Dear Sweet Dee
written by:
Thesandman

Author's note: In the telling of this story, for obvious reasons, all names, places except for the time frames as noted have been changed/disguised to protect the confidentiality of everyone involved in this story. And please note for content of the story, all persons are 18 or older.

Dear Sweet Dee

Her name was Darlene Dimpledale, which is perhaps why she'd gone by the name Dee Dee, or simply Dee, for about as long as I'd known her. Which by now had been a very, very long time indeed.

My parents and I had lived next door to Dee and her husband Frank for years. I was an only child, and as I came to find out early on, Frank and Dee Dee never had any either. Though the reason for that was something I never found out as to why. But as such, Dee had taken to me as a second mother of sorts, always inviting me over for milk and cookies, and then later on when school was out for the summer, watching out and taking care of me. Something my mother was very appreciative of, as she and dad both had to work back then.

I didn't mind it at all either. Even as young as I was back then, I had a secret crush on Dee Dee, though the feelings I had back then weren't any I could really put my finger on as to why. I just liked her for some reason. Though perhaps it was because she was such a great cook, better than mom was, though I'd certainly never once told her that. But she was a great baker too. Always making pies, cookies...cakes. I found myself preferring to hang around with her during the day, more so than running off to play with friends. At times, she actually shooed me outside in order to force me into doing so, rather than hanging around with her all day.

And then Frank died. It was for a time one of the saddest times I'd ever been through. I had come to think of them as a surrogate Aunt and Uncle, even going so far as to call them that. It was a period of several long lonely months that Dee just seemed to withdraw into herself, and perhaps even age a little bit faster in the process. At most, she was only a few years older than my own mother, but I saw her begin to take on the look of a run down, lonely woman in a very short period of time.

I had just turned sixteen when Frank passed away.

It was now time to give back after all those years she had looked after, and taken care of me. With mom and dad's full approval of course, I continued to spend as much time as I could helping her out around the house. Doing odd jobs, mowing the lawn, raking up leaves, taking the trash out, whatever she needed doing, I was always Johnny on the spot. Never once did I feel obligated, put out, or put off in having to do things for her, no matter what they were.

Gradually, she slowly started to act like her old self once again. She'd even began putting on makeup again, something I hadn't seen her do in a very long time. She had even dyed her hair, taking out the few strands of grey she'd allowed to remain up until then. The moment she did that, looking ten, if not fifteen years younger again. Now even looking younger than my own mother was.

By the time I had turned seventeen, only one year away from graduation now, we'd gotten into such a place of comfortable familiarity with one another, that I had found myself being able to talk to her about things, subjects I could never discuss with either mom or dad. Sometimes they were personal things, and later as I'd actually started dating girls, they became even more intimate in nature. It happened so gradually, so smoothly that never not once did I think either one of us was uncomfortable or really embarrassed because of it. Dee became a sounding board for me, offering advice, and even at times, a few related personal experiences of her own time growing up as a teenager. It was nice, not to mention interesting, getting a perspective on things from a woman's point of view. I think it helped me understand girls a hell of a lot more than most, though even in understanding, it didn't always help me cope with the difficulties of raging hormones, or the adolescent silliness of growing up. For myself, or the girls. Dee just sat acting amused, remembering perhaps, and then would sit down and talk to me about it.

Like I said. I almost preferred spending time with her as opposed to spending it with any of my friends. Such was our relationship. And then one day, something profound changed things, and set things on a whole new course quite unexpectedly.

I had recently turned eighteen, graduation was only a couple of months away, and though it was my intention to further my education, I was also seriously considering entering into the service. I had a lot on my mind at the time. Decisions to make, and another one that I hadn't as yet told anyone about. Her name was Marjorie. My girlfriend. We'd been dating of course for well over a year now. Things had quite naturally progressed in the 'curiosity' department for both of us. Though Marjorie had told me early on, that she was saving it for when she got married, or baring that...only for sure if she felt like she had found the man she loved would she consider taking it that far even before marriage. Marjorie and I had spent the last weekend in the front seat of my car going far beyond anything we had ever done up until then, just short of actually having intercourse, "going all the way" as we called it. It had been the most exciting time of my entire life up until then. But it had also left me wondering as well. Marjorie had hinted at the fact that she might..."might" she had said it twice, have a big surprise to give me on my birthday. Well, not quite on my birthday as that was in the middle of the week. But very possibly on the weekend after that. A weekend in which her parents were going to be away. The implications of that, without coming right out and saying it...were obvious.

I was nervous, excited, apprehensive, curious...and scared to death. And when I went over to mow the lawn on Saturday morning, Dee could see that something was bothering me and invited me inside. It had actually been a long time now since we'd just sat down and talked the way we used to do. Busy life, schedules...trying to grow up had naturally put some distance between us. But even with all that, we still had a smile to share, or a friendly word or two to give one another every time we saw one another. But again, it had been a long time since we'd just sat down together and had a nice long comfortable chat.

Unfortunately, I knew going in, as did she...this wasn't going to be one of those. Even though we both sat smiling at one another just like old times.

"Ok Jimmy," she began..."Spit it out, what's going on?"

By now of course I went by Jim. No one, and I mean no one called me Jimmy any more. Even mom had quit calling me by that name the day I turned sixteen and informed everyone...mom and dad especially, I wasn't a little boy any more, and that Jim, not Jimmy was the name I would answer to. The only one who did...still did, and who could honestly get away with it was Dee. To her, I'd be Jimmy no matter how old I was.

It was as though Dee knew my thoughts before I did. Just like the time I'd gone into my father's workshop looking for some nails for a clubhouse the other guys and I were building. For years there'd been this one cabinet that dad had kept locked, and his one and only warning to me back then had been to "Stay the fuck out!" I knew he was serious, because dad never said 'fuck' unless he meant it. So I had...until that very moment. Reason being, I noticed the lock wasn't actually locked. It had been left hanging open. I stood there staring at it, wondering what secrets existed behind that "fuck-lock" as I called it. But being the curious teenager that I was, I opened the cabinet, and then just stood there staring at it.

"Why on earth would dad feel it necessary to lock up a bunch of old dirty rags and service and maintenance manuals?" Standing there peeking in, that's initially all I could see at first. Until I raffled through a few of the books on the stack. Suddenly I knew why. It was a stash of dirty magazines. I certainly knew mom would come unglued if she knew dad had these, which is partially why he kept them out here in the shed of course. But the fact he even had them to begin with was an eye-opening moment for me. Dad wasn't the prude I'd always thought him to be. I quickly rummaged through the stack, glad that mom and dad were at work so I didn't fear anyone coming up on me while I was flipping through a few. Selecting two that I found quite interesting, I hurried back outside to where my friends stood waiting for me.

"Hey Jim, where's the nails?" Bob Petersen, my best friend and buddy asked me curiously as I shielded the books against myself, running towards them. His eyes suddenly opening wide when he saw me doing that. "Hey man...wha'd ya find?"

"Inside!" I said blowing past everyone. Though we still had some finishing work to do yet, the clubhouse for the most part was nearly finished. We'd even dragged in an old worn out couch and a chair as part of the décor, which I immediately plopped down in, holding the books out for everyone there to see. There were five of us in total, now sitting around passing the books around as we took turns quickly leafing through them.

"Fuck!" Bob said actually slipping his hand down inside his pants. "I'm getting horny!"

Don't laugh...it was the first time I'd ever heard the word. "Horny? What the hell's that?" I asked, though delighted to find out, I wasn't the only one that didn't know what it meant.

"This!" He exclaimed taking his hard swollen cock out, and immediately began jacking himself off. I too had been masturbating for a while now, as had we all...but never together, and certainly never in front of one another, or even admitting to one another that we ever did. But Bob being Bob, and basically the leader amongst us continued to do so, all the while looking at the magazines.

It was after when I'd gone over to Dee's to finish moving some things out of the house she was donating to charity that we had our first real serious discussion. I was abnormally quiet perhaps, a little withdrawn in a way, still struggling with what had happened earlier in the day inside our clubhouse.

"Sit down Jimmy...talk to me. What is it that's troubling you anyway?"

Like I said in the beginning. Dee might have been older than mom by a few years, but I didn't really look at her that way. We were friends more than anything else. Close friends, the kind of friend you could say anything too. At least that's the way Dee had taught me to believe with her. She'd kept secrets, confidences in the past. Maybe it hadn't been over anything quite this intimate, or "naughty-bad" as I now thought of it...but I still felt like I could trust her, not even being embarrassed about telling her what I'd found, and then what the guys and I had done while looking at the magazines together.

In a way...it was almost a relief to see the small knowing smile on her face as she sat there until I had told her everything. Every single detail without interrupting me even once.

"So what's the problem?" She asked. "You feeling guilty? Bad you did that?"

"Well yeah...sorta," I answered back.

"Good! You should feel guilty! For disobeying your father and getting into his cabinet, whether it was locked or not! But not for doing what you did with your friends afterwards," she said a bit more softly. "It's perfectly natural Jimmy," she told me. "Everyone does it...including me," she'd added, though the workings of that escaped me for the moment. But she continued before I could ask her a much more personal question, sidetracking me perhaps...wisely. "If you're feeling guilty about masturbating in front of your friends, or them doing the same in front of you...don't be. It's a perfectly normal, natural curiosity that all young men go through, even if most of them never admit to it. So don't go beating yourself up for it. If anything, enjoy this time of self-exploration, learn about yourself. And don't rush things either...you'll learn all about girls soon enough."

