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Dr. Alyssa Brewster loved the way her new BMW convertible handled the curves on this winding road. She was not traveling very fast because these were tight turns.

As she slowed a bit more for the next turn she saw a school buss rounding the curve coming the other way. It was half in her lane. She saw the bicyclist on the side of the road. She thought she could miss both of them. She heard a slight thud as she passed the bike. She looked in the mirror and saw the biker tumbling head over heels then stopping in a heap along side the road. She hit her breaks and slid to a stop off the road.

She turned off the engine and jumped from the car and ran back to the biker. He was sitting up now.

“Are you hurt badly”, she asked. She looked into clear sky blue eyes set in a very handsome tanned face. Blood ran from a cut above one eye and he was holding his left leg. The knee was bleeding and the toe of the sneaker was shredded. He was covered with dirt, grass, and bits of trash.

“Where do you hurt? I am a Doctor.” she said. About that time the school bus driver ran up. “How is he.”

“I think he will live. I see nothing life threatening.”

The man on the ground looked at her. Her grinned, showing white teeth with a trace of blood on them. “Beautiful lady, this is an erotic dream, right?”

Tears ran from her large brown eyes and down her chocolate colored cheeks. She wiped her eyes and held his wrist as she took his pulse. She took the pulse a second time surprised that it was not very elevated. She looked at him more carefully now. Blood ran into his eye from a cut on the brow. He had bloody spots on his shirt and on his legs. The worst was the left knee and the toes looked bad.

“How do you feel?”

“Not too bad, my left foot hurts pretty bad, other than that it is minor pain.”

Alyssa pressed on his eye brow and the trickle of blood stopped. She looked at the bus driver. “Here put your finger on this while I get my bag.” She ran back to her car. She pulled off her heels and slipped on a pair of flats she had in the back seat, she grabbed her bag and ran back. The man on the ground smiled at her, “I loved your little heels.”

She smiled back, “Thank you, I think you are feeling better. Listen, cell phones don’t work here. The nearest paramedics are ten miles away. Let me take you to my house and get you cleaned up. Then we can see if you need to go in for stitches. OK?”

“Sounds good to me, let me get up and see if I can walk. She helped him up. The bus driver helped her get him to her car. He looked at her car, “I’m not getting in there and ruining those beautiful white leather seats with blood.”

She said, “Go ahead.”

“No, do you have an old towel or blanket in the trunk?”

“Hey, yes I do.” She ran back and opened the trunk. She came running back with a blanket she spread over the seat. He slipped slowly onto the seat. She closed the door. The bus driver told her his name and she wrote that and his phone number and address down. He said, “Lady it was not your fault, I was out of my lane and in yours to keep from hitting a dog. I’ll stand up for you in court.”

“Thank you very much. We will have to see how things work out. I’ll be in touch.”

Alyssa climbed in the driver’s seat and started her car. The biker looked over at her. “My name is Brad. Bradley P. Murphy the third to be exact. Most people call me Trey.”

“Are you related to Dr. Brad Murphy?”

“Yeah, sort of, he is my dad.”

“Really, he is my neighbor. Are you a doctor too?”

“No, Mam, not hardly.”

“Oh! I know who you are, you are the Marine Colonel son.”

“Right.”

“Is that your truck and trailer behind his house?”

“Yep. That’s is my net worth. All my worldly possessions set behind Dad’s house.”

“I’m taking you to my house to get you cleaned up. I’ll call your dad in just a second when I get you in the house.

She let him lean on her to get him in her house. He was worried he would bleed on her dress or on her floors. She let him ease down on a kitchen chair.

“Please, Dear Lady, change your clothes before you start with me. That dress is really hot on you, don’t ruin it, your husband will be very upset.”

“I am not married but I’ll run and change if you don’t mind. I’ll call your dad while I do it, maybe he can give me a hand.”

Just as Alyssa entered the kitchen there was a knock on the door. She opened it and Dr. Murphy entered. “Trey, boy you look like hell, how do you feel?”

“Don’t bother me Dad, I’m busy admiring this beautiful little girl in her shorts and T-top. Wow!”

“Trey, this lady is a very, very fine doctor, so mind your manners.”

Alyssa smiled at both of them. “Leave him alone when he is complimenting me please Dr. Brad. I love it, but he makes me blush.”

“Oh! I hadn’t noticed you were blushing.” He grinned.

She said. “I think we can handle everything here. Let us get him up on my kitchen table and see what we have. I’ll get hot water and a bunch of wash cloths and towels. I put a butterfly on his eyebrow to stop the bleeding, I think it needs a stitch or two, what do you think?”

“Stop trying to watch Alyssa, so I can see this cut, boy. Yeah, it’s gonna take two stitches to hold this shut. Let’s look at his knee. That looks like three there, what do you think.”

“I agree, sir. Let’s get his sneaker off.” Do you think we need to cut it off?”

“No, he is tough, just tell him what you are going to do so he is ready for it.”

“Thanks a lot dad.”

“Do you want to go to the hospital and have some orderly take it off?”

“No, I’m fine with it, do what you need to do, can’t be any worse than when you pulled Tommy Farrell’s arrow out of my butt that time.”

“As I recall I was a little upset and wasn’t too gentle.”

“You got that right, dad.”

Alyssa was giggling at the two of them as they bantered back and forth. She could see that there was a lot of love between them. She gently cleaned his arms and legs. She had him set up and helped them get his shirt off. She noticed his broad shoulders and his ridged stomach, narrow waist, his muscular arms and legs. Hummmm.

“Let’s get his shorts off too,” she said.

“No way,” he yelped, “No way.”

“Son, Alyssa is a doctor, it won’t bother her.”

“It will bother ME. She is a real hottie in my eyes. I know what will happen.”

“What?” she grinned.

“You know what’ll happen. It’s happening now.” Alyssa was impressed by the size of the bulge in his shorts. She picked up a towel and covered his midsection with it. She reached under the towel and unfastened his shorts. “Raise up a little,” she said, and grabbed his shorts and underwear and pulled them down. She left the towel in place and told him to roll over so she could check his back.

Trey felt her gentle little soft hands touch places on his back. They moved softly over his back then over his ass. He was as hard as rock now. He raised his eyes and saw the smile on his father’s face. He closed his eyes and relaxed and enjoyed it.

Dr. Murphy said, “I’ll get some more water.” Trey felt her lift her towel and heard the sharp intake of her breath as she saw him. At least she didn’t laugh. She looked at him and said everything under there looked fine, no dings at all.

Trey’s father said, “everything functional under there?”

