The Farm Ch. 02

The kitchen was bustling with activity as we boiled spaghetti, cooked the sauce, tossed a salad and baked some garlic bread. It was a meal that would have gone well with a nice red wine, but there was no alcohol permitted at The Farm. As usual, the meal was a loud and raucous affair, during which I shared a few knowing looks with Denise, Maryann and Sarah, but nothing that would have raised anyone else’s suspicions. Once we’d finished, I headed outside with Ted, Jeff and Frit so that Ted and Jeff could have a smoke and we could talk while those who hadn’t helped to prepare the meal cleaned up after it.

As it always did when we were at The Farm, talk turned to “Plan V.” We’d come up with “Plan V” on our first visit to The Farm, but it had taken a few trips to earn that name. The first things I’d noticed upon pulling up to the house on our first visit were the big windows, the big trees and the many levels of roofs. Put that together with half of the visiting group being female and we managed to see pretty close to every female on every trip in some state of undress. We came up with a signal known only to the four of us for when one of us thought there was potential for a viewing opportunity. The “V” in “Plan V” obviously stood for “Voyeurism.”

It was dark enough as we sat out there that we had to be prepared for opportunities at any time. If any of the ladies slipped upstairs for any reason, we would be outside her window waiting. It was better if one of us heard that someone was going to take a shower or go to bed, because then there was a better chance of seeing them undressing. Unfortunately, the bathroom with the shower was in the middle of the house with no windows. Because we tended to get working first thing in the morning, however, anyone taking a shower usually did so at night rather than in the morning.

Once we were back inside, we kept attuned to what everyone else was up to. When Chrissy finally said that she was going to take a shower, we casually made our way back outside and positioned ourselves on the roof outside the window of the double she was sharing with Karen. Our timing was great because she was still rooting through her bag for her sleepwear. A nightshirt and robe located, she closed and locked the door and started peeling off her shirt. Chrissy was thin but had a very athletic physique, with breasts on the smaller side. As she shed her sports bra, though, it was obvious that her breasts were bigger than all that restraining elastic and lycra had allowed us to realize. Her nipples were hard and a scattering of freckles decorated her chest. She dropped her shorts and her panties together, giving us a view of her trim bush, the same dark blonde as the curls on her head.

She turned to grab her robe, giving us a nice view of her taut ass, then slipped into the robe hiding her figure from our view. Leaving the nightshirt behind, she unlocked the door and left the room. In a hushed voice, I pointed out that since she had left her nightshirt behind, we should have another opportunity to see her naked when she got back as she changed into it from her robe. Rather than climbing down and climbing back up again in a few minutes, we stayed up on the roof, talking quietly while looking up at the stars through the trees. When the light came back on a little while later, we moved quickly back to her window. She bolted the door again and quickly shed her robe, revealing her naked body to us again. Instead of pulling her nightshirt on right away as we were expecting, however, she turned to face the full-length mirror on the back of the door and cupped her breasts as she looked herself over.

Positioned this way, we were able to still see her full-frontal reflection while also getting an excellent view of her ass. She caressed her tits and toyed with her hard nipples before dropping both hands down to her pussy. After a minute or so of gentle rubbing, she grabbed the chair from the corner and positioned it in front of the mirror. She sat on it, spreading her legs wide, hiding her ass from us but allowing us to see in the mirror as she embedded two fingers into her slit. While she pumped those two fingers rapidly in and out, she diddled her clit with two fingers from her other hand. Had I been alone on that roof, I would have had my cock in my fist at that point. She rocked her hips as she did herself, alternately looking down at her pussy or up at her reflection. She must have been concerned that Karen could come upstairs at any time, so she was working herself over furiously. It probably wasn’t even five minutes before she threw her head back and began to tremble.

She didn’t allow herself the luxury of recovery time so was quickly up and pulling her nightshirt on; I was pleasantly surprised that she didn’t bother pulling panties on under it or her robe on over it. Once she’d left the room, we climbed down off the roof and got to discussing the few times we’d seen a performance like that before. It didn’t happen often, but we’d seen a few masturbation sessions before. I suggested to Frit that, since he really seemed to have the best chemistry with Chrissy, he might want to put a move on her, seeing as she appeared to be horny. He didn’t have to give it much thought before he decided that he’d seek an opportunity. We headed back inside and hung out with everyone for a while longer.