That however had been the conversation that had opened the door. After that, we talked openly, candidly about anything and everything. Whenever I had a question, or had heard something...I came to Dee and asked her. And I honestly have to say, I came away each and every time with an honest and complete answer. Dee never once held back, told me what it was I wanted to know, didn't go overboard, never gave me more than I'd asked, nor more than she felt I needed to know at the time to satisfy my curiosity or question.

Such then became the nature of our relationship. Dee became the best friend I ever had.

It was like going back in time. Dee sat waiting for me to do just that. Spit it out. Normally, or rather in the past I'd found it easy to do so. But it had after all been a while. Would she still be as receptive as she once was? Would I shock her by what I was considering, dealing with? I realized even as I asked myself that question, the answer was no. Not Dee.

"I think Marjorie wants to have sex...you know, intercourse, this weekend...tonight," I said running everything together...spitting it all out so to speak.

"I see. And what do you want?" She asked me point blank. "Do you want to have sex with her? And if I may ask Jimmy...are we talking about losing our virginity here if you do?"

Oh she was indeed the wise one. She had always asked things in such a way that it forced you to honestly think about them before answering. Giving her an honest answer in return, especially as she'd always given me one.

"Yeah, I do. I mean...well, we've sort of done everything else but that," I freely admitted to her, doing so without reservation, though I did notice she raised her eyebrows just a little upon hearing that. "And yeah...we both are," I added then, though hearing the reluctance in my own tone of voice upon hearing myself say that.

"You're not ready. Not even now," she said equally as soft, but yet a bit more firmly. "If you were Jimmy...you wouldn't be hesitating right now. If Marjorie is the right girl for you, and I'm not speaking about waiting until you get married before you decide to do that. Heaven's knows...Frank and I certainly didn't. And I didn't lose mine to Frank in the first place. I lost my virginity to a man older than I was, who knew what he was doing, and to whom I will forever be grateful."

"No shit? Really?" I asked, forgetting my manners for a moment as I had hardly ever sworn in front of Dee before. Luckily, she laughed it off though, not even chastising me for the obscenity.

"Yeah, but I was ready. I knew it was what I really wanted, even though I knew there was no future in it for he and I. That's not what it was about for me. And it shouldn't be for you either. If Marjorie's the one...she'll wait. Just as you should. If she isn't...well, then you won't be looking back on this moment years from now and wishing that you really had waited. You want my advice Jimmy?" She asked. Which she always did. Just like that. And then she waited, never offering, never giving it, unless I honestly and truly wanted to hear it. And for sure...this time I did.

"Yeah, I would Dee. I really, really would."

"You said you've done everything else. Can I assume from that, you've pleasured her orally?"

Ok, don't laugh. I obviously still had a lot to learn here. "Her?"

Though she did. "Yes Jimmy...her," she chuckled a bit. "I take it, she's pleasured you that way, taken your cock into her mouth, sucking it."

I had seriously forgotten how candid she could be with me. I guess most would have thought she'd have used the more clinical term, "penis" when describing that particular male appendage. But...she'd said cock in front of me before, and pussy too. So hearing her say that didn't exactly set me back on my haunches. Now...hearing her say, "sucking it" did. That was indeed a sex thing, a describing what you do...or wanted to do, or did sort of sex thing...sex act. But I sat there asking myself the question, suddenly everything else no longer important to me. "Had she?" Obviously she must have, but it wasn't exactly something you normally sat there and pondered over. Until now.

"Ah yeah...she has. And ah no...I ah...I ah, haven't," I stammered just a bit, finally admitting to her I hadn't reciprocated in that way. Though to be perfectly honest about it, the subject of my doing that to her...for her, hadn't exactly come up either. Obviously...we hadn't done just about everything. There were still a few things. Well...a whole bunch of things actually, we hadn't done.

"I see," She said again sitting back in her chair, rocking a little, that same knowing bemused smile on her face. "So tell me Jimmy...have you?"

"No." I said easily, honestly...and sincerely. I never had. Never even thought about it until that very moment. And perhaps to some, when that moment came, they'd think about it, wonder about it, hesitate, and maybe even, find it disgusting or a revolting thought. But not me. I sat there, not realizing I was actually becoming aroused, not just yet anyway, though I was. But my mind was lost in the thought...actually licking pussy, not just fingering the way I had done. Which had been pleasurable and exciting enough in its own way. At least I wasn't so naive that I didn't know what a clit was, or that it felt good to a girl when you touched it, played with it. But I'd never actually considered licking it...until now. But not only that. As the image suddenly filled my head, as I sat there imagining myself actually doing that, it suddenly dawned on me. It wasn't Marjorie's pussy I was considering or thinking about doing that to. It was Dee's! It was the image once again of her standing there in her backyard, naked...taking the sheets down off the line. Only in my mind, I was kneeling there in front of her, also naked...rigidly hard, my fingers pulling her pussy lips apart, that sweet delicious looking clit of hers (I could only imagine it being so of course) as I knelt there licking it.

"Jimmy? Jimmy? Earth to Jimmy!" She said shaking me back to the present.

"Oh sorry..." I said feeling my face reddening; though I am sure Dee took it for embarrassment on my part as she shook her head positively at me.

"My advice," she then said sitting up again in her rocking chair. "Tell her you'd rather wait, not rush into it for one thing. I'm willing to bet, she's not really ready either Jimmy, and I'm willing to bet you one of my home-made pies, that she'll thank you for it afterwards, if you don't. But...maybe what you should do, is surprise her."

"How?"

"By doing what she's already done for you, by going down on her...or rather, licking her pussy if you will."

God I was hard, sitting there hearing her say that. Once again the image however, not of Marjorie, my girlfriend...but of Dee. And I knew at that very moment, I wasn't ready. Not with Marjorie anyway...I liked her. I liked her a lot. But I knew at that very moment. I wasn't in love with her. And doing something, like taking advantage of that, taking her virginity when I wasn't, or giving mine to her either for that matter, wasn't something either one of us should be doing under the circumstances. And to be perfectly honest about it, I now had to wonder about the rest of it too.

"But...I've never done it, not even sure how to do it for one thing. And what if...she doesn't like it? Or doesn't want me to?"

Once again she laughed. "Oh honey...one thing you're going to soon learn about women. We all love having our cunts licked."

OK...THAT was a new one. Cunt was a thing guys spoke about to one another, cunt...pussy...split, snatch, twat...hell, we had a bunch of names (never vagina though...isn't that funny?) But hearing a woman use a guys word (back then it was anyway) or...maybe not. Regardless, hearing Dee use it. Well...that damn near pulled the trigger on the gun in my holster.

She sighed then, her eyes closed as though remembering she once had. "Or at least I certainly used to," she added even more softly than anything she'd said before, which is also when I noticed a small tear run down the side of her face, which she hurriedly wiped away, turning as though hoping I hadn't seen it. Too late. I had.

"You're crying!" I said standing out of worry and concern for her, totally forgetting for the moment that in doing so, I had inadvertently displayed myself. Not something I would have normally done, and now painfully aware of the fact that I had as she was looking down, or rather at me...which then drew my own head down paying attention to myself. Had it been any other moment in history...I'd have probably been proud. I don't think I'd ever been that hard, that full...that erect, my jeans bulging out so much so, that a blind man (or woman) would have felt the change in the air surrounding it.

And then I said a word I'd never once said in front of her before. "Fuck! Dee! I'm sorry!"

**

Once again she had laughed, but put me immediately at ease. "It's ok Jimmy, I've said that one a few times myself," she continued chuckling, though her eyes remained glued to the very obvious, very pronounced erection sticking out of my pants. "I think though...it's probably time for you to return home and perhaps get ready for this evening. Just remember what I told you...if it feels right, then ok. If it doesn't...well then, you've still got plenty of time before you rush into anything."

She actually stood then, walking forward to hug me. (Yeah...picture this), so I'm bending (or bowing if you prefer) trying very delicately here not to poke her in the stomach with what is a very obvious, almost painful erection. She's still chuckling while we do this, giving me a soft little kiss on the cheek as she did. Now that's not abnormal either, but it did seem to linger for like a split second longer than usual, not to mention the fact, bowed/bent as I am, for some reason her fairly large full breasts seemed to press against me a bit more than normally as well. And of course, that did little if anything to squelch the predicament I now found myself in.

I finally backed away, or rather almost pushed away, just as she did, that damndable smile still on her face, and worse, another obvious glance downwards towards my crotch as we did that.

"Maybe...you should do something about that before tonight," she now laughed pleasantly, and even sighed when she said that. "Ah...to be young again," she finished, and then stood there at the doorway waving at me as I hurriedly (somewhat still stooped over mind you) towards my place.

Luckily for me, no one was home, so I managed to make it upstairs to my room without any further incidents. But, I had already made the decision to indeed "do something about it" as Dee had said, even if Marjorie and I ended up "doing it" or doing other things later on this evening.

What I now knew however...strange as it sounded. And what likewise bothered me to some extent, was the fact I knew with one hundred percent certainty, that I wasn't in love with Marjorie. The person I was in love with...was Dee.

**

Once inside my room, I literally tore my clothes off jumping onto my bed. I honestly believe this was the horniest I had ever been, which was odd in a way, as except for a little erotic banter between us, and the kiss...and the feel of Dee's soft full breasts pushing against me, well hell...there just wasn't much more than that. Certainly not enough that it should have made me this horny, this aroused. And yet...I was. I didn't have one of those monster cocks you're always hearing about. Average sized perhaps, though I was a bit thicker around than most I suppose. But what I was at the moment, was fucking harder than I ever remembered being before. Looking down at my own dick, the head of it seemed to have ballooned up to mushroom size, a dark deep purple color in fact, which was again something relatively new to me. I wrapped my fist around it, squeezing it...watched the emergence of not just one droplet, but a sudden runoff of pre-cum fuck batter, and then did so again, producing yet another pearly little silly string of juice that now clung to my fingers like a spider-web.