“Yes, it sure is. Apparently unhurt and functioning properly.”

“OK then, let’s start sewing, that ought to relieve the tension.” He winked at Alyssa. He asked if she had every thing she needed. She said she had sutures and stuff but no local anesthetic. Trey’s father looked at his son seriously, “Don’t you think we should get you to the hospital?”

“What is your assessment of the total damages, Dad?”

“Two stitches on your eyebrow. Three on your knee, several broken toes on your left foot. Various small scrapes and cuts that don’t amount to much, Band-Aid stuff.”

“Alyssa?”

“I concur in all respects.”

“OK, I do have a morphine ampule in my first aid kit in my truck. I don’t think need it though. Get on with it. If I need it I’ll let you know, OK.”

Alyssa looked at Dr. Brad, “Do you want to do it?”

“No, go ahead, I’ll assist.” Trey felt her gentle hands wiping around the brow, she put a cloth over his eyes and suddenly he felt her soft lips brush his. “That’s for being so brave.” Then he felt a sharp pain in his eyebrow. He inhaled rapidly and held his breath. He felt the tugging as she pulled the cut together. He heard her say “Cut it.” He exhaled and waited. He felt her feather light touch, then the sharp pain again. She tugged a little. “Cut.”

“No fair! I didn’t get a kiss first.”

He heard his father laugh, “Sweetheart, I think my boy would let you do an Appendectomy without anesthesia if you kissed him enough.” He heard her giggle and the cloth was pulled from his face. Her face was only inches from his. She pressed her lips to his. “There, grit your teeth on this next one, there is dirt and sand in this cut, I will have to clean it out. I will try irrigating it first, but I may need to scrape it some.”

“Kiss me again and give it your best shot.”

The warm water stung as it washed over his knee. He did grit his teeth as she rubbed places with a Q-tip. He heard her say, “That looks good, the blood is bringing out a little more dirt. I think we should just go for it.”

“I agree.” He felt the first stitch go in then he felt hot drops on his thigh. She said, “Let me wipe my eyes, I really hate hurting him, he is so sweet.”

“Kiss him again and he’ll be OK.”

It was a sweet tender kiss.

The next two stitches were not so bad. She started putting bandages on all the wounds. His eyes never left her as she worked. She felt his eyes on her. She felt a tingle as she remembered the kisses. Damn he was a real hunk, she smiled to her self. A hunky hunk. She knew her panties were going to have to be changed very soon. She couldn’t believe this man was effecting her this way. She looked up and saw Dr. Brad standing at the sink, she looked down at Trey. It seemed as if her heart stopped for a second. She leaned down and kissed him again. She felt his warm tongue touch her lips. She opened her lips and her tongue met his. It was a heavenly kiss. It seemed to last forever. His big gentle hand was behind her head. She was dazed as she raised up. Dr. Brad was gone. She looked down along his body. The towel was gone and his erection stood like a flag pole jutting up from his loins. She moved toward it as if she was in a trance. She just had to touch it, simply had to. He watched and held his breath. She touched it with the tips of her fingers. She softly rubbed it over her cheeks, then brushed her lips tenderly over the head. She jumped back, startled at what she was doing. She felt fluids running down her legs. She ran to her room.

Dr. Brad came in from outside. He had fresh clothes for Trey. Trey told him he thought his dad should go back to the accident scene and recover the bike. His dad said he would and left. Trey got dressed and sat in chair and waited for Alyssa. She walked in and smiled at him, “I am very embarrassed by what I did, Please forgive me. I don’t know what came over me. I just don’t do things like that.”

“I am sorry too. Very sorry.”

“You are?”

“Yes I am, I hoped and prayed it would happen again. It was the most wonderful and intense experience of my life. I felt as if we had made a magical connection. I am devastated that you didn’t feel it too.”

“I did feel it, I just didn’t know how to handle it. I never had a feeling like that before. Never.”

“Did you like it?”

“OH! Of course I did. I loved it, but it scared me too! I felt so vulnerable. I felt as if my whole soul was opening to you and wanting you to join me and be one with me. I just couldn’t resist the need to touch you. Touch all of you. I have felt as if I was drawn to you inexorably ever since I first met you. What is happening to me?”

“It is exactly the same thing that is happening to me. I think we should go slow here. If you agree I would like to go some where with you for dinner tonight. I need, really need, to be with you and to learn everything about you. What you like, what you don’t like. I want you to find out everything about me. There are a few thing I am not exactly proud of but I want you to know them too. I need this. I can’t help it. I feel I can tell you everything and that you will not judge me too harshly. I must be your friend as well as your soul mate. Damn, excuse me, listen to me, I don’t talk like this. What is happening.”

“Do you want me to tell you what I think?”

“Yes I do.”

“I guess I have limited experience in this area because I have never felt like this before. I do not know if you feel exactly like I do, but I think I am falling head over heels in love with you.”

“God, you are right! I am not ready for this but I can’t help it.”

“I’m not ready either. I just got out of a bad relationship. It never felt like this though.”

“Me too!”

Alyssa walked to Trey and took his hand and asked if he thought he could walk to her den. He said he could but it might be slow.

They sat, hips touching, on a comfortable sofa. He turned toward her, “I have to do this.” He pulled her towards him and leaned to her until their lips met. It was a long, long sweet kiss. He looked at her, “Wow! I have never been kissed before.” Let me move away from you so we can talk.”

She smiled gently at him, “One more kiss first.” They kissed again. He moved away a bit but still held her hand. She giggled, “I don’t think we can get very far part. I want to be touching you. I need to be touching you.”

“I know!” He looked at her, he loved what he saw, her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her brown eyes were wide set. Her nose was small and her lips were sweet and thin. None of her features were typical African. In spite of her chocolate skin she had European features. She was very beautiful. He wanted to touch and kiss and taste all of her. He was afraid he would scare her off if he went too fast for her.

He looked at her and smiled, “I need to talk with you. It is important to me that you know who I am and help me come to a decision about what to do in my life.”

She looked at him. “Before you start, I must tell you how

I feel, knowing this may help you. I now know I love

you with all my heart and soul. I will go where you go, I

will sleep where you sleep, I will live were you live as long as you want me. I am yours forever if you want me.”

“Yes, I love you too! Help me with my problem. I am a Lieutenant Colonel in the Marine Corps. I have reached a crossroads in my career. I have sixteen years of service. I will be eligible to retire in four years. If I want I can join the Marine Corps Reserves and serve out my four years on weekends. However I can be called back to active duty at any time. At this time it would be very likely I would have to go back for some period of time. My other option is that I could resign my commission and become a civilian. I would not get my retirement. I have never worked in a regular job in my whole life. I am highly trained as a squadron commander of fighter jets. Not much call for people like me anywhere else.”

