Sometimes Dreams Do Come True
written by:
Little tommy D.

Sometimes Dreams Do Come True

I had returned to my office from the county court house after spending the morning doing title research on seventy acres of farmland abutting the end terminal of the local rapid transit service. My new firm, Windmere Partners, had an interest in acquiring the land for a mixed use development to take advantage of the increasing ridership and city expansion surrounding the transit service. I sat back in my chair considering my blessings at the time when they approached me about acquiring my small brokerage development office. I had developed some twenty-five successful centers of varying use during my reign. My name is Todd Brewer; I'm young for this business, age 38, rapidly approaching 39 like Jack Benny always did. I had one sour marriage ten years behind me and was in no great rush to taste another sour apple. I'm six-three, 191 pounds, and yes, I belong to a gym inside one of our properties. Yes, I use it every day. I sat as I remembered it was a Godfather moment--they made an offer 'I couldn't refuse.' Now that the senior member of the equity firm, Terry Windmere, who owned Windmere prior to the equity company, Twin Deal Properties, LLC, takeover, had announced his retirement on December 31, I felt that my ownership would do nothing but increase. I wanted to increase development and then have Twin Deal sell out to recoup profits for investment in other projects. Nine of us who had been acquired had first options to buy, and we would in a heartbeat when it happens.

My phone rang and when I answered it was Terry. He morosely asked to his office to discuss a request he wanted to fulfill. I tapped on the door and the pushed it open. He waved me in and offered me the chair at his side. After I sat, he put his hand on my shoulder and began, "Todd, You know Karen Melman I'm sure. She owned the residential agency we acquired two years ago."

I flashed back and recalled being introduced at one of the company lobby rah-rah's when a new acquisition came aboard. We had rarely crossed paths at any times as she was residential and our commercial occupied a separate building on the same property with little interplay among employees. My mind pictured her as being five-five, not red, but very light ginger-haired, busty, lean, and with an engaging smile spreading across a young Liz Taylor face. At the time, I made a quick judgment that her success was mostly from the dicks of the husbands of the couple buying her listings. It would have trapped me back then with no doubt as she was desirable and mouth-watering attractive..

Todd continued his story by asking me, "AS one of the only single men in the company I need a favor of you. Suzanne, my aide, came to me this morning and told me that Karen would be out for several days as her mother's health problem became critical and the doctor ordered her, not requested, but ordered her to place her in a long-term care facility. Karen searched and found a close, suitable home and moved her last month. Now Karen had the task of closing the home and putting it on the market. Before you squawk about it being residential, let me assure you that I don't want you involved in the sale of the home. No, what I want to ask you to do is to give assistance in cleaning out the possessions. Suzanne tells me that Karen is an emotional wreck over the disposition of all her growing-up memories with her mom and dad."

"I understand, Terry, but why me?"

"You came to mind because you have no urgent family requirements. I thought you had spare time to assist a co-member of the company with a heart-wrenching job. If I was wrong, forgive me. I'll try to find someone else to volunteer, Todd."

"You misunderstood, Terry. I would be pleased to assist. You're right; I only go to the gym after work and waste two or more hours after my workout just shooting the shit with the others. It's Friday, tomorrows a free day anyway. How do I approach the subject with Karen?"

"You don't. Suzanne will set it up for you." He took a card from the desk and pushed it toward me. "That's the address of her mother's house. Suzanne will call and let you know when to go over. Just let her know you're there to soften the sadness. She'll take it from there, Todd. I appreciate you accepting my offer. I didn't want to impose, but I did want to offer Karen whatever we could. She is worth whatever we can do for her as there are very few women with her ethics and morals left in the city. I had to do the same job she's doing twelve years ago. It's not pleasant."

He stuck his hand out; I shook it and returned to my office. I busied myself in the details of the title search, gleaning the meat and throwing out the bones to make it a readable layman's documents for the upcoming planning session. About four, as I was having the nine copies printed, Suzanne called, gave me the time to be there and then in a teary, quivering voice, thanked me for offering assistance. Her emotional ending made me wonder if she and Karen were in a crack-snacking relationship. However, I shook that off, remembering that Suzanne was married to a prominent attorney and was shepherding three young boys through soccer hell.