After I had spent several long minutes just teasing the shit out of myself, I began pumping it seriously up and down. Slowly at first, but with ever increasing rapidity as my mind suddenly went into overdrive. I now found myself accessing archives that I had long since locked away in memory, not a whole lot of them mind you, and not many that probably most guys would have held onto for their masturbatory fantasy material. But the truth of it was, each and every one of them had something to do with Dee for as far back as I could remember, and as far back as each and every incident qualified as "cock-throb" material.

I had even gone so far as to catalog them in order of priority. Like the day I'd gone over to help rake up leaves, needing another bag, walking over to ask her where she kept them. She was kneeling down of course, leaning over pulling out a few stubborn weeds with her hand. As she did, her blouse had opened considerably, giving me my first ever look at the smooth softness of those magnificent tits of hers. Unfortunately, she was wearing a bra, though even seeing that, most of it in fact, had sent me running off to my room a short time later.

My second filed away fantasy of hers had been when she'd tripped and fallen. Maybe it shouldn't have been one under the circumstances, and wasn't at the time as I'd been genuinely concerned for her. But she'd just retrieved a bag full of groceries out of her car, turned to head into the house just as I came out. Seeing me, she waved, but in doing so, forgot to look where she was going and tripped over the hose in her yard, suddenly she's falling, groceries spilling everywhere at once. Naturally I ran over to her to help her up, and then help collect the spilled contents now scattered everywhere. This was my second look down mammary lane, though this time, I got to see both boobs, sans bra, she hadn't worn one!

As I lay there in bed, pleasantly stroking myself up and down, I clicked off each and every little incident one by one, working my way up to number one as I did so, trying to time the orgasmic bliss I was rapidly approaching before reaching it. That day...that very special day, which was in fact only a few weeks ago now, had made it to the top of the list by leaps and by bounds.

Oddly enough, I had stayed home not feeling well. I wasn't dead-sick, just the sniffles, sneezes and typical cough that good old mom had used in her own concern, to convince me to stay home rather than go to school. (I owe you one mom) I later told myself. Outside, it had started to thunder and lightning, something that always fascinated me, and which I enjoyed watching. Walking over to my bedroom window to look out, it was then that it started to rain and rain pretty hard. Suddenly before I even realized what it was I was looking at, Dee came sprinting out of her back door into the back yard. I knew then what was happening. She'd put out several sets of sheets to dry out on the line as opposed to throwing them in the drier, something my mom very often did as well, preferring the smell of wind-dried sheets, just as Dee obviously did. In a hurry perhaps, or maybe (as I later wondered) having just gotten out of the shower, and then realizing it was about to rain, she'd coming running outside. I saw her turn, starting to undo the clothespins, which is when the robe she was wearing, came completely open. She made no effort to retie it either, the rain truly starting to come down now. But I stood there in my window, (though why I now did this I don't really know) stepping back a little, though still keeping a good eye down on where she was. Both breasts, both of those incredibly beautiful, full bouncy tits staring at me. Each one with humongous (ok, maybe they weren't THAT humongous) but when you're seeing them for the first time, they sure as hell looked like it...areolas. Dark brown, (something to do with her heritage perhaps, since Dee had once said she had Spanish blood in her) and then this small little dark patch between her legs. It wasn't this unruly looking triangle either, but it acted like a beacon to me as I stood there in the window looking down at her. I was seeing her for the first time ever...completely naked!

And then I remember her looking up towards my room. I had stood frozen, looking down at her, wondering if she could see me, had seen me. But she merely looked away, finished pulling down the rest of the sheets off the line, and never once made an effort to cover herself up as she finished doing that. She then turned and headed back inside the house.

It never failed...just before the turn, I erupted, as I was doing now. Needless to say, I'd cum a lot thinking about that moment, but I have to also say...laying there the way I was now, horny as I said I truly was, I began spurting unlike anytime I had ever spurted before in my entire life. It was almost impressive enough that I felt like telling someone. (I said almost). The first few spurts actually surprising me, going well up and over the top of my head, hitting the headboard, if not the wall behind me, (which I later ended up cleaning up after) but after those, readjusting my aim just a little, I was still surprised and in awe of myself as I emptied my nuts against myself, finally having to cup my hand over my dick because it was spurting so much. I even briefly wondered if there was some sort of a valve I'd somehow fucked up, thus allowing my cock to continue to pump out streamers of white sticky stuff as I'd never squirted this much of it in my entire life before. Finally, as it began to ebb, and now just ooze slightly out of the tip, I released my dick, still seeing stars, still trying to catch my breath...and the image of Dee standing there in her yard looking up at me forever frozen in time as I lay there.

And then my phone rang.

"Fucking A!" I jumped scaring myself to death when I did. "Now what?"

**

It was Marjorie, and she was balling her eyes out. "Oh Jim! Jim! My God damn, fucking little sister!" She wailed uncontrollably over the phone.

It was a day of firsts all the way around. Never once had I heard Marjorie cuss like that before. A few sprinkled damns, hells, and even a shit or two once, but never once had I heard her say God Damn, or EVER use the proverbial "F" word!

"Calm down Majiee" I said using the cutesy affectionate name I'd begun calling her, which usually did the trick...but not this time as she kept talking over me even then. "What happened?"

"She...she...she told mom and dad!"

"Told them what?" I asked as the hairs on the back of my neck suddenly stood up. I knew her dad, he'd as soon kill me as look at me, and he was twice the size of any man I knew, so I also knew he could do it too!

"Oh Jim, Jimmy...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ever confided in the little shit, she...she told them about our plans for this weekend!"

I was stunned hearing that, Suzie, Marjorie's little sister could indeed be a pain in the royal ass, and usually was whenever I came over, always hanging around us as though hoping to catch us doing anything. So I wasn't too surprised at that. What I was surprised at, was Marjorie actually confiding something like that in her.

"Why did she do that?" I finally managed to ask her.

"Be...because she was jealous that's why! Jealous because mom and dad were forcing her to go with them over the weekend rather than letting her stay home with me. That's why! So she told them! Told them you were coming over after they left, so we could...'do it!'" She all but whispered into the phone. Which then made me wonder just how close her parents were to her as she stood there talking to me, though I'm sure she'd already had to sneak away just to make this phone call.

"So now what?"

Marjorie started bawling again, which took me another several minutes in which to calm her down enough to talk coherently to me. "They...they're, oh god Jimmy! They're making me go to my Aunts house for the entire summer!" She burst out once more. "And they're making me go with them tonight too!" She now added. "I'm...I'm upstairs here in my room packing now, which is the only way I could have a moment to call you...tell you what was happening! Oh Jimmy! Daddy said I wasn't ever to see or speak to you again...if I did, if I do...he's...he's threatened to ship me off to some sort of girls school instead of University in the fall!"

I was speechless...sad in a way too. And yet...strangely elated.

"I have to go Jimmy," she said crying once again. "But...I'll, I'll write. I promise! I'll write you every day, somehow...someway, we'll make this work Jimmy. I swear it! I promise! I'll write you!"

So much for Marjorie. Though as it worked out, she only wrote me one letter. A dear John, or in my case a dear Jim. Which was just as well, all things considered.

But that phone call, that moment in history, brought about the most amazing memory, most amazing experience I ever had. And I had no clue it was coming either. Not until two hours later.

**

I actually was a little bummed after we'd hung up. Especially when I went looking for my two, (maybe it was three) errant cum-shots that had splattered against the headboard of the bed and against the wall behind that. Whatever hopes, plans...or assignations that had been scheduled for later, had suddenly evaporated.

Though weirdly...my cock still hadn't. Sure...it had gone down some, but it was still pretty fucking firm as I stood there looking down at myself. Horny is as horny does. But in this case at least, twisting another well-known phrase just a bit. I had a boner, and no place to go.

But at least there was Dee. And I smiled. If nothing else, I could go over, tell her what had just happened, maybe even get a sympathetic hug out of it, a peek down her blouse if nothing else...and add a fantasy file to my memory banks. At least losing Marjorie (though I didn't know it at the time that I really had) wouldn't be a total waste.

I stood in the shower as though I was getting ready for a date anyway, whistling...actually happy, excited, looking forward to perhaps milking the evening now at Dee's place with my tales of woe's me and all that. I was even then imagining Dee holding my head against her breasts trying to comfort me...feeling my dick stiffening there in the shower...half tempted to work it again. Though I refrained from doing so, wanting the full-on "horniness" of the moment to encase me when I went over there.

Needless to say, Dee was surprised when I showed up on her door two hours later. "Dee? I need a friend," I said.

They were the best five words I'd ever spoken to her.

**

"What happened Jimmy? What's wrong?"

And so I told her, though I didn't say it with a smile on my face, or with any of the oddly felt joy I was keeping inside. Like I said, my heart was skipping beats at the moment with the sudden realization of the secret I now had, the secret I couldn't tell anyone...especially Dee, that I knew what love felt like...for the first time in my life, because I felt it for her. Something I also knew, was a total and complete impossibility. And so I told her everything that had happened, and Dee...just like always sat there listening, though this time sitting beside me, and yes...towards the end, she pulled me towards her, placing her hand on the back of my head, and guess what...(Joy oh joy!) pressing me against those soft pliant breasts as I actually began to blubber just a bit. Not an act either. I was sad, yet I was also happy as a clam, and a little scared...a little nervous, a little melancholy, and a whole lot aroused.