Alyssa smiled at him. “My love, I know the perfect job for you. I will take you as my personal love slave. I will see to your every need. All you have to do is love me.”

“I don’t know if I am qualified for that position.”

“Oh yes. You are the only man in the world who is qualified for that job.”

“You want me to be a househusband?”

“I just want you, anyway I can get you. I know I would die if you went off to war. I can not bear the thought of you being away from me. The only solution I see is for you to resign. Move in with me. You don’t have to work. I know you can not just sit around the house. Go back to school. Manage my money. Learn what you would like to do. I will support anything you want to do. I know that is what you would tell me if the situation was reversed, right.”

“I guess that is what I would say. I will have to think about it, the only thing I do know is that I need to be with you.”

Alyssa watched him lay his head back and close his eyes.

“Darling, please get up and let me help you to my bed. We are both tired and tomorrow is a Saturday and we can sleep in. Here, lean on me, I am stronger than I look. That’s good.” She stood him by her bed and unbuttoned his shirt. She carefully helped him get it off. She helped him remove his pants. He had to sit down to get his pants over his bandaged left foot. He sat and watched her undress. She smiled at him and pulled down her shorts and her panties together. She picked them up and walked to her closet. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and threw it in the hamper too. She walked to a wall switch and turned a knob and dimmed the lights. She came to him and put her knees between his and pulled him to her. Her soft breasts pressed against his face. He searched for and found a nipple with his lips. She softly moaned as he sucked it right in his mouth. She held his head tightly to her breast, then guided it to the other nipple. Her nipples were delightful, long, warm and rubbery. He never wanted to stop nursing at them. She asked him to stand and she turned down the bed. She gently pushed him back on to the bed. She put her thumbs in the waistband of his under shorts and asked him to lift up bit. He did and she pulled them off. She slipped in bed beside him. She snuggled up beside him. Her little hand caressed his chest and moved down to his washboard tummy. His hand pulled her face to his for a long kiss. Then he gently touched her breast with his finger tips. They moved around her breast and felt like she imagined a butterfly would feel. The hand cupped her breast and softly felt the weight of it. Suddenly he moaned, “I can’t stand it. I need you now.” He pulled her up over his body and she reached down and guided him to her love tunnel. She gasped as he lunged upward trying to penetrate her. She moved him a little and pulled his erection into her. He thrust in her mightily. She laughed happily, “Oh yes, I love that. Yes! Yes! Yes! It’s so very damned good. Better than I dreamed it would be. Do me more, Yes, harder, deeper. Oh! Oh! Yes indeed. That is the way. Yes. Hurry and join me. I am almost there.” He groaned and said, “Now, right now! I’m cumming now.” She felt his hot sperm pulse deep inside her. She threw her head back and screamed OH! YESSSSSSSS.” A few moments later she again snuggled up to him and kissed his lips. “I love you Trey, I really do. You are a perfect lover. I want to rest a bit and just hold your cock and wait for it to get hard again. Then I will show you how much I love him. I want him in my mouth.” Trey said, “Girl please climb up here and sit over my face and he will wake up pretty soon.”

She moved up and kissed his lips, “You do that?”

“Come up here and find out. That’s right. A little bit more.” He pulled her down on his mouth. His tongue searched for and found her clit. “UNGHHHaa” she wailed. “My god that feels good. Aw yesss, unhuhn, right there, right therrrre. Yes! That’s it. Yes!” She was very wet now and he lapped at her pussy. Savoring the taste. Alyssa started rubbing up and back over his face. Suddenly he grabbed her and held her still. She stopped and Said, “OH! Your stitches. Did I hurt you. Let me see Oh I got you all wet. I am so sorry. Let me get a hot wet wash cloth and clean you up.”

“No, not yet, he is ready now, you promised.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hell yes, I’m fine.” He felt her little hand grasp his rejuvenated erection. He raised his head to watch and pulled a pillow under his head.

She examined his penis very carefully. She loved the strength of it. It was about eight inches long but very thick and massive. It was perfect. She lifted his balls gently and grinned up at him. “I’m so very glad none of your essential equipment got hurt. I love it so much.” With that she lowered her mouth to the head and softly slipped her lips down around it. She could only get about half of it in her mouth. She pulled up off it and then licked and kissed down to the base. She buried her nose in the tuft of hair there. She loved the slightly musky smell. It was intoxicating. She got the shaft slippery with her saliva and tasted her own juices. She moved her hands up and down the shaft while her lips loved the crown. She saw his scrotum had contracted so that his testicles were now tight up under the shaft. She marveled at natures way of protecting his reproductive organs while he was making love. The source of his sperm could not be left hanging vulnerable!

The Main Ingredient started signing Everybody Plays The Fool Sometime. Not bad, I thought, not bad at all. “What else did you choose?”

“Sade – Greatest Hits. Sex for the ears, really good. Haven”t heard her in ages.” He sat down next to me, resting his hand on my thigh. “Want some more wine? I need another beer.” I nodded. I liked his assurance, the way he was comfortable in my house. Actually, he should be – he just fucked me six ways from Sunday! I giggled at this expression, remembering that I heard in the Mel Gibson movie, Payback.

“What”s funny?” He said, settling down next to me. I told him and he laughed as well.

“Listen to me; could I – we – have a shower after this drink? I feel like I need to freshen up.”

“Sure,” I said, “Anytime you want.” I was annoyed. It seemed as if he was preparing to leave already and it was only a quarter to ten. “Hit and run after all, I see.”

He looked at me, a small smile on his face. He didn”t say anything for a full minute, drinking his beer thoughtfully. “Actually, I intend sleeping here tonight, at least until 5:30 or so – is that alright with you?”

“Sleeping over?” I was surprised. I was about to ask how he intended to get away with it – his wife and all that – but I didn”t, remembering that I didn”t want to know anything about his marriage. Anyway, rubbish little things – like Belinda - were already making me jealous and I didn”t need anymore. “Sure, sounds great, yes you may.” I was pleased, really pleased.

“So can I still have that shower later?” I pulled his ear. “Only if I can shower with you.” He leaned over and we kissed, nice kisses, like lovers, slow and deep. I could taste his beer. “So did you tell Margi about tonight?” I asked this deliberately, trying to surprise him.

“Yes,” He said, laughing, “She said to me that she expected it fully, was not surprised that you wanted to be with me only or first.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Really? She expected it? Why?”