I made my way to the house after stopping for dinner. I took a to-go cup of dark, black coffee, parked at the curb and surveyed the home. Not a cracker-box by any means. It was upscale, modern, and desirable as a growing family would see it. Karen would have no problem turning it quickly. I crossed the small entryway, rang the bell and waited, head turned at the yelping youngster across the street. The door flew open, Karen was in a short denim skirt, a short-sleeved nylon blouse, barefooted, and delectable in the flesh. She flashed an endearing toothy smile as she invited me in. She profusely thanked me for offering a relatively stranger assistance. I waved it off and said, "It's better than reruns of "Happy Days and Gun Smoke' any day. Perhaps you can offer a hand when I face a situation myself." She eagerly nodded and said, "Any time, Todd. Any time. Come on back and we can talk." I followed her long, lithe legs to the kitchen where she offered me a stool and asked, "When the coffee is done, I have several stronger drinks should you opt for one." I merely grinned without asking what kind. I had an idea by looking at the open cabinet door behind her.

As I finished the coffee she detailed the items she wanted me to handle exclusively, all were upstairs, all belonged to her mother and all trigger the emotional nerve wracking crying jags she had experienced previously. She slid a box of black refuse bags over and said, "There will be no yard sale of her clothes. I am giving them all the Salvation Army for them to use to their best advantage. Todd, I don't want to see them so don't ask. It's your decision alone. Stuff them in the bag, put them in the car and drop them off. I will take a receipt for the taxes when you drop them at the donation site. I know what she has so don't worry about a list for me. I have it. Now, I'll tackle the other rooms upstairs while you do moms. Her room is the last one on the left from the top of the stairs. Anytime you're ready, you can start.

I took the box of bags, went back to the front door and sped up the stairs. I scooted quietly to the last room on the left, pushed the door open and stood in awe. It was a magnificently furnished bedroom. There was an exquisite, delicate walnut bedroom suite. A fireplace with a long leather chair at the side, dressing tables on both ends, velvet drapes, and thick, plush almond-colored carpet. A large, possibly sixty-inch, TV mounted over the mantle where it could be viewed from the canopied bed as well as the dressing tables. The place reeked with the odor of piles of greenbacks that were earned before I was born. In other words, old money! I could easily dream about living in a place like this with a woman like Karen.

I was on my fourth trip to the car with full bags when I came back in and went to the kitchen to rest for a moment. I took the vodka from the cabinet, checked the fridge and found Tom Collins mix, dropped in a few ice cubes, poured the yellow mix over the booze and sipped to approve my hurried attempt. It had worked its magic, the drink was a-okay. I returned to the stairs and was halfway up when I sensed Karen in the hallway. I couldn't see her yet so I slowed my progress so as to not suddenly scare her. She was stooped down beside a small box trying to wrestle sealing tape down the middle. My view from below was even with her knees and I could clearly see up the short denim skirt. I stopped still looking up the skirt when she sensed me on the step. To cover, I tried a moment of schoolboy joviality when I spouted, "I see Paris, I see France, and I see your pink underpants." She didn't stop fiddling with the tape when she answered, "No, Todd, you don't. I'm not wearing any underpants."

"That's when I was hit by the lightning bolt of realization that I was looking at her light ginger-colored pussy fuzz, not pink panties. It seemed not to faze her so I went on up, passed her and asked if she needed help. She didn't look up but replied, "Nope, got it pinned now. Thanks. How many bags do you have out?"

I told her I had stuffed the fourth full 33 gallon bag in the car. I went on, "I can get one more, and then I'll have to make a trip since I'll be out of space."

She stood, used her foot to move the box against the others she had lining the hallway wall and posed, "It's going on eleven now. I propose we quit for the evening, I don't want to wear us out. You finish the fifth bag; I'll prepare a snack and another drink unless you want cocoa or coffee. Unfortunately, Todd, Mom's bed is the only one left in the house. But, the sunroom downstairs has a great daybed, a fantastic view of the creek out back, and you can have it for the night. How's that sound?"

"It's the best offer I've had in a number of years, Karen. Does it have a bath where I can shower?"

"It does, and I'll put out the essentials for you. Will you want a razor and cream?"

"If you have no objection, it would be nice."

"When you have the bag done, yell when you go out the door and I'll have things ready when you get back in from the car."

She choose not to use the table, instead, She had spread the snack items closer together on the counter. It was actually better for us to sit on the stools and quietly talk as we ate. I learned that her family had been in the real estate business before her birth. They got in early during the rapid growth after the World War and had become one of the most successful agencies in the state. Her dad had invested the earnings in ship building, big steel, and Texas oil, all hot items in that era of America. She modestly confessed to me of having seventeen million dollars growing in her trust that would become available to her next year when she turned thirty-five. I whistled and said, "Will you buy Windmere out?" She laughed and said, "I have no interest in Windmere other than to run the residential unit. That's my fun gig."