"You know, I shouldn't be doing this, but since you are eighteen now, and soon out on your own here...I've never felt like if a man's old enough to fight for his country, that he shouldn't be old enough to have a drink." Dee knew of course I was contemplating going into the service, something Uncle Frank had done in having fought during the second world war. And with that, she then stood, walked over to a small cabinet where I know she kept a few bottles of liquor, mostly for guests or special occasions. Apparently, this was one of those. She pulled out a bottle of brandy, and poured each of us a shot glass. Bringing one over to me, she sat down beside me once again. "To life...and all its ups and downs." She toasted, clinking my glass, and then began to drink just as I added my own toast to that...though why on earth I then said what I did...still escapes me.

"And to all its ins and outs!" I added. "Or lack thereof."

Dee spewed her brandy...all over me. My bad...my fault, but it really was funny. And we both sat laughing so hard because of it that our sides began to ache, and then she saw my fresh clean shirt all covered with spewed brandy.

"Oh Jimmy! I'm so sorry!" She said honestly aghast, embarrassed and ashamed that she's basically spit-up all over me. "Take off that shirt so I can throw it in some water before it stains and becomes ruined!"

It's not like she hadn't seen me with a shirt off before. Plenty of times. And even as I took it off now, it didn't seem weird or inappropriate in doing so. But she was helping me remove it too, the neck was a bit tight, and the gold chain I wore around my neck had gotten caught on the collar. She was reaching up trying to untangle that before I inadvertently broke it. Losing my balance, I quite naturally reached out to steady myself. And when I did that, my hands came into contact with her breasts, just as she yanked and now pulled the shirt off me over the top of my head. We were both standing there looking at one another, my hands had been on her tits for a split second at least until the shirt came off. And then I did something I never thought I would.

I kissed Dee.

And then Dee kissed me back.

**

It felt like a dream after that. We didn't even really talk about it. We just sort of moved as though knowing one day this would happen, that somehow, someway, this was meant to happen. After we kissed, I didn't even ask her if it was ok. I just reached out again, this time placing both hands on both of her breasts, and stood there touching, caressing them. Dee closed her eyes, her head tilted back just slightly. And then I reached up, and undid the first button on her blouse. I even paused waiting a moment, fearing the words, "Jimmy...don't, we can't."

They never came.

I undid another button, and then another and another. The whole time her eyes remained closed, her mouth partially open as though trying to find breath, praying internally, her mouth moving a little as she stood there. Maybe she actually was. I knew I was...praying she wouldn't suddenly wake up and realize what she was letting me do. Thank God she didn't. (Sorry God...but I mean seriously here ya know?)

She was wearing a bra. Which I was now staring at. Up until this very moment, this was the most erotic, exciting moment of my entire life. And she was wearing a bra! And I was about to reach around her, and undo it. And she was waiting for me to do just that. And so I did. And yeah...I fumbled with it, fumbled with it some more. She laughed, opened her eyes for the first time.

"Want me to get it?"

It was a guy thing. At least for me it was anyway. And a pride thing too. And it was also funny in another way. It was 1967, and the Graduate had just recently come out. So here we were...I was Dustin Hoffman, and she was Anne Bancroft, and I was fumbling with her bra still trying to get it off, and then I felt her hands come down, and begin undoing my zipper.

I think she had me out, before I finally had her tits out. I don't honestly remember. All I know is, suddenly we were kissing again, fiercely, hotly, passionately. My hands now once again firmly on her boobs...bare boobs this time, with hard nipples...really hard nipples. And her hand was on my cock...my dick, my prick...pick one. Her hand was on it. And I was in heaven. And soon to be inside my own Mrs. Robinson.

**

Once again without even saying the words, coming to a mutual consensus perhaps subconsciously, she then just reached out taking my hand in hers. I then followed her up the stairs to her bedroom, letting her lead me, where we then stood and finished undressing ourselves. Her on one side of the bed, me on the other. I'll always remember that...and remember this too. We had a thing...a pact we called it. It was something we had done early on...way back when I was a little kid, a thing we started doing, an assurance of sorts that whatever was said, whatever was spoken between us would never be revealed or spoken about behind one another's backs. We'd crook out index finger, and then lock them around one another, pulling back until we'd forced them apart. It was a promise we made one another.

She crooked her finger.

I crooked mine. And we walked around to the foot of the bed.

"Promise me Jimmy. Whatever happens here...pact," she said simply.

"Pact," I responded back. And then we locked fingers and pulled on them. Only this time...neither one of us pulled them apart. We stood there keeping them encircled together. And then we kissed again, only then releasing one another, hands and arms coming up and around one another as we embraced, and then tumbled sideways onto the bed together.

It was really cool too. She crawled up on top of me...me on my back. Hard as a fucking rock, though she wasn't looking at that, not yet anyway. She was looking into my eyes, and I was looking into hers. They say it's the window to the soul. I know...sounds a little corny, but honest to God (sorry) I honestly believe it was. I honestly believe I was looking at hers, and she was looking at mine.

"If you're not ready..."

"I am," I said simply. "More than ever."

And then Mrs. Dimpledale, Mrs. Fucking Dee Dee Dimpledale, slid her gorgeous, sweet, wet succulent pussy down over my cock.

And I spurted. Just like that.

**

I suppose it could have been the most traumatic experience of my entire life. God knows (sorry again there God, but geese....couldn't you have foreseen that part?) it could have. But all Dee Dee did was sit there, feeling me release, feeling me squirt, feeling me empty my balls into her and she'd just technically seconds...hell, milliseconds ago taken my virginity. She could have said something like, "Well shit!" Or..."Damn Jimmy!" Or...anything along those lines and maybe ruined me for life.

What she said was.

"Yes Jimmy yes...love me, give me your love, keep giving it to me Jimmy...all of it. And then give it to me again."

**

I don't know how she did it...or how I did it. But I stayed hard, stayed inside her. And we just sat there. Me...feeling my own stuff dribbling back down out of her pussy, and she sitting there, suddenly...the contractions, the muscles grabbing me. Hearing her sigh pleasurably, telling me how long it had been since she'd had anyone inside her. (I couldn't think of a single solitary person since Frank who might have) regardless...I was. Deep inside, and she was somehow magically milking me with her cunt, or rather working me hard again...harder still. And then she was moving on me, up and down now...slowly, softly. And I was moving up, and down...in and out, meeting her. And we were floating, like three feet above the bed, or so it seemed anyway.

And then we played, and laughed...and fucked, and made love. And I got to reach up and wrap my hands around those breasts of hers again as we did that. And she laughed, and she cried, and we both did...almost deliriously so. And for the first time ever, I called her "My Sweet Dee," later adding to that, "My Sweet (naughty) Dee," which she truly loved, though only letting me ever call her than when we were alone. And was she ever. I soon learned one thing about Dee I had never imagined, and that was just how truly naughty she could honestly be. Maybe it was making up for lost time or something, I don't know...I never really asked. But in addition to being my Mrs. Robinson, she was also my Mrs. Jekyll & Hyde too. Only in good way...a sexy way, a really wild...naughty way.

I didn't know that profanity, vulgarity, obscenity...could sound so cool, so good...so totally all right. Especially when coming out of the mouth of a woman that you might otherwise consider or think of as a mother. (I never again did by the way). It was simply put...fucking hot.

"Fuck me Jim...please honey...fuck me."

Oh yeah...almost forgot. Dee never called me Jimmy again after that day. It was like she needed to make that transition as well, and suddenly had.

**

We fucked, and then fucked some more until I was spent, but not until she had...twice, before I did again. And then we fell asleep in one another's arms for a couple of hours. It was shortly after that, I was roused...waking, the feel of her mouth on me, waking that again...which was easy to do, even after she'd already made me come twice. Two hours rest was a new record for me...hard again, aroused again, having my dick sucked.

And then I said..."Teach me Dee. Teach me how to do it...how to please you like that."

I remember her smiling. "You really want to?"

"Yeah...BIG time! Show me, teach me...tell me what to do."

I think she started to cry again a little. But she was smiling too. "Let me get a towel, and then let me get comfortable."

I wasn't sure what the towel was for at first. I learned why later. But she spread it out on the bed, puffed up both pillows behind her head, and then lay back in the middle of the bed.

I sort of saw, or rather envisioned myself as a diver standing on the bank of the swimming pool preparing to dive in. Maybe she saw that too. Because what she did then was stop me dead in my tracks.

"Ok honey...now, don't take this the wrong way here. But if you're ever going to please and pleasure a woman the way she wants it...likes it...you're going to listen to me. And you're going to do what I tell you, when I tell you...and how I tell you in order to do that. Agreed? Understand?"

I sat nodding my head excitedly. I was all ears.

She laughed, "Good. First things first then Jim. What I want you to do now...is look at me."

I was. But that wasn't what she meant. But I'm sure she guessed that by the confused expression on my face, until she reached down, spreading her legs apart even more fully, and then spread herself open with her fingers. And then said. "Now look. Don't touch...just get down here and really take a look at me. And smell me," she added spicing that up. Get familiar with my scent, let it do what it's supposed to do." If she meant making me hard...horny, she had no fears there. I was that in spades, and more. My prick felt like it would poke a hole through the bed, leaking like a sieve now. Already I could feel the seepage of it coating my shaft, enjoying the sensation as I did so.