“No good reason, really, she thinks every woman I meet immediately undresses for me. I wish. But she thought you found my dick irresistible, said she watched you staring at it.”

“Well, I did- haven”t seen anything like it before. Wow!”

“Glad you like it – how about that shower now?”

In the bathroom, while he undressed, I checked that I had enough towels for both of us.

“Music here too – I really like your layout.”

“Can”t live without music.” He had a nice body and I admired his colouring, a sort of caramel and brown. He wasn”t hairy at all and he was nicely muscled without being muscular. I ran my hands over his torso, liking the smooth feel of him. As I undressed I became self-conscious about my own white skin, feeling more naked than him.

“Before I get in, would you like some more wine? I think I”ll enjoy another beer here.”

“In the shower? I” haven”t done that before – why not?”

I adjusted the water while he padded out, his dick swinging from side to side. The Main Ingredient sang, harmonised about the Good Old Days. I hummed as I felt the water needles prickle my skin, making me feel alert again. Clyde came back with our drinks, put them on the top of the wall and slid the glass door closed.

“Aimee you are gorgeous!” He was admiring my body. I know I”m not really gorgeous but I liked hearing him say it. My body”s not bad, I don”t have stretch marks from my pregnancy and my extra kilos were evenly distributed so I didn”t look fat. “Can I wash you? With my hands?”

“Hmm, sounds lovely.”

“Here, enjoy your wine while I soap you.” So I stood there, drinking wine in my shower, a stranger called Clyde was lathering his hands with soap. Oh, I like my life, I thought, how I like living, how I like what I”m doing. I closed my eyes, steadying myself with one hand, holding my wine with other.

He was gentle. He spread the lather across my back, over my shoulders and he washed my tits, moving his hands in circular motions, squeezing them gently. I heard him take a swig of his beer but I kept my eyes closed, luxuriating in this rare pleasure. Why did Derek never offer to do this for me?

“Which is your favourite Main Ingredient track?” He asked. I don”t know if this was test, you know, to see if I really knew my stuff, or if he was simply curious. “Of This I”m Sure and Summer Breeze. Yours?” Sorry buddy, but I really did know my stuff.

“Just Don”t Want To Be Lonely. Rolling Down a Mountainside isn”t bad either. But you”re right; Summer Breeze is a real classic. Their version is better than the original by the Isley Brothers.” I made a mental note to check this out – it was new to me. The Isley Brothers? I was sure I had some of their stuff on a compilation CD. He was “washing” my butt now, squeezing my bum cheeks and soaping them. It felt wonderful, so intimate, so sensitive. He used his fingers to soap my butt groove, running his hands up and down, almost touching my pussy, teasing me. I was randy, horny already. He guided me to turn. My eyes were still closed so I couldn”t see him but he must have been squatting because he was soaping my tummy area, again not touching my pussy. His hands slid in between my legs and I parted them, he moved them up and down my thighs smoothly.

I liked his touch, I liked his intuition, the way he knew how to touch me. I couldn”t believe I was horny again, that my clit was twitching for him again. I sipped my wine, wondering if I was falling in love with this man. Spinning Around was playing, so sensual and so romantic. I sang softly with them; I must be falling in love, I must be falling in love.

“And now,” He said, his voice gruff and thick, “now for the coup de grace – lift your leg and put it on the rest, yes, there, that”s it.” I knew he was going to wash my pussy now.

I was right.

He had lathered his hands nicely, the foam feeling rich and thick. Using both his hands he soaped my cunt, slowly spreading the soap around my crotch. He still teased me, though, almost touching my inner lips and moving away again. He applied a little more pressure and I found myself wanting to follow his hands with my hips. I gyrated slowly, seeking his touch, wanting him to put his fingers into me. He parted my lips and gently inserted a finger. It slid in smoothly, the soap mixing with my juice and his come, blending into a slick lubricant. He then inserted another finger, filling me. I groaned and rocked on them. He was holding my bum with one hand, steadying me so that I could move with a little freedom.

“Fuck my fingers, darling, ride them.”

“Yes, I am, keep them there.” I moved on his hand, loving the feel of his slippery hand on my bum. I put my glass down on the shampoo shelf so that I had more control. I felt him lean towards me and he licked my clit. I was building swiftly. We did this for a while longer and then I felt it starting, like a fire, burning rapidly, out of control.

“Angel, I”m going to come now, finger me deeper!” I was past the point of no return, beyond control. I came then, hard and deep. I moaned and he sucked my clit and I pressed into his mouth, hard. I jerked as I rode the spasms, fucking his face, his whole face. He stood up and he kissed me, his fingers still massaging my throbbing clit. I held him tightly, letting my orgasm wash over me. “Oh God, I love what you do to me, I love it so much!”

“And I love doing it to you. Wow, you come so strongly!” He took another swig of beer. “My turn now, turn around bend slightly – I want to fuck you from behind.”

I looked at his cock before I turned and, sure enough, he was hard and rigid, his cock pointing almost straight up. So I did that, turned around and leaning against the shower wall, the water splashing onto my back. With one hand on the small of my back, he guided his big dick in between legs and eased it into my puss. No problem this time, I was lubricated and ready for him. I raised my bum slightly and he sank into me. It was a tight and snug fit. He moaned.

“Oh man, this feels so good – I love how tight you are.” He started fucking me slowly, shoving his cock into me. He didn”t stroke me fast but settled into a nice steady rhythm. He was careful not shove it all the way in because the rear entry allowed him deeper access to my cunt and he was aware of it. The top of his big head was pressing against the top of my cunt and it felt nice, sexy. I started moving in time to his stroke, riding him back.

“Yeah, darling, yeah – rock my cock like that, let me into you.” I loved how deep his voice was, how he let himself go completely.

“Feel good, angel?” I half turned to watch him, to look at his face.

“Oh yes, very good. Your pussy is so hot inside.” He started to quicken his stroke, pulling me back and forth with his hands on my hips. He squeezed my bum cheeks and parted them and I know he looking at my bum hole. I felt the water run down between the groove, streaming past his cock and down my legs.

“Deeper,” I said, “Fuck deeper – put your whole cock in.” I encouraged him to really fuck me, to penetrate me all the way. I like the sense of possession total penetration would give him.

“Yes,” He said, “I want to fuck you so damn deep.” I felt his thumb or finger playing with my bum hole, pressing against it. I hoped he didn”t have any intentions of fucking me in the bum because I didn”t think it would fit. I enjoyed the sensation of having my bum fingered while he fucked me. I let Anton screw me in the arse once, when we were newly married. We had a lot to drink that night. He had a thin dick but it still hurt and I was sore for days afterwards.

