Message-ID: <46814asstr$1077523803@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Magi <baner1@earthlink.net>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2004 21:22:27 PST
Subject: {ASSM} Pete, A Young Man's Story  Chapter 48
Lines: 868
Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2004 03:10:03 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

CHAPTER 48

Making love with Nell was wonderful. She reminded me of Kate and
Sylvia, in that she wasn't afraid to tell me if I was doing something
that didn't feel good, and she was just as enthusiastic if I was doing
something right. But she wasn't into anal at all, and she seemed to be
tentative about going down on me. She seemed to like my cock, and
loved to rub it over her face and body and she didn't mind kissing it.
But when I encouraged her to take it into her mouth, she seemed
reluctant. 
But I let it pass, because I was still very horny.

After we rinsed off in the shower, I spent a lot of time kissing her
mouth, and her neck and shoulders. When I got to her breasts I kissed
them softly, and I began to rub my tongue lightly along the little
ridges and bumps of her areola, being careful not to touch her
nipples, which were large and hard as erasers. When I finally took one
into my mouth, she gasped and pulled me to her. After a few seconds I
pulled away and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It feels wonderful. It's just that most guys want to squeeze
them and maul them. What you're doing feels fantastic. Please
continue." 

I spent at least fifteen minutes, kissing her breasts and working my
way down her body. When I got to her navel I began to lick and suck
around it and her body started radiating heat. I spent some time there
and suddenly she curled her body up around me and she came. It was
with the same series of disjointed jerks as the first time and she
shrieked "Ohhhh God!" so loudly it hurt my ears. 

She turned on her side, facing away from me and I lay there watching
her until she quieted down. When she finally turned around, her eyes
were moist, and she threw herself on top of me and began kissing me.
She was so active, that at one point I couldn't breathe and I pulled
her away from me. She immediately dropped to my crotch and took my
penis in her hands and started kissing it and rubbing it around her
face and neck. 

That's when I noticed she wouldn't take it into her mouth.

But I was enjoying myself, and I wasn't finished with her, so after a
few minutes I pulled her away from me and laid her back on the bed.

She was shuddering, and heat was pouring from her body, so I 
whispered "Shhh," and I began stroking her breasts and stomach. Then I
got down on the bed between her legs.

She knew what I was up to and she closed her eyes and waited. I kissed
her just below her navel a few times, and then I gently buried my face
in the soft hairs of her pussy. 

The scent of the cream she had used was still slightly there, but
mostly I could smell her arousal, and it wasn't like any girl I had
ever been with. It was rich and pungent, but it wasn't offensive at
all, and I was so turned on by it I was tempted to jump on her right
then, but she seemed to be enjoying herself so much that I stayed
there for a while.  

I licked her slit and slipped my tongue inside her, and she responded
with a soft and constant moaning sound. But when I tried to find her
clit, it seemed to be buried in a fleshy pad of skin. I immediately
thought of Gladys, and I wondered if Nell had that 'Hooded Clit' thing
the same as Gladys did. I renewed my efforts and tried sucking
directly on the little pad. She seemed to like it, but I got the
feeling that I could work on it all night and nothing would happen for
her. So I slipped my fingers inside her and tried to find her 'spot'.
She liked that, and that's when I tried to play around with her
rectum. But the minute I touched her rosebud, she stiffened up and
said "Nooo."

So I continued touching, and paying attention to her pussy, until I
couldn't wait any longer and I got on top and entered her. The minute
I did, she really seemed to get into things, and before long we were
going at each other like crazy.

I tried some different things with her.  I tried pulling completely
out, then slamming back into her, and she didn't seem to like it all
that much. Then I tried entering her a little bit at a time. She liked
it, but she got impatient and kept trying to pull me into her. Finally
I entered her as deep as I could, leaned over her, and started a
squirming motion, without pulling out at all.