I now did as she asked. I positioned myself between her legs and just lay there staring at her. It was the most amazing experience ever. (Well...almost, not counting the short time ago when she'd slipped that same wet pussy down over my cock...that goes without saying). But here I was...looking at her, looking at things I didn't honestly know even existed. And then she told me, explained everything to me, their names (yeah, clinical...and naughty ones. I liked the naughty sounding ones the best).

"And this Jim," she finally said after taking me on a tour of her "cunt" as she called it, which I loved hearing her calling it. "Is my clit...my clitoris, my little cock," she giggled a bit. "At the moment...it's sort of sensitive, aroused...so when you touch it at first, be gentle with it...tender. After a few minutes of that, when it's really aroused, when I'm really aroused, you can do more to it...a lot more, trust me," she laughed once more. "Anyway...go ahead, touch it with your finger now, but lightly, just get familiar with it...with me."

It was like taking that first ride on Magic Mountain, reaching out, touching her clit with the tip of my finger. Suddenly glad for the towel, which I then began to think she'd purposely spread out for me. I could feel my dick leaking, and knew for sure, without the towel, I'd have been junking up her fresh clean sheets. It was erotic and sensual as hell, to be laying there, diddling her clit (softly..gently) and feeling my own dick leaking, and that it was ok for it to be doing that, and especially telling Dee that I was...that it was, and the fact that she thought it was cool as hell (hot as hell actually) and told me to keep leaking, and to keep tickling her clit, and to keep fingering her a little. Sticking it in some. And then asking me...

"Do you want to see what it tastes like?"

I think I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, leaning forward but she held out her hand stopping me. "Not like that...not yet," she smiled demurely. "Use your finger, taste that first," she implied as she slipped her own finger through her wet juicy split, sucking it as I watched. "Like that," she grinned wickedly.

I slid two fingers inside her, like tasting poi, though she was certainly much sweeter tasting than that, reminding me of the times she had let me scoop extra frosting out of her mixing bowl with my fingers. I now did the same to her, savoring her taste, her flavor, and then sticking them inside her again, doing it again. She giggled upon seeing that, perhaps the mannerism, the way I did it had reminded her of the same thing. She laughed even more so then.

"What?"

"Nothing really, just a silly thought."

"Tell me!" She giggled again, laughing again, though her own hands dropped down between her legs, two fingers this time delving deep into that wet juicy furrow.

"I was just thinking...what you'd look like doing this with a wooden spoon."

Now I laughed, though to be perfectly honest, the thought of that, as bizarre as it was, painted a rather erotic, quite decadent picture inside my head, using the spoon on her. "If we had one...I'd use it."

The look in her eyes told me she wouldn't mind doing that either at some point. "Could be interesting," she added. "For another time...but not right now," she exclaimed hotly. "Right now...I want to feel your mouth, and your tongue in me."

And right now, I wanted to do just that more than anything in the world, once again leaning forward, though she again held me up briefly.

"Not the clit...not yet, taste me, feel me...pleasure me everywhere else first," she instructed. "I'll tell you when...and how, to tickle my clit for me."

I began doing just that. My head was buzzing with excitement as I took the time to gingerly explore her with my mouth and tongue, nipping, sucking, kissing her here and there as she sighed audibly. I continued to probe her depths with my fingers as well, exploring the heat, the texture as well as the hidden secrets inside, which she told me about in explicit detail.

"Yes Jim yes...feel that? Tickle it with your fingers, rub it firmly, gently...oh yes, just like that. Later...I'll show you what I can do when you do that when I come," she informed me. I was anxious to see of course, but content to wait for the time being, too enthralled in learning, hearing her teaching me about herself. I pulled on her labia, stretching them outwards. Doing so with fingers, and then with lips. I gently chewed, pulled...stretched and playfully tickled her in combinations of lips, tongue and fingers. I was simply having the time of my life, more aware now than I had ever been, just how truly erotic, sensual something like this could honestly be.

"Oh fuck Jim, I can't take much more of this," she groaned deeply. "Now it's ready...my clit is ready to be sucked, licked...consumed," she moaned even more pleasurably as I now allowed myself to run my tongue up her split ever so slowly towards that waiting, special little prize.

Maybe it was instinct, but Dee didn't even tell me how to do it, or what to do as I simply flicked at her hard little nubbin ever so softly and gently. I continued walking my fingers inside as well, the soft spongy little spot inside that made her squirm even more excitedly as I drew her clit in between my lips, now likewise sucking it softly too.

"Oh fuck baby! That's it honey! That's it! Keep doing that! Just like that!" She half shouted, her hands coming up now to cup her breasts, fingers already pinching, rolling her own nipples as I looked up, watching. She speared her tits, stretching her nipples as she pulled on them letting go, only to capture them again repeating the torturous pleasure. "Harder now Jim...harder! Suck it! Suck my clit baby...suck it hard!"

Even then I was still careful, perhaps too fearful as yet in doing so the way she'd asked, but she coaxed me along, constantly letting me know she was ok, how good it felt, how she wanted to feel me doing it even harder than that as I slowly began doing so.

She let go of her breasts, half sitting up, her hands reaching my head forcing me to lift it for a moment as she looked at me, her eyes locked on mine. "Are you ready to see? Ready to taste? Ready...to make me come?"

"Fuck yessssss!" I hissed hotly, diving back into her pussy again, my fingers driving now, my lips surrounding, clamping down on her clit like a vise as she arched her back suddenly and allowed a slow gurgling unintelligible string of sounds to emerge from somewhere deep in the depths of her soul.

In the next instant, I felt the dam burst. Felt it...tasted it, and even watched it in a way as she suddenly gushed, her female nectar bathing my face, assaulting my senses, my tongue, my mouth. I swallowed...felt her surge, capturing the release, swallowed again. I became intoxicated with her glorious spending, fingers milking her from inside, tongue and mouth once again attacking her clit as she began screaming out, rolling from side to side. It was hard holding on, staying with her, but it was also the most incredible moment of my life as I did that, as she came...over, and over, and over again.

**

We both lay panting, slowly coming down, though I continued to lie between her legs, my tongue once again barely even touching her, yet still licking, still savoring, drinking in what had become for me the numero uno hot fucking fantasy memory of all time! She slowly came back to herself, finally though gently pushing me away.

"Now it's my turn," she said as she rolled me over onto my back. The look in her eyes hungry, wanton, mysterious as though she knew a secret I didn't. "You said Marjorie sucked you before? Gave you a blow-job?"

She had...and as good as it had initially felt there in the front seat of my car, she had left off far sooner than I would have liked. Not so much in wanting to come in her mouth or anything like that, (not to mention the fact...that was basically unheard of, and I hadn't expected that in the first place.) But it was in her too soon withdrawal of mouth and lips on me, I'd just started to truly enjoy it, succumb to it when she quit and proceeded to simply jack me off after that. Which was pleasurable too of course...especially as it was someone else doing it besides myself. But...I had been enjoying the other a whole lot more.

"Yeah...for a little while," I said letting her know in the simple tone of my voice and the way I spoke the words, it hadn't been long enough, not by my way of thinking anyway. She smiled at that, her eyes seemingly well aware of what I meant.

"I'll show you how it should feel," she then told me, and settled herself sideways at an angle towards me so that I could watch her as she did. Take delight in actually seeing her, as well as feeling her. And likewise offering herself, or rather those gorgeous tits of hers to me so that I could finger-fumble with her still hard extended nipples.

I don't know why they call it a blowjob in the first place. Why not call it what it is, a suck job, or even a lick job. Regardless...what Dee began doing went far beyond what Marjorie did. In essence, Marjorie's "blow-job" was more like a hand-job, only with her mouth, and even then...all too short. No...what Dee did, was make love to my cock. I watched, mesmerized, not only by the way it immediately felt, but seeing the way she did it while she did. I saw her tongue snake out and lap gingerly, tenderly at the supersensitive crown of my shaft. I watched her lips surround the side, nibbling, nipping, teasing up one side and down the other. She used her teeth, though I would never have known it had I not seen her doing so as she nip-sucked and took in just the tip of my shaft, eating it...(Eat job? Nah...) but I loved that. Loved seeing her as she moved around it like a popsicle, up and down, back and forth, side to side. Now this...was a blowjob, suck job, lick-job, whatever the hell you want to call it. This was pure unadulterated...heaven!

And I felt it...all the way down to my toes. I don't think I'd ever felt or understood the term "making your toes curl" but I sure as hell did now, because they were. I felt shivers of pure ecstasy racing up and down my spine, from the top of my head, all the way down through my body, pausing wonderfully somewhere inside my balls, and then racing down to my toes again.

I didn't just see stars. I saw the universe. It was like having an out of body experience, which gave me further understanding into the term, "Little Death," because now I knew what was meant by that. It was like floating above, looking down, watching Dee as she made love to my dick, treating it like it was some sort of idol to be worshipped, adored, treasured and cared for. And boy did she. It was never the same sensation for very long. Always varied, always different, something new. She stroked it, and didn't, licked it and didn't. And then she mouthed it, often making mewling, even "popping" sounds as she sucked the head, sometimes firmly, sometimes softly, and then nipped at it again with her teeth. (Did I say how much I liked that?) She was driving me insane with pleasure.

And then the tingling in my balls warned me of the inevitable. And being the gentleman that I hopefully was, I informed her that as good as this felt...and did, she'd best quit doing it before I couldn't stop. But she continued...even more urgently.

"Fuck Dee, I mean it...I'm...oh fuck, I'm getting so close...so fucking close, I can't...I can't..."

She stuck her finger in my ass.