It was Karen who decided to leave us next, which made it easy for us since we’d already been outside her window watching Chrissy. We had resumed our positions by the time she came into the room and shut the door. The first thing she did was to shake her hair down, letting loose the long, dark-blonde locks. She then pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing a fairly plain bra restraining her luscious looking tits. The bra was gone in a flash and we all sucked in our breath in seeing her big aureoles and thick, hard nipples. As we all stared at her tits, she opened her shorts and let them drop to her ankles, leaving her only in her panties. When she turned back to the door to slide the bolt, I had to resist the urge to groan out loud. She was wearing a thong and her ass looked outstanding.

She sat on the edge of the bed right across from the window and, like Chrissy, rooted through her bag for her sleepwear. Of course, Karen’s bag was sitting on the floor, so she was leaning forward and her big tits were swaying hypnotically. She finally sat up as she pulled out a nightshirt, but she didn’t pull it on right away as I expected her to. I think it’s safe to say we were all stunned when she set her nightshirt aside and started massaging the front of her panties with the tip of one of her fingers. We watched as she pulled her panties aside and continued to stimulate her clit with her fingertip, then grasped the elastic waistband and slid them off. Her bush was a trim, narrow strip of dark blonde fur above her pussy, but her lips were shaved smooth.

She started stimulating her clit again, looking down at her hands as she did, but soon lay back on the bed. She couldn’t have been in a better position from our perspective; she was directly across from us with her legs spread wide, stimulating her clit and fingering her pussy, while her tits stood straight up on her chest, squeezed together by her arms, her hard nipples pointing at the ceiling. I know I felt like jumping through the window and fucking the hell out of her, despite having blown three loads already that day. She was gyrating her hips as she worked herself over and we absorbed every detail. If she hadn’t said that she was going to bed, I’d have tried to stick my head into the room when she left just to try to catch a whiff of all that had gone on in there. She was moving faster and, like Chrissy again, probably didn’t want to take too much time. She started arching her back, lifting her ass up off the bed while still working on her clit and pussy then, finally, collapsed back onto the bed. She convulsed a few times before her hands went still and she just lay there for a minute, her chest heaving.

She sat up, let out a long breath, then grabbed her nightshirt and pulled it on, not bothering to put panties on either. When she got up and unlocked the door, we waited a couple more minutes, but she grabbed some toiletries and left the room, so we climbed down from our perch. We were all pretty incredulous that we’d seen two horny chicks taking care of themselves in the same trip. Between that and what I’d already experienced with Denise, Maryann and Sarah, which I hadn’t shared with my friends yet, I was wondering what exactly was in the air on that particular weekend. I wasn’t complaining, though.

We headed back inside and Ted headed upstairs right away; we didn’t see him again that night. Back in the living room, around the huge fireplace, we joined the others and Frit positioned himself next to Chrissy. I squeezed between Maryann and Denise on one of the couches and soon had an arm around each of them. It wasn’t too long before Chrissy got up “to use the bathroom” and, a couple of minutes later was followed by Frit. Shortly after that, I got up because I actually did have to use the bathroom. I wasn’t surprised to find the door to the first floor bedroom, right next to the bathroom, closed. When I finished my business, I listened at the door and definitely heard some muffled moaning. Heading back through the kitchen, I found Sarah waiting for me. She said that it looked like she was going to be left out again by the way I looked with Denise and Maryann. I reminded her that there were three other guys in the living room and that every one of them would be thrilled by the opportunity to get naked with her, just as I had been. She seemed to think about that for a minute, then apologized to me and gave me a quick kiss before heading back to the living room.

