My Life with a Muscular Cheerleader
By Submissive Romantic  Edited by Michael-Leonard
A college senior comes home on spring break and finds the girl of his dreams.


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"Hey Bill, You got any plans for Sspring bBreak this year? Joey and me are
going to Panama City in Florida this year; why don't you come along?

"No thanks Dave, that's just not my thing. I've already got my ticket for the
flight home. You guys go ahead, tear the place up and don't forget to take
lots of pictures."

"OK, Bill, but you don't know what you're missing; all the girls will be
beautiful, drunk and horny."

'Yeah, but none of them would be looking in my direction,.' I thought.

Two weeks later we packed our bags and went off in separate directions, they
went south and I headed west. My flight to Chicago took a little over two
hours and was uneventful. From the airport I caught a bus that would take me
the rest of the way home, about an hour southwest of Chicago to the small town
of New Lenox.

'It was good to be home,' I thought as I walked down Main Street, past my old
high school and down the tree-lined block to my parents' home. It was a little
after 3 PM; my parents were still at work and wouldn't be home for at least
another three hours. My sister, the captain of the cheerleaders, could be
anywhere, but most likely she was at the local teen hang-out with the rest of
her squad, the teen-aged boys from the sport teams all vying for their
attention.

I walked up the driveway, punched the code into the keypad and the garage door
opened. We always used the garage to enter the house. It acted like a mud
room, a place to leave your coat and shoes before entering the house.

'It will be good to just hang out in my room and relax after the long trip
home.'

As I opened the door from the garage to the basement stairway that lead up to
the kitchen I heard the familiar sounds of weights being used downstairs in
the basement.

'Arlene must be home after all,.' I thought. 'I wonder when she started using
my weights?'

Wanting to surprise her, I tiptoed down the stairs, and peered around the
corner. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched with a sense of awe as
the bar full of weights was raised and lowered slowly but steadily. I did a
quick calculation in my head; two twenty-fives, two tens, and two fives on
each side, plus the bar, one-hundred-eighty-five pounds in all.

'When did my sister get so strong?' Even when I was working out regularly, my
best was only one- hundred-and-five pounds.

Just then she finished her set, re-racked the bar and, after a few moments,
she sat up. Our eyes met, and a smile came to her face.

'That's not my sister,' I thought. "Who are you?"

"Bill, don't you remember me? I'm Patti, from next door, Arlene's best
friend."

She stood, wiped her face with a small towel and slowly walked towards me.

"You're... Patti? The last time I saw you, you were a tall skinny kid, always
giggling about something."

"Well as you can see I've filled out quite a bit since the last time you saw
me."

'I'll say,' I thought, as she spun slowly around to give me a good look. She
looked to be about six feet tall, and although it was hard to tell with her
wearing sweats, she appeared to be broad shouldered, but with narrow hips and
waist. I couldn't tell how much she had developed up top, but if my memory
served me well, she was always fairly flat-chested.

"If I may ask, what are you doing here by yourself, using my weights? And, by
the way, where is Arlene?"

"Arlene is probably down by Poppy's hanging out with the rest of the
cheerleaders. I hope you don't mind my using your weights; Arlene gave me the
combination to the garage door a couple of years ago so I could come down here
to workout. I'm a cheerleader as well. I do most of the throws and act as the
base for our human pyramids, so I have to maintain my strength. That's one of
the reasons why I work out all the time."

"Don't you miss hanging out with the others?"

"No, not really, I'm not very popular with the boys in school and I really
could care less about gossiping about who's dating who; or what this girl or
that guy is wearing. I'm not into that kind of stuff. So tell me, what are you
doing home so soon? Arlene told me you weren't coming home for another couple
of days."

We were still standing in the middle of the basement and by now my neck was
getting stiff. You see, I'm only five-foot-four so I had to look way up in
order to talk to her. I think she sensed this because she took hold of my arm
and guided me to the other side of the basement which was set up like a small
family room; a sofa sat across from an old entertainment center that held a
stereo and a TV. She eased onto the sofa and pulled me down next to her. Patti
really seemed interested in what I had to say.