That did it! She started making that 'Uh, Uh" noise again, and before
long she followed it with another, seemingly, shattering orgasm, and
screaming noises loud enough to wake the dead. I realized then, that
it wasn't roughness that turned her on, it was either the size or
shape of my cock, or the fact that I weighed as much as I did and it
was pressing on the pad around her clit. Whatever it was, it was
driving her crazy and I was having a great time watching her respond.

However, this time I didn't come. I had been working so hard to please
her, I guess I got distracted, and I was still hard as a rock.

She had collapsed when she came, but she obviously felt that I was
still hard, because in a minute or two, she sat up, and in a shaky
voice she said, "Oh, Pete. What can I do to please you?"

I moved her off me, turned on my back, and said, "Get on top."

My cock was sticking straight up, and when she looked at it, she
muttered, "Jesus!" under her breath. Then she climbed on top and
settled onto me. 

She was facing me, and, big girl or not, I was in her so deeply that I
think I felt her cervix. She leaned forward, supported her upper body
on her arms, and began grinding her pussy against me. In almost no
time she started moaning again, and she closed her eyes, and her
movements became more erratic. Her face was just a few inches from
mine, and I could see the veins bulging on her forehead as she thrust
herself against me again and again. I started to come, and when I did,
she did too, and her movements became uncontrollable. She threw
herself around so much that I popped out of her and spewed my seed all
over her body and mine. She was shaking violently now and I began to
get concerned, so I held her tightly until she seemed to calm down.
Her face was pressed tightly against me, and after a few seconds I
tried to raise her head. When I did, tears were streaming down her
face.       

More then a little concerned, I said, "Nell, what's the matter?"

She wiped her eyes, and said, "Nothing, Pete. Absolutely nothing. I
guess I must just be in the right mood. Would you just hold me for a
while?"

I said, "Of course, but let's get comfortable." I got up and turned
off the light, then I came back to bed and lay on my back beside her.
I put my arm around her, she put her head on my shoulder, and I pulled
the sheet up around us. Suddenly I felt her move. She rose up, leaned
over and did something, and lay back down on me. There was a kind of
loud click, then a whirr, and the entire cloth ceiling rolled back and
I was looking through a glass ceiling at the stars.

The moon was bright enough that it bathed the room in light, and I
said, "Wow."

"Yes, it's great isn't it? I like to walk around naked when I'm here,
but there are too many tall houses around, so I had a contractor do
this."

"When you're here? Don't you live here?"

"Sometimes."

I was really curious about her, but she obviously didn't want to talk
about it, so instead of perusing it, I said, "Can we talk about some
sex things?"

"She didn't answer for a minute, then she said, "Sure, what do you
want to know?"

"You are a wonderful lover and exciting to be with. Why aren't you
married?"

"How do you know I'm not?"

"You don't wear a ring, and if you're married, where is your husband?"

"A ring doesn't make a marriage."

She was ignoring the question, but I pressed on. "You only seem to
like vaginal sex. Are you turned off by other kinds?"

It took her quite a while to answer this time. So long, that I thought
she might have fallen asleep, but she finally answered, "I was raped
when I was a young girl, and I was forced to do a lot of things. It's
been difficult for me since then."

She stopped talking, and I waited. Then she continued, "Men have asked
me about this before, and I usually refuse to talk about it. It brings
back bad memories."

"Have you had lots of lovers?"

"A few."

"You said you rarely have an orgasm. Why?"

"I have this, umm, condition."

"Is it the Hooded Clitoris thing?"

She jerked in my arms and said, "Yes. How did you know?"

I said, "I felt it, and I know someone who has the same thing." 

I remembered something that Kristen and I read in the book in the sex
shop in Vegas, and I said, "But there's an operation that can cure
that!"

There was a deep sigh, and she said, "But then I wouldn't be in
control, would I?"

"Does not having an orgasm let you be in control?"

"I guess so."

"You had them with me. Several, in fact."

There was another pause, then, "Yes Pete, I did. I like to pick young
guys, because things are over quickly. They think they 'got lucky'
with me, but actually I'm using them. I always think that it will be
satisfying, but it almost never is, and generally I can't wait until
it's over.

