
her out to lunch. 

On Tuesdays I had to make the section meetings, and 
for proprietary sake we'd sit opposite each other at 
the table. Jerry our boss occupying the head of the 
table, Tina Miller the team lead operating the Power 
Point slides on the computer; the images showing on 
the screen at the other end of the room; we were good 
for at least two hours stuffed into this shoe box of a 
room. Soda cans, water bottles, and coffee cups 
littered the conference table. Sometimes I felt sorry 
for our cleaning crew when we finished in there.
	
This particular meeting finally ended, with all the 
relief of a root canal then Jerry dropped the bomb 
shell of the week on us:

"Scott, Jessica, Brad, Barb and Bonnie – Mike isn't 
here today -- obviously; the corporation is sending 
you all on an all-expense paid trip to Severen, 
Illinois to work out there for about a week. In other 
words to do what they can't seem to do right -- I hope 
it's a week. If not, if it's longer, somebody out 
there is in deep trouble. That end of the project 
Phase One was supposed to be wrapped last week!"

In short that was our marching orders: Pick up the 
rest of the information from Judy in HR tomorrow. We'd 
be heading out Monday the following week.

I glanced across the table at the others. Bonnie and 
Brad suddenly had smiles that'd blind a blind man. 
Brad grasped Bonnie's hand under the table. I don't 
know whether Jerry caught any of this or not, either 
that or he was just blind to the whole thing.
	
To say the least, Jess was thrilled. She was nearly 
bursting with happiness we'd be together out in 
Illinois next week. And still make passionate love at 
night – she hoped.	

However, I could not help but wonder who the genius 
was who put our group together. From my understanding, 
besides Jess and me and our relationship, Brad and 
Bonnie were lovers too, the smiles were indication 
enough.

As we left the conference room and headed for the 
lobby stairs Jess asked me in a quiet tone: 
"Something's bothering you?"

"You know the others are lovers and living together 
too, don't you?"

Jess was mildly surprised by this. "No."

"Best kept secret in the company. You know what's 
going to be happening that week, don't you?" The look 
on Jess' face was again mild surprise. Her surprise 
changed to a smile and coy wink. We reached the foot 
of the stairs. I could smell lunch from the cafeteria 
and had to admit I was hungry. Coffee and donuts are 
okay but not as a steady diet. "Want lunch here or 
Borrello Brothers?"

"Borrello Brothers."

We waited until we were out in the parking lot and in 
the car to kiss.

Monday finally arrived one of the drivers from 
facilities drove us out to the airport, deposited us, 
bag and baggage at the terminal departure gate and 
took off. Most of the equipment, laptops and other 
things were shipped out via good old FedEx a couple 
days ahead that as soon it arrived and was signed for, 
our boss Jerry would get a phone call – e-mail it was 
there. 

Before we left I got the neighbor girl who did the 
yard work for me, to also look after old Marvin while 
we were gone that week. 

We arrived on site with no problems. The company van 
picked us up at the airport and first took us to the 
motel to check in. Deposit our luggage and head on 
over to the facility to start playing crisis 
management.

The first hour or so was spent in a conference room 
going over the problems plaguing their end of the 
project. By the time we got out of there and back to 
the motel we, Jess and I were too mentally exhausted 
to do anything except get something to eat and go to 
bed prepared to do the whole routine over again the 
next day.

Quite coincidentally Jess's room was attached to mine 
by an inside door. We figured that out when we got 
back to the rooms. I started to undress. All I wanted 
to do was go to bed and forget about the mess we'd 
been sent here to cleanup. Dark humor: The Corporate 
cleanup crew. We amounted to little more than a crisis 
management team; use a band aid approach if we had to 
to get the job done. I started to take my pants off 
when I heard a soft knock on a door. My mind was still 
in a fog as she knocked a second time and then I 
realized where it was coming from.

I opened the door and there was Jess in her – my 
favorite black and white satin chemise.

"Ta-da," she said holding her hands out showing off 
the chemise, her nipples hard as pebbles tenting the 
fabric of the chemise. Her young sylvan body nicely 
outlined by the material.

I held my hand out to her leading her across the room 
to the bed. She lay on the bed watching me slip my 
pants off and lay down beside her we lay on top of the 
covers for a moment. I kissed her and said: "Tired?"

She nodded her head. "I suppose it's a mess."
	
"To say the least, yes. I'm surprised the customer 
hasn't pulled the contract." 

Jess moved in to my arms resting her head on my 
shoulder. That's as far as we got that first night. 
She fell asleep in my arms like a child. A short time 
later I was gone to the world.