That was a first for me too. But it wouldn't be the last. I think I died. For a moment anyway. I swear my heart stopped. I know I quit breathing. I know I was elsewhere looking down, watching Dee sucking this guys dick, watching her swallow the torrent of semen that I somehow knew, sensed and felt racing up his shaft, spilling into her mouth. Except then I realized it was me...it was my shaft, it was my cock that she had devoured, swallowed, half expecting to see her take her mouth away, no longer even having a dick. Which to be perfectly honest, as good as this felt at the moment, would have been perfectly fine with me. If I never had another orgasm for as long as I lived, this one would have topped them all, equaled and surpassed every single one of them all wrapped up into one gigantic, humongous fucking squirt of pleasure.

That's how good it felt.

Woody Allen had done a movie once where all these little sperm dudes wearing white clothes with white helmets all stood in a line waiting for their number to be called or something. And then dutifully marching up and out this gigantic (well it seemed like anyway) phallus. So it sort of felt like, and reminded me of that. But unlike the movie, had there been a remake of Dee Dee giving the blow-job, she'd not only have sucked out all the little dudes, but the factory workers as well, blue-collar guys (Smurf sperm?)...the bosses, the equipment...all of it. There would have been nothing left, just a vacant empty room that would have required a complete overhaul or remodeling.

But I digress here.

I collapsed. I entered the twilight zone. I had found Nirvana.

**

One of the few nice things about having turned eighteen was the fact I'd been given a bit more freedom. As long as I kept my grades up and certainly graduated in a few weeks, mom and dad didn't pester me nearly as much as to my whereabouts. Knowing they weren't home, I called and left them a message while Dee fixed the two of us something to eat. I explained I was staying at a friend's house (which was the truth) though I'm not sure they'd have been too terribly excited to discover which friend's house I was staying the night at. Once I made the phone call, I entered the kitchen, still naked...though so was Dee.

It felt comfortable as hell. And even after three very intense orgasms now...not for her, for me! I still felt my prick lurch just a bit when I walked in and saw her standing there busy at the stove. In a way...in a very remarkable way, it felt like we'd been doing this for years. And in some ways, we really had...just not naked.

I walked up behind her, kissing her on the neck, my hands on her hips. To my pleasant surprise, she reached down taking them in her hands and lifted them up to her breasts. "Whenever you find yourself in a similar situation again, just walk up and wrap them around me, and grab my tits," she told me. "I miss that."

Obviously she was talking about Frank, Uncle Frank, but I was ok with that. I knew she still missed him, obviously they had had quite a remarkable, intimate, sensual relationship while they were together. This side of Dee that she was only now allowing me to see, wasn't something that just suddenly happened. This was a part of who she truly was. A side of her that she hadn't allowed, or perhaps hadn't dare allow herself to indulge in since his death...for whatever reason.

I stood behind her cupping her breasts, playing with them, and felt my cock stiffening against the fleshy cheeks of her ass. She laughed while she stirred the spaghetti sauce. "You do have one distinct advantage over men my age," she giggled further. "Those recuperative powers of youth are amazing!"

With one hand still stirring, she reached back with her other hand, and then began simultaneously stirring something else. Now it was my turn to laugh.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"The spoon Dee, you're stirring with a wooden spoon!"

We had a good laugh over that, and then she asked me to go open a bottle of wine so we could have a drink before...and then with dinner. When I returned with the wine pouring us both a glass, she then turned holding the spoon up to me so I could have a taste of her world-class spaghetti sauce. It was in fact delicious, and my mouth was now salivating almost as much for that, as it was for what I hoped we'd be having for dessert later.

After having helped to set the table, I turned towards her once again. And again, she stood holding the spoon out towards me, one hand beneath it in order to catch any drippings. "Here, taste this and tell me what you think now."

I walked over, opened my mouth in expectation and looked at the spoon. There was nothing on it, and it wasn't the same spoon still sitting in the slowly bubbling pot of sauce.

"There's...nothing on it," I said looking up into her eyes, which were smiling as I said that.

"Oh yes there is...taste!"

**

We had a very romantic dinner. Candle light, mood music, wine...and the best damn spaghetti (pussy sauce) meal I've ever eaten. We relaxed for a short time letting the meal digest as we retired back into her more comfortable living room, sitting across from one another in chairs as opposed to sitting side by side one another on the couch. We sat sipping our wine looking at one another.

"So Jim, I'm sure you have a list of things you'd like to do...or at least discuss," she began. "So tell me...what is it you'd like to experience next?"

She was right about that. I probably had a list of things I had always wanted to do, see or experience that would have filled up an entire roll of toilet paper. At least now, I daresay...I could mark off three items from off that list, which had been at the very top. Before I could do that though, she then got just a bit serious on me.

"Jim? I do need to say one thing though before we continue any further here. I'm not so naive as to think that, what we're at the moment enjoying with one another, is going to be a permanent thing. For one...there's too much of an age difference between us."

I started to object of course...but she shut me off.

"No...please let me finish here before you try getting all gallant on me. That's the truth of it, and as flattered as I am...and as aroused as you've made me, and made me feel like a woman again...this won't last. So let's not kid ourselves either. I have no idea how long this will last, if it will at all. But...as long as it does, I'm willing to take it one day at a time, and only one day at a time...if you are."

She was right of course. Dee was always right. I'd never found her to be wrong in anything. And even though I wanted to assure her that I would be by her side the rest of her life, or mine...if she let me, I also knew deep down inside, that that wasn't damn well likely to happen. I merely nodded in agreement with that, one day at a time...for now at least, was more than I could have ever hoped for.

At least she was grinning again. "Good, now that that's settled and out of the way, let me make a suggestion here, something I think we'll both enjoy doing."

Once again, I was all ears, and ready for anything...and everything.

"You said you have a list...well, so do I. So this is my suggestion, and trust me Jim, it's not something we should try and accomplish in one night here. For one thing, I'm not as young as I once was, and don't have the stamina to stay up with you, even as young as you make me feel. So...I propose this. We'll take turns...you get to pick something off your list, and then I do. We'll fit in as many as either one of us has the strength for..." she smiled. "And go from there. I doubt seriously either one of us will experience everything we've imagined, or been thinking about, but it might be fun and interesting to find out how many we can accomplish in whatever time it is that we do have together."

I couldn't have agreed more. And said so. And also said, that since she'd pretty much helped me cross at least three major things off my list already, then it was only fair that she now crossed something off her list. You should have seen her eyes light up over that one.

"Really? You'll do that for me then?" She asked unnecessarily. Because at the moment for her...I'd have given her the moon if I could find a way to do it.

"Yes Dee, my Sweet Dee," I called her. "Whatever you want, whatever you want to see or do...just name it."

"Well, for starters then, pour me another wine. After you do that...I want to sit here and just watch you."

"Watch me? Do what?"

She smiled. "I want to watch you jerk yourself off."

I was at first a little reluctant (more shy than anything) but as she explained to me, that in watching me, how I did it to myself...she would gain a better understanding in seeing that, and then knowing from it, what it was that I liked, how I liked it. And she also told me to truly pleasure myself...to enjoy it, and not just go through the motions, otherwise...she wouldn't learn anything she couldn't already do for me herself.

Seeing her sitting there, sipping her wine, so relaxed, and yet...obviously aroused, looking at those now very stiff thumb sized nipples of hers, I sat back in my chair, closed my eyes, and began doing just that. It was easier than I thought. Mainly because while sitting there, I was thinking about her, ticking off my list...easily getting past the clothesline episode before I even started thinking in terms of getting ready to climax again. But I actually was enjoying myself too. Especially looking up at her from time to time, seeing the expression on her face, almost serious as she watched me, studying me as I sat there playing with myself. And I didn't just do the ole' up and down thingy either. I really played...toyed, did all the things I normally did to myself in the secrecy, and privacy of my own room. Not even when I had jacked with the guys had I touched myself like this. That was pure expediency, this...hell, this was fucking erotic this was!

"Do that again," she said, speaking the only words that she had up until this point. "Let me see you do that again."

I had twisted the head of my dick with my hand, twisting it hard in one direction, almost palming it, letting go, grabbing, and then twisting it again. It felt good, a bit different, and just enough to add a sense of differing pleasure to my self-playfulness. She liked it, sat up and walked over sitting down on the arm of the chair so she could watch me more closely.

I could smell her. Smell her heat, her aroma. I could see her too of course, especially as she bent her leg, her pussy in all its magnificent glory looking back at me. In addition to everything else, I now had a bird's eye view of her incredible cunt, looking at it, and now actually hearing it too as she began fingering herself while she sat there next to me.

"What else do you enjoy doing to your cock?" She asked lustfully. "Show me Jim, show me. Show me everything you enjoy doing to yourself."

So I slapped it a bit, spanked it...which surprised and delighted her. She slapped herself, palming her pussy, smacking it...stinging it, which I did. "I like that too," she said, her voice taking on an edge to it that sounded deep...far away. "Sometimes...I like it rough," she then added. "Very rough."

I damn near came hearing her say that. Now truly twisting, two handed...one direction one way, the other direction with my other hand. Alternating twists, listening to the sound my cock was making as I added the decadence of free-flowing pre-cum fuck juice to my self administrations. And she was of course, doing the same. I could hear the succulent sound of her own juice, the squishy, almost frothy sounds she began making, that quick 'squish, squish, squish,' sound as she pummeled her cunt with her fingers. Hand now once again on her breast, capturing and tormenting her nipple. I wanted to suck it so bad...and knew then, seeing that...what my next pleasure would be. I had to tell her, had to share with her my naughty thoughts while I sat here working my prick for her.