"But, with you it's been different, and in some ways, kind of scary.
I'm a big girl. I'm taller, and generally stronger than most of the
guys I'm with, and it seems like I end up being the aggressor. But
you're a big strapping guy, and when I met you in Vegas, I wanted to
take you to my room and see what a really big guy was like. But we
were both drunk, and you had to get back to your room. 
But tonight was different. We were relaxed, and you surprised me when
you took off your clothes. You have a beautiful body and an enormous
penis. When you're inside me, I feel so full of you, that everything,
even my clit is affected, and for the first time I can remember, I
haven't had to take the lead while making love. I've never had more
than one orgasm a night in my life. Tonight I must have had a dozen."

Her last words turned me on, and the next thing I knew I was making a
tent in the sheet.

She looked down at the bulge and when she looked up at me, her eyes
were huge, and she said, "Don't you ever get enough?"

I figured it was time for a little shmoozing, and I said, "Do you have
any idea how beautiful, and what a wonderful lover you are?"

She didn't answer; instead, she pulled the sheet back and looked at
me.

I grinned and said, "Would you like to try for lucky number thirteen?"

She got a pained expression on her face, and stammered, "Pete, I'm,
I'm, sorry, but I'm a little sore."

I started to say it was all right, when she bent and kissed my penis
on its head. Then she closed her eyes and took the head into her
mouth. 

I said, "Nell, don't!" But she waved her hand at me and continued. But
she never got more then just the head in her mouth. Once she tried to
go deeper, but her gag reflex took over and she had to stop. When she
looked up at me, here eyes were watering, and I took her in my arms
and held her. 

I said, "That's enough. Just being with you is all I need. It's almost
dawn, let's try to get some sleep."

Sunday morning

It seemed like two minutes later when she shook me awake. She was
dressed in a blouse and skirt, and was holding a cup of coffee. 
She said, "How do you take it?" 

I didn't want to tell her that I didn't really like coffee, so I said
"Cream and sugar. Didn't you sleep last night?"

"Not much. Plus, I have to be at a sales meeting at eight o'clock this
morning." 

"On Sunday morning?"

"Yes. There is a full crew on weekends. Especially Sunday."

I looked at the clock, and it was just after seven. I winked at her
and said, "Would you like a proper wake up call?"

She sat on the bed next to me and touched my cheek. Then she said,
"More than anything Pete, but you have affected me more than you know,
and I have some thinking to do."

I stood up, yawned and stretched, and when I looked at her, she was
staring at me with a peculiar expression on her face. I hadn't gone to
the bathroom yet, so I still had my morning hard-on, and it was waving
in front of me like a flagpole.

I guess I should have been embarrassed, but the look on her face was
so odd, that I turned toward her. She never took her eyes off my cock,
and I stood there for a minute, wondering what was going through her
mind.

Then she did something strange. She kept staring at my cock, and she
lifted her skirt with one hand, put her other hand on her pussy, and
started rubbing herself. 

The morning sun was shining through the glass ceiling, and it bathed
her in light so bright that she actually looked like she was glowing.
It was the most erotic thing I ever saw, and I watched her for a
minute, thinking that she would realize what she was doing, and stop.

But she didn't stop. Instead, she started moving her body around and
pressing her fingers against herself. She was wearing panties, and a
dark spot began spreading out beneath and around her hand.

I said, "Nell?" but she didn't answer.

Again, I said, "Nell?" 

She still didn't answer, and her fingers were now moving faster then
ever.

I was so turned on I could hardly stand it, but I was concerned, and I
went to her and put my hand on her shoulder. My cock was now just a
few inches from her face. 

Suddenly she pushed me away from her and looked up at me.

The expression on her face was amazing. It was a mixture of lust and
surprise. Her mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing heavily.

She stood up and went to the nightstand. She took something from a
drawer and she came back and handed me a condom.

Then, in what seemed like one motion, she turned around, leaned over
and put one hand on the bed. And with the other hand, she flipped up
the back of her skirt and pulled down her panties.