"I finished my exams earlier than I originally told them; so I thought I'd
surprise everyone by coming home a few days early. My roommates are heading to
Florida for spring break, so here I am."

"Why didn't you go with them? I hear that Florida during spring break is
really a happening place; that the guys and girls are all hot and that the
beer is cold and plentiful."

"Yeah, well that's not really what I'm into. I'm not really a party animal if
you know what I mean. I'm not very popular with the girls in my school. I'm
really kind of shy around girls."

I didn't know why I said the things I was saying to this girl, she was
practically a stranger to me, but she seemed to be truly interested in me and
I felt sort of a kinship with her. The more I talked to her, the more I
realized how attractive she was. Besides being tall and obviously very strong,
she had a very pretty face. She had a dazzling smile and a creamy complexion
that was dotted with just barely-visible freckles. But it was her eyes that
really captivated me. They were a wonderful shade of green and almost catlike
in appearance. The more I looked into those eyes, the more I felt myself being
attracted to her. I couldn't tell what color hair she had because Patti had a
baseball cap on, which she wore backwards.

Patti glanced up at the clock on the wall and exclaimed, "Crap, I have to get
home, I still have a lot of homework to do for tomorrow. Bill it's been really
nice chatting with you I hope I'll be seeing a lot more of you before you have
to go back to school. Is it alright if I come back tomorrow to work out again?
If you don't mind, I'll leave the weights the way they are so I can start
where I left off? You can change them if you want, I can reset them tomorrow."

"No problem, I'll take care of them later. See you tomorrow."

I watched as she ran across the basement and grabbing the banister galloped up
the staircase two steps at a time.

When I was alone, I walked over to the bench, verifying the amount of weight
on the bar.

'It's been quite a while since I've used the weights I wonder if I've gotten
any stronger now that I'm older.'

I positioned myself under the bar, took a few deep breaths, and tried to push
the bar off of the rack. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't budge it. I lay
there, still holding on to the bar, and suddenly came to the realization that
Patti was a hell of a lot stronger than me. A second thought came to me as I
realized that I was getting an erection.

'Knowing she's so much stronger than me is really turning me on.'

Chapter 2

I awoke not really knowing where I was and then I remembered. After Patti had
left I had gone upstairs, taken a shower and climbed the stairs to my room.
Feeling a little tired, I shut my door and lay on my bed thinking of Patti. I
must have fallen asleep, because now as I looked at the clock on my nightstand
I could see that it was almost seven o'clock.

'Everyone should be home by now; they must be having dinner. I think I'll
surprise them.'

I got off the bed, slowly opened my door and crept silently down the stairs,
carefully avoiding the one that squeaked. At the bottom of the stairs I turned
and looked through the living room into the dining room. There was my family,
gathered around the table quietly eating dinner. The quiet was about to end.

My mother was the first to notice me walking towards the table.

"Bill... when did you get home? What a surprise!" She got out of her chair and
moved quickly towards me, embracing me in a motherly hug.

"Son, it's good to have you home. How was your trip?"

"Hi Dad, it's good to be home. The trip was good; no delays."

"Hi Sis; you miss me?"

"Of course, it's good to have you home. When did you get home?" She said with
a somewhat pensive look on her face.

"Not too long ago. I got home, took a shower and went up to my room and fell
asleep." I sensed that now was not the time to reveal that I had met Patti. I
could tell that my sister had never mentioned to our parents the fact that
Patti had the code to the garage door and was using the weights when no one
was home.

"Sit down, you must be starved," my Mom said. Not waiting for a reply, as she
got a plate from the cabinet and dished out a large serving of spaghetti and
meatballs from the pot on the stove. On the way back to the dining room she
grabbed a fork and placed the meal in front of me. As if by magic a glass of
milk appeared in front of me as well.

"We weren't expecting you until Friday."

"I know, Mom. I figured that since I hadn't been home in more than two years I
would surprise you so I never told you my final plans for the break."

We settled into a casual conversation. For me it felt really good to be home.
After diner, I helped Mom clear the table and then sat in the living room with
the entire family watching several shows and the evening news.