"Oh Dee...I so want to fuck your tits," I said huskily, almost out of breath now...hovering on the edge, slow stroking my cock to orgasm, which I often enjoyed doing when I got so close...not varying the stroke at all, neither speeding it up...just going slowly, all the way through it.

"Oh yes...I'd like that," she breathed back her own words likewise deep, harsh...bordering. "I want to feel you squirt, shoot all over my tits Jim, while you fuck them. See your big beautiful cock sliding up and down the valley between them, fucking them...fucking my tits Jim, fucking my soft, slippery, cum-gooey tits!"

I exploded. And then she did. Watching one another, me squirting...cum flying everywhere all at once. And she too. Her pussy erupting, this little fountain of clear pulsating liquid shooting out like someone was sitting down between her legs with a squirt gun. "Squirt...squirt...squirt," it was fascinating to watch. And then I added something else to my list. Maybe not for today...but certainly, something fun, maybe a little strange, but something I definitely added to my list now.

**

Even I didn't have as much stamina as she had credited me with. After our almost simultaneous, mutual masturbatory climax...we both collapsed, exhausted, spent.

"Come on lover...lets go to bed. To sleep," she assured me, and then led me upstairs by the hand into her bedroom. We collapsed in one another's arms, light butterfly like kisses all over one another's faces, until we each drifted off into a sound...dreamless sleep.

**

I had always loved Sundays. It was the one day of the week that I got to sleep in. I even snuggled deeper into my pillow, and then my eyes popped open, remembering...I wasn't home. I was in Dee's bed! I rolled looking over, she wasn't there, but I simultaneously heard the sound of the shower running. I grinned, and followed my morning piss-hard into the bathroom.

I stood there for a moment and knocked. After all, the door was closed. I heard her laugh. "Come in silly...we don't have any secrets between us," she said. I stepped in, naturally she was in the shower, the glass was frosted, but not so much that I couldn't see the contours of her body through the glass. But the sound of the water running made it even more urgent for me in having to pee. "Go ahead," she giggled. "I know you need to." She then slid the door open a little, peeking out towards me. "I want to watch," she then added.

I didn't figure this one counted as one of "hers" though I wasn't sure if I was quite ready, or willing yet...to tell her, it was definitely one of mine for some odd-ball reason. But...I stood there straddling the toilet bowl, wanting to be especially careful not to piss over anything I shouldn't ought to be. And then almost pleasurably began doing so as she stood there looking on. I flushed. She yelped.

"Ooops! Sorry!" I grinned. She laughed, and then beckoned me in to join her.

We washed one another, head to toe, and then back again. I took delight in applying her body wash to every square inch of her body, just as she then did to me. It was erotic, sensual, without all the panting. That would come soon enough as I would later discover. But for now, even running my hands through her hair, washing it for her, as she did to mine was something that I never thought would be as intimate as it turned out to be. We were soon both squeaky clean when she turned, and then knelt below me there in the shower, holding her breasts together.

"How about now?" she asked. "Pour some more of that body wash on my tits baby, make them nice and slippery for you to fuck."

I did that, and then watched, felt as she wrapped those twin perfect globes around my hard stiff cock. She masturbated me as much as I fucked them for her. I felt weak in the knees as she slid her tits up and down my prick, even using them to slap my dick a little, then nipple-fucked me, or rather had me nipple kiss her, however you want to look at it. Holding my dick, squeezing the head, watching the little eye-slit open wide like a receiving pair of lips as she pressed her nipple against it, smashing it, rubbing it back and forth over and around. And then back through...once again sliding in between, up and down, side to side.

"Give me your cream baby. Squirt it all over my tits...bathe them Jim, spunk them...make them all nice white and creamy in your special sauce!"

I covered each copiously. Jet after jet, streamer after streamer of my spunk spurting out, splashing against her breasts until it ran in rivers of white cream between them. She gathered it up with her hands, further smearing each, washing herself once more with a frothy-like cum soap now that she created. It clung to her like lotion, she tickled and teased her nipples with it, moaning pleasurably the entire time. I didn't even think, didn't consider, simply drew her over to me, leaned over, and began sucking on them, cleaning them off. And damn if she didn't come while I did that.

**

We soon after dried one another off and returned to the bedroom. One thing I'd always been most proud of, was the fact I was always at my best in the morning. Even Dee was amazingly surprised, as before we'd even settled back onto the bed, I was as hard and as stiff again as I'd been only moments ago.

"Already?" She asked pleasantly surprised, obviously delighted. I just grinned, proudly at her, and then spoke.

"Your turn."

She actually took a moment, thinking...momentarily unsure by the look on her face. "Come on Dee...we agreed, whatever it is...whatever we want to do, desire to do."

" I know...but."

"But what Dee? My Sweet Dee. What would you like? What can I do for you?"

For the first time, she was hesitant. "Well, there is something. Something I've wondered about, thought about...but believe it or not Jim, something I've never done. But now...I want to. At least once in my life."

"Go on...tell me. What is it?"

"I want you to take me...in the ass."

**

"You've ah, I mean no one's..."

"Fucked me in the ass before? No Jim, no one ever has. Ever thought about it?" She now asked.

"Well yeah, I guess. Well, sorta maybe, I mean...hell Dee, I didn't even know what it was like to fuck a pussy until you. And not only that, but I mean damn...no one, including me, has ever stuck a finger in there either until you did!"

She burst out laughing, easing the sudden tension a little. "So I got that cherry too did I?" She continued to laugh as I joined her now. "Well good then...now you can have mine."

The thought of actually sticking my dick up Dee's ass seemed delightfully perverted, dirty-nasty, and right at the top of my list now.

"Ok, so...what do we do?" I asked a bit nervously. "I mean how?" She giggled. I giggled, still nervously.

"How about we do it doggy? Might be easier, though let me do most of the work, at least at first."

"Won't it hurt?"

"I don't know...guess we'll find out won't we? But, like I said, let me do all the work at first, you just be there, don't move until I tell you it's ok to do so...how's that sound?"

It sounded fine with me. Dee then leaned over across the bed, her breasts brushing against my arm, so I took the opportunity to grab one, caressing it, tweaking her nipple a bit as she took her time rummaging through her nightstand, though I think she did that partially on purpose. She was enjoying the nipple play just as much as I was.

"Ok...got it!"

She then showed me a tube of special lubricant. But that wasn't all she showed me. In addition to that, she had also removed some sort of vibrator, a rather fancy looking one if I might add, it almost looked like a cock, bigger than I was even.

"After your in...thought this might feel doubly good as well. But let's first see how it goes before we include that...if we do."

She poured some lube in my hand, and then in hers, and then poured a liberal amount onto my throbbing dick as well.

"Here, lube me up real good, while I do the same to you," she told me. She applied a bit more to my solid dick, and then I sat staring at this most private intimate parts, never having gone there before, never even thinking I ever would. And then wanting to so badly. Especially knowing she never hadn't either, and now was asking me too! I lubed her up...slid my finger inside, took delight in the strange, tight sensation. Wiggled around a bit. She hunched forward, moaning..."Oh god...yes Jim yes...that feels so...fucking...good!"

I fingered her some more, played with her, explored her, and then she said it was time, only I loved how she said it.

"Fuck my ass! Now! Fuck my hot tight ass Jim! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!"

I remembered her instructions to me however, so I posed myself, placing the tip of my cock at the opening of her ass, and then turned into a statue. She looked back over her shoulder expectantly, and laughed. "Sorry...I forgot what I told you to do." She eased herself back against me then. I felt her press, felt my dick sort of scrunch up, and then wow...fuck, holy shit (pardon the expression here) and then felt my prick tip pop through that tight little opening. She pressed back a bit more, taking me inside inch-by-inch, nice and slow...easy...slow...easy. And then bam. Fuck, holy shit again. (Again sorry) I was balls deep inside her ass.

"Now you can move," she said whimpering a little. "Fuck me baby...slowly, easy...but fuck me. Fuck my ass!"

I don't quite remember how slow and easy became hard and fast. But it did. I just remember her humping back against me with such force at one point, that I was meeting her with equal force, and then we were this runaway freight train all of a sudden. The sound of flesh slamming into flesh, smacking...tits gyrating wildly beneath her, my own balls bouncing to and fro like there was no tomorrow. It was simply exhilarating, and beyond words.

And then she shoved that fucking vibrator up inside her pussy.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

The fact is, I had never personally experienced the workings of a vibrator before, and why should I? But the moment she slipped it inside her, and turned it on, I felt sensations that seemed to head off in every direction at once. As I did. As I began filling that hot tight ass of hers with fuck-butter in what felt like every possible direction. I slammed into her, grunting, crying out, my body shivering, shaking almost spasmodically as Dee too exploded around me.

All I can say is, I'm glad the damn windows were shut, even then, not so sure afterwards that we hadn't been heard somewhere by someone as loud as we both were. I had begun to think that each and every time Dee and I did anything, it somehow surpassed the previous experience, the previous climax, the previous everything. Dee was proving out to be the most remarkable, sensuous, wildest woman I could ever imagine being with. And I knew then I truly did love her, and wanted to be with her forever.

**

After cleaning up again, we stumbled downstairs to the kitchen where thankfully fresh hot coffee was waiting for us. I was still tingling internally, every nerve ending seemingly alive and sparking, making me feel even more invigorated in a shorter recuperative period of time. I stood in order to retrieve the coffee pot and refill our cups.

"Good God Jim! You're hard again! Already!"