Her pussy was right in front of me and I could see beads of wetness
glistening on the hairs. 

I tore open the condom, slipped it on, and I stepped forward and
buried myself inside her. I did it with such force I almost knocked
her over, and she put her other hand on the bed to support herself. I
stopped for a second to steady myself, and she seemed to be pressing
her legs together to increase the pressure on my cock. 
I began slamming into her, and she responded by meeting every thrust.

I put my hands on her hips and every time I went all the way in, I
pulled her forcefully against me. The "slap, slap" of our exertions
filled the room and she started twisting her head back and forth in
time to my thrusts, and making grunting noises that got louder and
louder, until I was sure the neighbors could hear. 

I could tell she was almost ready to come, and I had to force myself
to hold off, or I would have beaten her to it. Then she stopped moving
and shuddered. I could feel her pussy tighten around me, and get even
wetter. She threw her head back and gave an animal-like scream and I
had the most tremendous orgasm I can ever remember.

We collapsed on the bed, and both lay there shaking. 
While we were lying there, I glanced at the clock, and was surprised
to see that less then ten minutes had passed. 

I felt her move, and then she got unsteadily out of bed and stood
looking at me. 
  
Then, strangely, in a voice almost devoid of emotion, she said, "Pete,
I have to go. Let me use the bathroom first, then take as long as you
like, and lock up when you leave."

She went into the bathroom and closed the door. I felt like I should
have said something to her, but I really don't know what it would have
been.

While I was waiting for the bathroom I called Mom. She said that
things had quieted down with Tammy, and that she'd tell me about it
when I got home, then she asked me to pick up a few things at the
grocery store on the way.

I was lying on the bed, still naked, when Nell opened the bathroom
door, and she stood there looking at me.

She had changed skirts and re-combed her hair. She looked a little
tired, but even prettier than I remembered. She actually seemed to
have a glow about her.

I stood up and started toward her, but she held her hand up and walked
past me. When she got to the door, she stopped for a minute. She said,
"Pete, I'll be out of town for about a week, possibly longer. May I
call you when I get back?

"Of course. I'll leave my number on the night stand. When are you
leaving?"

"This afternoon."

Without another word, she turned and left. I watched her as she went
down the stairs, and I wondered what was going through her mind. Then
I remembered that there were a lot of things about her I didn't
understand.

I took a long hot shower, and while I was toweling off, I looked at
the other bathroom door, but I decided it wasn't right to pry. When I
finished, I went back into the bedroom, put on my clothes and wrote my
name and phone number on a pad on the nightstand.

I started to leave, but I couldn't get the other door out of my mind.
So I thought, what the heck, and I went back to the bathroom and
opened it.

It opened to a room about the same size as the bedroom. It also had a
glass ceiling, and there were several easels set up. Drawings and
paintings were stacked everywhere. I went to the nearest easel and
there was a piece of paper on it that was at least three feet high and
a couple of feet wide. It seemed to be a drawing of me. It looked at
first like I was flexing my muscles, but when I looked again; I
realized it showed me stretching. It was an amazing likeness, but she
had drawn my cock sticking straight out, and it looked huge and out of
proportion to the rest of the drawing.

On the table next to the easel, there was a large notepad. On the top
sheet was a drawing of a penis that filled the whole page. The pose
was the same as the one on the easel, and the six or seven pages under
it were also drawings of penises from different angles. The last page
had "Pete" written on it, in dozens of different styles and sizes. It
must have been written fifty or sixty times. 

She must have been up all night doing this, and I wondered again what
had been going through her mind. It was another, in a list of things I
didn't understand about her, and I left the house with an uneasy
feeling. 

On the way home I stopped by the market to pick up the things that Mom
asked for, and as I went by an aisle, I saw Amy's friend, Tess. 
A guy had her backed up against a rack, and she seemed to be
struggling with him. I walked toward them, and when I got closer, I
realized that he was trying to kiss her, and she was giggling, and
pretending to fend him off.