"Well, if you don't mind I'm going to get ready for bed, I'm still on e East
cCoast time ."

After a quick trip to the bathroom, I kissed my mother goodnight and went up
to my room. About fivefifteen minutes later I heard the squeak of the stair
and, knowing someone was about to knock on my door, climbed into bed and under
the covers .

"Bill, can I come in?" my sister said after knocking.

"Sure Sis, Come on in."

Arlene entered the room, pulled my desk chair close to the bed and sat down.
For a long minute we just looked at one another and then she broke the
silence.

"You saw her didn't you? You know that Patti has the combination and comes
here to work out even when I'm not here. Thanks for not saying anything in
front of Mom and Dad. I never told them I gave her the combination and I'm not
sure how they would react."

"Slow down, Sis; relax. I'm not going to say anything; I'll leave that up to
you. They should know about it but I'm sure they won't mind, they've known her
for almost ten years, she's practically part of the family anyway."

The tone of the conversation became more relaxed as Arlene asked, "So, what do
you think of her, isn't she something?"

"You can say that again. She's pretty, she's easy to talk to, and she's got to
be the strongest girl I've ever met."

Arlene smiled. "Thank goodness you like her. She's been asking about you ever
since the last time you were home. She was so disappointed that that you
haven't been coming home during the summer."

I thought about it for a second then replied, "I guess I haven't seen her
since my first year at school. I came home for the winter break, but since
then, I've been staying at school, taking classes during the inter-sessions.
I'm trying to complete my degree in three years. The scholarship I received
doesn't cover all of my tuition, so if I can cut out a year I can minimize the
amount of my student loan."

"Well, when I go to college, I'm going to enjoy myself and savor the
experience."

I just nodded my head, knowing that she was the outgoing member of the family.
I knew she would love college life; I just hoped that she got an education as
well.

"Arlene, I've been trying to think back about when I was still in high school,
I just don't remember that much about Patti. I know she was here all the time;
that you guys were always hanging around together. But all I remember of her
is that she was tall, skinny and extremely shy. I don't think I ever really
had a conversation with her before today."

"Of course you don't, silly. Back then we were barely teenagers, our four-year
age difference really mattered. You were a senior, a big shot; Patti and I
were just freshmen. I bet you never saw us sitting on the steps while you
worked out. I didn't really want to but Patti always insisted. We would watch
you lifting weights, with your shirt off, in your cute little gym shorts,
until you were finished and would walk over to the stereo to shut it off.
That's when we would go back up to my room. I think that was when Patti's
obsession with weightlifting started. After you would go in for a shower, we
would sneak back down stairs and Patti would try to imitate you. At first she
could barely do one rep; but soon she was doing sets of twelve reps and would
add additional weight as well. Just before you went off to college, she and I
went out for the cheerleading squad. I made it, but Patti got cut. I think
that really hurt her; she became more serious and asked me if she could use
the weights after school. I gave her the combination to open the garage. While
I was at practice or cheering at a game, she would be lifting. Soon you could
see the results of her hard work. Her arms, shoulders and legs were thicker;
she lost that gawkiness, and seemed to be more self-confident. That next
summer we worked out together. I was amazed at her strength; she was lifting
over one hundred twenty five pounds -- more than I weighed."

I lay there in bed fascinated by my sister's tale. I could feel myself getting
aroused by the mental images of Patti she was painting for me. I had to bend
my legs in order to prevent my sister from seeing my erection.

She continued. "That's when I got the idea that maybe Patti could make the
squad if we could work out some routines using her strength to its full
potential. We started with her lifting me on to her shoulders. I would stand
with her holding my ankles, leading a cheer, and finish with my hands in the
air. Next we worked out a routine where she would toss me into the air and
then catch me. Soon I had a couple of the other girls come over and we worked
on a human totem pole. Patti would stand, lift me until I was standing on her
shoulders, and hold my ankles. Then the girls would put a foot on her thighs
and, holding onto her elbows, would stand and lean out to the side. We would
hold that pose throughout the cheer. She made the squad that year, and I was
named captain."

"Does Patti have a boyfriend?" I asked with more than a little interest.

