Write me a story.
written by:
Billy Jack

Write me a story By Billy Jack I couldn't believe the day was finally over. The problem with owning a small business was that that when everyone else was done, you, the owner was still at it.

The weather in Missouri was the best it had been in decades. Usually by the time August arrived we would only be cutting lawns every two to three weeks. With the rains and the unseasonably lower temperatures, that old pattern was broken.

Not one week went by that every customer we had on the list got cut.

There was no down weeks, or short days, and from what the weather man said, it meant that it would be close to December before we'd put the mowers away for the season.

I couldn't wait to get home and showered so I could grab a quick bite and head to the computer room. I started writing short erotic novels for a site on the internet and I was in the middle of what I thought would be my best one yet.

My scores on most of my stories hung around the high eighties to mid nineties, and I was becoming well read around the world. My fan base continued to grow, and as the numbers increased so did my enthusiasm.

The readers that frequented the site often voted on the stories they'd read, and they'd score it from one to ten. The numbers you received as votes were added together and then divided by the number of voters, giving you your average score.

After I quick fried a burger and devoured it I moved to the computer room with a cold Bud Lite.

The first thing I always did before starting to write was to check the e-mail in hopes of getting good feedback. Most of the readers on the site were great people. They'd send personal emails, or post on the public forum about how much they enjoyed the stories.

Today I had seven e-mails waiting for me. I opened them one at a time, always making sure to send replies back to thank them for reading my story and telling them how much I appreciated their votes.

Before I opened the fifth one I sat my beer down and grabbed a cigarette from the pack. I was down to one pack a day, and for me that was good, I was up to three packs a day just two months earlier.

The email was from a reader who chose the user name of ‘thetightone'. She told me that she loved my latest story, and how I made her pussy so wet that she wore out a brand new set of batteries on her vibrator.

She told me that she loved how I used graphics on certain parts of the story, and generalized on others, thus making people use their own imaginations to conjure up the scene.

She told me that she'd read a lot of stories on the site, and that she liked most of them, but when she read mine she immediately fell in love with my writing style.

Towards the end of the e-mail she started asking personal questions about me. She wanted to know if I was married. If I ate pussy like my characters in the stories did, and she even asked me how big my cock was.

I normally don't respond to those type e-mails. I am smart enough to know that in a lot of cases it is men trying to impersonate a woman writing them trying to fuck with the author, but something intrigued me with the e-mail that I had to respond.

I told her that I was unmarried, lived in the Midwest, thirty three years old, and I had a better than average sized cock.

After I clicked the enter key on my keyboard I pulled up the story I'd started several days earlier. I was hoping to finish it tonight and get it posted by Wednesday.

I hadn't posted a story in nearly two weeks, and some of the people in my fan club started e-mailing me to see if I was sick. I told them I had a rough couple of weeks and didn't get to write much, but now that I saw that they are getting anxious, I promised them a story by next week.

The story was getting better with each paragraph. I think I even surprised myself by the quality of the story, as well as the detailed sex scenes. I sat and re-read it to check for mistakes, and to make sure of where I was at in the story before I moved forward. The story was so well written that I could feel my cock getting hard. I'd never gotten excited over my own story before. I have from stories by other authors, but none by my own.

Before I got to where I could start writing again I noticed the icon pop up at the bottom of the monitor telling me I had an e-mail.

I leaned back, took a puff of my cigarette and a swing of my beer, and then I hit the icon to take me to my unopened e-mails.

When I saw it was from ‘thetightone' I expected to open it and find that I'd been conned, that it was just one of the many friends I'd met since I joined the site, and that they were just fucking with me.

In the email she told me that she loved how I answered her questions, truthfully yet without answering them completely. She said that she was also unmarried, but that her unmarried husband was away for two weeks on a business trip to Peru.

Then she told that the Midwest covered a pretty large area, and she asked me to be a little bit more specific, if nothing more, at least the state.