Jeff came into the kitchen right after she left, walking backwards and obviously checking her ass as she went by. Seeing me, he gave me a sly smile and a nod so I told him he ought to just give that a shot. He seemed unsure and asked if she wasn’t still saving herself. I told him to trust me, that just because she wouldn’t fuck him didn’t mean she wouldn’t get naked with him and didn’t mean he wouldn’t have a good time. He nodded thoughtfully as he continued to his destination, the bathroom. I went back to the living room and resumed my position between Maryann and Denise. Sarah was on one couch talking to Mark and Brian who were on the other. Jeff came back and sat with her and, shortly after that, Mark and Brian headed up to bed. Jeff made his interest pretty clear, pretty quickly and when Sarah looked over at me, I discreetly gave her the thumbs up.

Since Denise and Maryann were obviously well aware of each other’s position with respect to me, it appeared to be a given that we were all going to be spending the night together. When it became clear that they were anxious to get to it, we left Jeff and Sarah and headed upstairs. We found one of the larger bedrooms empty and gravitated right to the largest bed. I alternated making out with each of them as they undressed me and I groped them. Sandwiched naked between them, Maryann stroked my cock while standing behind me as I caressed Denise’s big tits and she massaged my ass. As I worked Denise’s shirt up and slipped my hands under her bra, I told her that I wanted to fuck her tits. She agreed and stepped back to pull her shirt and bra completely off while Maryann asked what I was going to do to her. I pointed at the wide headboard and told her that she was going to sit up there while I ate her smooth pussy. She cooed excitedly and, as Denise positioned herself topless on her back in the middle of the bed, Maryann dropped her shorts and shed her thong. As I was straddling Denise’s ribs and laying my stiff cock between her tits, Maryann was settling her ass on the headboard.

Denise held her tits together around my cock and I started sliding it in and out while leaning forward to run my tongue up Maryann’s dripping slit. I was able to support myself on one arm and slip a finger into Maryann’s pussy as I focused my tonguing on her clit. She was moaning, though trying to keep the volume down, and running her fingers through my hair. Meanwhile, the soft flesh of Denise’s titties felt awesome as it engulfed my throbbing tool. I could feel Denise’s tongue occasionally jut out and lick the head of my cock as it got close to her mouth. Despite the voyeurism of earlier that evening and the fact that I was in the middle of a threesome with two women I hadn’t been with prior to that day, I didn’t feel as though there was any risk that I’d be cumming too soon. Maryann, on the other hand, sounded as though she might cum at any second.

Her fingers were embedded in my hair and she had started humping her pussy against my face, while seeming to have more trouble controlling the level of her moaning. The pungent taste of her flowing juices just made me want to eat her longer and more vigorously. I felt Denise’s tits fall away from either side of my still throbbing cock, but they were quickly replaced by her hot mouth. I felt one hand on the base of my shaft and the other on my balls as she accepted my entire length between her lips. About the time I moaned at the pleasurable feeling, Maryann let out a cry and began to shake as she came. I could feel her pussy flooding around my finger and knew that I would have to slip my cock into her dripping pussy next.

When she’d settled down again and I knew she’d finished cumming, I raised my head and smiled at her bewildered-looking face then looked down at my cock disappearing into Denise’s mouth. I asked her if she’d like her pussy eaten and she nodded without slipping my cock out of her mouth. I looked back up at Maryann and asked her if she’d like to get fucked; her eyes cleared quickly as she nodded. I moved off of Denise, my cock popping free of her mouth, and went to work sliding her shorts and panties off. Maryann stood and shed her shirt and bra, standing naked at the head of the bed while I helped Denise sit up once she was also naked. My cock couldn’t have been stiffer as I gazed at the two naked hotties I was in the middle of a threesome with. I lay on my back in the middle of the bed and had Denise straddle my face. While I squeezed her round ass and licked the flowing juices from her slit, I felt Maryann straddle my hips and take my cock in her hand. I moaned as I felt her hot, snug pussy engulf my tool.

I lapped up Denise’s nectar while Maryann started to slowly ride me, the both of them moaning. I slipped one of my hands from Denise’s ass to between her legs so that I could slide a finger up into her slippery pussy. I moved the other hand so that I could slip the fingertips between her cheeks to seek out her anus. While I licked and sucked her clit and fingered her pussy, I rubbed her anus with a fingertip, causing her to moan even louder. Glancing up, I could see her gripping the headboard while her tits swayed enticingly overhead. Maryann, meanwhile, was slowly riding up and down on my cock, her hands braced on my chest. She set a nice slow pace which allowed me to really appreciate how fantastic her pussy felt. I still wasn’t yet feeling the impending orgasm; I was just enjoying the feel of her pussy.