Tess, is tall and very thin. I can't tell about her shape, because she
always wears loose-fitting clothes. She's not bad looking, but she
never wears makeup and her shoulder-length hair is never cut or
styled.

The guy with her was at least two inches shorter then she. He had long
greasy-looking hair, and I doubt if he weighed 135 pounds.

They both saw me at the same time, and Tess quickly pushed him away.

I was going to tease them, so I walked up and in my most official
voice said, "Okay, what's going on here?"

The guy faced me, put his hands on his hips and said, "Who the hell
are you?"

I'm nearly a foot taller then him, and It tickled me that he would act
that way, so I stepped up very close, glared down at him, and said,
"I'm the produce police. I've been told that you two were misbehaving
in front of our vegetables!"

His eyes got big and he said "Whaaaat?"

I held my finger in front of his face and I said, "Watch your mouth,
young man, or I may have to put you in the crisper."

Tess laughed out loud and she said, "Pete, stop it," and she swatted
me on the shoulder.

I doubled over and held my shoulder as though I was in pain. Then I
grabbed her around the waist, lifted her off the ground and said,
"That did it! You're going to the cooler," and I started to walk away
with her.

The guy said, "Fuck this!" And he stormed away, headed toward the
door.

Tess and I watched him leave, and I said, "Do you want me to go get
him?"

"No, he's cute but he's kind of a pest."

"CUTE! He's a little worm! You can do lots better than that."

"No, Pete, not all of us can. Now please put me down."

While she was straightening her clothes, she said, "Is Amy home yet"

"Not yet. She's coming in tonight."

"Good. I miss her. And Pete, I'm glad that you and Kristen have
decided to call it quits for a while."

"How did you know?"

"Amy told me. I talked to her yesterday. She likes Kristen a lot, but
she's also concerned about you, and she thinks it's the right thing."

I finished my shopping, and on the way home I tried to decide what I
was going to tell Mom about where I was last night, but when I got
there, everyone was in the kitchen. Mom was cooking, and Erin had some
of her girlfriends over. They were sitting around the kitchen table
and it sounded like Erin was telling them about her ski trip. When I
walked in, some of the girls started giggling and came over to me. One
of them asked, "Where ya been, Pete?"

Erin seemed like she was peeved because the attention was no longer on
her, and she said, "Oh, he's always staying at one of his football
buddies houses." Then she glared at me and said, "C'mon, Pete, we're
talking."

So I went into my room and checked for messages. There was one from
Bill, so I gave him a call. He said it was all over town that I had
got married to Kristen, and he wanted to know what was going on. I was
telling him what happened, when Mom appeared in the doorway.

I said, "Hey Bill, I'll call you back," and hung up. 

Mom came in and closed the door behind her. She shook her head and
said, "You're as bad as your sister. You're with him all night, and as
soon as you get home, you call him up."

I wanted to tell her that it wasn't him, but she went on without
stopping.

She said, "I think we have the Mariani's settled down. I went to the
house and tried to explain to Tony that there was nothing going on
between you and Tammy, but apparently Tammy had already talked to him
and really read him the riot act. Then I talked with his father. He
knows his daughter, and he's been worried that she might talk you into
running off and getting married. I've told him a dozen times that you
wouldn't do it without talking with your dad and I first. But he knows
how stubborn Kristen can be when she makes up her mind she wants
something. 
Now that this business with Tammy is cleared up, he said he'd like to
apologize to you for being suspicious. But I told him that you'd
understand."

"You were at the house?"

"Yes?"

"I, uhh, didn't know that you knew where they lived."

She stared at me for a minute, and then she said, "Yes, dear, I do."

We sat quietly for a minute, then she got up to leave, but when she
got to the door, she said, "By the way, Marc Gilroy called while you
were in Big Bear. He asked if I had seen Clair. When I said no, he
asked where you were. When I told him, he questioned me about who else
was there."

She stopped for a minute, then she said, "Pete, you and she haven't
been, umm --" Just then the house phone rang. Mom said, "Never mind."
And went to answer it.


