Disparate Housewives

Chapter 1 - Moving In

Paige Turner looked around the living room tiredly. She and her husband Bob had been moving furniture since early morning. The movers had unloaded the furniture and boxes Thursday afternoon, and by the time they were through, Paige had been exhausted. Bob had come home from his new job to find his wife asleep on the couch. With a quiet smile, he had found an old blanket and covered her with it, then went upstairs and fell asleep on his bare, unmade mattress.

“I can’t believe we had all this stuff in a one-bedroom apartment!” exclaimed Paige.

“I think that is the sixteenth time you’ve said that,” commented her husband. “Or was it the seventeenth?”

“Ha ha!” she replied dryly. “Maybe you’d like to move the couch again?”

“Never! It’s staying there until we move or die!” replied Bob. He had to agree with her; it seemed like there were boxes everywhere that he wasn’t at all sure of. Paige simply snorted in derision.

The Turners were moving into their first house. They had left their large and nice, but still one bedroom, apartment in Northern California at the beginning of the week and had been living out of suitcases for several days, waiting for the shippers to deliver their furniture and belongings to their new home in Kissimmee, outside of Orlando. Bob had had to go into work Thursday. He was the new web sales division manager for CraysCo; at thirty he was young for the position with a bright future ahead. It was time for the young couple to ‘grow up’ and settle down, buy a house, and think about the future.

Now they had the furniture moved around, the master bedroom suite was in place but not made, the dining room and living room furniture were in place, the entertainment center was installed. Still all over the house were cartons and boxes with their clothes, books, papers and files, dishes and silverware, and all their other belongings. Bob had stayed home Friday to help Paige settle in. They would spend the long weekend unpacking.

Bob grinned as he studied his wife’s profile. She stood there looking around absently. He wasn’t sure whether she looked better coming towards him or moving away. Leaving aside the stunning heart-shaped face, sapphire blue eyes, and wavy auburn hair that went halfway down her back, she was possessed of an outstanding bust, a narrow waist, legs that looked impossibly long for her five-foot-five-inch frame, and an ass to die for. As tired and dirty as she was, she looked impossibly sexy in her t-shirt and shorts.

Bob grabbed his crotch and called to her, “Hey baby, here’s something you forgot to unpack!”

Paige looked at him in confusion and then saw how he was thrusting his groin at her and holding his cock and balls through the fabric of the gym shorts he was wearing. Laughing, she replied, “Shit! That’s just some light duty packing. You can take care of that little old thing with one hand!”

“You know better, baby! This is a heavy load needing both your hands.” He moved lewdly in front of her, gyrating his hips and thrusting obscenely at her.

Laughing, Paige came around in front of her husband, pushing the coffee table aside with her leg. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards. Chuckling, Bob fell backwards onto the couch, his legs spread wide before him. “Heavy lifting, baby!”

Giggling, Paige knelt in front and grabbed her husband’s shorts at the waist band, then yanked them down. Bob lifted slightly to help her, and a few seconds later he was naked from the waist down. His cock was still soft, though it was beginning to thicken nicely. Paige grabbed his cockshaft and tugged it slightly with her right hand, reaching between his legs to gently cup and fondle his balls. “Hate to say it, Bob, but it still looks like a one-hander to me.”

Bob smiled as he watched Paige fondling him. “You just keep working on the problem, honey, it’ll grow on you.” Paige snorted again, and then lowered her face to her husband’s crotch, opening her mouth and feeding his growing cock inside. He had a slightly sweaty taste and smell, but it wasn’t unpleasant, just a wonderful reminder that Bob was all man, a wonderfully virile male who loved her and who she loved in return.

Bob smiled and closed his eyes briefly, then looked down to where Paige was sucking his cock. It had stiffened nicely, and she had begun making love to it with her mouth. With one hand she was stroking the shaft, twisting it gently. The other hand was lifting and caressing his ball sac with feathery touches. She was drooling over his cock, lubricating it for her fingers, and she alternated sucking the cockhead and pulling back, to lick down the length of his shaft to tongue his balls. Occasionally she would suck first one then the other into her mouth, then reverse course, licking her way back to the tip. Whenever his cock was between her lips, Bob marveled as her cheeks sucked inward as she suctioned his cockhead; the feeling was simple ecstasy!

Paige smiled up at her husband as she sucked and jacked his cock. She intended to have him return the favor, and her pussy was throbbing in wet anticipation. She tongued and twisted his shaft and he moaned, beginning to hump his cock up towards her, trying to thrust it into her mouth. From long experience she knew what would happen next, and it only took another minute or two. Reaching down, Bob took her head and moved it so that she was sucking his cock and began thrusting into her mouth. Paige continued fondling his balls and jacking as she began bobbing her head up and down, feeling him thrust towards her throat. His groans became louder until finally he moaned and sagged back into the cushions. His cock began spurting cum into her mouth, and Paige was hard pressed to keep up with the flow.

Finished, she gave his sensitive cock one last lick and leaned back and smiled up at her panting husband. “Your turn,” she announced.

Bob looked at her. “Hmmm?”

“Your turn, I said. You know what I mean!”

Bob snorted and smiled. They switched positions and before she could sit, he had grabbed his wife’s shorts and pulled them to the floor. Next came her bikini panties, and then she was sitting on the couch, her legs spread wide, and her pussy pushed forward to the edge of the cushions. Bob could see her pussy glistening moistly and he could smell her need. He knelt and moved forward.

Paige gasped as his tongue flicked across her pussy lips. She was always embarrassed by her pussy; she thought her inner labia were too noticeable and obvious. Her husband thought her lips were perfect, and even though she shaved bare, they made it obvious she wasn’t a little girl. He flicked his tongue across her lips again, then began tracing their outline top to bottom, right to left. He avoided her clit completely. As Paige began to moan, loudly, he reached between her legs with his hands, spreading her thighs wide and pulling her pussy lips apart, then he began to tongue the wet pinkness inside.

“Oh God! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” she begged, running her fingers through his curly hair. “Oh God!” She began humping her pussy towards his wet face, and her legs wrapped around him and began beating on his back. Bob dove forward and wrapped his lips around her clit and Paige shrieked in pleasure.

“No more, no more, it’s too much!” Bob ignored her and tried to inhale her clitoris, probing into her pussy with his fingers. She began panting harshly as she writhed beneath him, and her moans became incoherent gibberish. Finally, Bob relented and pulled away, to look up at his wife. She had a glazed look in her eyes. When she returned the look, she found that he was positioning his resurgent cock at her cuntlips. “Yes!” she said and spread her legs wide. Her husband slammed his cock inside her, and Paige’s back arched as another orgasm flashed through her.

Bob reached down and peeled off his t-shirt, then pushed her t-shirt and sports bra up to her neck. She had the greatest tits, he thought for about the millionth time, big and firm D-cups that jiggled in time with his thrusts. He bent down and licked her huge nipples, then straightened up and began fucking her hard. Paige took her hands and began pinching her nipples, as she moaned and repeated over and over, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Bob grabbed her hips for even more leverage and slamfucked her until it was his back arching, and his second cum pumped through his pulsing cockshaft into her overheated pussy.

Bob collapsed forward onto his wife, who wrapped her arms around him and held him to her breasts. They cuddled together as they got their breath back. The mood was ruined when Paige’s stomach rumbled loudly. Bob snorted and another rumble caused him to laugh loudly. Paige giggled and said, “For some reason, I’m hungry!” After a third rumble, they were both laughing.

Bob reached down and handed his wife her shorts and panties. “Get dressed, we’ll go out for dinner.”

Paige took the clothes, but asked, “Are you out of your mind? I am filthy from moving shit all day, sweaty and smelly from a totally different reason, and you want me to go out dressed like this?”

Her husband shrugged. “Works for me.”

Paige simply rolled her eyes in disbelief. “Well, it doesn’t work for me.”

“And your suggestion is?”

Paige stood and pulled on her clothes. “KFC or something.”

“Okay, but I get the first shower, then.” Still naked, Bob turned and ran for the stairs.

Paige stared after her husband. It was okay for her to go out smelling like she’d just fucked her brains out, but he wanted a shower. She followed him up to their new master bedroom. He was already inside the shower and adjusting the water. She found a pen and notepad in her pocketbook and sat down on the unmade mattress and began making a grocery list.

When Bob came out of the five-minute shower and began toweling dry, she called to him through the open door of the bathroom. “Here, if you’re going out, you can go shopping.”

“Hmm? What was that?” he asked, stepping into the bedroom.

She waved the grocery list at him. He was still naked, and she was tempted to drag him back to bed, but she was hungry! “We need some groceries - milk, bread, that sort of thing. Here’s a list. Pick it up before picking up dinner.”

Bob looked at the boxes around him but couldn’t remember which held his underwear. Shrugging in defeat, he grabbed a pair of khakis from his suitcase and slid them on commando-style, followed by a tennis sweater over bare skin. “Want to come? We can go out to dinner.”

Paige shook her head. “I’m going to take a shower myself. You just be back with dinner, and I’ll start getting stuff cleaned up around here.”

Bob simply looked around at all the boxes and nodded. He slipped barefoot into a pair of loafers, took the list from Paige, kissed her goodbye, and left.

Paige and her husband had been living out of a pair of suitcases since moving into their new house. Grabbing a short silk robe from the top of her suitcase, she padded into the bathroom, then changed her mind and came back to the bedroom. Pulling the robe on and belting it tightly, she went down the hallway and into the second bedroom. Quite a few boxes were being stored in the two spare bedrooms, since without any extra bedroom furniture they were still empty.