Denise was beginning to hump my face hard, one of her hands dropping from the headboard to hold my head in place. I kept working my tongue and fingers, not pushing hard enough to slip a finger into her ass, but stimulating it pretty well. When her other hand dropped onto my head and she held my face against her engorged pussy, I knew she was right on the verge. Finally, with a slightly too loud cry, she began to shudder while flooding my face with even more succulent nectar. I continued to eat her, and Maryann continued to ride me, until she was done and she climbed off my face. I was able to watch Maryann riding me and was surprised that, as slow as she was riding me, the look on her face seemed to say that she was about to cum, too. Denise and I both watched her as her eyes cinched shut and her mouth fell open to let out a low moan while she seemed to go into slow motion. I could feel her pussy getting wetter, but as she let out a sigh indicating that she’d finished cumming, she asked Denise if she wanted to get fucked, too.

I had Denise lie in the middle of the bed because I planned to fuck her hard; I was ready to cum myself. Maryann lay next to Denise as I lay on top of her, guiding my cock into her dripping pussy. While I started pumping my throbbing rod in and out of Denise’s hot pussy, Maryann surprised me by reaching over to fondle Denise’s big breasts. Denise didn’t seem to object as Maryann gently tweaked her hard, thick nipples and watching it made me even hotter than I already was. I pulled Denise’s legs up and hooked them over my arms, opening her up and causing my hips to smack against the backs of her thighs each time I slammed into her. I could feel my orgasm starting to come on thanks mostly to Denise’s hot pussy. Some credit, of course, went to Maryann’s snug pussy and Denise’s tits, as well as the vision of Karen and Chrissy both getting naked and diddling themselves.

I fucked her harder and faster with Maryann egging me on, the bed squeaking and the headboard starting to bang against the wall. Denise was gripping my ass and moaning with each thrust as I felt a small hand slip between my abdomen and hers. Maryann was slipping her fingers down to Denise’s clit to help her along. We hadn’t discussed anything about birth control, so I was starting to think it would be a really good idea to pull out before I came. As my cock was beginning to swell with an impending orgasm, thanks to Denise’s pussy seeming to get hotter and wetter, Denise let out a cry and I felt hot juices flooding my cock. That brought my orgasm on even faster and as soon as I knew Denise had finished cumming, I whipped out my cock and moved up over her. Straddling her ribs again, I squeezed her tits around my cock myself this time and started fucking them.

It probably didn’t even take a dozen thrusts and I was spewing onto her chest as she and Maryann tried to catch my spunk on their tongues. When I was spent, they worked together to clean off Denise’s chest. I collapsed next to Denise and watched them as I caught my breath. With my cum all cleaned up, we lay together on the bed, Maryann moving over so that I was sandwiched between them again. Surprisingly, Denise got up after a short time, saying that she was still horny and was going to see if Mark and Brian were awake. We watched as she left the room naked, her big tits bouncing and I commented to Maryann that Brian and Mark might not be up yet, but she’d get them there quickly. She pulled me close so that our naked bodies pressed together and whispered in my ear that, personally, she felt that three was a crowd, anyway, and she was glad to have me all to herself. I asked her if she hadn’t enjoyed our little ménage a trois and she responded that she really had; she didn’t mind sharing me, but she wanted to be the primary recipient of my attention. I asked her how she felt about voyeurism and she replied that she found it to be a huge turn-on, so I suggested we go peek at Denise and Mark and Brian.

The other large bedroom was right next to the one we were in, so we crept out into the hall, still naked, and approached the door. From inside, we could hear murmuring and moaning, but the door was closed. I cautiously grabbed the doorknob, bracing myself for a creak or a squeak, and slowly turned it. To my surprise, the door opened silently; I opened it just far enough for the two of us to see what was going on. Maryann was crouched below me as we peeked in to see Denise on all-fours on a bed between one reclining twin’s legs, sucking his cock, while the other twin knelt behind her, fucking her doggie-style. I felt my cock responding to watching the three of them getting it on as my gaze shifted from Denise’s head bobbing up and down, engulfing the twin’s stiff cock while pumping the base, to her hanging, swaying tits, down to the round curve of her ass and the stiff cock sliding in and out below it.