Wednesday night I was feeling better and so was Jess. 
Once we were settled in I made love to Jess. She 
wanted to make love in a motel, to her that was the 
height of an erotic experience; someplace other than 
home in a familiar bed. I was tired but being able to 
make love to this little minx here was erotic in 
itself and I was not about to pass up the chance even 
though I was in love with her and had her to myself.

Jess entered the darkened room in a filmy black with 
blue lace trim baby doll with a thong panty. Standing 
in the open door back lighted by the light from the 
other room Jessica was a vision of beauty, the light 
silhouetting her lithe young body through the black 
nylon with blue lace trimming; her nice small pert 
breasts full and firm, the dusky dark areoles showing 
off her nice erect pink nipples tenting the bodice of 
the gown, the shadow of the tiny thong panty and the 
faint shadow of the triangle of dark brown thatch of 
hair between her legs; her long silken brown hair 
cascading down her back nearly to her waist.

She crossed the room to the bed in slow sensuous 
strides. My breath was taken away by this sight of 
divine beauty.

Needless to say I had a hard-on in less than two 
seconds that was suddenly aching like hell and I 
wanted this little beauty in the worse way. 

"Like it?" she asked then slowly twirled 360 to show 
me the gown and herself. "Do I please you?"

I barely chocked out: "Yes. God you are so beautiful, 
Jess..."

Crossing the room in slow strides Jessica paused 
beside the bed where I was sitting watching her as she 
stood beside the bed gazing down at me. Lifting the 
gown she knelt beside me; we threw our arms about each 
other kissing, I began with slow motions of my hands 
to feel her up, my one hand cupping a breast the other 
grasping her back; after a moment we tumbled across 
the mattress. 

She began kissing me about the face and then the neck 
leaving a decent hicky on my neck then my chest. I 
kissed her about the face and then her chest and then 
her breasts, leaving several love marks where I was 
certain no one would see them, only Jessica and I 
would see them later.

Sliding my other hand along her side I gathered the 
nightie up to her waist to slip the hand between her 
legs, she gasped as my hand slid over her pulsing 
moist pussy and clit that was erect and hard and 
begging to feel the penetration of her pussy. Rather, 
I played with her for a moment prolonging her pleasure 
before taking her.

I finally slipped my hand down inside the scanty 
little panty to her clit and pussy; I slipped a finger 
in to her throbbing wet pussy to slowly finger fuck 
her until she had a multiple orgasm.

"Fuck me, Scott." She breathed. "Please, darling, fuck 
me," she said, as if she had to actually beg for me to 
do so. I hesitated for only a second. I never would 
have guessed she knew the words, but I shrugged it off 
as she stared up at me. Kissing my way back, I bent 
upward, kneeling on the bed I pulled the little panty 
from her, Jessica was now once more vulnerable to my 
lust and desire for her womanhood. I tossed the little 
panty aside and pushed my briefs down freeing my 
engorged malehood bull. 

Jess stared up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes, 
pleading with me to take her, use her, ravage her 
young body, have my way with her; Jessica was mine to 
take and use whenever I wanted her.

"I am yours, darling. I need you..." she told me 
breathless as I positioned myself above her the 
engorged head of my cock touching, then probing her 
wetness, then slipping in just enough to bring a gasp 
of pleasure from her. "I – I want to feel you all the 
way inside me ..."

I mentally shook myself my engorged cock was primed 
and ready for this beauty.

"Ssssh, just relax and enjoy it, sweet heart."

Jessica's legs where spread wide as I guided my steel-
hard cock in to the sweetest pussy I'd had until then. 
Jessica moaned as the tip of my member first touched 
her pussy then I slowly guided myself inward, into her 
nice and tight wet pussy; I went into her slowly 
enjoying the feel of such nice tight pussy. Once I was 
inside of her, I leaned downward and kissed her 
breasts again as I slowly drew outward, being sure not 
to withdraw totally.

Jessica sighed with the pleasing feeling of my hard 
thick malehood thrusting in to her.

She then put her arms around my neck, and hers legs 
around my waist. As I kissed her lips once again she 
began to buck her hips wildly; she racked my back with 
her finger nails. I moved with her motions as well we 
pounded each other, hard with each rapid thrust. We 
both groaned, and moaned, as we pleasured one another.

This is what she wanted.

"Auuhh! Auuuuuuhhhhhh! Oh, yes!" she panted, as I 
continued to relentlessly fuck her. It felt good just 
driving my cock in and out of her making her cry out 
with each stroke. She squeezed my hips with her thighs 
as I thrust my cock deep into her womanhood. I could 
feel my lips curl as a low, primal growl escaped my 
lips. He then began to grunt with every thrust, like 
an animal. It was so wild, so barbaric, and so 
enjoyable. I didn't even need to concentrate on the 
motions, we were so fluid together. She began to 
scream, and soon so did I. 