I decided to relieve her of the suspense so I told her that I lived in Missouri, and that I had been divorced for nearly seven years.

I sent the email and before I had time to go get a fresh beer and take a piss, I had a return reply waiting on me.

When I opened it up the first thing I notice was that she'd sent an attachment, so before I read the message I opened it up.

The picture that popped up was a young lady of around twenty eight years of age wearing a white string bikini. She had long brown wavy hair that hung down and in front of her chest allowing only a small portion of her cleavage to show.

Her waist was slim and hardened from what had to be hundreds of hours of aerobic exercises, and her hips were the most perfect I'd ever seen.

After I spent what seemed like hours admiring her body I looked up at her face. She was gorgeous.

When I looked down at the message I saw her user name with the number sixty nine after the name, and a message that told me she was on Yahoo messenger, and that if I called her up for a chat we could learn more about each other.

My hands shook when I hit the smiley face to bring up my yahoo chat, and after I pulled up her page I typed in ‘hi' and hit the enter key.

I didn't really expect to get a reply, but within two seconds she replied with her own hi, and the question of was I Billy Jack.

"It is I," I typed in before I followed through with a "is this ‘thetightone'?" "My name is Carol" she responded, "are you really Billy Jack?"

"One and the same," I typed, "I'm glad to meet you Carol."

"I really love your stories" she told me. "Are they true?"

"Bits and pieces are," I answered her, "but like all smart authors, the names have been changed to protect the innocent. And the not so innocent as well. lol."

"You are so funny," she typed after what seemed like ten minutes of a blank screen. "Sorry I didn't respond right away. I am typing with one finger now. Do you want to know where my other hand is?"

"Okay," I answered, "now you got my curiosity peaked. Where is your other hand?"

"I tried to picture what you look like," she told me, "and I got myself horny. I am touching my pussy."

"Well if that is really a picture of you that you sent me," I started typing, "then I wish it was my hand there instead of yours."

"That picture was taken last week," she told me, "while we were at the lake. Do you like?"

"I love," I answered her. "You are a gorgeous woman."

"Thnx," she sent back to me.

"I would love to see more pictures of you if you have any," I typed. "You have an incredible body."

"I wish you were here with me," she responded even slower than before. "Do you have any pictures of you?"

Without answering I hit the picture sharing icon at the top of the site, and after it popped up I clicked on two pictures of me that I especially like.

"You are gorgeous as well," she texted me, "I would love to taste you."

"Now you are being a tease," I responded back, "that is cruel."

"Would you call me on the phone?" She asked. "My number is 812-422-4210."

"K," I typed in even as I picked up the phone to dial the number.

My heart was beating a mile a minute. I knew that even as I dialed it that it would be a wrong number, or that a man would answer, and after laughing hysterically, hang up on me.

"Hello Billy," she said with the sexiest phone voice I'd ever heard. I couldn't answer right away. I was breathless at the sound of her voice, and although my mouth moved, nothing came out.

"Hello Billy," she said with a worried voice, "are you there?"

Almost in a whisper I answered her, "yes, I'm here. I just didn't expect that voice."

‘What do you mean?" She asked even though I was sure she knew.

"I didn't think you were real," I told her. "I expected that you gave me a fake number, or that I would get a man on the phone if it was a real number."

"Are you disappointed?" She asked.

I could hear her breathing, and it sounded like it was becoming labored.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "You sound like you're almost out of breath."

"I am touching myself while we talk silly." She told me, "don't you have your gorgeous cock out stroking it while you talk to me?"

I'd never had phone sex before, or at least not to where I wanted to masturbate, but now I wanted my cock out and in my hand badly.

"Take your cock out baby," she purred into the receiver. "Let's work it to where we can cum at the same time."

I normally would have felt like a damn fool stroking my cock while talking to a gorgeous lady on the phone, but I was too horny to feel anything but my own excitement.

By the sounds of her breathing and her moans I knew she either had to be the best actress in the world, or she was really about to cum.