Monday morning

I went to bed early, and I didn't hear Amy come in. But she was there
the next morning; she looked tired, but terrific. We didn't have time
to talk, but agreed to try and meet for lunch so she could talk about
what went on. She asked me not to tell anyone that she had traveled
with Kristen. She said she didn't want to be pestered with questions
about her.

At school, I spent the whole morning dodging the issue of whether
Kristen and I were married. Especially when several people showed up
with the newspaper articles and pictures that were taken in Vegas. I
probably should have answered with the truth, but it was fun
pretending to be a mystery man. 

Karen Gilroy caught me in the hall and asked if she could call me at
home tonight. She seemed unhappy, and I thought it might be because
Clair told her what happened in Cantil. But when I asked her why, she
said she'd tell me tonight.

The only person to whom I told the truth was my swimming teacher, Mrs.
Garmin. She called me to her room and asked me if it was true. She
seemed genuinely concerned for me, and when I told her what was really
happening, she shook her head, grinned and said, "Fred and I were
worried that you had gone and done something silly," then,
surprisingly, she hugged me!

Amy met me for lunch and excitedly began telling me about her trip,
but people kept coming around and trying to ask me about Kristen, so
we said we'd talk about it at home.

When I got home there were a dozen messages from kids at school, and
one from Kristen, saying she would call me later.

Amy came in about an hour after I did. She had been with Tess, telling
her about her adventures.

Then we all sat around and she repeated them to us.
She said that there was a lot more to do then she thought. And when I
asked if she and Kristen had a chance to see any of the sights in
Denver, she laughed and said that all they did was work and sleep.

I said that I understood why Kristen was busy with practicing and all,
but why was she so busy? She said that their business manager had quit
the day they left Vegas, and Tomaso had been teaching her to keep
their books, make hotel reservations, and do the million things that
it took to keep their entourage moving.

Then both our phones began ringing. Mom started to make dinner, and we
both went into our rooms.

My call was from Bill, and I told him what really happened with
Kristen. He said he would keep it secret until I said it was okay to
tell people, and then he told me about a girl he had met, and he said
he was having an affair with her.

Bill is kind of a straight guy. I know he's not a virgin, because I
had seen him with Gladys and he said that he had sex with a couple
girls at school, but this sounded serious. He wouldn't tell me who it
was, but "having an affair." is not a term that most high-school kids
use. I suspected it was an older girl. 

Next, I called Karen. She answered with a bright "Hello." But when I
said, "Hi, its Pete," her voice dropped a bit, and she said, "Oh, Hi."

I said, "What's the matter? I thought you wanted to talk to me. Are
you mad at me?"

"No."

"Are you sure? You sound like you are. C'mon, what's going on? Does it
have something to with Clair and me?"

"No, she told me she saw you in Cantil. That's not the problem."

"Okay, what is the problem? You said we were friends and we could talk
about anything."

"Pete, are you and Kristen married?"

I decided that as a friend, she should know, so I said, "No, Karen,
we're not. That's just a thing she's using to keep guys away from her
until her career gets going. We're not even going together anymore."

There was a pause, then her voice got lighter, and she said, "Okay,
then I have a question. Pete, do you like me?"

"Of course I do. What a silly question."

"No Pete, I mean, do you like me. As maybe, umm, a girlfriend?"

"But I thought you wanted to have some fun for a while and see what
the world was about?"

"Well, I tried to play the field for a while, but I've been a one-man
girl for so long I just can't do it."

"But. Karen, why me?"

"Pete! Don't be a dork! You know I like you. I've liked you since we
first met."

Karen is a sweet girl and a lot of fun. We dated off and on after our
first night together, and we even had sex a couple of times. She's
pretty, nice to be with, and the most undemanding girl I know. I could
call her for a date at the last minute, or she could call me. She
dated some other guys as well, and if something funny happened on the
date, she would call me and tell me about it when she got home. We
didn't date once I started going with Kristen, but she would still
call once in a while.