Clyde was simply playing with it though, and he slipped his other hand around my front and started playing with my clit. It felt big, like a marble, and he rubbed it in a circular motion. He fucked me in a three-way rhythm; dick sliding in and out, finger in my butt (I could feel that he had slicked it on my cunt juice and had now penetrated my arse with the tip of his finger) and my clit being stimulated.

“Oh, darling, I can”t hold back any longer – I”m going to shoot deep into you now!” With that he shoved hard and deep into me and I felt his finger go a little deeper into my bum. He came, then, his hips slapping hard and fast against my bum and, God help me, but I came again with him, shoving backwards to meet his triumphant cock, loving the feel of his hot come squirting inside me, feeling my bum hole contract around his finger.

We stood like that a while, breathing hard, water spraying on both of us. I leaned back against him and he cupped my tits with both his hands, squeezing them gently. He still felt hard inside me.

“Wonderful, fucking wonderful.” He stepped away and his cock made a little plopping sound as it left. I didn”t want him to leave me just yet, I wanted to hold onto him a while longer. Wistfully I sipped my wine, watching him drink deeply from his beer.

“So,” He said, “What do you think? About us I mean.” I wasn”t sure what he was asking but I knew that I would give the wrong answer, no matter what I said. I didn”t want to tell him that I had these feelings for him, whatever they were, but neither did I want to say that I felt nothing at all. I opted for safety.

“You are one hell of a lover, you know that?”

“My darling, it is you that brings the magic, that makes this special.” He smiled at me, and he sounded sincere.

“You know what? I”ve realised something – you know this old argument about size versus technique? It assumes that guys with small dicks have technique and guys with big dicks have no technique. Now that I”ve had the pleasure of being done by a dick of truly awesome proportions I can honestly say that technique, with a big dick, is a winner!”

He nodded. “Thank you – I take that as a real and genuine compliment. You, though, have the ability to write a brand new version of the Khama Sutra. Wow, you are brilliant. Tell me, what”s your favourite position?”

I laughed. “Well, I always like to be in a position of strength! You know, I like to always know what”s going on. You remember that movie – Wall Street – with Michael Douglas and Charlie Sheen?” He nodded. “Well, in that movie I heard I line haven”t forgotten; You are always negotiating – do you remember it?”

“Not really but I get your drift, I know what you mean and, as I think about, I agree. Are we negotiating now?”

“Of course, always. So, you think I”m great, do you?” He nodded, falling neatly into my little trap. “Better than Margi and Belinda?”

He laughed. “Ouch. Now that would be telling, wouldn”t it? But yes, of course yes, you are much better. Belinda isn”t worth talking about, like I said that was just drinking sex and she gave me the impression she picked guys up at the airport all the time. Margi has her own charms, though, and I like her immensely. And me? Am I better than Derek?”

“Derek who?” He laughed. I loved the way he laughed, naturally and happily. We chatted a while longer in the shower, until the water started cooling off. We got out then, towelling each other off, clowning around in the bathroom. It all seemed so natural, like we”ve known each other a long time.

“You know what? I”m feeling peckish now – can I take you up on your offer?”

“Great idea – I”m feeling hungry too. How about a homemade hamburger?”

“Perfect! Sounds good. Do you mind if I don”t get dressed and just wore this towel?”

“Mind? No way – of course you can. Want me to do the same?”

“Yep – please do. Its so sexy.”

So we made hamburgers that way, naked beneath our towels. I wore mine the way he did, around the waist, and he occasionally reached out and cupped a breast. He told me jokes, really funny ones, and I laughed while I made our food. He watched me, talking and drinking beer, looking very much at home.

We moved to the lounge to eat, sitting on the floor and I played him a selection of my favourite music. The more we talked the more I found myself liking him, warming to his charm and natural likeableness, if there is such a word, and I enjoyed watching him.

At about midnight, the time having flown by, we went to bed and I wondered if we would make love again. Silly of me, of course, because as soon as we slid between he crisp clean sheets he pulled me towards him. We lay side by side, kissing each languidly. He rubbed my back, entwined his fingers in my hair and whispered to me between kisses. I held him, feeling the heat radiate off his body, feeling the strength of his arms and chest. I pressed closer to him, squashing my tits on his chest so that I could feel his heart beat and I kissed his neck lightly and smelled my soap on him, liking the fact that smelled of me, my home. I had my leg over him and could feel his cock nuzzling my pussy. As I stroked his hair his breathing became regular, deep and I realised that he had fallen asleep, hard cock and all. I smiled to myself, just like a greedy boy, wanting more than he could handle.

I let him sleep and ran my fingers gently through his hair. When I was sure he was asleep I reached over and switched the lamp on so that I could look at him. He was fast asleep, content. I ran my fingers lightly over his face, his nut-brown face and I marvelled at what had happened between myself and him. I wouldn”t admit it to him, not now anyway, but this was best sex I had ever had, eclipsing even the stunning thing with Andrea. It was hard to compare, unfair really, because I wasn”t sure what I was comparing. All I knew is that I felt replete, satiated, happy deep within myself. I fell asleep that way, with the light on, kissing him lightly on the forehead and touching him tenderly.

Oddly enough, he woke me that way, with soft kisses and light touches. I snuggled closer to him as I awoke, the memory of last night flooding back, making me feel all warm and soft inside. We were warm under the blanket and we simply picked up where we left off the night before: kissing and touching. I could feel his cock again, hard and rigid, and slid up and down on it, covering it with my puss juice. I liked the way it felt, filling the space between my legs, rubbing my clit with the shaft.

After a while he pushed me on to my back and mounted me, nudging my legs open with his knees. Looking into my eyes and saying “Morning darling” he slid his dick into me.

I was tender there, in my cunt, almost sore from the battering of last night, but he was gentle, almost as if he sensed he needed to be careful. I opened my legs wider to ease the slight discomfort and it helped. As he stroked me I held him around his shoulders and rubbed his back. “Morning to you, too”, I said softly and started moving in time to his strokes.