When I heard her moans growing louder I knew it wasn't an act, and the excitement hit me all at once. I opened up and before I could grab a Kleenex from the desk top I shot it down on the front of my jeans.

When she heard the sounds of me cumming she lost it. I could hear her loud moans, and then all of a sudden it came to an abrupt stop. When she let out a big gust of air I knew she'd gotten off as well.

I sat quietly and listened to her breathe until she had enough composure to talk.

"Would you write a special story for me?" She asked once she was able to talk again.

"Sure," I told her knowing that at that moment I would do anything she asked. "What do you want me to write about?"

"I want you to write a story about our sex." She said before she started to breathe hard again.

"But we haven't had sex," I told her, "but I could make a story up if you want."

"No," she told me, "I want it to be a true story."

"But how can I do that?" I asked her thinking that maybe she just wanted me to write about us talking while masturbating.

"Well," she said with a sexy sigh, "if you were to invite me to your house this weekend I'm sure we could get a good story out of it."

I felt light headed hearing what she said. I knew she was fucking with me now and I started to get upset.

"The 812 area code you put on the chat page, that's in Indiana isn't it?" I asked her just to make certain.

"Yes," she answered without following up with anything else.

"So what you're saying is that you will come here," I asked trying not to sound too cynical, "and you will stay the whole weekend. Then you want me to write about it?"

"Yes," she answered again with a one word reply.

I decided to go ahead and play along with her, so I gave her my address.

Within three minutes later she was asking me how far past six flags my turn off was.

I almost hung up. I didn't want to play any games with her or anyone else.

I was worked up with the anticipation of it happening, and now I felt that I was going to get shot down.

When she heard my skepticism she laughed and told me that she'd pulled up my address on map quest while we were talking, and she saw where six flag was along interstate 44. She was trying to estimate the driving time so she could give me an approximate time she would arrive.

After we got off the phone I programmed her number into my cell phone, and then I pulled up her picture from her e-mail attachment she'd sent me to study it some more. If that was really her in the picture then I felt that I had to be the luckiest man alive.

Before we got off the phone she'd told me how her husband was one of the top executives in a mining company and that he was rarely home. He spent half of his time in Peru, Africa, Southeast Asia, and anywhere else the company elected to send him. He was home only three or four days a month and when he was there he spend most of that time going over paperwork and making important calls. They rarely made love any more.

With his schedule as it was he was lucky to have time to even come home.

He knew his gorgeous wife saw other men, hell even he couldn't blame her, but she was smart enough not to fall in love with any of them. Her life was almost like that of a single rich woman. She could spend as much money as she wanted, on anything she wanted. His only concern was her discreteness. And so far he saw no signs of any other men at their house or their lake side cabin. Either she didn't bring them there, or she cleaned up extremely well after they left.

I couldn't get Carol out of my mind. I knew I was going to build myself up and either she wouldn't show up, or when she did I would find out that the picture she'd sent me on the internet was actually ten years old, and she was ninety pounds heavier.

I finished the story I'd started and I submitted it just as I said I would and I got a lot of responses on it. They said it started out fantastic but that towards the end something happened. It was if I sat it down and someone else came along and finished it. When I pulled it up and re-read it

I saw what they meant, and I immediately pulled it from the site with a promise to rework the ending and resubmit it sometime next week.

I knew I wouldn't be able to put my mind to it and make it right, not until Carol came and went. It would only be two more days until she was to arrive, and hopefully when she left I would have my mind back to normal. We talked on the phone each night just before bedtime. Carol told me she wanted it to be my voice she heard just before she dozed off to sleep.

Each time she called the conversation always moved towards sex. She wanted me to make up stories and tell them to her while she touched herself, and in each story she wanted me to use myself as the main character.

She especially loved it when I told her I was fucking some gorgeous woman and either her sister or a close friend walked in and quickly joined in on the fun.

