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                                                        XXXV.

	In early February, the cheerleading squad went out of town for competitions,
leaving Jack alone that weekend.  He considered going out with some of the
guys on the football team, but thought that a quiet night at home would be
better.  Kelly had been acting a little strangely toward him lately, and he
wondered what she would do with Karen out of the house, but at the last
minute, she announced that she was spending the night at a friend's house.  So
Jack and Marcia rented a couple of movies and stayed home watching TV.
	"You should be hearing from Annapolis pretty soon, don't you think?"
	"In a month or so, maybe."
	"We're all crossing our fingers.  It would be so funny if you and Karen both
went to school back there.  I know one year doesn't make a lifetime, but I'm
hoping we're going to stay in touch."
	"Of course.  I couldn't have made it without you guys."
	Marcia was at the other end of the couch, and reached out to rub his arm.
	"You're so sweet."
	She got up to refill her glass of wine.
	"Would you like some, Jack?"
	"Umm . . ."
	"It's all right.  There's no one here to tattle on us."
	"Okay."
	She returned with a glass for him.  He took a small sip and set it down.
	"I'm so glad you're staying friends with Summer.  I have to admit I had hopes
for you two, but it's enough that you not turn your backs on each other
entirely."
	"I still love her.  I just don't know if we can make it work."
	"How is Becky?"
	"She's great. We're really good friends.  We always have been.  It's just
different than it was with Summer."
	"Love can't survive without friendship.  If you have that, you can build on
it.  My husband was always my best friend."
	"I'm sorry."
	"It's all right.  I still miss him, though.  Having you around has helped,
actually."
	"Really?"
	"Yes.  You know how you've helped the girls, and I really appreciate that,
but you've also helped me.  It's helped remind me of the good times I had with
him, and stopped me from dwelling on the loss.  I just see so much of him in
you.  I can't wait to see you in your uniform."
	"That's if I get in."
	"I know you will.  It would be a crime if you didn't."
	Marcia polished off another glass of wine, and they watched the movie in
silence for a while.
	"I do get lonely sometimes.  It's hard knowing I can't ever get married
again.  And I couldn't carry on a serious relationship without getting
married.  I won't set that kind of example for Karen and Kelly."
	'That's important."
	"Yes, it is.  Children need good role models.  I worried so much for so long
about how they would deal with not having a father.  You hear so much about
women who grow up having poor relationships with their fathers becoming
promiscuous and irresponsible, because they never had a healthy relationship
with a man.  That's why I'm so happy they have you."
	He squirmed, and she patted his leg.  Then she got another glass of wine,
emptying the bottle.  He wasn't sure how much she'd had, but he could tell it
was affecting her.
	"You could start dating again after they went to college, couldn't you?"
	"I suppose.  But I won't turn my back on the Church, and I'd never try to get
an annulment.  That would just spit on everything I had with my husband."
	She sighed.
	"I never had a problem with the idea of one person for your entire life when
I was younger.  I was a virgin bride, and I never expected to be with anyone
but him.  And then he died, and now I'm only forty, and I can't believe I'll
be alone the rest of my life."
	He swallowed hard, having no idea what to say.  She noticed his discomfort,
and reached up to put her hand on his cheek.
	"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't be laying all this on you."
	"It's okay."
	"I envy you, you know.  You have your whole life ahead of you, so many girls
out there to meet and love.  Don't be in such a hurry to settle down, okay?"
	"Okay."
	"Father Roberts has me pray a rosary when I start talking like this.  What's
your Penance for me?"
	"Um, I don't know.  Don't be so hard on yourself."
	She smiled.
	"I'll try."
	She shifted herself on the couch and leaned back against him.  Feeling
awkward, he put his arm out and around her shoulder.  She reached up to
squeeze his hand briefly.
	"I'll be all right.  Let's just finish the movie."
	She laid her head on his shoulder and was quiet thereafter.  He tried to tell
himself this was just friendly comforting; that she would never do anything
with him such good friends with her daughters.  But he also knew she was
intoxicated, and he worried what that might do.
	When the movie ended, she didn't move.  He turned off the VCR with the remote
and sat there watching a late talk show with her.
	"Is this making you uncomfortable?" she said a little bit later.
	"No," he said a little too quickly.
	"We can go to bed-"  She gasped.  "I mean-you can go to sleep if you want."
	His stomach did a loop.  A Freudian slip?
	"It's okay."
	"I'm sorry.  It's just that I used to watch TV with him like this.  I don't
want to get up."
	She sat up, and he stretched out his stiff arm.
	"But we should.  I'm being ridiculous here.  I'm old enough to be your
mother."
	He gulped.  She smiled weakly.
	"This is the wine talking.  I hope you know that."
	"I understand."
	She got up and carried their glasses to the sink.  Jack shut off the TV and
turned off the lights.  At the top of the stairs, she stopped him.
	"Give me a hug, okay?"
	He did, and she held him tightly.  But then she didn't let go right away.  He
looked down, and saw that her eyes were closed, and she was resting her
forehead on his shoulder.  He stood there, wondering what to do.