After a few minutes of this, I felt the pressure 
return. Without warning, I released my load, letting 
it flow into her. I struggled to continue fucking as 
the explosion of pleasure ripped across my body. Rope 
after rope of my creamy male cum flowed in to her 
pussy.

After another few seconds, I felt her slow and arch 
her back, screaming in segments as she did as she 
climaxed as well. Finally I collapsed on top of her, 
our sweaty but cold flesh meeting; her damp hair lay 
in a tangled bunch about her angelic face. We were 
unable to breath, unable to speak but were simply 
content as we were for the moment until we regained 
our composure.

After a minute or two I climbed off of her to lay 
beside her. We both stared up at the ceiling for what 
seemed like an eternity then we began to laugh. 

Then I said sitting up to look down into her bright 
sharp blue eyes: "I wish there was more to say than 
just – I love you, Jess. You've filled such a void in 
my life."

Jess looked up at me, her eyes shining as she said in 
a soft tone: "You've filled my life with the happiness 
I've always wanted. I–I wish..." She stopped. Looking 
down for a moment then said: "Let's not spoil this, 
Scott. I love you means more to me than anything else 
now."

I gave her a passionate kiss and we fell asleep in 
each other's arms.

We left our love for each other at that. 


IV

We returned home that weekend; the others returned on 
separate flights but when we reported to Jerry on 
Monday morning –during the couple days there we were 
sending him occasional e-mails, but he was none too 
happy with what we had to report.

The stress and mental havoc smoothed out after a 
couple weeks. Thanksgiving which we spent by ourselves 
came and went but it was one of the weekly meetings 
following our trip to Illinois that everyone in our 
team looked like we could have used a couple weeks R&R 
on some beach somewhere. 

Jerry wrapped up the meeting with: "Vacation. Jackie 
in HR wants to know..." and Jerry looked across the 
table at me as if I was guilty of some perverse sin, 
"when are you planning to take vacation, Scott? You 
got over one hundred and eighty days to burn: never 
mind hours. And don't ask 'what century are we in 
either."

Then he smiled as he glanced toward Jessica.

Jessica giggled. The others merely allowed a grin of 
humor that Jerry had me on the hot seat so-to-speak. 
Better me then them I suppose.

"Um, well..." I couldn't help but look at Jessica for 
an answer. 

As it turned out, I took a stab at two weeks before 
Christmas. The place would be almost empty then 
anyway. Jessica had her mind set on going up to one of 
the ski resorts even though neither of us skied. As 
far as she was concerned, it would be a romantic 
getaway in one of the chalets that could be rented for 
a week or so. I made the arrangements and luckily one 
was available the week I chose for my exile to a ski 
resort for a romantic interlude. To say the least, 
Jessica was thrilled.

We arrived at the chalet Wednesday mid-day, dropped 
luggage and old Marvin with his kitty stuff and headed 
down to the down town area on foot. I was beginning to 
thank myself for driving the truck up there; it snowed 
the night before which added charm and delight to the 
scene of the ski resort and town. I left the truck at 
the chalet and we walked along the streets where there 
was a variety of stores and shops which we did the 
tourist thing; stopped in to Oooo and aahh over the 
merchandise, buy something which neither one us really 
needed, but bought it anyway. We had a late lunch at a 
local restaurant that served breakfast, lunch and 
dinner. We walked around some more to walk off lunch 
then headed back to the chalet.

We entered the chalet pausing in the middle of the 
living room which was big enough for a decent sized 
party, if you're into that sort of thing. 

As Jessica stood facing the TV, turning it on, I stood 
behind her and embraced her, placing one hand around 
her waist, I moved my other to her right breast as I 
kissed and licked her neck. Fondling it for a moment I 
slipped my hand under her sweater to feel the tender 
silkiness of her lacy bra and the fullness of her 
breast. 

As I fondled her breast I slid my other hand to her 
hips and nice flat stomach and the tender V between 
her legs to begin caressing her; she nearly dropped 
the remote as I slid my hand between her legs to cup 
and massage her nice pulsing pussy. She leaned her 
head back and moaned as my fingers rubbed her little 
nipple through the lace of the bra to wonderful 
erectness.

"Oh Scott, you know what I like – yes!" she moaned as 
her womanhood juices began seeping pre-cum moistening 
her pussy and wetting her panty and skin tight 
designer jeans.