Paige thought she had seen the box she was looking for in the second bedroom, but after a few minutes, skipped across the hallway to the third bedroom. It was in the corner, and she grabbed it and carried it back down the hall to the master bedroom. Running a long fingernail down the tape strip holding it together, she opened it and smiled. Just what she was looking for! Inside were the contents of her lingerie drawer and nightstand. Her regular ‘work’ underwear she kept in a different dresser drawer; the ‘nightie’ drawer held her sexy nightgowns, stockings, and thongs. The nightstand held a variety of sex toys, some adult DVDs, a tube of KY, and a home enema kit.

Paige grabbed the enema kit and headed for the bathroom. By the time Bob returned from shopping, she had cleaned up inside and out, shaved everywhere, and dressed. She was waiting for her husband in the living room when he fumbled open the front door, carrying a large bag of groceries. “Want to give me a hand, baby?” he called out.

“You sure you want me to go outside and help?” she asked, standing up and coming close.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed. He looked his wife up and down. She had on a little fly-away sheer black top, held together by a single bow above her large tits and coming down to just above her belly button, black thigh-high fishnet stockings, and black stiletto heeled shoes. “Uh, maybe not!”

“I didn’t think so,” she said with a smile. “How about you hand me that and go back for the rest?”

“Yeah, how about I do that.” Bob handed her the bag and went back for more. A second trip finished off the groceries, and a third brought in a large pizza and a cold six-pack of beer. “I didn’t want chicken. How about a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese?”

The aroma was mouthwatering. “Ummm, yummy!” Paige went into the kitchen and found some napkins.

Bob set the pizza down on the coffee table and tore the lid from the cardboard box and ripped it in half, creating a pair of impromptu plates. He popped open a couple of beers. When his half-naked wife returned, he slid a piece of pizza onto her box top and commented, “Love the outfit! You should wear it more often.”

“Yeah? Well, I didn’t think it would be a good idea to go outside in this. Back home in Knoxville this would get me stoned.”

Bob snorted in agreement. He was originally from southern California, where his wife’s outfit would have drawn stares only because of the beautiful woman it covered. Knoxville, Tennessee, was the self-proclaimed ‘buckle in the Bible Belt’ and infinitely more conservative. “I’ll make you a deal. You wear that tomorrow while we finish unpacking.” He stopped to take a large bite of his own pizza and follow it with some beer.

Paige waited for him to continue, and when he didn’t, she asked, “So what’s your part of the deal?”

“Hmm? Oh, well, I simply provide you all the sex you so obviously need.”

Paige’s eyes widened and she coughed, spewing half her swallow of beer towards her husband. “You are so full of shit!” she exclaimed after she got her breath back.

Bob shrugged. “And then later, we can go out, maybe a date.”

Paige considered that for a second. Going out for a date was a code phrase for an evening of serious fun. Underwear was forbidden, though Paige occasionally wore a tiny thong. She always wore dresses or skirts and tops, often short, often tight, always revealing, and high heels. Bob wouldn’t wear any briefs or undershirts, either, and wore a shirt that would unbutton, rather than a pullover, simply so Paige could get him undressed all the faster.

“All right, that sounds like fun. Now, pull your pants off.”

It was Bob’s turn to splutter. “What?”

“I want to see what you plan on providing later on. Come on, if this is dinner, you should be able to figure out dessert.” Paige lewdly spread her legs wide, showing her husband her bare shaved pussy.

Bob grinned and undid his pants and slipped them to the floor. His cock was limp but slowly stiffening as he continued to watch her.

“Honey, I was thinking earlier that you need a nice shave. Maybe tomorrow I could help with that,” commented his wife.

Bob’s eyes widened at that. His cock continued stiffening, to the point where it was sticking upright and exposing his shaved balls to her view. While on their honeymoon, they had ordered an adult movie from the hotel’s movie rental system. The main actor had a large, shaved cock and balls, and Paige had confided to her new husband that it had really turned her on. In one of the most erotic events of his life, Bob had allowed Paige to shave him. Since then, he took care of it himself - like most men he had a terrible fear of any kind of razor-sharp blades anywhere near his crotch. However, when Paige offered to shave him, he went along with the idea. His shaving was a quick pass with a razor and shaving cream in the shower. Paige had him lay naked on the bed, while she massaged him with oils, lathered him slowly, shaved him, and then continued caressing him and fondling him. He inevitably would cum twice, once before she had started shaving him, and a second afterwards. It could take hours!

“Uh, okay…”, he replied with a gulp.

“And tonight, after you’ve had your dessert…” Paige spread her legs again. “…we can go upstairs. I found where we packed the KY.”

“You have everything planned, don’t you,” he said with a smile.

Chapter 2 - Coming Home

Georgia Cummings pulled her Mercedes SL500 into her driveway and raised the roof. She ran her fingers through her short blonde hair, wishing for about the millionth time that there was a way to keep her hair from getting too messy while driving with the top down. She so loved driving the convertible with the top down and looking sporty, and one of the prices she paid was having to wear her hair short. It wasn’t quite a bob, but it was definitely above the collar, and it was almost impossible to keep permed.

She got out and went around to the trunk, grabbing the two small suitcases and pushing the trunk closed. She hit the button on the key fob to lock her car, then went up to her front door. She let herself into her house, and pushed the door shut with a well-turned leg. She had really enjoyed her week at the spa, but it was always good to come home!

Georgia’s week at Mountain Narrows had been exquisite, as far as she was concerned. The small and very private resort spa in the Georgia hills fulfilled a number of needs for Georgia, and she went there every few months. Of course, the spa provided a quiet and healthy break from anyone’s routine, of course the meals were delicious and healthy, of course she could exercise with world-class trainers, and of course she could be pampered daily with exotic baths and massages - that was the minimum to be expected. What Georgia truly appreciated were the extras that not everyone knew about, but that could best be appreciated by a true connoisseur or connoisseuse.

Those gorgeous and muscular young trainers, those beautiful young masseuses, so many of the lovely staff, were available for private workout sessions with the clients at the exclusive resort. Very private workout sessions. When she had first arrived early Sunday afternoon, a strapping young man carried her bags to her room for her, and then helped her clean up from the long trip from Florida. He had run a lovely hot bath with oils and salts, undressed her, helped her into the tub, and then stripped himself. Kneeling at the side of the oversized tub, his large and stiff cock prominently showing, he had taken a loofa and gently washed every square inch of Georgia’s soft body. Afterwards, with Georgia glowing from her two orgasms, he had rinsed her off, and taken her back to her bedroom, where he had eaten her pussy until his tongue was almost numb, and then fucked her twice. Georgia never got to dinner until late.

The rest of her week had been spent in much the same decadent fashion. Her daily massages were done in the nude, which was not uncommon. Her masseuse or masseur were also nude, which was uncommon, and Georgia had no predilection in this regard. While her personal preference was for men, she enjoyed the company of women, and they made an enjoyable change of pace. Once, on Thursday, she had managed to arrange a pair of young masseurs, who had provided both an outstanding and relaxing massage, and then double-teamed her the rest of the morning. Especially exciting had been when she had been straddling Raoul, riding his cock, when Mario had lubed his massive prick and slipped it into her ass from behind.

Her daily regimen included a colonic irrigation, which gave the added benefit of preparing her for frequent anal sex, a massage, a luxurious bath, a personal trainer during private exercise sessions, and an exclusive evening ‘workout’ in which a young man or woman would help her get to sleep, dissipating any possible tensions so that a deep and restful sleep would ensue.

Now, toned, rested, and sexually sated, Georgia relaxed in her house. She carried her bags upstairs and kicked off her shoes. Glancing out her bedroom window, she noticed a small blue Toyota in the driveway of the small colonial across the street, and the ‘For Sale’ sign was missing from the lawn. So, it had been bought? It hadn’t been on the market all that long. She wondered what the new owners were like. She’d have to keep an eye out and invite them over for a drink.

Georgia unpacked her suitcases, then undressed and tossed her clothes into the pile of laundry. Naked, she sorted the wash from the dry cleaning, then headed into her bath. She showered quickly, dried off, and slipped into a long satin robe. She went downstairs for a nice glass of wine. It was time to decompress and relax. Some wine, some television, and bedtime were just the ticket for the rest of the day and for the entire weekend.

Georgia came to with a start. She looked around wildly for a second before realizing she had drifted off to sleep after her second glass of wine. It was dark outside, and she heard car doors opening. Standing up from where she was on the couch, she looked out the living room window to see her new neighbors had returned home. While she couldn’t make out their faces, he seemed tall and well built, dressed in khakis and dress shirt, and she was shorter, and was wearing a short and flirty black skirt and a bright red tank top and a pair of heels. They were carrying a small bag that looked like they had been at the nearby video store.

She watched them go inside their house, and next she saw lights come on in their living room. Curious, she continued watching; they hadn’t bought drapes yet and were unaware the entire world could see into their house! She smiled as the wife plopped down on the couch and the husband scurried around, bringing out some wine and glasses and turning on the television. While Georgia had undergone several ‘improvements’ over the years, her eyes were still good. The husband looked cute and hunky; the wife had a really nice set of legs under that short skirt. The husband sat down next to his wife on the couch.

Georgia was intrigued and suffered from the incurable disease of curiosity. She tightened her robe around herself and headed upstairs. The second bedroom, next to the master bedroom was dark, but she kept the lights off as she entered. Set back a few feet from the window was a small telescope her late husband had once bought her. She glanced out the window to see if she could see her new neighbors through their living room window and was pleased to see that they were plainly visible. She kept the bedroom lights off and carried the telescope closer, so that she could watch them. Over years of quiet voyeurism, she knew that if the bedroom lights were off and there was some lighting outside, even just from the moon or streetlamps, it was practically impossible to see inside.