We joshed a few more minutes, I assisted in the clean-up, she retired to the upstairs while I occupied the sunroom, a gorgeous area with a scenic view of the willow trees lining the creek bed. I showered and put my boxers back on to sleep in. I lay awake thinking of the evening and her casual dismissal of my schoolboy prank wondering why it didn't affect her. Before I dropped off to sleep, the full moon was rising over the willows, a sight to behold. Along about three A. M., I heard a snapping sound, turned over and raised to my elbows. At the end of the room, Karen was standing with her back to me, the bright moonlight enveloping her body and it gave me a startling view of her naked body underneath the white, thin gown she wore. The image was so clear I could see the outline of the rear of her vulva down to, and including, the short public hair magnified by the moonlight. With no control of what my mind was doing, my dick began to rise and it was requiring a change of position on my part to make it more comfortable.

I put my hand under the sheet at the exact time she turned to face me. I was also lit by the moonlight and now that she had turned, she wasn't really visible to me except as a dark out line of purely erotic womanhood. She broke the eerie silence when she softly asked, "Do I make you uncomfortable, Todd? If I do, let me help comfort you. In return, you can offer me a comforting moment to ease the sorrow and sadness I feel about the fate of my family. May I join you?"

What the Hell could I say to such a desirable, beautiful, but hurting woman, except to pull the sheet open and respond with, "Please do, Karen. Allow me to ease the pain you feel. I am offering you the comfort you seek in any way you want me to respond."

Shocking me, she swiftly pulled the gown over her head, dropped it to the floor, and lay beside me as I covered her with the sheet. I didn't move as I waited her out. Some eerily calm five minutes later, she turned to me and put her hand on my chest, whispering in my ear, "Please, Todd, kiss me now."

I wrapped my arms around her, raised her slightly and kissed her lips gently, holding them together for a short while. I started to back away, but she whispered, "No, no, please, again." I put my lips to hers, pried her lips open and tongued the inside of her mouth. She responded in like fashion, this time reaching below me and inserting her hand inside my boxers, laying her hand flat on my lower abdomen. As the kiss became more intense, she spread her fingers open and toyed with my pubic hair, making my dick harder and more uncomfortable under the boxers. I rolled her toward me, pulled her closer and ran my hands down her ass, the fingertips trailing the inside the crack, but not yet touching her asshole or vulva. AT the feel of my fingertips, she inhaled deeply, moved her hand and grabbed my dick, pulling it upwards, easing the bind it had been caught in with the bottom of the boxers. I must have inhaled also as she said, "Does that make you feel better, Todd?"

"I moved my lips to her ears and whispered, "It's heavenly, Karen. Better than its felt in years. In return, what can I do to ease your pain?"

She took my face in both hands and with a hesitating murmur, softly requested, "Todd, I want you to eat my pussy. No, scratch that, Todd. I desperately need for you to eat my pussy, eat it long, eat it deeply, and to do it soon."

I kissed her again and asked, "Is now soon enough, Karen. Are you ready for me to eat you, tongue you, lick you, rim you, and then fuck your pussy with my dick? Is that what I can comfort you with, Karen?"

She did another deep inhaling followed by a stuttering "It will be a blessing for both of us, Todd. Believe me, it will."

I took the pillows from under our heads, rose to my knees and with her help, smoothed them under her elevated ass, crawled between her legs, put my head near the ginger-hued pussy and savored the warm, natural aroma it was emanating around my face. I used my index fingers to open her inner labia lips, her ass jerked and wiggled as my fingers touched her and with the moonlight enhancing my view, I stared into her open vagina before inserting my tongue deep into her flowing juices and rimmed the inside walls, cleaning them of her flow. She was moving so vigorously, I had to hold her hips steady so that I could do my comforting job to the finish. I sucked her pussy, fingered her asshole, and exposed her clit by moving the hood upwards with my tongue. With the clit between my lips, my finger in her asshole, she screamed, she clawed my back, she cursed, she released a juice flow that flew past my chin and onto the pillow, a flow as I had not experienced in all my years. She was a woman that had been ignored, cast-aside, nor revered, nor had she been fucked in some time as I found when I tried to insert my dick. She was tight, tighter than one would imagine of a thirty-four old highly desirable female.