I kissed and nibbled her ear and neck as my other hand 
slid back and forth between her legs and rubbing her 
to a near orgasm. Her hand came up and she rubbed her 
fingers through my hair as I continued to kiss her 
neck while her other hand to my hard erect cock 
massaging my cock to a near orgasm.

She turned around and our lips met, tongues 
intertwining as we embraced. We stood there engaged in 
a passionate embrace for some time, kissing while my 
hands explored her body, breasts, nipples, legs, ass, 
pulsing womanhood. I could tell she was getting worked 
up as she ground her crotch into my hand as I rubbed 
her. Her hands found my erect dick in my pants and 
slowly rubbed her hands up and down. 

"Oooh, somebody has a problem," she cooed in to my 
lips backing away. "Don't go away, I'll be right 
back."

Where was I going to go? To a bar maybe? She 
disappeared in to the bed room then opened the door a 
crack to wag her fingers at me then close it again. 

I knew what that meant all too well. I thought about 
bringing a couple bottles of wine with us, at least to 
get us started the first night. I got up to take a 
bottle of Chianti from the refrigerator. It was 
Jessica's idea to bring food, and plenty of it. I 
guess she thought we'd hardly leave the chalet for a 
couple days. What gave her that idea? Then I plugged 
in the CD player I brought along, put on a romantic 
recorded CD I'd put together one day to set the mood. 
Then something I rarely did was set out the mood 
candles Jessica brought along. I light them and turned 
the lights down very low.

I popped the cork on the wine. Took out the wine 
glasses I'd brought along and set them on the coffee 
table and resumed my seat on the sofa.

Within a few minutes the door opened and Jess stepped 
out in just a sheer pink pearl slip. She smiled the 
most "come on" smile I'd yet seen on a girl. My cock 
which had become soft after a few minutes was suddenly 
hard as a steel rod. She has her little ways to keep 
our love life spiced up. This was one of them. I 
always did my part to add to the allure of our love. 
But for a girl that was new to the love and sex scene, 
she seemed to find ways to keep a weekend romantic.

Jessica crossed the room to where I sat on the sofa. 
She lowered herself to the sofa beside me. I poured 
the wine; we sipped it staring in to each other's 
eyes. After a minute I set my glass down and took Jess 
in my arms. I savored the taste of the wine on her 
lips as we kissed and we felt each other's body. The 
small stiff nubs of her nipples tented the sheer nylon 
of the bodice about her proud young breasts.

Jessica kissed my neck and moved down to her knees. 
She unbuttoned and slid my pants down to my ankles and 
breathed heavily on my crotch as she slowly slid my 
briefs down. My erect malehood sprung free as she slid 
a small delicate hand in to my briefs at the same time 
blowing warmly on my erect male hood as she slid it 
between both her hands. Her palms warm on my cock 
began to stroke it slowly as she licked the head, 
probing the hole and swirling her tongue around the 
head. Our eyes met and she lewdly took the head of my 
cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the 
head and moaned. 

"Mmmmm, this is what you need," she moaned sliding her 
tongue along my shaft.

I moaned with the thrill of a perfect blowjob.

Jessica continued to swirl her tongue around my cock, 
circling the head and licking up and down the shaft. 
She moved her hands to my ass and engulfed my cock 
with her mouth while pushing me towards her. Jessica's 
lips sucked hard as she went up and down on my cock 
soaking it with her saliva. Abruptly she stopped and 
stood up allowing my cock to spring free dripping with 
spit and pre-cum. She leaned over me to deeply kiss 
me; I grasped her about the waist sliding my hands 
over her hips and down her legs to the hem of the 
slip. Gathering it up I pulled it up to her hips and 
slipped my fingers under the lace waist band and 
slowly slid it down from her hips. 

I laid her back on the sofa her throbbing pussy 
vulnerable to me as I lowered myself on to her and 
slid it in to her: she gasped at the penetration 
thrusting her hips to meet mine. Within minutes we 
were well in to it.


V

Jess and I talked about our future and I knew sooner 
or later things would change. Jess was a very mature 
young woman and was prepared for anything, and when it 
did happen, she had to shore up her resolve to face 
the move. It was eighteen months later that she was 
transferred to the Illinois facility. She did her best 
not to cry but she finally broke down and cried. The 
weekend before she left we spent nearly from Friday to 
Sunday in bed making passionate love.

We kept in touch but the distance, time – and cost to 
keep up an arm's length relationship was more than 
either of us could handle, especially her. As time 
went on I last heard she finally met someone out there 
who cared about her and lovingly spoiled her as much 
as I did.

End of Part 2...

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