Focusing, she was happy that she had decided to watch! Her neighbors were getting very cozy and friendly. The guy had an arm around the woman’s shoulder, and they were snuggled against each other, and she was running a hand along his thigh. While Georgia couldn’t see what was on the television, she immediately began to wonder if they were watching a dirty movie! This was too good to believe, but it was definitely getting hotter across the street. Minutes later, his hand was on her thigh and moving up under her little skirt.

This was too delicious to pass up. Georgia left the telescope and went back to her room, to rummage around in top drawer of her nightstand, keeping the lights off. She found what she was looking for and went back down the hallway, grabbing a folding stool from the linen closet as she passed it. Once back in the spare bedroom, she quickly looked through the eyepiece to see if her new neighbors had left to go up to their bedroom. No! They were, if anything, getting more involved. She was starting to unbutton his shirt, and he had slipped a hand down the top of her tank top.

Georgia set up the stool and sat down on it, lowering her eye to the eyepiece, and adjusting her position. The wife was starting to rub the front of her husband’s pants. Great! Georgia spread her legs and spread her robe open and picked up what she had retrieved from her nightstand. It was a small battery powered egg vibrator, with a long thin cord going to a hand control. It had several different speeds, and she could watch through the telescope and use the hand control to drive the vibrator. It had been expensive, but it was worth every penny!

Georgia placed the plastic egg at the lips of her shaved pussy and slipped it into the warm wetness inside. The hard plastic felt cool as she pushed it farther in with her left hand as she began spying on her neighbors. Once firmly inside, she flipped the switch and turned the control in her right hand up to a low setting. Instantly the cool sensation vanished as her pussy lubricated under the gentle assault. She gave an involuntary low moan and adjusted her seat, enjoying the sensations. She moved her head back to watch the action across the street.

Mmmm! They were moving along, not quickly, but not slowly either. He had his hand down inside her tank top, obviously playing with her tits, and she had gone from rubbing his crotch to moving her hand around inside his unzipped pants. She had already unbuttoned his shirt. The angle was wrong to see any more, but they were actively playing with each other as they watched the unseen TV. One notch higher. A few minutes later, the woman repositioned herself, stretching out on the couch, and he lifted up and tugged his pants down. His hand came out of her top and moved down to pull her skirt up to her waist. Naked underneath? He began playing with her ass as her head began moving in his crotch, giving some head. Two more notches higher! Georgia began squirming on the stool, grunting and moaning herself, finally cumming as she saw the husband’s face grow blissful and smiling. Two notches down. The horny young couple across the street continued snuggling on the couch, with her using a hand in his crotch, and he pulled her tank top down to her waist. Nice tits! After a few minutes more, he began sucking her nipples. One notch higher. Then he pulled her onto his lap, and she pulled her skirt up to her waist. She positioned herself on his lap, facing away and towards the television, her legs spread, and obviously sank down backwards onto his stiff cock. To the max!

Georgia’s pussy spasmed as she orgasmed again, watching her new neighbors fuck. They didn’t last any longer than she did. They seemed to shake as much as Georgia, then a minute later, they got up. They sorted their clothing out, then the lights went off and the show was over.

Georgia sighed contentedly. She turned off the buzzing vibrator inside her and fished it out. She moved the telescope farther away from the window and went back to her bedroom. It was time for a quick shower and sleep!

Chapter 3 - Meeting The Neighbors

Paige was startled at the knock on her door. She hadn’t been expecting anybody, and was working in her kitchen, putting away some groceries and trying to determine the best places to store dishes, pots, pans, and every other bit of kitchen stuff that she and Bob had acquired. Again, the door knocked, so she set down the Dutch oven she really didn’t know what to do with and wandered off to the living room. “Coming!” she called out.

She opened the door to find a tall, statuesque blonde standing in the doorway holding a bottle of something. “Hello?”

The blonde stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Georgia Cummings. I live across the street,” she said, pointing to the sprawling white split-level across the street from them. “I just wanted to say hello and welcome to the neighborhood!”

Paige’s eyes widened. “Oh, hello. Please come on in. I’m Paige, Paige Turner.” She opened the door wide and stepped backwards. “Are you the local ‘Welcome Wagon?’” she asked with a smile. The official Welcome Wagon was a book of coupons that had been dropped in their mailbox by the local real estate developer’s association.

Georgia followed her inside. “God, no! I’m just trying to be neighborly. Here, I brought this over for you.” Georgia handed Paige the bottle of wine. “I took a chance on this. It’s a nice chardonnay, but if you like reds, I can swap it out. Or find something non-alcoholic if you don’t drink.” Georgia hadn’t been sure on that score, but it seemed doubtful that a couple that watched porn were teetotalers.

She was right. “Not hardly!” exclaimed Paige. “Bob’s more of a beer drinker, but I like a nice white wine.”

“Good. I didn’t want you to think I was a total hedonist. I am, I mean, but I didn’t want you to think so,” joked Georgia. She grinned at her new neighbor. Paige was wearing cutoffs and a t-shirt with a heavy-duty bra showing through and was barefoot. Her hair was in a ponytail. She looked awfully cute.

“Heaven forbid. Should I open it now? Or maybe some coffee would be better.” Paige took another look at her guest. She was older than she first thought, maybe late thirties, about ten years older than her own twenty-eight. She had on shorts and a V-neck top, both tight, and white tennis shoes. She looked cute and sexy, and carried herself as if she knew it and liked it that way. She had a dark tan, as if she sunned constantly, and her blonde hair was so sun-bleached as to be almost platinum.

“As tempting as the wine sounds, how about the coffee? You can put that away for you and Bob later. Boyfriend? Husband?”

“Husband. Come on back. I’m still sorting out things in the kitchen, but Mr. Coffee is plugged in, and I just picked up some coffee. I’ll make us a pot.”

“Deal,” replied Georgia. She followed Paige through to the back of the house. “Can I help?” she asked, surveying the stuff still to be put away.

Paige waved off the offer. “I’m still unpacking and sorting. We’d just have the both of us looking for stuff.” She set the coffee to brewing, then pulled a pair of mugs from a cabinet. “Cream? Sugar?”

“Neither. I take mine straight up.”

“Really? I need both. Bob’s like you, though, straight up, unleaded, he calls it. I forgot to ask; did you want decaffeinated?”

It was Georgia’s turn to wave it off. “Regular’s fine. Bob’s your husband, right? He at work?”

“He’s the new Internet sales manager over at CraysCo. We just moved here from California.”

“Really? That’s fascinating. You moved three thousand miles? Oh my God! Where in California?” asked Georgia.

“Up outside of Palo Alto, Silicon Valley, you know?” Georgia nodded. “We were living there and wanted to escape when he got the offer here.”

“Escape? You sound like you didn’t like it.”

Paige shrugged and nodded. “It’s nice enough. I mean, the weather and all is gorgeous. Have you ever lived in California?” Georgia nodded, and Paige continued. “It’s just gotten so expensive nobody can afford to live there. We were barely hanging on, living in a one-bedroom apartment, and paying the same amount as we pay on our mortgage here. And houses? Forget about it! This house would probably run over a mill out there.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m not. That’s for a house with about an hour’s drive to work. Anything closer would be more.”

“Jesus!” exclaimed Georgia. “And I thought the market down here was crazy.”

“There’s crazy and then there’s crazy,” commented Paige. “Back there it took both of us working to pay the rent on the apartment. Here we can afford a house.”

“On just his paycheck?” asked Georgia. “Sorry, not my business!” she said waving her hands. “I’m nosy.”

“Don’t worry. Maybe. I want to find a job and I’m going to start looking next week. Right now, we are just getting settled in. Two checks would be nicer, and we don’t have kids yet.”

The two women chatted for another thirty minutes, warming to each other quickly. Finally, Georgia stood to take her leave. “Listen, I need to go run some errands, but I want you to come over sometime. Have you unpacked a swimsuit yet?”

“Uh, I found them and put them in a drawer. Why?”

Georgia grinned. “Because I have a pool, silly! Listen, this afternoon, you put on a swimsuit and come on over. I’ll make a pitcher of margaritas or something and we’ll work on our tans.”

“Ooh, sounds interesting. After lunch?” The pair settled on a time and Georgia went back across the street.

***

“Hello?” cried out Paige, tentatively. She had gone around to the side of the house across the street, the one to which Georgia had returned, and was at the tall gate to the back yard. There was a high privacy fence all around the backyard, and Georgia had told her to go there, not the front door; She never heard the doorbell if she was out back.

Paige felt a little self-conscious, since she was only wearing a bikini, a terry cover-up, and flip-flops. It was one thing to wear this in the backyard or a pool, but another to wander around the neighborhood this way, even if just across the street.

“Coming!” sounded from the other side of the fence, and a moment later, the gate unlatched and swung inward. “Hi there! I’m so glad you decided to come over. Come on in!” Georgia was wearing a small white bikini, smaller than Paige’s, and was barefoot. “I’ve got someone for you to meet.” She took Paige’s hand and pulled her inside, then led her across the lawn. Paige could see that the tall fence really did give Georgia a lot of privacy. In the backyard, fenced in by a shorter chain link fence was a nice rectangular in-ground pool. “This is Brenda Houseman. She lives next door.”

Brenda, a slim and leggy brunette, was laying back on a chaise lounge wearing a bright red strapless one-piece suit and oversized sunglasses and was cradling a large pink iced drink. She sat up and set down her drink, then leaned forward to shake Paige’s hand. “Hi! I was wondering when I’d meet the new neighbors. Nice to meet you!”

“Hello. Are you my next-door neighbor or Georgia’s?” asked Paige, trying to visualize the street.