"No, she's been asked out a few times, but she's always said the guys turned
out to be jerks. For the last year or so I know for a fact no one has asked
her out. A rumor went around the school at one point, insinuating that she was
a lesbian because she wouldn't put out. I asked her about it one day.
Apparently one of the jocks from the football team tried to get fresh and
wouldn't take no for an answer. The next day he came to school with his arm in
a sling. He insisted the pulled ligaments were from a fall; Patti told me she
bent his arm behind his back and held him up against a wall, threatening to
break it off if he ever grabbed her again."

"I'll have to keep that in mind. She's coming here again tomorrow. Are you
planning on coming home early?"

"No I'll give you guys some time to get to know each other a little better.
You be good to her; she's my best friend and she's already been through enough
in her life."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Never mind; if she wants to tell you she will."

Arlene got up, put the chair back under my desk and said good night. When I
was all alone I pondered all that she had said. It sounded like Patti had a
crush on me at one time. Maybe that was why she had seemed so interested in
what I had to say. I could hardly wait until tomorrow.

Chapter 3

I spent much of the following day sending out my resume, which was very short
on experience, to all of the larger local CPA firms in the area. I hoped that
my enthusiasm would make up for my lack of experience. I kept checking the
clock, trying to will it to read three o'clock. At about 3:05 I heard the
garage door go up. Not wishing to seem overly eager, I walked down the stairs,
through the living room, dining room and kitchen and opened the basement door.
Patti was at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in her sweats, looking up at
me.

"Hi. Are you going to work out with me or just watch?"

I hadn't given it any thought. If I worked out with her, she'd know how much
stronger she was than me and would probably consider me a wimp. I decided that
honesty would be better than trying to lie my way through it.

"No, I'd just hold you back. To be honest I haven't had much time to work out
in the last couple of years. I run in the morning before classes, but I
haven't touched any weights since I've been at school. I'll just keep you
company, if you don't mind."

"No, I'd really like it if you would. It will make the time pass more easily."

I went to grab a chair and when I returned with it, I stopped in my tracks.
Patti had removed her sweat shirt and was beginning her warm-up exercises.

"I hope you don't mind, it seemed a little hot in here."

'You can say that again.'

Patti was dressed in a form-fitting tank top that accented her small, yet
perfectly round breasts, while putting her broad shoulders and thick upper
arms on display. I watched as she cranked out twenty-five pushups, fifty
sit-ups, twenty squats -- and another twenty pushups, rolling up into a side
extension on each one.

"That gets the blood circulating," she quipped.

'Absolutely,' I thought. 'It sure got my blood circulating'. I hoped that my
growing erection wasn't too noticeable.

We talked as she started doing single-arm curls, her bicep rolling up into a
large ball with each one. Then she switched arms and repeated the exercise. I
watched, amazed that she was using fifty pounds, knowing that I couldn't do
that with two arms. When she was done with that exercise, Patti reclined on
the bench and continued with the hand weights, extending her arms out to side
then raising them until the weights clanged together overhead. She then slowly
let her arms drop down until her arms parallel with the floor.

"Bill, could you spot for me? These last few are going to be tough."

I stood behind her head, ready to give her a hand if she faltered; all the
time staring down at her chest; her white tank top stretched tightly across
her chest, accenting her breasts and her extended nipples. When I finally
moved my gaze from her chest to her face I realized that she was looking up at
me, a broad smile on face. I must have turned scarlet when I realized that not
only had she caught me staring at her chest, but that she was well aware of
the effect she was having on my now fully-erect cock.

"Bill, take the weights, please."

"Patti, I'm sorry, I guess my mind wandered off there for a second."

"No problem, I understand. Next is the bench press; can you help me add
another ten pounds on each side?"

"Patti, that's going to be over two hundred pounds, the best I'll be able to
do is help you re-rack the bar if you get in trouble."

"I know; I'll be careful. I want to go for a new personal best and I need a
spotter to do it."