"But Karen, when we went out in the past, you always met me somewhere.
What would happen if your dad, or even Clair found out about us?"

"I think dad would be okay with it, and I haven't seen Clair in
several days. She may have disappeared. I hope she has."

"What does your dad say?"

"He won't talk about it. He pretends that she's visiting a friend. But
I don't think he knows where she is."

I began thinking about what it would be like to go steady with Karen.
I was tempted to say yes for a couple of reasons, and both of them
were selfish. I didn't have a girlfriend then, and it would be easy to
have a low-key relationship with Karen after being with someone as
intense as Kristen.

The other reason was even more selfish. My grades haven't been the
greatest lately, and I knew I was going to have to buckle down. I
would be a senior the following year, and I still didn't have any idea
what I want to do with my life. Being with Karen would take me out of
the girl-chasing loop, and allow me to concentrate on school work.   

Karen pulled me back to reality by saying, "Pete! Are you there?"

I lied and said, "Yes, but my mom's calling me. Can I call you back
later?"

"Sure, I'll be home."

I had to think about this, and I needed to talk to someone, so I went
to Amy's room. She was lying on the bed talking on the phone. When she
saw me standing in the doorway, she said, "I gotta go, I'll talk to
you tomorrow." Then, "Yeah, I missed you too." And she hung up.

I said, "The tennis guy?"

"Uh huh. What's up?"

I intended to talk to her about Karen, but seeing her lying there
confused me, and abruptly I said, "You and me -- Where are we?"

She stared at me and said, "Is that the reason you came in here?"

"Actually no. I want to talk to you about something."

"Okay, let's talk about that first."

I told her about the phone call from Karen, and she didn't act
surprised.
She said that she knew that Karen had a crush on me, and during the
last few months she had asked her several times about how Kristen and
I were getting along.

Then she mentioned that it might be a problem because of the incidents
I had told her about with Clair. I must have reacted strangely when
she said it, because she raised an eyebrow and said, "Something else
happened, didn't it?" So I told her about Cantil, and Clair's strange
behavior.

Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head. Then she got up and paced
around the room for a minute. Finally she said, "I don't know what to
say about Karen. She's a nice girl, but you guys are going to have a
hard time trying to figure out a way to get around this thing with her
family. If what you're telling me is true, it sounds like her mother
could be capable of almost anything. And if she loves telling Karen
about her adventures, she may be telling her husband as well, and that
could be a problem."

"But if she was telling him, wouldn't he be talking to me about it?"

"I don't know. They are a strange family."

I thought to myself, 'Yes they are, but you might think our family was
strange too, if you had seen Dad and Clair in the garage the night of
the party --"

But I didn't say that to her. Instead, I said, "Okay, but what about
you and me?"

"Any discussion about you and me is going to have to be on hold for a
while. A lot of things are going to happen in the next few days."

"Like what?" 

"Please don't ask me more. It hasn't all been finalized yet."

"Does it have something to do with you."

"Yes, and that's all I'm going to say. Now get out of here. I have
some more phone calls to make."

I went back to my room wondering what was going on. Was she going to
leave and go on the road with Kristen? Or worse, was she going off
with the tennis guy?

These thoughts were going through my mind when Mom called us for
dinner. Two of Erin's friends had stayed to eat with us, and I was
kind of glad. Their chatter kept me from thinking about what might be
going on with Amy.

After dinner Amy and I went back to our rooms. I sat for a while,
thinking about Mom having visited the Mariani house. Why had she been
there before, and why didn't I know about it. I decided that I would
think about Mom later and tried to figure out what to say to Karen. 
Finally I called Karen's house But I didn't use her private line. Mr.
Gilroy answered on the first ring. He said, "Clair!"

"No, Mr. Gilroy, it's Pete Baker."

"Oh. What is it, Pete?"

"I'd like to talk to you. Can I come over?"

"Is it about Clair? Is she with you?"

"Well, it is about her, but she isn't with me."