Brenda pointed next door, to the other side of the fence. “Over there, right next door. You live next to the Tallmans, Tom and Terri. Have you met them yet?” Paige shook her head and Brenda continued, “And at the end of the court live the Blockings family.” Paige got the houses sorted out in her mind and nodded. Chrystal Court had five houses on it. She and Georgia were opposite each other at the mouth of the court, where Rosewood Drive ran past, and the Blockings were the farthest in. All five homes had large but not gigantic, yards, and a small copse of trees sat between Georgia’s house and Rosewood, isolating the court.

“Okay, I’m following you. So, you’re across from the Towmans…”

“Tallmans,” corrected Brenda.

“…Tallmans, and between Georgia and the Blockings?”

“Bingo!” said Brenda, giving Paige a thumbs up. She picked up her drink and sipped from it. “You look awfully thirsty!”

“We decided to drink strawberry daiquiris instead. Is that okay with you?” asked Georgia.

“Better, actually. Tell the truth, tequila gets me sillier than I like,” admitted Paige. “I love your yard, it’s so private.”

Georgia stepped over to a covered deck followed by Paige. She had a small and sturdy stainless-steel cart with an icemaker and a mixer mounted, a professional sort of installation. Georgia called out to Brenda, “You good?”

“I’m okay.”

Paige watched as her hostess prepared another pitcher of daiquiris, using fresh strawberries and crushed ice. Georgia handed her a frosty glass and a straw. “Here, this will get you silly, too.” She poured another for herself, then carried the pitcher over to Brenda, topping her drink off. “You’ve got kids. You’ll do better if you aren’t sober.” Brenda laughed at this.

Paige sat down on a lounger and sipped her drink. It was strong, but not too strong, and very sweet. She could taste the fresh strawberries. “This is good!” She turned towards Brenda. “You have children? How many?”

“Two, twin boys, six years old.”

“Wow! Twins? Bob and I want to wait a bit, to get settled. It’s so expensive raising children,” commented Paige.

Brenda snorted derisively. “Expensive? No! I’ve got two to give away! No charge!” Georgia and Paige laughed, and Brenda continued, “Absolutely free! Hell, I’ll send them over tonight! You can take a test drive. Keep them a few months, make sure you give them a good test drive.” She drank more of her daiquiri. “Keep them as long as you want!”

“God, twin boys? Never! Are there any other children on the block?”

Georgia nodded. “The Tallmans, next to you, they don’t have any, but the Blockings have a couple of boys and a girl, all teenagers. They’re okay. Run her ragged though, Barbara, I mean.”

“Is that why you have two fences? Kids?” asked Paige.

Georgia nodded again. “Insurance companies hate swimming pools. You need both an outside fence and an inside fence.”

“We’ll have to have a party, welcome you guys to the neighborhood,” commented Brenda. Georgia nodded in agreement. “Have you met her husband yet?” she asked their hostess. “He’s cute!”

“I saw him in passing, but not really,” replied Georgia. “Looks big, though.”

“He’s cute,” repeated Brenda. “Big and hunky.” She turned to Paige with a twinkle in her eye. “Is he? Big and hunky?” She waggled her eyebrows lewdly.

Paige laughed. “Very big and hunky! What about your husband?”

“Kind of average, but he’s a tennis player, so he has lots of stamina.” The women all laughed at that.

“Where’d you guys move from?” asked Brenda.

“Up near Palo Alto, in California.”

“Oh my God, that’s all the way across the country!”

Georgia chimed in, “That’s what I said!”

“Bob got a job here, so we moved.”

“Is that where you’re from?” asked Georgia.

“No. Bob’s actually from southern California, near Barstow, and Palo Alto is in the north, near San Francisco, but I’m from Tennessee.”

“Well, how’d you end up out there?”

Paige shrugged. “I went to college out there, UCLA, and stayed. Anything is better than Knoxville. We met after I graduated.”

“Hold it!” commented Brenda, waving Paige to stop. She stood and went to the bar, to make another round of drinks. She returned with the pitcher and motioned for Paige to resume.

Paige smiled and shrugged. “Well, I was living in LA and working in a bank, as a teller, and Bob came up to my window to make a deposit, and he started flirting with me.”

Georgia laughed. “He was hitting on you at the bank you were working at?”

Paige smiled and nodded. “Yeah! So, the next week, he did it again, and then a few days later he came by. He actually let people go past him so that he could come to my window. That was when he asked me out for the first time.”

“So, I’m guessing the date went okay,” commented Brenda.

“Very okay,” agreed Paige. “The second one went even better!”

“How much better?” asked Georgia archly, waggling her eyebrows. Brenda just laughed.

“Great! It got so hot that when he took me back to my apartment, and after we necked in the hallway for about five minutes, I told him I never invited a guy inside on the first and second dates. Then I went inside and yelled through the door, ‘Knock on the door, damnit!’ As soon as he knocked, I opened the door and dragged him inside, saying that was as close to a third date as I needed!” All three women laughed at this.

Georgia set down her drink and said, “Paige, I hope you won’t get offended, but I usually don’t tan in my suit. I hate tan lines on my back or shoulders.” When Paige indicated it wasn’t a problem, Georgia leaned forward and reached behind her back, untying the strings to her bikini top. She set it to the side and Paige noticed the total lack of whiteness, showing that her neighbor tanned topless or nude most of the time. Paige glanced around the yard and realized that with the high fence on one side and the trees on the other, the only person who could see into the backyard was Brenda, from her house next door, and then only from a few windows. Brenda took this as a sign to peel her suit down to her waist as well.

“Doesn’t bother me. I like to wear strapless or backless when I go out with Bob,” replied Paige. She stripped off her top and pulled a tube of suntan cream from the beach bag she had brought with her. She oiled herself up and offered it to the other women, but they were sharing a bottle of oil already. “How did you meet your husband, Brenda?” she asked. “You said he’s a tennis player? Like a pro or something?”

“Exactly. He never quite made it to the major tours, but he’s good enough to teach down at the club. That’s how we met, about ten years ago. I had joined a health club to work out and signed up for tennis lessons. I used to play in high school, but I was way out of practice. Anyway, that’s how we met.” Brenda smiled and said lowly, “I think he just likes girls in those little white tennis skirts and tops.”

Paige smiled at that, realizing that Brenda’s tall, slim, and leggy build would look spectacular in a short white tennis skirt and a nice tight top.

Georgia smirked. “And does he still like the girls in tennis outfits?”

Brenda smiled and lay back. “If he does, I haven’t caught him yet. Besides, who cares where a man has lunch so long as he comes home for dinner. I get a great discount on tennis lessons, and I still have the little white tennis outfit if he ever gets frisky.”

The other women laughed at this. Brenda reached down and stripped off her one-piece swimsuit entirely and oiled up again. “Maybe I’ll get the outfit out later.” Paige noticed that Brenda didn’t shave totally but had a small landing strip north of her pussy. Georgia noticed Brenda stripping and undid the ties at the side of her bikini bottom, and after a moment’s hesitation, Paige followed suit. The three women oiled up and sunned naked.

“What about you, babe?” asked Brenda of Georgia. “Tell us about your husband, Mister Moneybags?”

“You’re married?” asked Paige with surprise. She hadn’t seen any signs that Georgia was married and thought she was single or divorced.

“I was. I’m a widow. Harry died five years ago.”

“I’m so sorry,” was all Paige could think to say.

“Thank you.”

“How did he die?” asked Brenda. “I remember reading in the tabloids at the time that he went out with his boots on, taking one last ride in the saddle!” she teased.

Paige thought that the comment was in very poor taste, but Georgia just laughed. “Not precisely, but pretty close.” She turned to Paige and said, “You have to understand, Harry was twenty-five years older than me. We met when I was thirty and he was fifty-five. We were together ten years, but when I was forty, he was sixty-five. He was a real physical type guy, if you get my drift, and we had already gotten busy that day.”

Paige was surprised by Georgia’s admission of her age. She worked out the math in her head and realized Georgia had to be about forty-five or forty-six. She had only pegged the older woman at about thirty-eight! Georgia stayed in excellent shape and took care of herself, it seemed.

“Details, sordid and graphic details!” demanded Brenda, causing the other two to laugh.

“Okay, details. I had already given him a hummer and then got him back up for that ride in the saddle, but he wanted a third go, and while I was sucking him off and getting him hard again, his heart went and blew out on him. He did go out happy, though!”

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Paige. “So how did you meet him if he was so much older than you? And what was that about Mister Moneybags?”

“I was actually his third wife, a trophy wife, I guess they call it now,” admitted Georgia. “See, he was a big Wall Street type, big bucks, boards of directors, investments, that sort of stuff, and he liked to gamble. I mean he could afford to go to Vegas and blow a hundred grand in a long weekend if he wanted to. Some serious dollars.”

“Wow! Maybe I should dump Bob and let you find me a boyfriend,” commented Paige.

“Anyway, I was nothing but a girl from Memphis with a decent enough body and a good face and legs, and I was working in Vegas as a cocktail waitress. So, this big shot at the craps table orders a drink and I bring it to him, and while I’m standing there, he asks me to blow on his dice for good luck and I do, and he wins! He picks up about ten Gs and says, ‘Stick around, you’re good luck!’”

“And you stuck around?” asked Brenda. While she had read in the tabloids about Harry Cummings’ death and that his third wife was years younger, the tabloids had called her either a gold-digging dancer in a chorus line or a stripper.

“Pretty much. I mean, I was supposed to start circulating again and serving drinks, but the pit boss pointed at a stool next to Harry and told me to sit down.”

“He could do that?”

Georgia nodded vigorously. “The idea is to keep the high rollers at the tables, where they will end up dropping a ton of dough. He could lose more in one roll of the dice than I could sell in drinks in my entire shift!” The other women nodded in understanding. “So, I stayed put and blew on his dice and we talked for a couple of hours. Then he said he wanted to play blackjack and sent me off for another drink. While I was away, the pit boss told me to pop some of the buttons on my blouse and keep him entertained as long as possible.”