We added the weight and I stood behind the bench as she reversed herself and
slid below the bar. After several long slow deep breaths, Patti reached up,
grabbed the bar and giving me a smile and a wink, lifted the bar off the rack.
She allowed the bar to slowly fall until it was just off her chest and then
slowly but steadily pushed it upward until her arms were nearly straight then
lowered the bar and repeated the exercise four more times. As she reached the
top of the move she hissed, "OK, help me."

Quickly, I grabbed the bar and guided it back to the rack.

Patti got to her feet, her face lit up with her radiant smile as she gushed,

"A new personal best, 205! For reps. Yes!"

Before I could respond, she reached out and lifted me off my feet and placed
me into a bone crushing bear hug. Patti held me tightly to her chest, our
faces just inches apart and before either of us realized it we were kissing
one another. Putting me down as she turned a bright shade of pink and
whispered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that I guess I just got a little
carried away."

"I'm not," I replied, "I been trying since yesterday to figure out a way I
could kiss you without getting my face slapped."

"All you had to do was ask, Bill. I've had a crush on you since before you
left for college. I didn't think you would ever want to be with a girl like
me."

Feeling braver than I ever felt before while talking to a girl I asked, "Would
you like to go out tonight, maybe catch a movie or something?"

"Sure, I'll have to ask my parents when they get home; it is a school night,
but I'm sure they'll say okay since I'm going to be out with you. I'd better
get home and finish my homework before they get home. What time?"

"I'll pick you up at 7:00."

She leaned over, gave me a kiss on the cheek, turned, picked up her sweatshirt
and headed the upstairs.

I was a flooded with emotions: lonely as I stood there by myself; elated
because I had a date tonight with a beautiful, sexy vivacious girl; nervous
because I wanted this to work more than anything I ever wanted before; and
horny as hell, the vision of her magnificent body permanently burned into my
mind.

I showered, shaved, and dressed so I was all ready before my parents got home.
Over dinner, I made arrangements with my Dad to borrow his car, telling him
that I had a date tonight but not letting on with whom. Glancing over at my
sister, I could tell from her smile that she already knew who I was going out
with and that she approved.

At seven o'clock I backed the car out of the driveway, drove one house over
and pulled into the driveway. I was just getting out of the car when, the
front door opened and out of the house stepped a red haired beauty. I offered
Patti my arm and led her to the passenger door, which I held open as she
guided herself onto my front seat.

It was hard for me to keep my eyes on the road as we headed to the theater.
Patti was just gorgeous; her long wavy red hair framed her face perfectly and
highlighted her green eyes and creamy complexion. In a small town like ours,
we didn't have much of a selection of movies to see. In fact, the only movie
playing was "Star Trek, The Movie". Being a Trekkie, I was more than pleased
to see this first movie based upon the characters from the original TV show. I
hoped that Patti would enjoy it as well.

During the beginning of the movie, I felt Patti's hand tighten around my wrist
as she reacted to the somewhat benign scene showing the bridge of the
Enterprise and the crew. As the movie progressed she seemed to loosen her grip
on my arm and snuggled up closer to me. I placed my arm over her shoulders and
pulled her even closer to me and held her tightly. Towards the end of the
movie she whispered in my ear,

"Do you find her attractive? Do you think she's pretty?"

I didn't have to ask who she was referring to; the only woman on the screen
was the bald-headed female crewmember whose body was taken-over by the alien.
I wasn't sure how to answer her question; worried that if I told her the truth
I'd make her mad at me, but not wanting to lie to her.

I finally whispered, "Yes, I think she's very pretty, but not as pretty as
you." That earned me a smile, a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of my thigh.

When the movie was over, as we were leaving I made a note of the actress's
name; Persis Khambatta and it was no lie, she was extremely beautiful.

We started to drive home and, as we approached Poppy's Ice Cream Shop, Patti
asked if we could stop for an ice cream soda. Not wishing for our date to ever
end, I said sure, as long as she wouldn't get into trouble for staying out
late on a school night.

"My parents said that I had to be home by 10:30; that gives us plenty of
time."

We slid into a booth, ordered two chocolate ice cream sodas and talked about
the movie and anything else that came to mind. Talking to her was as natural
as breathing; before I knew it, it was time to go.