When I was fully inserted, down to my balls, she screamed my name so loud it echoed back from the creek. It took a short time to have her join the rhythm of my fucking, and when she did, the pleasure for me increased ten-fold, and her reaction led me to believe, it did the same for her. I was pumping with all my might when she went into her second orgasm. It actually scared me when she quit breathing. Her abdomen flattened, and all her movements ceased. I backed up to withdraw and care for her, but she roughly grabbed my hips and pulled my dick back inside her, pleading hungrily with me not to stop, not to leave her. I assured her it was okay and restarted my fucking, more slowly this time hoping to have her appreciate it more than the hard pounding. She became more of a partner when she reached under and took my balls in hand and let the lay in her palm rather than bouncing from her asshole. It wasn't long before I felt my balls begin to tighten, sensed that I was building a climax and readying myself to cum.

I whispered, "Should I cum inside you or on you? Your choice, Karen."

She quickly responded, "Please, Todd. Cum on me the first time. I want to feel the warmth, see the color and touch your seed with my hand."

I slowed my fucking to a snail's pace to make it last a bit longer, but I knew I couldn't stop the onset. I withdrew; lay my dick at the top of her vulva and shot up her abdomen covering it, bouncing some from her tits, and even one strong spurt hit her near the mouth. She giggled when it did, reaching her fingers and gazing at it, spreading it between her index finger and thumb. When I knew the event was over, I pulled myself up beside her watching her rubbing it in where the drops had fallen on her body. When she had tired of the rubbing, she took my dick in her hand and asked softly, "Would it be okay if I played with it for a short while?" I nodded, squired my body into a better position to give her freer access to my dick, and then I put my head down, delighted in having her toy with the head, my balls, the veins on the shaft. Her light touch, her joy, my mind combined to build another hard on and the pleasure on her face was mesmerizing to me. The moonlight seemed to cast a spotlight effect on her hands and my dick as I lay there and took great satisfaction in her game playing. I was fully relaxed, the tiredness had left me, and even though it was four-thirty in the early morning, I had no desire to sleep. She held my shaft, looked at me shyly and asked, "Is it acceptable to you if I wanted to suck it now, Todd."

I wondered what kind of question was that for a woman to ask. Could she give me a blowjob? That is always a no-brainer, regardless of who the woman may be. I pulled her up, kissed her and answered, "Karen, You are most welcome to suck my dick as long as you desire. Please do as you wish. Enjoy yourself."

I recovered fast once she began sucking the head and jacking the shaft. Soon, she dropped her hand and was practiced enough to swallow my entire dick, only gagging once the entire time. She had crawled between my spread legs, and was now massaging my balls with one hand, shoving the other under me and fingering my asshole as I had done hers. The three sexual actions combined had me gritting my teeth to maintain control. I think I scared her when I knew I was Cumming. I grabbed her head, pushing it down and holding it while the spurts entered the back of her throat. She at first fought me, then relaxed as she realized I was gradually ending the short Cumming volume and had released my grip on her head. When it was freed, she popped it up and spouted, "Holy Mother of God! That was a shock. I never expected for that to happen, but now that it did, it was unbelievable for me when it began shooting."

I laughed and told her that I was glad she had enjoyed it as much as she obviously did. I pulled her shoulders forward, had her sidle up to me, put my arm around her and said, "Shh, Karen! Now we sleep."

I was awakened by a sobbing sound and it took a minute before I realized it was Karen. I turned over, put my arm over her and snuggled closer to her. I whispered softly in her ear, "Are you sadly remembering your Mother, Karen?" She shook her head, the sobbing continuing. "Are you regretting what we did early this morning?" She shook her head and responded to that question, saying, "Oh, no, Todd. What we did was marvelous. It was what I needed at this time in my life."

"Will you tell me why you're crying? It is disturbing and I feel badly thinking that in some way I caused it." She shook her head vigorously, implying that it wasn't my fault. And then she said, "It's my secret for now. If I disclose its cause, I may be embarrassed and you may think less of me. If I decide to tell, it will be only to you." I gave up. I didn't know what else to do but get up and finish the job of her mother's room scouring. I found my boxers, pulled them on, went to the bathroom for my clothes on the hook, finished dressing and went upstairs. When I entered the room, the bed didn't look as if it had been slept in last night. It that's true, then Karen was up most of the night because she didn't come to the sunroom until around three A. M. Oh, well. maybe she'll tell me later. For now, it's back to work. I popped a bag open and went to the closet.