“You mean you…”, asked a stunned Paige.

“No, nothing like that. Just keep him paying attention to something other than the cards. Besides, I wasn’t a hooker, just a cocktail waitress. In fact, once I got back to Harry, he took one look at me and smiled, then told me he understood about the blouse, but that if I didn’t want to or felt uncomfortable, to button up again. So, I did, at least one button, but I let him keep looking. I mean, it wasn’t like he was creepy. He was a nice-looking older guy who was really polite and nice and liked looking at a pretty girl. I mean, the skirt was pretty short, and my legs were really good, even if my top wasn’t quite what it is now.”

“Really?” commented Brenda, looking closely at Georgia’s tits.

“Don’t bother, sweetie. The only time somebody gets close enough to see the scars, they aren’t looking for scars!” After their marriage, Harry had bought two boob jobs for Georgia, the first going from a B-cup to a large C, the second moving up to DD, and taking care of some off-center bulges from the first job.

“And that’s how you met, serving him drinks in a casino! That’s almost like Bob picking me up at the bank,” commented Paige.

Georgia nodded. “Almost. Anyway, when my shift was over, Harry offered to take me out to dinner, and I agreed. It was unbelievable. I mean, I just had some shorts and a t-shirt in my locker, so he told me to clean up and then he took me to this boutique in the casino and bought me a slinky dress and some Ferragamo shoes and some stockings, all for me and no promises. I mean, he was a real gentleman!”

“And afterwards?” teased Brenda.

“Well, what kind of an idiot do you think I am? I thanked him all night long!” All three women laughed at this. “Seriously, Harry was a real sweetheart, and I really enjoyed myself, that night and afterwards. At the end of the weekend, he invited me back to New York on the corporate jet, and I moved in with him. We got married about a year later.”

“Wow!” said Paige.

“So, if he was so rich, how come you’re not living in some mansion somewhere?” asked Brenda

“Lawyers. We had to do a pre-nup and most of his assets were tied up by his exes and his kids with them. Still, he had some very nice life insurance, and that was all mine. I was able to pay cash for this place and my car and the interest pays the utilities and all. Besides, I’m not a mansion type person. I’m just a Memphis girl with a GED who made good.” She smiled at the others and then stood to make another round of drinks. “Anybody for another round?”

“I’ll have one, but that’s it. The boys will be back from school in an hour, and I need to be home and dressed by then,” commented Brenda.

“Do you work at all?” asked Paige.

“Between Frank and the twins? Twenty-four-seven!” commented Brenda dryly.

“You know what I mean!” protested Paige as Georgia laughed.

“I used to, before the boys came along, then after they were born, I went back to work, but I didn’t like being away from them. I work part-time, mornings, as a secretary at a law office in Orlando. As soon as the boys are on the school bus, I’m out the door, and back by lunch. Are you going to be getting a job?”

Paige nodded. “In a week or so, once we’re settled in, I want to find something. Bob’s paycheck can swing the mortgage, but only if we eat mac and cheese three times a day. I need to do something.” The others nodded in understanding, and they all lay back to keep sunning.

Chapter 4 - Moving Some Furniture

“Got a light?” asked Rusty Blockings, pulling the joint out of his pocket.

“Yeah, here,” replied his brother Jeremy. They had just gotten off the school bus and headed into the little woods at the corner of Chrystal and Rosewood. School was out and it was time to get high before going home to face the family.

Rusty, fifteen, took the butane lighter from his sixteen-year-old brother and lit up the dope. He took in a good hit, then held his breath as he passed it to his brother. Jeremy simply inhaled, then passed it back. Both boys sat down on a small log and leaned back against their backpacks. “Shit, man, good stuff!” commented Rusty.

“Yeah,” agreed the older boy. They quickly finished off the joint. “Where’d you get it?”

“Jake. He says it’s BC Bud, you know, from Canada.”

Jeremy shrugged. Canadian bud was supposed to be the best, but it cost a fortune his brother didn’t have. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just some local shit grown in the swamp. I mean, it’s just a weed, you know.”

“Yeah?” asked Rusty.

“Yeah, it grows everywhere, just like dandelions and crabgrass, man. It’s a fucking weed!” Rusty nodded in understanding. His older brother knew so much shit! “Good shit, man,” agreed Jeremy pleasantly.

“So, you got Penny Brewster’s number? You going out with her Friday?” asked Rusty. Jeremy simply nodded. “You going to do her like the others?”

Jeremy smiled. “You know I don’t talk about that shit.”

“Aw, jeez! Don’t give me that crap! Everybody talks about that!”

Jeremy shrugged. “Okay, can you keep a secret?”

Rusty’s face lit up. His legendary older brother was going to tell him about getting laid! His brother, who had been out with half the girls in school and scored with all of them, was going to tell! “Yeah, sure!” This was so cool!

“Good for you! So can I!”

“Fuck you, man! That is so wrong!”

Jeremy laughed loudly at this, spooking a pair of squirrels. “Listen, here’s the truth. The more a guy talks about it, the less the guy does it.”

“And you never talk about it,” commented his younger brother, awe-struck. Jeremy simply gave him a superior look. “So, somebody like Ray Halstead, who brags about every girl he’s nailed?”

“Let me tell you about Ray Halstead. I’m not going to name names, but I know for a fact that one of the girls he was bragging about banging last year, he didn’t, because I personally popped her cherry for her two months later. So, what does that say about Ray Halstead?” Jeremy snorted derisively.

Rusty smiled in wonder at his older brother. The two boys were only a year apart in age, close enough that there was no sibling rivalry between the two. They were extraordinarily tight bonded. Jeremy was an average looking teen, middling tall and slim, but handsome enough and with an easygoing manner, taking after his mother. Rusty, who took after his heavyset father, was shorter but stockier, already on the JV football team. Surprisingly, it was sometimes Rusty who looked out for Jeremy. Several years ago, a group of bullies had started in on Jeremy; it was Rusty who had waded in to help him fight, two against five, and they won, though they both ended up in detention.

“Man, I need to get laid!” complained Rusty. He knew his brother was screwing all sorts of girls, even if he didn’t talk about it. Jeremy kept a box of rubbers in his closet, hidden where his mother wouldn’t find them, and Rusty would check the box and see the supply dwindling, then a new box would appear. The fact that his older brother was old enough to drive and borrow a car meant he could go on dates. It was so fucking unfair! He was almost as old as Jeremy, and the hormones were racing, and he couldn’t catch a break if his life depended on it! Some days it felt like it did! “How do you do it?”

“What, get dates?” asked Jeremy. Rusty nodded furiously, pulling out a second joint. “Shit man, that’s easy! Be polite.”

“Huh?”

“Be polite, man, chicks really dig that shit.” Rusty looked totally lost, and Jeremy expanded on his words. “Manners, you know? Be polite.”

“Like…?”

“Like when we were riding home on the bus, and I stood up for Penny and offered her the window seat. Did you see any of the other assholes on the bus being polite? Or were they rude and cool and being assholes? Huh?”

“No?” commented Rusty.

“Yeah! Listen, you pull her chair out for her during the day, and you’ll be pulling her panties down that night!”

“No way!” commented his amazed brother. “That is so evil!” he said admiringly.

Jeremy simply nodded and passed over the lighter. “Yeah, way! Just be polite and act nice. Compared to the competition, you’ll look great. They’ll be all over you.”

Rusty lit up the second joint and thought about his brother’s words. Jeremy was always polite with the girls, carrying their books, never cussing, holding chairs and doors. Even when some guy would push ahead through the open door after making a snide remark, Jeremy just smiled and held the door for the girl. “Shit,” he commented. Could it really be that easy?

“Listen, maybe I can help,” commented the older boy. “I know this girl, a woman actually, who’d probably be willing to help you out.” Jeremy grabbed the joint from his younger brother and inhaled.

Rusty’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “You mean, you know somebody I could fuck?” The boy started to rise from the log.

Jeremy’s face hardened and he pushed Rusty back down. “Not if you are going to behave that way. Now, settle down!” he ordered.

“Shit, man, sorry. Are you serious?” He took the offered joint.

Jeremy nodded. “Like I said, maybe. I make no promises, but I know this one woman, she’s a little older than us, but she really likes a good fucking, and she might go for it. But you’ve got to behave.”

Rusty desperately wanted to lose his virginity. So far, he hadn’t gotten so much as a hand job from the girls he had talked to. “Whatever! I swear, I’ll be good!” He handed the joint back to his brother who finished it off.

Jeremy eyed him closely. “Okay, come on.” He flicked away the roach and stood up. “Just don’t fuck this up. You fuck this up and see if I ever help you again.”

“Jesus, whatever you say! Where are we going? You got to get the car?” He started heading along the path through the woods around the back of the Cummings fence, to go past the Housemans, to their back yard.

“Come on, follow me,” commented Jeremy, heading the other way, back towards the street. “Just keep your mouth shut. Don’t say a fucking word, understand, unless you’re talked to. Got it?”

“Uh, okay, where are we going?” Rusty was thoroughly confused by now.

“Just shut the fuck up,” repeated the older teen.

Once back on the sidewalk, Jeremy led the way into Chrystal Court, then walked up the driveway to the Cummings house, going around to the gate to the back yard. He knocked on the gate loudly, then called out, “Mrs. Cummings? Are you home?” He knocked and called a second time.

Rusty stood there speechless. What were they doing at the Cummings place? Did she have a daughter or niece or somebody staying there that Jeremy had managed to nail? What was going on?

After another moment, the back gate opened, and Mrs. Cummings smiled as she greeted the boys. “Hi fellows, what’s up?” She was wearing a long silk robe and high-heeled sandals.