I pulled into her driveway, and just before I started to reach for my door
handle, Patti gave me long passionate kiss. I felt her tongue invade my mouth
and I responded in kind.

Then, just as quickly as it started, the kiss ended and she whispered, "Thank
you for the best night ever! I'll see you tomorrow. Good Night."

'Wow' was all that came to mind as I backed the car out of her driveway and
pulled into mine. I had to adjust my erection before I entered the house, not
knowing who I would encounter. Luckily my parents were already in bed. I
quickly retreated to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got ready for bed.

I just got up to my room and hung up my clothes when I heard the stair squeak.
I jumped into bed naked and pulled up the covers just as my sister opened the
door.

"Hey, don't you know how to knock?"

"You don't have anything I haven't seen before," she blurted out, then
realizing what she had implied, smiled and quickly changed the subject.

"So how did your date go with Patti?"

"How do you know I had a date with Patti?"

"First of all, we're best friends; we tell each other each other everything.
Secondly, who else have you seen in the last three years? And finally, I
watched as you pulled out of our driveway and into hers." The smile became a
grin.

"Well, I think it went very well; I took her to see Star Trek."

"You didn't; oh, this just gets better and better." Arlene's grin now grew
more thoughtful. "Did she like it?"

"She said she did."

"Is she coming over tomorrow to lift?"

"Yes, that's what she said. Why all the questions?"

"No reason; I just wanted to know, that's all."

With that she turned and left the room closing the door behind her.

Chapter 4

I couldn't wait for my parents to leave for work the next morning. Arlene was
already in school and I had some special plans for the morning. I had told
Patti that I hadn't done any lifting since I left for school. Now I was
curious as to just how badly my strength had deteriorated. I planned on
working-out in the morning; hopefully I wasn't too out of shape.

My worst fears were realized after I removed one-hundred pounds from the bar
and I tried to bench press one-hundred-oh-five. I lowered the bar to my chest
and tried to extend my arms, and was barely able to get the bar back to the
rack before my arms began to shake. Removing another twenty pounds I was able
to do one set of ten before I reached my limit.

"Who am I kidding," I said out loud, "it took me three years of regular
lifting to get up to one-hundred - and-five pounds and another three years to
drop back to eighty-five. I'll never be able to keep up with Patti. She's
going to think I'm just a nerdy wimp."

Dejected, I turned away from the weights and climbed the stairs heading for my
room. I changed into a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt and sat in my room
sulking. After lunch, I went back downstairs and turned on the stereo and
planned out what I was going to say to Patti when she arrived. At three
o'clock I heard the garage door open and shut as Patti walked down the cellar
stairs. I was surprised to see her dressed in a pair of jeans, a man-tailored
shirt and a pair of sandals. Her long red hair was styled just as I remembered
from the previous evening.

"Hi Patti, Aren't you going to lift today?"

"Hi Bill. No, I want to talk if you don't mind. I was up all last night
thinking about you and me and I want to discuss a couple of things with you."

"That's good, because I have a few things that I have to tell you as well."

Patti walked over to the stereo and shut it off and then sat next to me on the
sofa. We sat for what seemed a long time neither of us speaking; then both of
us tried to speak at the same time. After a short laugh, I went first.

"Patti, in just the couple of days that I've been home and we've been seeing
one another, I've discovered that I'm really beginning to fall for you. You're
funny, easy to talk to, fun to be with and, dare I say, sexy beyond words. I
think I'm falling in love for the first time in my life.

"Bill..."

"No; let me finish first. I know I have no right to expect that a girl as
beautiful as you could ever fall for a guy like me. I've watched you work out
and have been overwhelmed by your strength as well as your beauty. How can I
hope to compete with you; I would just embarrass myself if I tried. I'm just a
nerdy wimp, who can barely lift eighty-five pounds.

"Bill, that's enough," she shouted. "If I wanted to go out with some
super-star jock, don't you think I would have? No, I've been down that road
before and I discovered that was not what I wanted. I need someone who will
love me for who I am; with all my faults and needs. I want someone who is
kind, gentle and sensitive. I also need someone who will allow me to be in
control and not feel threatened by my dominant personality."