She loved to hear my stories about threesomes, but only with me and two ladies, never about me, another guy, and a lady.

The third day we spoke on the phone she admitted that she also liked women, and that she had a girl close to where she lived that came by occasionally and they played. She loved to tell me what they did when she came by, and she was extremely graphic when she told me about the two of them eating each other's pussies.

It was Thursday, and it would be tomorrow night at seven when Carol was expected. Although my house was always clean, I felt that it was dirty. I got out the bucket I kept my cleaning supplies in and started out in the living room. I did a deeper clean than most cleaning companies, and when I was done my house sparkled.

It wasn't that my house was really dirty. I was more or less looking for ways to get my mind of off this weekend. Time moved slowly, and I felt that if I stayed busy doing something it would move much faster.

I busted my ass Friday at work to get done by three. I wanted to get home, shave, shower and change before five. I‘d bought several good sized thick steaks and I planned to have them ready by the time she pulled in the driveway. She promised to call the minute she got off interstate 64 and started west bound on 44. That would give me plenty of time to get it prepared and the table set before she got here.

It would take about forty five minutes for the baked potatoes to get done, and that was about how long it took to get to my house from where she would call from.

I expected to hear from her at six. She had the trip well charted and she used a calculator to figure out the times. She used the same system pilots used when they charted a flight plan.

By seven fifteen I hadn't heard a word from her. I started to think that I'd been duped. I'd been so excited and worked up that I'd stopped thinking about it being a hoax and started planning the weekend.

I couldn't believe I'd allowed myself to be conned so easily. With the phone conversations and the online chatting I started feeling a relationship building. I never considered it to be anything but a planned weekend by our third conversation.

When the ring blared out at me at seven thirty five I nearly broke my foot getting to my phone. It was Carol.

She told me she had just gotten on interstate 44 and she hoped to see me within the hour. She suggested that we hold off on the steaks until tomorrow night, that she didn't like to eat so late, she had to watch her figure.

We talked nearly the whole time she was driving. She told me she was just passing the Chrysler assembly plant and that she was coming up on Valley Park. I told her to watch for a park after she crossed the Meramec River. The park was where Times Beach use to be before the big Dioxin scare and the government bought out all the homeowners. After incinerating the six foot of soil they put it back and turned it into a state park.

When she told me she was near my exit we hung up the phone and I went outside to watch for her. She was in a silver Mercedes convertible and she would be watching for me.

When I looked down the street and saw her car coming around the bend I felt my heart rate increasing. I hadn't ever been this nervous or anxious in my life.

When she pulled into the driveway I moved up to open her door for her and I felt light headed. She looked exactly like the picture she'd sent me, except now she wasn't in the bikini. She wore a short white skirt, light blue button up blouse, and a white pair of strap sandals.

After she got out of the car she moved in and hugged me tightly before stepping back, and with both of my hands in hers, she leaned back and looked me up and down.

"You look just like your picture," she told me. "I was so worried that the pictures you'd sent me were old and when I got her I would find a short bald fat man."

I didn't have the guts to tell her I had those basic thoughts about her too. I pretty well knew when to stay silent and look like an idiot rather than open my mouth and prove it.

I could see the sparkle in her eyes and I knew she was happy with the way I looked.

I gave her the three dollar tour of the house before we moved into the living room to talk. Before we got into a heavy conversation I got up and went to the kitchen and made us two large margaritas so we could maybe drink them and loosen up.

I found out by talking to her that she had the same thoughts about me that I had about her. We both thought each other were phonies and that we would be disappointed when we met, but now that we were together everything was going to be alright.

Like with our phone conversations it didn't take long before we got into a heavy conversation about sex. She wanted to see what I was working on for the site so I took her to the computer room and showed her the story I was re-working, and then I told her about the many fan complaints.

She sat on the desk directly in front of where I sat in my office chair and she twisted her body to see the monitor to read. While she read I leaned back and studied her body and her face. She was actually better than I had imagined. She was so gorgeous I didn't want her to ever leave.