Jeremy smiled. “Hi, Mrs. Cummings. Remember how I helped you move that furniture a couple of weeks ago? You asked me if I knew anybody who would be able to help with the moving? Rusty volunteered.”

Rusty was totally lost now. What was this about moving furniture? He thought Jeremy was going to introduce him to a girl who would pop his cherry? What the fuck was going on? Still, he kept his mouth shut. Maybe this was some sort of test, to see if he could do what he was told.

Georgia eyes widened at this and she eyed the two boys speculatively. “Really? Jeremy, do you think Rusty can handle the furniture?”

“Absolutely!” replied Jeremy positively. “He really wants to move some furniture and I promised I would help. You did say you liked a couple of movers, didn’t you?”

Georgia smiled and nodded. “I did say that, didn’t I? Well, come on in.” She invited the boys into the back yard, glancing out to see if anybody could see them, then latched the gate closed. “I definitely need some furniture moved.”

Rusty followed Mrs. Cummings and Jeremy into the house through the patio door, then up the stairs and down the hall. He was still quite unsure what was going on. Was Mrs. Cummings the woman Jeremy was talking about? She was pretty, he supposed, though old enough to be their mother, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. She really was good looking, considering how old she was, and she really had a nice rack. He followed them down the hallway into her bedroom.

“Well, I had been thinking about moving this dresser from over there to over there,” she said, pointing at a dresser and then a few feet along the wall.

Rusty couldn’t believe it! She really wanted them to move furniture! What the fuck was Jeremy up to? He looked at his brother in disbelief. Jeremy simply smiled and went to one side of the dresser. Rusty sighed silently and went to the other side.

“Just say when,” commented Jeremy.

Rusty glanced over at Mrs. Cummings and was turning back to his brother when he did a double take. Mrs. Cummings was on the edge of the bed, with her legs crossed, the silk robe opened dramatically. Her darkly tanned legs were exposed almost up to her panties! In fact, Rusty would have sworn that he should have seen panties! Up top, the robe was loose and open to below the level of her breasts, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a top. He gulped and looked back at his brother, who was simply grinning.

“Come on, lift,” said Jeremy. They picked up the dresser and moved it a few feet towards the door. Jeremy turned back to Mrs. Cummings and asked, “How’s that?”

Rusty turned his head and looked at the older woman, who was now showing even more cleavage and leg. The only thing holding the robe together was a very loose sash. “No, I was wrong. It’s better back where it was.” The boys moved the dresser back to the original position. “That’s better. Why don’t you fellows come over here and tell me what you think.” She patted the bed with both hands, on either side. Jeremy immediately went to the bed and sat down next to Georgia, on her left side, close to her. She smiled at Rusty and patted the bed on the right side. He gulped and sat down next to her, but farther away.

Georgia smiled at him coyly and moved closer, laying a hand on his left thigh in the process. Suddenly Rusty’s throat got very dry, and he felt his forehead get very hot. He’d never had a girl touch him anywhere, let alone just inches from his suddenly rock-hard cock, and she was actually moving her hand slowly higher. “What do you think, Rusty?”

Rusty’s sweats got worse, and his dry throat almost kept him from talking. “Uh, uh, fine, Mrs. Cummings, fine,” he croaked out.

Mrs. Cummings smiled and moved her hand higher. “Why don’t you call me Georgia, Rusty?”

Rusty looked over at his brother, watching them with a real shit-eater of a grin. He cleared his throat, and said, “Okay, Georgia.”

“That’s so much nicer. Friends call each other by their first names, and I think we could be friends. Would you like to be friends?” Her fingers began tracing along his stiff prick, uncomfortably down his left pants leg.

“Yes,” he said weakly. He looked away from her eyes, only to see that her robe had slipped from her shoulders, exposing those incredible tits to his view. He swallowed, hard.

“Good, I like having friends.” Georgia gave up any pretense and reached for the teen’s pants with both hands. She undid his zipper and catch and peeled them back, then tugged his pants and briefs down enough to expose the rigid cock inside. “Oh, my! Rusty, we’re going to be very good friends indeed!”

Rusty groaned. His cock was as stiff as it had ever been! It was so hard it was almost painful. He’d never dreamed it could be like this, and when she tugged his pants lower, his erection sprang upright, all seven thick inches waving in the air. Georgia was practically purring as she gave the tip a feathery touch. She liked a nice big cock, and Rusty’s was very nice. She’d had longer, but she really enjoyed thick, and the boy’s cock looked delicious. She reached out and gently ran her fingers the length of the shaft.

Rusty moaned. It was too much! Gasping, he tried to will his cock to behave and failed. Spurt after spurt of rich and creamy cum erupted from his own private Vesuvius. He was embarrassed beyond belief, but nobody cared. Georgia simply smiled and began caressing his softening cock with a cum-covered hand.

“That will get nice and hard soon,” she assured him. He knew she was right. He had once jerked off three times in a row to a copy of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition!

Then, as Rusty stared, Georgia bent down and lowered her face to his sticky crotch and put her mouth on his cum-coated cock. She sucked it inside and Rusty marveled as she began sucking his prick and swirling her tongue all over him. Her hands were pumping his cockshaft and toying with his nuts. He stared at her, and then glanced over at his brother.

Jeremy grinned at his younger sibling and gave him a ‘thumbs up’ sign. It was time to get in on the action himself. He reached out and began tugging Georgia’s robe down, and Georgia cooperated, letting him pull it off first one and then the other arm. Jeremy stripped her naked, then Rusty watched as his brother stood and quickly undressed. His cock was already stiff with anticipation, and was at least as large as Rusty’s own, now gloriously erect in Georgia’s mouth.

Rusty watched curiously as Jeremy crawled onto the bed. He was behind Georgia, who shifted around slightly, to kneel on the bed while continuing to suck Rusty’s cock. Jeremy crawled up behind the older woman and Rusty stared as his brother positioned himself, then thrust forward. Georgia moaned loudly around Rusty’s cock. The younger teen had never even known you could screw kneeling like that!

Georgia was in heaven, being double teamed by a pair of virile young men. Her pussy began spasming, clenching at Jeremy’s pounding cock, and she was barely able to concentrate on the flow of pre-cum flooding her mouth from Rusty’s prick. She moaned as Jeremy rammed her from behind, each thrust pushing her face into his brother’s crotch. It was too much for all of them. She moaned silently, then cum began jetting into her mouth at almost the exact moment she felt Jeremy’s cock twitch and fill her with warmth.

Georgia swallowed Rusty’s cum and then collapsed backwards onto the bed. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed quietly. She lay there, her naked body exposed to their eyes, catching here breath, and smiled up at them. It looked as if both wanted some more, so she reached out to take them by their limp dicks. “My God, fellows, you’ll wear an old girl like me out!”

“You’ll never be old,” commented Jeremy. He reached out and began caressing one of Georgia’s mammoth tits, then caught his brother’s eye and motioned for him to join in. Georgia smiled and closed her eyes again, luxuriating in the sensations flowing through her. She was enjoying herself too much to argue with the older Blockings boy.

As soon as Rusty was stiff again, just minutes, it seemed, she scooted backwards on the bed and spread her legs. “Come on, baby, you know what to do. Just start out slow.” As Jeremy hurried to get between her legs, she reached down and spread her pussy lips and guided him in.

“Oh, shit!” Rusty cried out softly. It was so wet and hot in there, and then he realized he was fucking Georgia in his brother’s cum. It was kind of gross on one level, but it felt so good, he just didn’t care.

“Yeah, baby!” commented Jeremy, who crawled up close to Georgia’s face and began stroking himself. Georgia noticed and turned towards him, opening her mouth, and it was his turn for the blowjob. As Rusty got the first fuck of his life, Jeremy cradled her head and rammed his thick cock into her face. By now both boys had enough control that they lasted a while, and Georgia was sweating heavily through the orgasms before everyone came one last time.

Suddenly Jeremy jumped up and asked, “What time is it?”

Georgia looked over at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s almost five. Time to go?”

Both boys nodded and grabbed for their clothes. Georgia lay back, still naked, and smiled. “You guys can come over any time to move furniture, you know. Either together or by yourself.”

“Really?” asked Rusty. Georgia smiled at him and looked over his shoulder at Jeremy. The older brother winked at her.

“Sure, sweetie. I could teach you all sorts of things. Maybe you’d like to come over tomorrow after school?” A new young lover, eager to learn, with a wonderful body, a big cock, and terrific stamina - what more could Georgia ask for! Ever since her husband had died, she had been enjoying young men, almost as if she was making up for the ten years with a man a quarter-century older than her. Tuesday mornings she entertained the pool guy, Marco, and Thursday morning she enjoyed the yard guy, Paco. Now she could enjoy some afternoon delight as well. Life was good!

“Really?” repeated Rusty, excitement and anticipation showing in his eager young face.

Georgia stood and kissed both boys, neither of whom cared that there was a trace of cum on her lips. “See you tomorrow after noon.”

The boys left the same way they had arrived, out the back door and the side gate through the fence. Rusty looked at Jeremy in awe. “Did that really happen?”

Jeremy gave his little brother another shit-eating grin. “How’s it feel to not be a virgin anymore?” he laughed.

“Holy shit, man! Was she serious about coming back?”

Jeremy started down the street towards their house. Rusty came up alongside. Jeremy said, “Yeah, but you really can’t be an asshole about it. Remember, be polite. Act like a nice guy. Be a dork and you’ll never get laid again. You’ll end up a lonely old man who pulls his pud because he’s an asshole. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah, no problem,” Rusty said excitedly. Wow, he could go over to see Georgia again! Like tomorrow after school! “Do I need to take you?” He sort of wanted to see her alone.