I was filling the second bag when she tapped on the closet door and said, "Todd, breakfast is ready if you want to break and have a bite with fresh coffee. I jumped up and smiled, saying, "You just said the magic word of the day--coffee, so you've won the prize! Guess what it is---I'm the prize!"

She punched me lightly on the shoulder that brought a grin to her face, I felt better about it, and we headed down the stairs, my holding her hand and humming the Souza Semper fidelis March while we stomped our feet on the hardwood stairs.. She had whipped up scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, cantaloupe, and tomatoes. The coffee was as black as the Devil's Heart and had exactly the right kick one needed to pump the heart up for the day. I could have eaten the side of a barn, but the portions she served filled the void in my stomach.. After we finished eating, we sat talking for a while. I casually said to her, "Well, Karen. Once this job is done, I think you can sell this home in a blink. It's a most desirable bargain."

"But, Todd, I'm not selling. I'm erasing memories before I move back in. I own this property free and clear. I would never sell. What made you think I was selling?"

"Just from the fact it's so large, you are clearing much of the interior, and you live alone. I made the assumption, but then maybe Terry said something that gave me the idea that you were selling. That's great that you're moving back home. Not many of us have that option. We hashed things around for a few more minutes until I stood and said, "I hate to eat and run, but I need to empty the car so that I can get a second loading today. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, Todd. You go on. I'll clear the counter, pack a few more boxes and I may have a bag or two for you when you return."

At seven P. M. that Saturday evening, she declared victory over her memories. We both got in the car and took the last load to the Salvation Army. On the way back, she asked me to stop at a steak house, She went in and in just a moment she returned with a young man in a white coat carrying a large box that she had him place in the trunk. I didn't question her while we drove back to her home. She had me lug the box to the dining room where she had already set the table for two. She even had an iced bottle of white wine chilled, a nice red open on the table, and she began to open the box when she turned and said, "Go get washed up for dinner. Don't be long hear me."

When I came back, a perfect filet mignon, loaded baked potato, roasted asparagus, hot rolls, and the wine were in place ready for devouring. She raised her glass and toasted me for agreeing to help with the erasure of childhood memories. I remained mute, merely smiled; touched her glass and we drank. After dinner, she opened a second bottle of chilled white and suggested we sit on the sunroom rocker-style loveseat and enjoy the rising moon while talking, rocking, and sipping.

About an hour into our engaging conversation, she took my hand, turned her head away from me, looked at the early moon peeking over the willows, and in almost a whisper, said, "Todd. I've decided to tell you of my crying this morning. All I ask is that your please hear me out before you say anything. It was not only memories of my childhood I was erasing. The erasure was actually one of my life up until a little after three this early morning. After we parted last night, I sat at the window deciding of whether or not to make a revolutionary change in my mind that had been implanted by my mother some thirty years ago. How and when the change to me would take place was a sudden one, a rash one, but, in the end, it was the faultless one that I stumbled into accidentally. It was you.

I sensed a light sob and with a catch in her voice, she related, "You see, Todd, until this early morning with you I was a virgin. My mother had persuaded and cajoled me to remain a virgin until I was married. She made me swear to remain pure until then. I was paying the price for her sins. Last night, I sinned in her eyes and that's why I was crying, but Todd, don't think it was tears for the sin. On the contrary, it was tears of happiness because I had broken the pledge with you. I am so embarrassed to have you know I am almost 35 and had never, ever, seen a real dick, never had felt one, didn't know what your seed looked like in real life. I had only seen them in pictures which my mother detested when she found I had watched a porn movie. I'm so happy you were chosen to assist me. The second you walked in and smiled, I knew my destiny. So, there, Todd, you have my distressing life story."

I had no voice. Stunned isn't strong enough to describe what I was feeling. I had tears in my eyes, my nose was running, and I wanted to stand high on a mountain and shout to the World that I had been the first of this amazing woman. I grabbed my napkin, wiped my nose, took her head in my hands and kissed her tenderly with my tears dripping on her rosy cheeks. She was crying again also and we hugged each other tightly. Her lips were at my ears and through my emotions I heard, "Todd, I beg of you, move in with me. I have no one else but you. I wouldn't make it alone now in this house, so please, say yes."

I found my voice and in a strongly determined whisper, responded to her plea, "Yes, Karen, yes. Sometimes dreams do come true."