While she read the story I could see her breathing had gotten heavier, and her nipples poked out against her blouse.

"That is so fucking hot," she said as she grabbed her crotch like men usually did to show that it excited them. "Is this based on a true story?"

"No," I answered, "this is one from my perverted imagination."

"Well I like your perverted imagination," she told me. "I hope your imagination runs wild with us tonight."

I wanted her so badly. I wanted to lay her back on my desk and shove my head between her legs and eat her until she flooded my face with her delicious cum.

When she started to move I thought she was getting off of the desk, but instead she moved to where she was able to put a foot on both sides of my legs. When I looked down at her legs I could see all the way up her skirt, and I could easily see that she didn't have any panties on.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked me while she leaned in to kiss me.

I moved the chair closer to the desk, and while her tongue explored my mouth I started rubbing her inner thighs with both hands. I could hear, as well as feel the vibrations of her moans and purrs as she savagely attacked my tongue with her own.

"I want you so bad," she told me when she moved back several inches from my lips. "I want to feel your tongue on my body. Do to me what the men in your stories do to their women."

I stood up and moved several stacks of unfinished stories and then slowly eased her onto her back. Then I moved back to my chair and pulled in to her even closer.

I lowered my head to her legs and starting at her knee caps I slowly licked and kissed her soft skin. Each time I moved up towards her crotch she spread her legs outward in hopes that I would continue my journey up to her wet pussy.

But I wasn't about to move that fast. I wanted to make it last. I wanted to build her up slowly before I started to move her closer to her orgasm.

While I licked her inner thighs she ran her fingers through my hair and told me repeatedly how much I excited her, and how good my tongue felt on her skin.

When I moved in closer towards her pussy I could smell the sweet aroma coming from her. The smell was intoxicating and I had to fight myself to keep from moving faster and taking her right then and there.

When I looked up at her face I saw that she had her eyes closed while her tongue licked her lips continuously.

I had to fight my inner self to keep from sinking my head in to her pussy and devouring her. I wanted to do just like the men in my stories did. I wanted her to beg me to take her. I moved within inches of her wet pussy before I backed up, and each time I could feel her tighten up each time I moved away.

"Stop teasing me." She shouted as she put her hand behind my head and pulled me towards her pussy. "Eat my pussy and make me cum."

Although she didn't beg, I felt it was sufficient enough, so I kissed back towards her pussy.

When my nose slid against her clit I felt her body jerk slightly and I heard a loud sigh.

I couldn't believe how wet she'd gotten. Her clit was swollen and stuck out proudly as I slid my tongue over the cap and pressed in on her.

When she felt my tongue working on her clit she became very verbal.

"Awww baby," she moaned loudly. "Eat my pussy. Make me cum on you. I want to feel your tongue inside me."

I slowly and deliberately lick down her slit until I reached her vagina.

When I slid my tongue inside her I knew she loved how it felt. I brought my tongue to the upper most area of her opening, and as I added pressure I moved my hand between her legs and under my chin until I had two fingers slid deep up inside her.

Every so often she'd yelp and pull my head in tighter. Each time I hit her G-spot I could feel her body tighten before loosening back up.

The taste of her pussy was habitual and I knew I could very easily get used to the taste of her. It had a slight musk taste and slightly salty. It wasn't like any other pussy I'd ever eaten before. She made all the other women I'd been with seem insignificant.

Each time I moved up and licked her clit she pulled my head in tighter until I could barely breathe.

"Fuck baby," she screamed as she pulled my head in tighter. "I haven't ever had anyone eat me like you do. You make me so wet."

When I moved my head downward to lick on her hole she moved her legs onto my shoulders and let her feet hang down on my back. Each time I touched a spot that she wanted me to work longer she pulled her feet in on my back to keep me in place.