Jeremy waved this off. “Don’t worry about that. Just go over after school some day and knock at the back gate like I did. If she’s out there sunning herself, be polite and maybe you’ll be invited in. And keep your fucking mouth shut! You got that? You tell nobody about this. There would be all sorts of shit coming down if you open your fat, fucking mouth!”

“I swear, never, I got that, I got it!” assured Rusty. Screwing this up would be like killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.

The boys got down to their house and saw a little white Subaru parked at the curb. “Whose is this? What’s Marcia up to?” asked Rusty.

Jeremy shrugged. “What she’s up to is probably Toni Black’s pussy,” he commented. “It’s her car.”

Rusty eyed his brother curiously. Toni was one of their sister Marcia’s friends from school. “Is Marcia really a lesbo?”

Jeremy shrugged a second time. “Fuck if I know. The way I hear it, she’s bi.”

“Bi?”

“Bisexual, man. Like, bi means two, like bicycle means two wheels?” He waited for his brother to nod in understanding. “So, she does both guys and girls, I hear.”

“That’s weird.”

“She’s just a fucking slut. No big deal.” They went into the house and Jeremy gave his brother some final words of advice. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he said, “Now, go take a quick shower. You smell like you’ve just spent the afternoon fucking one of the neighbors!”

Rusty grinned and nodded.

Chapter 5 - American Gothic

Toni Black was standing before the dresser in Marcia’s bedroom, leaning forward and examining her complexion in the mirror. “Am I getting a blemish? Is this a zit?” she yelled, peering closely at her nose.

The stereo was blaring loudly. The bedroom window was wide open. A scented candle was flickering on the dresser alongside an incense stick which was smoking. You almost couldn’t smell the marijuana the two girls had been smoking. Almost.

“What?” said Marcia loudly, over the music.

“I asked if you thought I was breaking out!”

Marcia Blockings reached out and turned down the stereo. “I’m not looking at your zits.”

Toni glanced at Marcia’s reflection. Her friend was laying angled on her bed, totally naked, and it was obvious she was staring at Toni’s backside. A pair of vibrators was laying on the bed, one a large flesh-colored version modeled after an oversized cock, the other a small ‘Pocket Rocket’ type. Toni was standing there in a tiny white thong, with her low-rider blue jeans only pulled up to the top of her thighs and still unzipped and was nude from the waist up. Toni grinned and wiggled her ass. “Slut!”

“Whore!” replied Marcia easily. “Will you stop worrying about your zits. Don’t you know that sex is good for the complexion?”

“I thought it was only for guys,” laughed Toni, turning around and pulling her jeans up higher. “I thought it was if they jerked off their acne would go away.”

“Yeah, that’s the way I hear it. Also, they go bald and grow hair on the palms of their hands. Don’t shake hands with my brothers, you’ll get a rug rash from the fur.”

Toni mimed sticking her fingers down her throat and gagging, then grabbed her V-neck top from the floor. She pulled it on. She never wore a bra, her pert and perky B-cup tits didn’t need the support, and she liked it when people stared at her nipples. Likewise, she made sure she pulled her thong up so that it was visible above her jeans. “I don’t want to think about your brothers. When do they get home?”

Marcia stirred and rolled over, sitting up on the bed. “I think they just came home. Somebody came in downstairs, anyway, and it’s too early for my folks.” Toni turned wildly at this and stared at the door. “Chill. The door is locked and there’s a towel at the bottom. Nobody could see us.” Marcia stood and began picking up her clothes. She dressed and tossed the dildos in her nightstand, rearranging some loose maxi-pads over them. None of her brothers or father would ever touch those!

“So, do you keep your complexion clear with sex?” teased Toni.

“Nothing like a good cum facial to keep the pores clear,” answered Marcia. “Try it now! Jismo! The new and improved blemish remover! Apply it in the morning for an all-day glow and apply it every night to let your skin heal as you sleep!” she said, mimicking a TV ad for blemish remover.

“Gross!” said Toni with a laugh. “When do you get your next treatment?”

“Friday night. Jack Westphal and I are going to the movies. I’ll give him a blowjob afterwards,” Marcia said matter-of-factly.

Toni leaned back against the dresser. She and Marcia had been longtime friends but never could seem to figure her out. “So, what are you? Gay? Straight? Bi?”

Marcia shrugged. “Whatever. Maybe I’m looking for Mister Right. Or Mrs. Right. Or Mrs. Right Fucking Now! Complaining?”

Toni snorted. She knew she was a lesbian, though she didn’t brag it all over the school like some kids did. She enjoyed playing with Marcia, even if there wasn’t a lifelong future in it. She simply couldn’t figure Marcia out at times. “You going to the dance with him?” There was a dance Friday night at the high school.

Marcia nodded. “You?”

Toni shrugged and nodded. “Jake Fleming.”

“You going to suck him off, too?”

Toni shrugged and nodded again. Without coming out of the closet, she needed to occasionally date and be seen with guys. The occasional post-date hummer was fairly harmless, even if she didn’t really like the taste.

“Well, come over beforehand. We can get dressed together and have the boys pick us up here,” commented Marcia.

“It’s a plan,” agreed Toni.

Marcia looked over the bedroom with a critical eye, closing the bedroom window and picking up the towel at the door. She blew out the candle, then opened the door. “Let’s get out of here.”

“My place?” asked Toni.

“Yeah.” They headed down the stairs, passing Marcia’s brothers in the kitchen. “I’m going over to Toni’s. I’ll be back tonight.”

Jeremy shrugged. “You going to be back for dinner?” Marcia snorted derisively. “Hey, I’m just asking what Mom’s going to ask.” Marcia snorted again and the two older girls trooped out.

“Fucking sluts,” muttered Rusty. Jeremy just nodded. He wondered if his parents would even notice.

***

“Hi guys!” Barbara Blockings said Rusty as she came in the door. She set her briefcase by the buffet in the living room and waved at her youngest son.

Rusty looked up from his Xbox game and glanced at his mother coming in the door, and then said hello. Jeremy simply grunted and nodded; he was laying on the couch listening to his iPod and never opened his eyes or took out the earplugs.

“Marcia home yet?”

It was obvious their mother wanted to talk. Rusty paused his game and looked over at her. “She took off. She’s over at Toni Black’s.”

Jeremy muttered under his breath to Rusty, too low for their mother to overhear, “Licking pussy!”

Rusty started laughing, then began coughing in an attempt to cover up.

“Are you all right, Rusty?” asked Barbara with concern. Rusty started coughing even more at this, causing Jeremy to smile beatifically at his younger brother. Their mother was so clueless!

“Dad called. He’s working late again,” stated Jeremy.

“He called?”

“It’s on the answering machine,” he replied, hooking a thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen.

“Did he say when he would be home?” Barbara didn’t bother waiting for the answer, but simply went into the kitchen and hit the button on the machine. As always, the sound quality was poor, but it was clear that her husband Jerry wouldn’t be home until after nine, that he had some sort of business dinner.

“Anybody have a preference for dinner?” she asked.

Neither of her sons answered. They were both back to their original pursuits and they ignored her.

***

Mary Beth O’Connor stared down disdainfully at the man kneeling on the carpet before her. The wretch was almost naked, wearing a heavy black leather collar, wide black leather wrist cuffs joined behind his back, and a black leather genital constraint. She had just ordered him to crawl across the rough sisal fiber carpet towards her, and now he knelt anxiously awaiting her orders. In her left hand she held the black leather leash that attached to his collar; in her right hand she held a long black leather riding crop.

For what seemed like the millionth time in her life, she wondered how she had ever gotten to this place in her life. How in the world did a nice Boston Irish Catholic school girl, an honors graduate of St. Ignatius High School, end up in Central Florida as ‘Mistress Domina’, a premier leather dominatrix. Was it the nuns who had spanked her one time too many, driving her to revel in being the punisher, not the punishee? Or was it the priest who had taken her into his office for counseling and had taken her innocence when she was fourteen? And what did it really matter anymore? She hadn’t been to Mass in the fifteen years since she had graduated.

“Come, worm, follow me!” she demanded, moving away from the kneeling client. She loosened her grip on the leash, letting several feet slip through her fingers, as she walked across the carpet to the reclining couch. Her client, an insurance salesman named Jerry Blockings, watched her closely but mutely as she sauntered away. His eyes tracked her beautiful form. She was a tall woman, slim and blonde, in the regalia of a hardcore dom, black leather strapless corset with open bra cups pushing her tits up and out, thigh high lace up spike heel boots in black leather, shoulder length black leather opera gloves, even the black choker. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a severe bun.

“I ordered you to follow!” she demanded, flicking her riding crop at him. It caught him on the shoulder, stinging him, but otherwise not leaving a mark. Mistress Domina was very careful about that sort of thing; she never raised a welt, but within two days her charges often had bruising.

“Yes, Mistress, I obey!” he replied, half-cringing. He both hated and loved the couch. At the foot of the couch, it was no longer resting on the sisal fiber carpet, but was surrounded by rough pea-sized gravel. After kneeling on the rough carpet and working up rug burns, to kneel on the gravel was sheer torture! He began crawling on his knees towards her.

Once he was kneeling in agony on the gravel, Mistress Domina opened the end of the couch up, revealing a pair of gynecological stirrups. She had custom ordered the couch from a medical supply house, all in black leather and chrome. She raised the stirrups into place, setting them wide apart, then climbed onto the couch and lay back, lifting her legs into place. She tugged on the leash. “You know what to do, worm!”

“Yes Mistress!” he whined, groveling. He stared hungrily at her bare pussy, now splayed open for his viewing. He was sure she waxed; his wife shaved her pussy trim, but it wasn’t as smooth as Mistress Domina’s! Bending forward awkwardly, he lowered his face to her pussy and began to vigorously eat the dominatrix out.