We made love that morning, not the urgent and demanding fucking of the night before, but tenderly and gently. I was comfortable beneath him and enjoyed the deep slow ride he gave me, the delicious feel of his cock moving in and out of me. He moved his one hand beneath me, under my bum, and this tightened my cunt even more. He squeezed it hard, cock-fucking me tenderly. I beat him this time and I came before he did. Deep and satisfying spasms gripped my lower abdomen and I heard myself say “Oh my angel, I love you.” I said this without realising it and he didn”t react. He kissed me though, ardently and started fucking me faster, squeezing my bum harder. With a deep sigh, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him and let him fuck me at his own pace. He made his thrusting movements deliberate, driving in deep, pausing for a second and withdrawing slowly and then plunging deeply into me again. “I”m coming, angel, I”m coming.” He had thrust into me when he said this and he held it there, deep in me, and came. “Come, my angel, come.” I loved the way it felt, his cock jerking, his come warm inside me.

He lay on top of me for a while and then slid down beside me. Almost immediately, I could feel our love juices dribble out of me, slide down my bum and onto the sheet. So much for putting clean sheets on – I”ll have to change these today. He offered me a cigarette but it was too early for me. He dragged deeply and blew a plume of smoke into the air.

“Shall I put some music on?” I asked him, not sure if he found the early morning silence to be oppressive.

“Oh no, leave it off – lets just lay and talk a while before I go.” My heart fell at these words, I didn”t want him to go. “Damn,” He continued, “I should have brought my overnight bag in last night.”

“Good grief – you brought an overnight bag? How on did you manage to get that out of the house?” I was startled, not caring if I broke my own rule about not knowing about his marriage.

He laughed. “No, it”s not what you think – I”m supposed to be in Cape Town on a business trip. Should have left yesterday evening but I postponed my flight to this morning at 7:30. Down for a day because I fly back at six tonight.”

“Oh, that explains everything….I was wondering. So, did the evening live up to your expectations?”

“Hell no – it far exceeded it. You know, I was not quite sure how you would be – well, with everything. The racial thing a factor for you?” He deserved an honest answer and I tried to give him one.

“Well, I wouldn”t have responded to the ad if it was. I worried about it for a while not quite sure what to think. I”ve wondered about guys of other races from time to time but I have never been in a position to explore it. But when I met you and got to know you a little bit I realised that it didn”t matter at all. Funny country we live in, don”t you think? And you, been with many white woman before?”

He puffed slowly on the cigarette, taking his time to answer.

“I don”t count. Used to but not anymore. A good few.” He turned to me. “Actually, I”m married to one.” He was full of surprises, always one step ahead of me. I had no answer so I simply said “Oh, I see.” And left it at that.

We lay like for a while and I moved closer to him and put my head on his chest. His heart beat steadily, boom, boom, boom. He got up and slipped his pants on to go and fetch his bag.

I lay in bed, smoking anyway, thinking about him; our sex, me and how I felt about him. It was not good for me to feel this way, in fact, it was the world”s worst thing. I felt sad that he was going and I had no reason or right. He came back and invited me to shower with him but I said no, offered to make coffee instead. Briefly I thought about the Van Wyks across the road, wondered if they had seen Clyde. Hope so, I thought, give them something to talk about, the envious bastards.

He sang in the shower, completely tuneless but with lots of gusto. He made my home seem like a home with a real man in it, including the time Anton was here. I felt a bit deflated, making the coffee and thinking about his white wife. In a strange way, I”d been competing with all the women in his life since I met him. How stupid and pointless. I had the edge over Margi, age and all that, and Belinda was nothing more than an airport slut and I thought, assumed, that, being married to someone of his own background and race, I would offer something more, something different just by virtue of being white. The fact that his wife was white nullified whatever little edge I thought I had and I began to feel as if I was just another notch on his belt, another mark on the barrel of his rifle.

I took the coffee to the room. He was brushing his hair, almost dressed already. He had shaved and his aftershave filled the room, hung around us both. I sat quietly and watched him as he concentrated on making his tie.

“Why so pensive?” He adjusted the knot. It looked perfect.

“No reason, just a little tired, I think, last night was pretty hectic.” I smiled wanly at him and asked the inevitable question. “When I will hear from you again?”

“Ah, glad you brought that up – how do we stand with the threesome? Are you still interested or did last night change things?” His voice was guarded, cautious. I hated this, I really did. I was in a trap of my own making – truth be told, I wasn”t that keen on Margi anymore and that was because I simply wanted to be with Clyde. Only. I didn”t even want Derek anymore. But I put on a bright smile, wearing the mask.

“Oh that, sure, of course. When was it again? Wednesday?”

He looked at me quizzically.

“Sure, Wednesday. Okay, that”s set we”ll work out the details on Monday. Anyhow, can I call you today sometime?”

“Of course, why do you need to ask? Please call me, I”d love that.”

“Me too,” He said quietly, “”Too damn much.” He kept quiet again, sipping his coffee. “Listen, this morning, in bed, you said…..” His voice trailed off. So he did hear me after all, it did register. I held my breath. What have I started? His eyes were locked on mine. “No forget it, my imagination is working overtime.” Before I could speak he went on hurriedly. “Wow – look at the time. I better leave now, right now, or else I”ll miss my flight and then I”ll be deep in the crap.”

“Yes, you better go.” I stood up and we hugged.

I walked him to the door. He looked so smart, all clean and business-like in his suit, smelling of aftershave, swinging his bag with the silver Voyager card winking in the morning light. He stood at the door, looking uncertain. How cute, I thought, for a change he doesn”t know what to do.

“Well, okay, then – thanks for a truly special night, a wonderful night. Speak to you later?”

I leaned forward and kissed him on his lips.

“Don”t worry so much. Enjoy your flight and we”ll talk later.” He looked relieved.

“Okay, see you!”

He walked away, moving down the path, looking his old cocky self again. Men are such little boys, really, so easy to reassure.

As he started his car, he opened the window. The car rolled slowly to my front gate.

“Thank you”, he mouthed. I nodded and waved.

“Hey, before you go: I meant it.” I looked into his eyes for a second, watching the realisation dawn on his face. He smiled and I turned away, pulling my dressing gown tightly around me.

I closed the door. I heard the A4 power away.

That morning was a bit if a blur for me. I was tempted to tidy up but I didn”t. I got back into bed, decided to lie in for another half an hour. I ran through the events of the night before, savouring each detail. The more I remembered the more melancholic I became. I knew that I was making a mess of this, I knew that my emotions were getting in the way. Why did he have to be so damn nice, so funny, so sexy, so charming and so damn lovable? Why of why did he have to know and like my music?

This was a sex thing, I told myself, I had no business in mucking it up. I remembered how I felt when I caught Anton cheating on me, how I hated the other woman. And here I was; the other woman. Anyway, I didn”t know what he thought of me, how he felt. For all I knew he told Margi the same things he told me, acted the same way. He had a way with women, he knew how to wrap them around his finger. I was willing to bet that this was not his first marriage, and that he cheated regularly. In fact, by his own admission, he did. Swine, I thought, men are swine.