When I moved my mouth back up and sucked her swollen clit in, I could tell she was dangerously close to cumming. Her breathing grew even deeper and her moans were louder and closer together. Each time she felt she was there she clamped her legs together to hold me still.

Although she held my head in place I kept my tongue busy on her hardened clit. She squealed each time she clamped down on my head, and I continued to work on her with only my tongue.

When I lifted her slightly off of the desk and started to lick my way to her anus she went wild.

"Fuck," she screamed at the top of her lungs, "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

When she felt my tongue slide up inside her asshole she completely lost it.

Her body bounced up and down on the surface of the desk and twisted violently to each side. I had to hold on with both of my hands to keep her from pulling or twisting away from me. She wasn't trying to get away, it was that she had gone wild and her body was doing everything on its own.

When I felt her body tighten up and noticed she'd stopped breathing I knew what was coming next.

When she came she pulled hard on my head as her cum gushed from her tight pussy. She screamed with each release of her fluids, and each scream grew louder than the one before.

When I felt her body go completely relaxed I knew I'd done what I intended to do. I hoped that she would see me as the best lover she'd ever had but I knew that was asking for too much. With her looks and body I was sure she'd had her fair share of good men with talented tongues, and I only hoped to be rated up there with the best of them.

I leaned back in the chair and rubbed her inner thighs while I let her relax.

Her breathing had slowly returned to normal and her moans had toned down to a steady purr.

"My God," she said in almost a guttural voice, "you are fucking good."

"I am out to please," I told her and immediately wished I had remained silent. I didn't want her to think that my being with her was more like work. I was with her because I truly enjoyed her.

I had to fight an inner battle to stop myself from falling in love with her. It would do no one anyone any good to fall in love. She was married to a very rich man, and she would be a fool to leave him for what l had to offer her.

Once Carol had her breath back and her strength returned she told me to stand up and take off my jeans. Then she told me to trade places with her.

I moved up and sat on the desk while she slid in the chair I had just vacated. I knew I was in for a blow job that would top any I had ever had, I only hoped I didn't cum so quickly that I wouldn't get to enjoy it.

"You lied," she said as she took my cock in her hand and started to stroke me, "you are much bigger than just average."

I leaned back using my arms as props while I watched her slide her hand up the shaft until she came to the crown, and then she continued up until she had the head under her palm.

I'd never had such a talented hand on me before, and I was worried about my staying power. I usually lasted as long as I wanted, or felt I needed. I usually chose when to cum, but now I doubted that I would have the choice with Carol. She could get me off as fast as she wanted, or she could drag it out and make it last longer.

When she leaned forward and started to lick up and down the sides of my shaft I felt defenseless. I couldn't hold back any longer than she'd allow me.

"Please watch me suck your cock," she said when she lifted her head up to talk, "it is so sexy when you watch."

I couldn't respond even if I had something to say. I would have appeared to be a babbling idiot.

When I saw her licking the head I knew she was just about ready to show her real talents. I watched closely while she opened her mouth and slid her lips over the head and slowly slid down on me. I felt my respiration building at a rapid rate and I knew I was in trouble.

About half the women I'd been with were able to deep throat me while the other half could only take it in to the back of their mouths, but with Carol she slowly slid down until her mouth was pressed firmly against the base of my pelvis.

She moaned the whole time she moved her lips on me, and that added that much more to the excitement.

As she moved her mouth up towards the head she used her hand to corkscrew around the base. I finally figured out what she was doing. She was trying to get me off as fast as she could. She wanted to show who had the power in our sex, and I knew it wasn't going to be me.

When she felt me on the brink of cumming she started moving faster. I didn't know what she wanted me to do when I got ready to cum. Did she want me to forewarn her, did she want me to pull out before I came, or did she want me to unload in her mouth?

When she started using her teeth to scrape lightly on the underside of my cock the decision started to become harder. When she saw that I was ready to cum she put her hands on my hips and refused to let me pull away.