I grinned sheepishly. "What can I say? You do it to me Dee. Just looking at you, sitting there so wonderfully naked, even drinking coffee seems erotic to me." And she did, she simply did. Her marvelous bare breasts, which she'd teasingly allowed to rest on the tabletop looked like she was serving up a plate of hot fresh titty just for me. If I'd been a cannibal, I'd have devoured her, devoured them...right then and there.

Though I poured the coffee, I sat the pot down on the table, Dee had already taken my hard cock in hand, her lips and tongue even then starting to encircle it, tease it a bit, making me go even weaker in the knees.

"So...I guess it's now your turn again," she basically mumbled around my cock as she continued licking and sucking it. "So Jim, what is it you'd like to see or do next?"

Even though I was indeed hard again, I wasn't sure I was quite ready for another marathon fuck, wishing instead to actually prolong things a bit, build up some reserves for whatever idea or request she had, before letting fly again. It was the perfect time to tell her what I'd been thinking and considering earlier. So I did.

"You know how you enjoyed watching me?"

"Yeah," she said only then releasing my cock, though still holding it with her hand, looking up at me with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "What do you want me to do for you?" She asked hotly. "What would you like to see baby?"

And then I told her, in explicit detail. What I wanted to see, to feel, and why. She was grinning as she stood, once again taking me by the hand. "Come on...we're gonna need to go back into the bathroom for that one," she mused.

I was fascinated with watching her squirt...watching her come. After telling her that I wanted to lay there and watch her do that again...if she could, and then squirt on me, all over me, she grinned broadly.

"There's one sure-fire way that never fails to make me do that, and even more so than I already have," she'd stated. "But we're going to both get a little wet again," she'd added as we soon stepped back into the bathtub again. I lay down, looking up at her as she stood above, straddling me. She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature to a nice warm sensation and then removed what I saw to be a hand-held shower massager. "I don't know why it is, but whenever I use this on myself, it never fails to make me gush. So if that's what you want to see, to feel...then that's what you'll get," she promised me. Turning it on to a nice pulsating beat, she placed it against herself, and then just stood there looking down at me, though from time to time, teasingly, she redirected it against my prick from above. I enjoyed the tickle, but I was enjoying the kinky view even more as I lay there beneath her looking up.

"Oh man!" I moaned excitedly, feeling my cock throb and bounce about on its own accord even without Dee spraying the water against me.

"You like that huh?"

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah. You...look...so...hot, standing there like that Dee!"

"Well enjoy it then, because when I'm ready...I'm really going to soak you," she informed me. "It takes a while, doing it like this...so be patient. But I promise you...it'll be worth it."

I wasn't in any hurry. Looking up at her, watching her holding the shower massage against her pussy, seeing her shiver pleasurably at times, fondling her own breasts again as I lay there watching her was really getting to me. The anticipation of what I likewise hoped would be another one of her magnificent "pussy gushers" as she'd called them, was adding to the pleasure and excitement for us both.

"Oh yeah, it's going to be a hard one...a big one baby," she told me gritting her teeth as she moments later shut off the shower massage, and then simply reached down once again spreading herself with one hand, and now actually slapping her pussy with her other hand even harder than I'd seen her do before. "You ready for it? Ready?" She grimaced, this wild lusty look in her eyes as she stood there teetering on the edge.

"Do it!" I simply cried out looking up. And then she came.

She wasn't kidding either when she did. At first I thought she had somehow sucked up some of that water from the shower massage or something. What came out of her in this enormous flush of pussy juice was unlike anything I'd seen before. It flew out of her, cascading down over me like a fountain. I watched it explode from her depths, watched it as it began raining down on me, splashing against me, splashing against my still throbbing cock as she continued to stand there spanking her cunt, laughing and giggling hysterically as she did. I think I must have counted at least six or seven of those gushing squirts, each one just as fluid as the last as I lay there beneath her, feeling that warm, semi slick splash of her cunt juice bathing me from above. Some of which splashed into my face, allowing me to lick my lips, tasting her salty, funky sweetness. Only when she was positive there was nothing else to give me, she reached out for the sliding glass door on the shower stall.

"Where you going?"

She blushed. "One of the side effects. Whenever I do that, afterwards...I have to pee, bad," she continued blushing starting to step over me.

"Don't," I said surprising myself when I said it. "Pee on me!"

She looked down at me in surprise, not shock...or disgust, just surprise. But she was smiling again too. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. It's not like we're not in the perfect place for it. And as long as I'm still here, I want to feel that too...I want to feel, and do everything with you Dee, no matter what!"

"Frank liked it when I did that for him once in a while too," she suddenly admitted to me. "And I did as well. Kinda weird, kinky perhaps...but sometimes it really did feel naughty good."

"Then do it Dee, do it for me...pee on me!"

Once again she repositioned herself over me, and then simply let go, beginning to tinkle at first until it became a steady, much warmer stream of piss that she again purposely directed towards my dick, splashing against me. After she was done, I stood up, facing her.

"This doesn't count as my request...especially as we're sort of already doing it...but, think you can do the same yourself now?"

"It might take a little effort," I informed her. "A bit hard to piss with a full erection."

"Well then, let's take care of the one before we advance to the other shall we?" She suggested. Before I knew what she was planning here, she had taken my cock in her hand again, stepping up towards me, where she began running it back and forth, up and down her split, teasing her clit, and likewise jerking me off against her as she did that. It felt wonderful, and as aroused as I already was, it didn't take long before I sensed another orgasm about to claim me.

"Here it comes Dee, here it comes!" I groaned, looking down as we both did, watching my prick spurt, squirt, soaking her pussy in my white creamy juice as she continued to rub it against herself, once again coming with me, not gushing, not even squirting really this time when she did, but certainly climaxing as she let out another shrill little cry of orgasmic bliss.

She stood there afterwards still gently, softly rubbing my now somewhat more flaccid erection against herself. "How about now?" she asked. I answered her by allowing my own warm stream to begin splashing against her as she held it against herself.

We soon after showered, and then cleaned up again. Drying one another off, both of us thoroughly spent and exhausted now. Whatever else was in the offering would have to wait for a bit. I also knew I needed to make an appearance at home for a while at least, lest my folks become worried about me. But I also knew that Dee was in need of a bit of a nap herself. After getting dressed again, we kissed at the door, and then I made my way around the back side of her house down the service alley and onto the street from there. I then made my way home, figuring if my folks saw me coming up the walk, they'd quite naturally assume I'd just spent the evening over as Gerald's place, one of my good close friends who didn't live that far away from us. And who I also had asked to cover for me just in case. Though he of course thought I'd spent the evening over at Marjorie's place as we'd previously discussed.

I soon after collapsed into my own bed for a long, much needed nap. I had now experienced with Dee in such a short period of time, more things, more wicked naughty fun things, than I thought I would ever experience with anyone, ever again.

**

With school, the next week proved difficult especially with graduation coming up, though I managed to spend every free moment that I had over at Dee's place. For the next two months, including after graduation, Dee showed me things, and did things with me that I didn't even know was possible. She was for me, an addiction, as I was for her.

The year was 1968. And with it came the draft. And with that, I soon entered into the service, required to go off and fight a war we were already losing, though no one would admit to that yet. Shortly before being shipped overseas, I came home six months later on an all too brief furlough. I spent the first three days of it with my family and friends, and sandwiched time with Dee in between. I then spent the second to last night of it with her, wrapped in her arms, and she in mine. We had made love sweetly, though passionately together. I think she knew, though I wasn't willing to accept it, that it would be the last time we ever did.

We promised to write, and for a time we did. Though Dee had also made me promise, that I wouldn't write anything to her that would remotely hint, or suggest at the things we had done and shared with one another. She'd made it very clear to me that she didn't want anyone ever being hurt by what we'd done, what we'd shared. And had told me specifically, that if I did so, no matter how tempted either of us might be to express those thoughts, she'd never write back to me again. I made the mistake of doing so, once...not much, but confessing my love and desire for her. She never wrote me again.

I returned home well over a year later. And I was in for quite a shock when I did. Next door, there was another family living there now. Mom soon informing me that Dee had sold her place, needing to do so in order to move in with, and take care of her very sick sister somewhere back East. I made a few attempts to find her, to contact her, but I never did. Eventually I met and then married someone, and got on with my life, just as we all did.

Life has a strange way of catching up with you. A few weeks back I was shopping at a local store, and happened to run into an older woman now that once lived in the old neighborhood. And upon running into her, I couldn't help but ask.

"Gladys? Do you remember Dee? The woman that used to live next door to us?"

"Oh my yes, dear sweet Dee. She always had a good word to say about everyone didn't she?"

"Yes, she did. You ever hear anything about what eventually happened to her? Where she went? Where she is?"

"As a matter of fact, I do recall hearing a couple of years back now, one of the other ladies from the old neighborhood had gotten word that Dee had finally passed away, a few years after her sister did. Poor thing. I hear that she never did remarry again after her husband died, taking care of her sister and all I suppose never brought about the opportunity for her to do so again. Anyway...that's what I heard, been a few years now I guess since she passed."

I'd been wondering, and dreading hearing that. Especially having never found her, never spoken to her again.

But I had kept my promise to her. The promise we'd stood making to one another there at the end of her bed. That I would never reveal what we shared, did, or enjoyed with one another so long as anyone was left alive that, that story might hurt or offend. Both of my parents are long since dead now as well. Though it was mostly out of worry and concern for her sister hearing or finding out anything that all this remained secret and unshared up until now.

Now at least, I can tell this story, about the most amazing woman I ever knew. Dear Sweet Dee, who will forever remain, and who will forever share and have a corner of my heart.

Bless you Dee for helping me become the man that I am today.

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