“St-stop,” I managed to mutter, reaching with heavy hands to her oscillating head. I could feel the damp ends of her pigtails dragging across the outside of my thighs.

“Uhn-uhnn,” she responded, then crawled up over me, straddling my hips. “I’m not through with you yet.”

I grunted, then winced as she reached between us, taking my cock in her hand. I wasn’t hard, but my dick was like a thick sponginess in her fingers. The heat and wetness of her slick pussy – damn, was she wet – seared through me, burning into my loins. I literally felt her fluid dripping down the head of my cock.

I managed to open my eyes, lift my head. My nymph squatted over me, booted feet planted firmly on either side of my hips, thighs spread wide, her labia hanging down like slick pink drapes that teased as much as they caressed the glistening head of my dick.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.

“Exactly,” she said, then sighed deeply, a sound that became a deep moan as she worked my shaft inside her. I wanted to tell her that it was too soon, that I needed time to get hard, but . . . oh, God . . . her pussy was so hot, so tight and wet, sucking me in, encouraging me, driving me—

“Ohhh, yesss,” she hissed as my cock thickened inside her, worked by her squeezing, stroking vaginal muscles. I looked to her face, saw the bliss there, the glow on her wet cheeks. Thick cloudy fluid clung to her cheeks and chin, dripped to my chest. Tiny rivers of sperm and saliva dribbled down her neck toward her breasts, catching the reflected light from the water around us. Never had I seen anything so erotic.

Her eyes were closed as she slid up and down, as she fucked me. Her mouth was stretched by an open grin of pure pleasure; she alternatively laughed, giggled, cried and moaned as my cock grew thicker and harder within her, plunging into her depths. To my erotic shock, I found I was once again as hard and stiff as I could be, and within a handful of minutes after orgasm.

My nymph inspired me, that much was obvious. She aroused me in ways no other woman had ever done before. It was more than just the exhibitionism of the moment, of the kinky eroticism of my semen obscuring her freckles and dripping down her cheeks and chin and frosting her lips . . . it was everything, all at once. The raw, carnal power of two people who wanted nothing more than pure and complete sexual gratification.

I felt refueled, energized, and curled up enough to find her breasts with my mouth. My hands sought out her firm cheeks, squeezed, kneaded, scratched them. My lover gasped loudly when my mouth covered one of her nipples. I tasted something salty, dry . . . my own cum, I realized. It turned me on.

“Oh, baby, bite it,” she hissed, clutching my head, mussing my damp hair. “Go on, bite—oh! Oh, yes! Yes! YES!”

I dug into her nipple with my teeth, chewing it, pulling on it, strumming my tongue across the tip. I sucked as much of her tit as I could, and suddenly tasted something warm, semi-sweet, and bitter. It trickled out of her nipple, and I sucked it down as eagerly as she had devoured my semen.

“Milk”, I realized. “Mother’s milk . . . .”

She thrashed and writhed atop me, grinding her cunt to my cock and her tit to my mouth – I use those words because that is how animalistic and raw the situation was – gasping and moaning, crying and screeching as she came . . . and came . . . and came . . . .

Had I been fresh, had I not already cum, I would undoubtedly have joined her. But my first orgasm had granted me staying power I would not otherwise have enjoyed, and I fucked her hard and deep as my nymph trembled and shook atop me. Her pussy squeezed me fiercely, as tightly as any virgin’s, her depths hotter than the core of an active volcano.

Somehow, I managed to lift up and curl my arm around her, pulling her off me. Her deeply blushed and freckled face registered surprise for a moment, and even some disappointment as my cock slipped from inside her. But she offered no resistance as I turned her about upon the rock, pushing her shoulders down and pulling up on her hips.

She dug into the edge of the rock, her head hanging over the edge, and arched her back, rolling her hips out toward me, eagerly offering her swollen cunt. I ducked down for a moment, sucking and licking her puffy, crimson lips. The taste of her was incredible.