I sat there stunned, totally surprised as to the direction our conversation
was taking.

"Bill, when I first moved here and met you and Arlene, I was a physical and
emotion wreck. I was thirteen years old. I had been sick for almost two years
and had been thrown out of school for fighting. Your sister came over to our
house and befriended me; showed me kindness and understanding that I hadn't
experienced in a long time. We soon became inseparable and shared everything.
She told me all about you; how smart you were; how loving and helpful and
protective you were. When I was here I carefully observed you as the two of
you interacted. I would go home afterward and lay in bed wishing that I had a
brother just like you."

"Soon my body started to change and with that change my emotions changed as
well. I grew in height, started to develop up top, and changed almost
overnight from a little girl to an immature, emotionally awkward, young woman.
I developed a crush on you and tried my hardest for you to notice me. But you
never did. To you I was just your little sister's best friend."

"Patti, I'm so sorry; I never knew."

"That's okay Bill, I understand now. Your sister is almost four years younger
than you and you just assumed that I was the same age; that I was just a kid.
I'm almost two years older than Arlene. She was one of the youngest in our
class and I was older when I started school and lost a year when I moved here
after missing a year of school, so I was the oldest."

I looked into her eyes and saw the pain that she had contended with and that
she had overcome. Now the two-year difference in our ages meant nothing.

"Bill, there's one more thing I have to tell you and show you before our
relationship goes any further. When I was eleven years old I started getting
sick. At first my parents thought it was just one of the childhood diseases. I
started getting fevers and body aches like the flu. They took me several times
to the doctor. He prescribed some antibiotics and told us that all I needed
was bed rest and that it would pass. I didn't get any better and soon the
fevers became more severe. Worst of all my hair started falling out. They took
me to a hospital in Chicago where they ran me through a series of tests. Their
diagnosis was I had Alopecia, an auto-immune disorder which causes the body to
attack the hair follicles and destroy them. In most cases the symptoms are
sporadic and eventually disappear. I wasn't that lucky. I suffered a rare form
of the disease called Alopecia Universalis. My immune system attacked the
follicles on my entire body and destroyed them completely and permanently. I
was out of school for almost a year, and when I tried to come back I
experienced the ugly side of human behavior. The kids in my school made fun of
me, pulled off my wig, teased me and called me names. I lashed out the only
way I knew, and began getting into fights nearly every day. My parents decided
that rather than try to fight, it would be best if we all just moved to a
place where I could start over."

"I learned how to conceal my condition, and had a chance to get people to know
me before they found out about it. When they did, it didn't seem to matter
anymore."

We were still sitting next to each other on the sofa. Patti moved closer to me
and took my hands into hers.

"Look closely at my eyes. Do you see anything unusual?"

I looked into those bright green eyes and was about to say no, when suddenly
she closed her eyes and I saw what she wanted me to see. Patti had no eye
lashes or brows. Through the clever use of makeup she had transformed the area
around her eyes into what the casual observer expected to see, and therefore
didn't notice that it was all an illusion.

She released my hands and reached up to her head.

"I wish that this was just as easy to conceal."

She slipped her fingers up under her hairline and lifted her long wavy red
hair completely off her head and placed it on the cushion behind her. I was
startled to see that she was completely bald. Her head was smooth and shiny
just like the woman from the Star Trek movie. Surprisingly, however, her
baldness did nothing to diminish her beauty. In fact -- just like the woman in
the movie -- it seemed to give her an exotic beauty that was totally
captivating.

I was speechless; she took that as disapproval and I saw the hurt in her eyes
as she started to move away from me. Before she was out of reach, I placed a
hand on the back of her head and pulled her into a long emotion filled
embrace. I could feel the little tremors as she began to cry tears of relief
and joy as she realized that her baldness meant nothing to me. We kissed for
while, I felt her strong arms encompass my body; I never felt so loved.

When she finally ended our embrace, she smiled, wiped away a tear or two that
clung to her cheeks. "Thank you, Bill; you have no idea what your acceptance
means to me."