	Her arms relaxed, but she didn't completely let go of him.  She held his
waist, and, not sure what to do, he held on to hers.
	She looked up to him, putting her hand on his cheek.  Then she leaned up and
kissed him on the lips.
	Stunned, he froze for a moment, then returned the kiss, feeling like he had
to.  They kissed for about ten seconds before she withdrew.
	"I'm sorry," she said.  "Are you okay?"
	"Yeah."
	"Don't think I'm trying to steal you from your girlfriends.  I just need
someone tonight.  I can't go in there alone right now."
	She took his hands and pulled him back into her bedroom.  His heart was
pounding.
	"We'll just pretend this didn't happen tomorrow.  I don't want to ruin what
we have."
	"Okay."
	"If you don't want to do this, say so.  I won't hold it against you."
	He took a deep breath.  He really cared for Marcia, and knew what she was
going through.  But how could he sleep with her when he had already slept with
Karen and nearly slept with Kelly?  Yet how could he turn her down, when he
knew if he did, she would probably cry herself to sleep tonight, both in grief
and embarrassment?  He couldn't do that to her.
	"It's all right."
	She kissed him again, and pushed him down on the end of the bed.
	"Let me go to the bathroom first."
	He sat there wondering what to do.  He listened to her moving around in the
bathroom for a few minutes.  Then he heard the toilet flush, and the door
opened.
	She was nude.  She looked a lot like Karen, only somewhat fuller and not as
tight and toned as a seventeen-year-old.  He stood, and she walked up to him.
He put his hands on her hips, and she began to undress him.
	She ran her hands over his chest as she pushed off his shirt.  Then she
unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down.  When he was as nude as she, they
embraced.  He ran his hands over her body as she did to him.  Karen had gotten
her butt from Marcia, and Marcia's was still very nice.  He felt her breasts,
wondering if Karen would feel like this in twenty years.  He wondered if he
would find out.
	Her hands came to rest on his penis, feeling it stiffen and rise.  She
stroked him a few times.
	"My goodness," she whispered.  "I bet you get compliments in the locker
room."  She laughed at herself.  "Let's lie down."
	He lay down on the bed, and she lay on her side next to him.  She caressed
his whole body slowly, and he knew she was trying to make up for seven years
of celibacy.
	"Men have such different bodies than women.  So much harder and bumpier."
	She leaned down and kissed him, and he tried to return her caresses.  He felt
all over her, stroking her breasts until the nipples were standing straight
out-much like Karen's always did.  He bent to suckle them, and she held his
head.
	He wondered what else she liked to do, but knew she thought this was his
first time, and he wouldn't be able to offer her much.  He had to let her take
the lead.  But he couldn't resist reaching down to feel between her legs,
figuring that he would have done it, first time or no.  She lay there and let
him explore her.
	When he began to stroke and caress her, she reached down to stroke his penis.
They pleasured each other for a few minutes before she took his arms and
pulled him toward her.  He understood, and climbed on top of her.
	"Don't be embarrassed if this doesn't last very long," she said.  "We have
all night."
	"Okay."
	The truth was, he was used to the extended foreplay the girls enjoyed, and he
was hardly about to shoot off.  But he also realized she probably expected it.
Anything else might raise some questions.
	She reached down to guide him into her, and he thrust up awkwardly.  He
wondered if she would feel looser than the young girls he was used to, but she
didn't.  She moaned as he filled her up, arching her back.  She moved with
him, rolling her hips as he thrust in and out of her.  On one deep thrust, he
suddenly felt her squeezing him.  She did it again, then smiled up at him.
	"Do you like that?  My husband did."
	He moaned, pretending to be amazed at it.  In truth, it felt pretty good.  He
thrust faster, and she kept squeezing him, kept rolling her hips, holding him
close to her and caressing his back.  At that rate, and since he wasn't trying
to hold back, it wasn't long before he neared orgasm.
	She seemed to notice, and rubbed his back rapidly a few times, apparently
telling him it was okay.  He drove faster, grunting, and finally buried
himself deeply in her and let loose.  She lay under him quietly, caressing
him, and still squeezing him gently.
	A few minutes later, still inside her, he had a sudden perverted thought that
wouldn't leave his head.  He was inside the very channel where Karen and Kelly
had emerged from years ago.  He wasn't much of a baseball fan, but he couldn't
help but think: two home runs and a triple.  Three-for-three.
	"What are you smiling about?"
	"Nothing.  Just that this was such a surprise."
	"Consider it my thanks for being so wonderful.  You don't know what this
means to me tonight."
	She kissed him, and he kissed her back.  They kissed for a few minutes, while
Jack remained within her, moving back and forth slowly.  She began squeezing
him again, and before he knew it, he was getting hard again.  As he swelled
inside her, she opened her eyes in surprise.
	"Oh, my.  I'd forgotten what it was like to be your age."
	"I'm sorry."
	She laughed.
	"Don't apologize.  It's wonderful."
	With more control now, he tried to actually make love to her inside of just
pleasuring himself.  She got more into it this time, asking him to move a
certain way or another, then began gripping his buttocks tightly.
	"Yes, yes, yes, like that."