Mistress Domina smiled and sighed happily to herself, silently of course. It would never do to allow a client to know she was enjoying their attentions. It was necessary to keep them properly motivated and fearful, to keep them in their place, a low place, one where the utter lack of worth and control was obvious.

This was Jerry’s second session of the evening, and he had paid accordingly. Once he had arrived, he had stripped naked in the antechamber and stepped into the room where Mistress Domina was waiting for him. She had placed the collar and cuffs on him at that time and had also fitted him with the genital restraint. Nothing more than a leather jockstrap that cupped his balls while leaving his ass and cock exposed, it had a rather cunning strap arrangement on the ball sack. She could tug on the strap and tighten the restraint, causing excruciating pain if she wished, but that really wasn’t what Jerry was looking for. He was more into punishment and domination then severe pain. She simply kept him on a short leash, so to speak, using the straps as a reminder she was the one in control. After she had dressed him, she had cuffed him behind his back and had chained the cuffs to a winch in the ceiling, and then had raised them enough to cause some discomfort.

After several minutes of verbal abuse, she had used a light leather cat-of-nine-tails to spank him. Again, nothing that left a mark, but Jerry would be sitting very carefully for several days. Then she had relented in her punishment. She had moved towards him and allowed him to suckle her tits while she gave him a hand job. When he came, he ejaculated onto one of her boots, so she had made him lick them clean before she consented to continue.

Tonight was a double session, and he had paid extra. After cleaning her boots, she had made him crawl around the room on his knees, giving a painful rug rash while she had flicked her riding crop on his reddened ass, verbally abusing him throughout. Now it was time for him to provide her with some oral relief. If he did a good enough job, she would give him another hand job; if it wasn’t good, she would make him jack off in front of her. She had female clients as well, who got the same mistreatment as the male clients, utter and total abuse. She often compared the men to the women and was honest enough to recognize that whatever Jerry’s problems were, he was one hell of a cuntlicker!

Mary Beth O’Connor never allowed her clients to cum in her mouth, pussy, or ass, or at least not unless they paid through the nose for the privilege. Whether it was because of the nuns who abused her or the priest who raped her, she was a confirmed lesbian. “More, worm, more!” she demanded, slicing the riding crop down on his back. “More!”

Jerry pulled away briefly, to moan and whine out, “Yes, Mistress!” His cock was already rigid again, stiff with anticipation. He really wanted to eat Mistress Domina’s pussy well. When she played with his cock it was so much better than when she made him do it to himself. Willing himself past the agony in his knees, he returned to eating pussy with a vengeance!

***

It was after ten when Jerry walked in his front door in Chrystal Court. He had stopped along the way at the gym he and Barbara had joined several years ago. He forced his aching and abused body through a session on the machines, not because he needed the exercise, which he did, but because it would cause him to sweat. When he got out of the showers and dressed, he would smell like he had been at the gym, not with a dom hooker.

Barbara, as always, greeted her husband at the door. As usual, the kids were elsewhere, hiding in their rooms or the finished basement or off with their friends. “Hi, honey. You’re late. Late dinner?”

Jerry shrugged, the lies coming easily to him. For years, the urge to be dominated had been growing, to the point where he now went to Mistress Domina every few months or so. It was all he could afford on the money he was able to hide away and squirrel out of his ‘weekly allowance,’ the money that didn’t go into his direct deposit from his paycheck. “I stopped by the gym after dinner, worked off some of the cheesecake dessert. I’m sorry, I should have called.”

Barbara gave him a disappointed look, then led the way into the kitchen. “Can I get you anything? I kept a plate warm in case you were hungry,” she asked pleadingly.

Jerry had eaten on the way home at a local McDonald’s. “I’m just full, honey. Thanks anyway. I appreciate it. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Okay. I was watching television in the family room. Want to join me?”

“Sorry, babe, but I am just beat. I’ve got an early client meeting, so I think I’m just heading to bed.” Jerry kissed his wife chastely and left the kitchen and headed for the stairs.

Barbara looked at the plate of leftovers in the microwave oven, then removed it and dumped the contents into the trashcan. She cleaned up the kitchen, then went around the house, turning off lights and locking doors. By the time she got upstairs, Jerry was already in bed.

Well, it was still relatively early. She smiled to herself and went to her closet. Stripping down, she pulled a lacy little chemise from a hanger and slipped it on, then came back to the bedroom. She slipped in behind her husband and laid a hand on his back. She thought she felt him stiffen slightly, but he just snored and rolled away from her.

It was at moments like this that Jerry felt the guiltiest. Barbara was still a damn fine-looking woman, with great legs, nice tits, and an ass beyond belief. He knew she was dyeing her hair now, but he didn’t care. She was a woman any man would be proud to have, and she simply couldn’t do what Mistress Domina did. She was his wife and the mother to his children, not someone who could punish him as he deserved. He had watched her changing in the light of the closet. The lacy little chemise didn’t do anything for her, he thought; long thigh-high boots with stiletto heels would be so much more becoming! When she touched the angry red skin of his back, he flinched involuntarily, but then faked a snore.

Barbara stifled a tear, then slipped back out of the bed. She went into their bathroom and closed the door, then tossed a towel down on the floor where the door gapped. Then, as quietly as possible, she opened the linen closet and rooted around on the third shelf in the back on the right, until she found what she was looking for. Sitting on the carpet, she spread her legs and inserted the seven-inch Vibro-Rabbit and turned it on. It seemed to her that she did this an awful lot, but if Jerry was too tired, then she had to do this herself. Then she stopped caring, as the powerful toy pushed her closer to orgasm.

Jerry heard the buzz from the bedroom and knew what it was. He began weeping silently, ashamed of himself, as he lay there in the bed. He had cried himself to sleep by the time his wife had cum the second time, cleaned the toy, and put it away, and switched to her standard t-shirt and gone to bed.

Chapter 6 - A New Resident

Bob Turner climbed out of his car and grabbed his briefcase. It was still early afternoon on a Friday, but he had given himself the afternoon off. He unlocked the front door and went into the house. Setting his briefcase down in the foyer, he called out, in a high, false voice, “Lucy, I’m home!”

Paige smiled in the kitchen where she was washing dishes. “Jack? Is that you?” she called out sweetly.

Bob wandered into the kitchen. “Who’s Jack?” He came up behind Paige and kissed her on the back of the neck.

“Remember our conversation last night, about paying the mortgage, and how I would need to start turning tricks if I didn’t get a real job?” Bob started laughing; they had indeed been joking about Paige hanging out on street corners to help with the bills. “Well, you know, it wouldn’t be a bad deal. I mean, I could work out of the house, and I would just be able to lie around on the job.”

“Sounds like a plan!” Bob stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and began nuzzling her neck. “So, this Jack, he’s a new client? What does he want? This is how you dress for him?” Bob’s hands moved up, to cup her generous tits. It was time for some afternoon action.

Paige moaned happily. “Yeah, he has this thing about screwing horny housewives. You wouldn’t believe the things he wants to do to me in here!”

Bob slid his hands under her t-shirt and down into her jean shorts, and Paige moaned as she arched her back. Suddenly she stiffened. “What was that?”

“Hmmm?” Bob was confused by the sudden change in his wife’s demeanor. “What?”

“Didn’t you hear that, from the garage?” Paige twisted away from her husband. Suddenly a loud crash came from the garage off the kitchen. “There, you heard that! It’s coming from the garage!”

“What’s in the garage?” Bob had also heard the noise. It sounded like somebody or something had knocked over some boxes. The garage still had a bunch of boxes and packing from their move. He sometimes wondered if he would ever actually park a car in there!

Another box fell, and Paige pointed imperiously at the door. “Well? Go in there and find out what’s going on!” she ordered.

“And do what?” asked her husband, smiling.

“You’re a man. Go be manly!”

Bob cracked a grin and said, “Go be manly? It could be a wild critter! There’s alligators in Florida, remember?”

“GO!”

Bob allowed himself to be chivvied towards the door. As much as he had wanted to nail his wife in the kitchen, this was even funnier. He would chance the discovery of a man-eating alligator in his garage and fool around with Paige a little later. He dramatically opened the door to the garage and stepped inside, calling out, “If I’m not back in ten minutes, call Animal Control!”

“GO!”

There was a small pile of knocked over boxes in one corner of the garage, and Bob went there first, stepping carefully. While he didn’t expect an alligator, it was possible that something had gotten in. Finally, he spotted it. “Paige, you better come out here!” he called out.

Paige cracked the door. “What is it?”

“Come on out, baby, it’s too dangerous just for me.”

Paige glared at him, but came through the door, shutting it behind her. She crept up behind Bob and looked around his side at what he was pointing at.

Paige’s heart melted. It was a tiny kitten, gray and fluffy, very young, shivering in the corner of the garage near the main door. “Oh my God!” Paige crept up to the kitten and dropped down on her knees, scooping the little feline up before it could scamper back into the boxes. “How did you get in here?” she asked it. It was a bit scrawny and weak. “How long have you been here?”

Bob answered for the cat. “Probably a couple of days.” Paige looked up at him and clambered to her feet, cradling the kitten in her arms. “The last time I was in here was Wednesday night, when I was mowing the lawn. You?”

Paige shrugged. “Last weekend?”

“I’ll bet Mama Cat came in with her earlier this week, then got stuck outside when I closed the door. I thought I heard a cat meowing outside last night.”

“Oh. I wonder where she is now?”

“No telling.” Then he remembered seeing a dead cat in the road around the corner this morning, a cat that seemed surprisingly familiar. Best not to mention it to Paige; she tended to get weepy about that sort of thing. “Probably left for good.”

Paige began rubbing the kitten’s fur, eliciting a faint purr. “Well, come on in, baby. We’ll take care of you.”

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