I was also irritated by the fact that I had to do a blood test for Aids. I pondered this moodily on my way to the pathologist – what a life. But I needed to be sure, I needed to know. After giving the blood I was told I would be contacted with 24 hours regarding the results.

That morning passed moodily for me and I was snappy again. Derek called me and I blew him off, not wanting the phone occupied in case Clyde called, hating myself for waiting but waiting anyway. I wanted him to call. And he did. At 11;30 he called. My heart stopped.

“Hi there! How you doing?” I closed my eyes and put my hand on my chest.

“Clyde. I”m well, I”m okay,” I dropped my voice. “I”m a little sore, tender, you know, down there.” He chuckled.

“Me too, I feel a bit sore too but hey, I”m not complaining. Are you busy?”

“Yeah, work stuff, no biggie. How was your flight?”

“The usual, crappy actually, bumpy on the approach. It”s raining down here. Again. And I”ve got a load of meetings to attend – contract negotiations.” He fell silent. I played the trick: I kept quiet too. Suddenly he said, “I miss you, Aimee, I miss you and I don”t understand it.”

It was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. This was what I wanted to hear. I sat down, feeling weak and feeling pleased.

“Aimee? Are you there?”

“Yes, I am,” My voice was small. “I”m listening to you. I miss you too, my angel, I miss you too. More than I can say, more than I understand.”

“Yeah, I know. We have to talk. Soon. I won”t be able to call you this weekend, you know how it is, so I”ll call you on Monday and we”ll set something up. Okay with you?”

“Monday”s too far away. Can I call you later? Between meetings?”

“Sure – say about 2:30? I”ll be on my way to the city centre for a meeting there. How”s that?”

“Its fine, Clyde, I”ll call you then. Thanks, and thanks for calling.”

“Sure. Talk to you later my darling.”

There. It was done. It was a conspiracy. I was having an affair with a married man.

The rest of the morning passed quickly. I hummed as I worked, hummed some Main Ingredient songs, repeated Summer Breeze over and over again. I rushed impatiently through lunch, counting the minutes to two thirty. As the clocked ticked slowly towards the appointed time I ached, willing it to go faster, wanting to rush the time along. Then, at two fifteen, with fifteen minutes to go, Derek called me.

“Hi doll,” He said and suddenly I hated being called that.

“Oh hi. What”s up?”

“Nothing urgent, just missing you. Are you okay? With me, I mean, did I do something wrong?” I felt guilty and I winced, his innocence cutting me.

“No, of course not. There”s nothing wrong. Why do you ask?”

“I don”t know, just a funny feeling you know. You seem different these days, distracted, off with me?”

“Oh no, its nothing, really, just pressure at work, deadlines.”

“Sure? Is that it? Nothing else?”

“No, really. Nothing else.”

“Okay, if you say so. What are we doing this week-end?”

“Nothing special – is there something you want to do? Go out for dinner maybe?”

“I wish we could go to Mosselbaai – that would be nice.” I glanced at the clock. 2:25. “How about we go over to Harry”s place tomorrow? Watch the rugby there, have a braai?”

“Okay, that sounds good. It”s Anton”s weekend with Chad so there”ll be no problem.”

“Oh yes, I remember. Pity. Chad would enjoyed Harry”s kids – they seem to get on. I”ll come around tonight. We still have beer, don”t we?” I winced again. Clyde drank most of it – there was only one can left.

“I”ll pick some up after work, don”t worry about it.” 2:28.

“Really?” His voice brightened. I had never before bought beer for him. “Okay – see you tonight then. Oh, before I forget – do you have Megan”s dishes? She can”t seem to find them and thinks she may have left them at your place the last time she and Tom visited.” 2:30.

“No, I don”t. She must have left them elsewhere. You know how scatterbrained she is.” I didn”t even know what he was talking about. Damn. 2:31.

“Yep, real blond. Okay, see you tonight.”

“Okay. Bye.” I put the phone down and called Clyde immediately.

“Aimee – right on time.” His deep voice was burred, thick like honey.

“Hi Clyde – where are you?”

“Driving towards the city. It”s cleared up a little, the mountain looks like a postcard picture because it has clouds settling around it.” I could picture this in my mind. “Wish you were here, really – and I”m not looking forward to this next meeting. I”m having difficulty in concentrating today, for some reason or another.” I smiled to myself.

“I wonder why – I”m having the same problem. And the day is dragging. All of a sudden I”m not looking forward to the week-end.”

“Yeah, I know – me neither. Monday is such a long time away. Got anything special planned for this week-end?”

“No, not really. Something has come up – Derek wants us to visit some friends. Clyde, he”s a little suspicious of me. I think I”ve been cool towards him and he asked about it. Knowing him, I”ll hear more of it this week-end.”

“Hope it”s not serious – is it?” He sounded concerned. Good.

“No, don”t think so. I”ll handle it.”

“I hate what that translates into.” He fell silent, car noise filling the space between us. “Listen, I”m almost there and I have to find parking now. If I have a chance, can I call you before my flight takes off?”

“Sure – that if its early enough. Derek”s coming over at 6:30 or so. It won”t be wise to call after that.” I hated this, this cloak and dagger stuff, this creeping about and the complex arrangements. And it”s only been one day!

The day deteriorated after that and mercifully went by quickly. He called me again, briefly, from the airport, speaking in between announcements for boarding and gate numbers. He sounded tired, flat and distracted. He had almost missed his flight because of the traffic out of town, having managed to check in minutes before the flight was closed. We agreed to talk Monday again.

As it turned out, that weekend was a crucial one in my life and it was just as well that those two days intervened in my meeting with Clyde. Besides having all that time to think things over, I had several deep chats with Derek. Looking back now, I suppose I was accepting the fact that Clyde and I had something going, that we had something more than great sex. In truth, I still believe that the beginnings of something good and lasting were there, that we had a fertile seedbed for a real and lasting relationship to build on.

But I realised that I was going on something not much more than a hunch and that, if I broke it down, I was expecting Clyde to get divorced because I”m not the mistress kind of girl. I knew that I felt something real for him and that, given time and opportunity I would badger him to leave his wife. I didn”t want to be the cause for a break up of a marriage. I would also be breaking Derek”s heart. Maybe our relationship wasn”t the furnace that Clyde offered but it was stable and comfortable. It was predictable and therefore safe. Also there was the fact Chad and Derek were getting on and I was reluctant to think I would be introducing Chad to a series on “uncles”.