I ignored the pain in my knees as I positioned myself behind her and lined up my dick with her gaping wet pussy. We both moaned at the union of cock and cunt once more. I winced at the tight feel of her, the sucking and pulling motions of her inner muscles. I had always enjoyed taking a woman from behind, watching her tight asshole flex and wink with each thrust, the play of her labia around my shaft, the stretching of her vulva when I pulled back . . . .

“Oh, God!”

My lover threw her head back, the wet ends of her twin tails slapping her back as she came. Lost to passion, I grabbed her hair in my hands, jerking on her tails, keeping her head snapped back as I drove into her over and over and over . . . .

To describe what I felt when I finally came, when I ejaculated deep inside my nymph’s body would be pointless. How can you qualify ultimate bliss? Pure pleasure? It is enough, I think, to say that my orgasm was the longest, most satisfying, most intensely pleasurable moment of my life.

I know I blacked out, for how long, I can not say. When I came to my senses, I heard the bubbling of the stream, the chirping of innocent birds within the trees, felt the cool breeze across my sweaty torso . . . and the sweet, slow licks and loving kisses upon and around my cock.

It took all my effort, but I was able to lift my head and look down. My lover was lapping softly at my spent dick, planting little wet kisses here and there. Her face was glossy, her lips shiny and wet. She was smiling in satisfaction.

I reached down, touched her head, her neck, her shoulders. She tilted her face up, gave me a glowing look.

“Hi,” she whispered.

I chuckled. “I . . . I don’t even know your name,” I said.

She smiled broadly. “Mary,” she said.

I sighed, let my head fall back. “Nice to . . . meet you . . . .”

***

When I awoke, the sun was just touching the horizon beyond the trees, casting that strange amber twilight across the world. Mary was curled up beside me, her head nuzzled to my chest, her right hand casually settled upon my cock. I shifted a little, kissed the top of her head. Mary’s hand tightened for a moment on my shaft, pulled upon it.

She lifted her head, giving me a weary, smiling look. “Ready for more?” she asked.

I chuckled. “Your place or mine?”

Her smile broadened, revealing pearly teeth. “Yours. Let’s go.”

***

We fucked like animals all night. Mary was insatiable, and I had a hard time keeping up with her. Having cum twice with her already, my middle-aged cock was hard pressed to match Mary’s apparently endless stream of orgasms. We fucked in the living room of my cabin, upon the flocate rug before the fireplace, then on the couch, over the kitchen table, in the shower, on my bed . . . .

All told, Mary coaxed out three more orgasms from me that night. She especially enjoyed the feel of my cum splashing upon her skin, and played with the puddles and droplets of semen I deposited upon her little breasts, neck, cheeks and thighs. She gave me devilish looks as she scooped some of it up with her fingers and sucked them clean, and giggled at my stupefied reactions.

In the morning, I awoke late, rousing myself from erotic and romantic dreams that centered around Mary. Yet, when I touched the pillows and mattress beside me . . . .

She was gone.

No trace, no note, nothing . . . nothing to remind me that what I had experienced had been real.

I headed down to the stream, stared at the mossy boulder for an hour . . . then two, then three . . . . Finally, as the sun set, I trudged back home.

I was too depressed to write that night, and instead, drank myself into oblivion.

But the following morning . . . I wrote as if possessed by a muse, or a demon.

***

“Hey, Will,” came the cheerful voice of Fran, the ubiquitous waitress at the diner at the base of the mountain. She was a forty-something woman with long red hair and a cheerful, chubby face to match her body. “The usual?”

I nodded as I took a seat at the counter. The dining room was nearly empty except for the regulars.

“Maybe I’m reading too much,” Fran said as she poured my coffee. “But you either got laid, or got fucked.”

I chuckled at her crude humor. It was one of the things I liked about her. “Maybe a little of both,” I said, pouring sugar into the dark, earthy brew.

Fran leaned on the counter, hefty, sagging breasts pushing against her work polo. Her eyes bore into mine. “Gonna see her again?” she asked.

I sighed, shook my head. “Doubt it,” I responded somberly.