He sighed, then he said, "Sure. Come on over."

I told Mom that I'd be back early and I grabbed a shirt from the
closet. 
Something in the pocket made a rattling noise and I pulled out two
casino chips. They were hundred dollar chips, and I realized that it
was the shirt I had on when Brandy had that run of luck at the crap
table in Vegas. I put them in a drawer.

On the way to Mr. Gilroy's house a million things were running through
my mind. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I knew that I had
to have this conversation. It had been grinding on me for a while, and
I wanted to get it out of the way.

When I knocked at the door, he answered it immediately, and he looked
around me to see if I was alone. When he saw that I was, his face
dropped and he turned and went into the living room.

We sat down in the living room and he said, "Okay, Pete, where is she
and what does she want?"

Confused, I said, "Where is who, Mr. Gilroy?"

"You know who I mean. My wife, Clair! Hasn't she been with you?"

I didn't know how much he knew, so I said, "No, sir, not for a while."

I found out, when he said, "She told me she was with you in Cantil."

I cringed and said, "Yes sir, but I haven't seen her since then. Is
she missing?"

"When I came home on Thursday she was gone and she hasn't been back."

I was sure that he was aware I had been with Clair, and I wanted to
get this over with. So I said, "Mr. Gilroy, I know that you know that
I've been with your wife. I never planned it or pursued her; it just
happened. I'm grown up enough that I should know better, but she's a
beautiful woman, and awfully hard to resist. But I promise you that --" 

He waved his hand at me and interrupted. "I know, I know. You don't
have to go on. I don't blame you. You're not the only one. You saw her
when your father and I were -- uhh -- Well, you remember. But she's never
been gone this long before, and I'm worried." 

"Mr. Gilroy, she had a friend with her in Cantil, and she said that
Mrs. Gilroy is ill and it's getting worse. Isn't there something that
can be done?"

"Yes, Nicole is right. She is getting worse, and there is something I
can do. But it's dramatic stuff. I would have to send her to an
institution for long term, extensive therapy. It'll take at least a
year and maybe as much as two or three. I don't think I can stand to
be away from her for that long."

"You couldn't see her for the whole time?"

"Not at all for the first six months, then only once every week or so
for a while."

I took a deep breath and said, "But, Mr. Gilroy, you don't have a
choice. Your business takes you away a lot, and when you come home,
you never know where Mrs. Gilroy has been. It's not healthy for you or
her, and most importantly, it's not healthy for Karen."

He had been standing at the front window, and his head snapped around.
He said, "What the hell are you talking about?"

He was a little angry, but I was too, and I said, "Mr. Gilroy, Karen
and I are the same age. I like to think that I'm almost grown up, but
I still need my family. I know my Mom and Dad both love me, and I have
two great sisters. I can't imagine a better life. 

Karen has almost no one. You're almost never home and her stepmother
not only forced Karen's nanny out of the house, but she moved Karen to
the apartment over the garage, and when she does see her, she delights
in telling her about her sexual adventures."

His eyes were wide as he listened, and he said, "I didn't know she was
telling Karen about.. I mean, I never thought that.."

I said, "Wait, there's more. I've seen how Mrs. Gilroy behaves. You,
as a pharmacist, should know that it's only a matter of time before
she comes home with some kind of disease, and some of that stuff is
contagious. Do you want to subject both you and Karen to that?" 

Mr. Gilroy appeared angry. I don't know if it was because of what I
said, or because it was a kid telling it to him. He didn't say
anything for a minute, then he asked, "Is that the reason you came
over here? Did you come here to tell me that I was a fool and a bad
father?"

"No, sir. I came over for two reasons. I came to talk to you about
what has gone on between Mrs. Gilroy and me, and to promise you it
won't happen again. And I want to ask if it would be all right to date
Karen."

"And I suppose you want to know if it'll be okay to have sex with her
as well?"

It caught me by surprise, and I was trying to think of how to respond,
when a voice from the back of the room said, "We already have, Daddy."
and Karen stepped into the room.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+