Derek also told me that he was worried about us, that he didn”t want to lose me. He felt that he may have been neglecting me and that we were drifting apart. Truth was I was neglecting him. I felt a whole lot of guilt – not because of the sex but because of the how I felt about Clyde. There was also the nagging notion that I was not yet finished experimenting. If I was brutally honest about it, I had to accept that I had been looking for strangers to have sex with, that I was not on a quest to find a soul mate. Clyde just happened to be really hot, well-hung and a charmer second to none.

So, by the time Sunday morning had come, I had already made up my mind to break it off with Clyde and Margi. It was too risky, too complicated to be trusted. On top of that, Derek and I had great sex that week-end, a lot for us really, because we did it Friday night, Saturday afternoon, again late that night after the braai and on Sunday morning again. I had orgasms each time, good ones, not the atomic stuff with Clyde but it was better than before. I think I had become more aware of my body, how it worked and what it needed. I guided Derek, gently, made him understand that we were both making love and that he wasn”t on a race-track. I know he must have wondered what had happened to me because of the big changes in me but he wisely didn”t ask. I also volunteered to give him a blowjob, a real one, not the usual do-I-have-to-please-hurry-up-and-come-already one I used to give him but a slow, willing and sensual one, like I did with Clyde. Because he was smaller I had more mobility with my tongue and lips and I really strung it out for him, playing with my pussy while I did it. When I let him come in my mouth I swear he was willing to be my slave for life. He couldn”t stop going on and on about it, how great it was. He didn”t know it but I fantasised about Clyde while we fucked, kept my eyes closed the whole time and pretended it was him. I know I can”t do that forever but I also know that Clyde changed me forever, changed me for the better. I showed Derek how to finger me, told him it was alright to talk while fucking, that the odd swearword was okay too. The fingering technique was a combination of what Andrea did to me and what Clyde knew about me; a divine mix of sensuality and instinctive carnal knowledge. We had a great 69 as well and I think Derek had a few lessons in sex that weekend that he thought he didn”t need. I know that he will want more blowjobs in the future but I will ration these, make it a treat so that it doesn”t get stale and remains a fresh sexy novelty for both us. After that week-end, Derek was like a little puppy, looking at me with wondering eyes. We definitely grew closer. By the Sunday afternoon, I felt like we were a proper family, for the first time.

However.

When Monday morning came I could a sense a mood of anticipation within myself; I knew that Clyde would be calling. I”m pretty good with remaining honest and true to myself so I knew I wouldn”t be going back on my word but I still had the sense of excitement, the urge to speak to Clyde.

He must have been feeling the same because he called early, 7:45, while I was still driving to work. When I heard his voice the hairs on the back on my neck stood, I had goose bumps on my arms!

“Aimee! At last! I couldn”t wait any longer – are you well?” He sounded enthusiastic.

“Hi Clyde – nice to hear you voice again. Have a good weekend?” I decided to play it cool, neutral.

“So-so. It dragged on a bit. I was tempted to call you both on Saturday and Sunday.”

“Oops, glad you didn”t – would have been awkward. I had Derek there the whole weekend and he didn”t leave me alone for a second. We had a good time.” I hated myself for saying this but I needed to leave clues early, set the scene for our meeting later.

He paused.

“Oh – well, I”m glad for you.” He sounded deflated. Damn, I wasn”t so subtle after all. Hating myself even more, I said:

“So where and when are we meeting to settle our thing, to get it sorted out?”

“We could meet in Sandton again,” he sounded less excited now, “or anywhere that suits you.” Actually, he sounded peeved. I sighed. Dear sexy, lovable Clyde.

“Sandton it is. Same time, same place?”

“Yes, suits me.” Even more muted now.

“Okay, hotshot, see you later!” and I rang off, angry with myself, angry with the world.

To make matters worse, in a sense, Derek sent me a lovely bouquet of red, red roses that morning. I suppose that this was a good thing, for him and for me, but not good for Clyde. I passed a melancholic morning, teetering between the good thing with Derek and the deliciously wicked thing with Clyde. But I knew, in my heart, that I had to remain steadfast. At about ten that morning I got a call telling me that I didn”t have aids. No news, really, but important enough.

We met as arranged. He was alone this time, looking pensive as he waited for me, smoking a broody cigarette.

He didn”t forget his manners though, still stood up as I approached.

“Hello – you are looking as lovely as ever.” A gentleman to the last.

“And you sir, are as handsome as I remember.”

He ordered drinks for us and, drawing on his cigarette, he leaned forward.

“So, in between the last time we spoke on Friday and this morning, what has been going on in your life?” Precise, exact and to the point.

I sighed. “A lot really and I think you deserve the whole truth.” I told him then, not rushing, about how I felt that I was falling in love with him and the dangers for us both. About Derek, about Chad and about me. When I finished we sat in silence for a while, smoking in a companionable silence.

“You”re right, of course,” he eventually said, “about everything. After that night I couldn”t get you out of my head either. I started comparing you to Debbie and that”s not fair on you or her. I love her, I really do, but the sex thing is a long and boring story so I won”t go in to it. Divorce? No, not again,” I nodded – so I was right, “and I can”t believe this thing between you and I happened so fast.” He looked around, weary, tired. “Strange world, we go looking for a little fun and fall into our traps. What”s that song, the one by the Eagles? I forget its name but it has a line it – every refuge has its price – know it?” I did and he was so right. No free lunches, not ever.

“So, does this mean you ride off into the sunset? You disappear from my life?”

“Clyde, you are to attractive to me, I want you too much. And yet, I know, you will come at a price neither of us can afford and, if we pay it, we won”t be proud of it. So yes, I have to say goodbye to you.”

He shook his head. “I can”t believe it – a week ago we sat here planning a threesome. Today we sit agreeing not see each other again.” He took both my hands into his. “Aimee, promise me, if you change your mind about anything, you will let me know?”

“Of course, Clyde, of course I will. And you, will you be okay?” He laughed dryly.

“Oh yes I will be. Actually, I have to carry on as per normal, get you out of my system. Margi will be there, bless her, and the two of us will look after each other. But I”ll never forget you Aimee, never, neither you nor your wonderful music.” He stood up abruptly and stuck his hand out. “This is goodbye then, Aimee, and good luck.” I stood up and shook his hand, ending it as we started it, shaking hands.

We both left, walking in opposite directions, away from each other. I haven”t seen him or Margi or heard from them since. Such an odd couple, such a wonderful man. We made a strange threesome.

I never did tell him that I tested clear for Aids.