	He drove up at her rapidly, and in a minute, a long shudder racked her body,
and a whine escaped her throat.  He kept going, and so did she.  She spread
herself widely, urging him on, and a minute later thrashed in orgasm a second
time.  By now, he was getting close himself, and she held him closely, pulling
him up into her.  But she came a third time before he was able to, whimpering
in pleasure as he squirted off inside her.

	They lay together for a long time after that, with her just feeling his body
slowly.
	"I've missed this so much."
	"I like it."
	"I'm sure you do.  You're going to be a wonderful lover.  Whatever girl you
marry will be very lucky."
	"Thanks."
	"You understand that this is just for tonight.  It's not possible for us to
do it again, for either of us."
	"I know."
	"I'm sure you can imagine how Karen or Kelly would react to this."
	That was putting it mildly, he thought.  He nodded.
	She continued caressing him, and eventually, his penis began to stiffen and
erect yet again.  She noticed, smiling, and began stroking him.  Then she
repositioned herself and bent down to take him in her mouth.
	Moaning as if he had never experienced it before, he reached out and put his
hand on her back.  She worked on him for a long time, bobbing slowly, sucking
and licking, nibbling on him.  Finally, she leaned back, continuing to stroke
him with her hand.
	"Do you like that?"
	He nodded.
	"Yeah."
	"I love it.  It makes me happy to make you feel so good."
	She leaned back down and took him back into her mouth.  He wasn't sure
whether she wanted him to come, but he didn't want to, not yet.  He pulled her
off after a few minutes.
	"Can I . . . can I do that for you?"  He tried to sound tentative.
	She smiled.
	"Okay."
	She leaned back next to him, and he rolled over between her thighs.  She
reached down to open herself with her fingers.
	"Very slowly.  Just here on top.  Don't get too excited or too rough with
it."
	"Okay."
	He bent down to lick at her, tasting himself in her.  He knew what Karen
liked, and decided to forget playing the innocent.  He worked on her
diligently for a few minutes, keeping the pressure very light, as she had
requested.
	"Oh, Jack . . . keep doing that."
	She took his hands in hers and squeezed them tightly.  She began moving her
hips in time with his strokes, breathing heavily.  When she started to move
faster, he matched her increase in speed.  She let go of his hands and reached
up to massage her breasts.  He knew she was close now, and doubled his efforts
to finish her off.
	She squeaked, and began to thrash, throwing her hips up rapidly at his face.
He rode her spasms, continuing to lick at her.  A few seconds later, she
pushed him off, gasping for breath.  Her thighs shook, and her body continued
to twitch.  When she settled down, and relaxed back into the bed, he leaned
down and began to lick at her again.  The reaction was instant and violent.
	"Oh!  Oh!"
	She convulsed, holding her hands above his head in tense claws as if he were
on the verge of hurting her.  Then her hips began to move again, then thrash,
and a minute later she erupted into orgasm again, twice as hard as the first
time.  Now she pushed him off and held him there, pulling him up on top of her
to hug him.  He kissed her for a few seconds, then laid his head on her
shoulder.  
	She held him for a minute or two, still twitching in the last vestiges of her
climax.  His cock was still erect, and she felt it hard against her thigh.
She reached between them, repositioning him, and pulled him up into her.
	"One more time," she said softly, "then sleep."
	He was close after all the time she had spent sucking on him, but so was she.
They were soon groaning and thrashing together, and he felt the wonderful ache
of his third climax beginning, just as she cried out and clawed at his back.
He thumped hard against her, squirting out the last of his semen.  He slipped
out of her a minute later, sliding to her side, and fell asleep.

	He awoke to her moving next to him.  She was lying on her pillow, looking at
him.
	"Good morning."
	"Hi."
	"You looked so handsome sleeping there.  It was so nice not to wake up alone
just this once."
	"I'm glad."
	She reached out to caress his cheek.
	"I don't expect you to completely understand, but this really meant something
to me, even though we can't do it again.  I felt so lonely last night I didn't
know what to do.  You really helped me.  I think you'll understand one day."
	"I think I do."
	She leaned in to kiss him, and he hugged her.  She moved against him, bumping
against the morning erection he had.  She laughed softly and reached down for
it.
	"My husband loved to make love in the morning.  I used to wake up to one of
these almost every day.  What is it about mornings that gives men erections?"
	"I don't know."
	"Neither do I.  But I never cared.  Come on."
	She pulled him on top of her, guiding him in.  She was initially somewhat
dry, but lubricated quickly.  He was still sleepy, and not much for finesse,
but she didn't seem to mind.  After three times the night before, it took him
a while to reach orgasm, and it was long enough for her to climax twice.  He
lay on top of her, breathing heavily, and she slowly stroked his back.
	"Kelly may be home soon," she said a while later.
	"Yeah."
	"You'd better go and mess up your bed.  I'm going to have to change my sheets
and open a window, or she'll get suspicious.  Not that she would recognize the
smell, but she might wonder what was going on in here."
	He laughed, nervously.  Kelly might recognize more than she thought.
	"Okay."
	She kissed him one last time.
	"Thank you, Jack.  I mean that."


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