When I let go and started to unload in her mouth I couldn't peel my eyes off of her. She let her mouth fill first, and then she swallowed fast so she could allow more in.

She continued to suck my cock until I was completely limp, and then she pulled her mouth away.

She stood up and moved in and held me tightly while she reached down and started to massage my balls. She wasn't ready to finish up our session. She wanted me to get hard again so I could fuck her, and of course I wasn't one to protest.

While she massaged me I carefully helped her remove her clothes. She had the best body on any woman I'd ever been with, and I couldn't keep my eyes or my hand off of her.

Her tits were well shaped, and for as big as they were they were super firm, and they were real, not implants.

After we were both naked we moved to the bedroom, and while she got comfortable I lit the five scented candles that I always kept on the dresser as well as the two on the nightstands.

When I moved over to lie next to Carol I couldn't believe how I had gotten so lucky. She was an incredible woman, and I could feel myself rapidly falling in love with her. But it was a love I would have to keep to myself. I didn't want to add any drama or problems in her life, so I planned to enjoy her for as long as she allowed me.

When she rolled over to face me I could see that something was on her mind, so I raised up on my elbow and leaned in to ask if anything was wrong.

"I'm scared," she told me as her eyes welled up in tears.

"I don't understand," I responded, "what do you have to be scared of?"

"I feel comfortable with you," she started telling me, "maybe too comfortable. I am starting to really care about you."

"So what is wrong with that?" I asked her.

"I don't want to fall in love and be hurt." She told me. "I love my husband, but I am not in love with him. So if I met someone I was in love with it wouldn't bother me to leave him."

"But look what you would be giving up first," I told her. "I don't have nearly what he has. I own a small lawn care business, but I don't bring in anything like he does."

"The money doesn't mean as much to me as you think," she told me in a stern voice. "I can live without it. I didn't have much before I married him and I survived."

"What are you saying?" I asked her while trying to keep my excitement in check.

"I'm rapidly falling in love with you." She told me as she rolled onto her back. "But I don't want to fall for you if you can't love me back."

"I'm already in love with you," I told her before I realized I had said it. "But I can't ask you to give up a lifestyle you have now. I work hard and I have to save money to survive on just to last the winter. Then I have to save more to start up the next season with. Winters here are tight for me. Could you really live that way after having the life you currently have?"

"In a heartbeat," she said without having to think about it.

"So what do you want?" I asked her. "What do you want to happen now?"

"I know this sounds ridiculously fast, but I honestly think I am in love with you." She told me as she rolled back to face me. "I know I'm moving fast, but I want to be with you. You make me feel whole. I've never felt this way with anyone before."

"Let's be smart about this," I told her. "You have a great life. I feel that down the road you would resent me. Go home with your husband and think about if you really want to be with me, or with him and a better lifestyle. Look around at what you will be walking away from before you do. Come see me as often as you can, or want, and if you still feel that way in one year, then we can be together permanently."

"The one year won't make a difference," she started telling me, "but I understand why you feel that way. You don't really know me well, and you may think I am a kook for falling so fast. But I know me, and I will wait the full year if it will bring you piece of mind."

"I would feel much better if I knew you were making the decision with your brain and not your heart alone." I responded. "Don't get me wrong. I would love for you never to leave here. But I don't want you for a short time and then hear that you made a mistake. If we do get together, I want it for life."

When Carol heard me say what was on my mind her tears fell freely down both cheeks. She knew I wanted her as badly as she wanted me, but not just for a few years, it was forever or nothing.

When she rolled over on top of me I could feel her heart beating against my chest. She was happy that I wanted and loved her, but she hurt because we would have to wait a year to make it permanent.

When she felt my hard cock pressed against her stomach she slid down and carefully positioned my cock to slide up inside her.

"I love you," she said as she slowly eased down on me.

Watch for part two. Will they be able to make it work and wait the full year, or will they go their separate ways before the year is up?

note: part 2 will start where this part ended.