I heard the door chime ring, then a feminine giggle. It sounded familiar. I turned away from my coffee, away from Fran. A middle-aged man – older than I, for certain – grinned as a pretty, young, freckled brunette pushed him forward in his wheelchair, laughing and smiling upon him. Beside them bounced a little girl in a Sunday-school dress, about six or seven years old. They took a table not far from me. The woman gave him a tight hug, full of affection and devotion for the man before her. He scratched the back of his balding head, hugged her close.

I watched them for a moment, hearing within her muffled giggles and hearty laughs the memories of passionate cries and deep sighs garnered by sexual satisfaction.

Our eyes met for a moment, as she kissed him and her eyes wandered across the room. Her smile faded, and she dislodged from him. Her eyes lingered on mine for a moment, the expression on her face one of pure anxiety. Her lips worked as she spoke something I could not catch.

I turned back to my coffee. A tight ball had formed in my stomach and now radiated outward. I gritted my teeth against the sensation.

“Hey.”

I did not look to her, even though I knew it was Mary. I “knew”, by the smell of her, the sound of her, the radiance of her.

“Hey,” I said back.

Fran gave us puzzled looks as she addressed Mary. “What’cha need, honey?”

Mary slipped a bill across the counter. “Quarters for the video game, if you don’t mind.”

Fran nodded, stepping away to the register at the other end of the counter. I felt Mary’s presence beside me, like the warmth and slightly oppressive radiance of a space heater.

“Look, It’s not what you think—”

I interrupted her as I shifted in my chair, glancing back toward the table. Her beau – “Husband? Lover? Boyfriend”? – was facing away from us, watching the TV hanging in the corner of the room. The little girl – Mary’s daughter, obviously, judging by the red hair and freckles – was dragging a chair up to an ancient Galaga machine. I forced my eyes to settle back upon hers.

“How do you know what I think?”

Mary blinked. Emotion colored her face. She laughed sharply, trying to deflect her true reactions. Her eyes darted around the diner before returning to mine. “It was just a one-time thing,” she said. “I mean . . . seriously, you can’t really expect that we could . . . I mean . . . .”

I held her gaze for a long moment, then smiled ruefully and turned back, sipped my coffee. I set the mug down, aware that Mary was waiting for me to say something. I finally noticed the rings glittering on her finger. She had not been wearing them when we were together.

“What happened to him?” I asked.

Mary took a breath. “Aneurysm,” she said simply.

I nodded noncommittally. “Must be pretty hard on you.”

I heard her voice catch. “Sometimes,” she said in a small, frail voice.

I sucked my bottom lip in contemplation. “So I was just . . . convenient,” I said, trying not to show how hurt and used I felt.

She shuddered with a sigh, scooped up the coins Fran gave her. “Yeah . . . guess so.”

I ground my teeth, nursed my coffee. Fran gave me a wondering look, but I waved her away. “So I guess that’s it.”

Mary breathed out heavily. “Please,” she said. “I don’t care if you believe it or not, but I love my husband. I love my family. I never . . . what happened between us was just . . . it just happened, okay? It doesn’t mean anything, right?”

I let the silence between us hang for several moments. I wanted her to stew in it, to simmer and fret, wondering what I was going to do. I finally stood, tossed a couple bills on the counter, and faced Mary. Her freckled face was pale, eyes wide with apprehension. I really did not know what she wanted me to say. So I just said what I really felt.

“It did,” I said. “But not anymore.”

Her eyes became hard. “That won’t work on me,” she said. Yet still, behind her pride, there was anxiety. Fear that I might reveal her adulterous nature to her husband.

But I had my pride, as well, I suppose. Pride in knowing a woman as intimately as I did Mary, pride that I was too strong to give in to jealous male machismo and ruin another person’s life.

So I did nothing, and said nothing. I simply stood from the bar, leaving a few bills for Fran, and left.

***

I’ll never understand women, not that I ever figured I was supposed to. I love them, I want them, and somewhere among the billions of women in the world, there is that perfect one for me.

I guess I’ll just keep looking. And in the meantime . . . .

Damn, do they make for wonderful inspiration.

“-finis-”