We sat for a few more minutes in silence and then she said, "You know it does
have some advantages; I never have to shave my legs, or my arm pits. I never
have a bad hair day and, because I have several wigs, I can change my look in
a few minutes rather than waiting for my hair to grow out like normal girls."

Patti got quiet again, as if she was trying to make up her mind about
something. Then, she stood, took my hands in hers, and leaned over and
whispered in my ear.

"I have one more thing I have to show you; come on, lets go up to your room."

Patti took me by the hand and, without waiting for my reply, practically
dragged me up the cellar steps. I half expected her to throw me over her
shoulder as we headed through the kitchen, dining room and living room and up
the stairs to my bedroom. Once there she closed the door behind us, and stood
next to the bed.

"We don't have a lot of time; your parents will be home in a couple of hours
and so will mine."

"What about my sister?"

"I told her to call me at home at five; if she didn't get an answer she should
hang around and plan on getting home about six. Don't be surprised; just like
ArleneI told you , we tell each other everything."

She pulled down the bedspread and pulledturned down the covers; turned and
stood facing me as she began to unbutton her shirt. I was standing at the foot
of the bed, still fully clothed, too nervous to move.

"Unless of course you don't want to," she said as she finished unbuttoning her
sleeves and slipping the shirt off her shoulders.

There, right in front of me, was the first set of tits that I had ever seen
other than in a magazine. She looked so beautiful, her skin was creamy white,
her breasts sat high on her chest, they were round half- globes, a little more
than a handful, topped with dark pink nipples which extended out about a half
an inch. All I could think about was feeling, sucking and nibbling on her tits
as I lifted my shirt over my head and began to undue my belt.

"That's better," she said with a laugh. "But... leave your shorts on; I'll
take those off when I'm ready."

She peeled off her jeans and stood before me in just a pair of cotton panties.
For a long moment neither of us moved. She took my hand in hers and guided
them up onto her tits.

"Patti, I've never..."

"I know. Don't worry, I'll teach you. And what I don't know we'll discover
together."

I was shaking as I gently fondled her tits, pulled and twisted her nipples and
then felt her hand on the back of my head as she pulled it towards her chest.

"Suck on my tits, I love that. That's it, now the other one. Bite gently on
the nipple."

I followed her instructions and soon was rewarded for my efforts with the
sound of soft moans as she ran her hands over my shoulders and back. My cock
was straining to escape the confines of my shorts and I began rubbing my
crotch up against her thigh.

"I think I'd better do something for that little guy in your shorts before he
explodes," she whispered as she forced me back a step and sunk down to her
knees in front of me. She grasped the bulge in my shorts and squeezed. Looking
up at me she said, "I take that back; he's not so little."

She placed her hands on either side of my waist and grasping the waistband of
my shorts pulled them down past my knees. My cock sprang up and was pointing
directly at her face. Then she did something that I will never forget for as
long as I live. Patti opened her mouth, and with her eyes looking directly
into mine, she leaned forward and engulfed my cock. The feeling was
indescribable. I watched her move up and down taking most of my six-plus
inches into her mouth and then pulling back, her eyes still holding mine,
until only the tip remained inside. I felt her tongue twirl around the head,
sending jolts of pleasure up into my brain. Closing my eyes I let the feeling
wash over me, experiencing pleasure I had never felt before. Suddenly, I felt
my orgasm rocketing to the point of eruption.

"Patti, stop, let me out I'm going to cum, stop."

She didn't stop, instead I felt two powerful hands grab my ass and pull me
deeper into her mouth. My hands grabbed the back of her head as I exploded
deep within her. I could feel the back of her throat constrict as if she were
trying to swallow my cock. Spurt after spurt came forth. My whole body shook
and I felt as if I was being turned inside out.

When I finally opened my eyes, she was still looking up at me, and her hand
was wrapped around my still- throbbing cock as her tongue captured the last of
my cum. Patti sat back and smiled up at me.

"How was your first blow job? Did you enjoy it?"

"Do you even have to ask; I've never felt anything close to that before." I
said helping her to her feet. I pulled her head down and kissed her hard, my
tongue swirled around inside her mouth, capturing the remnants of my first cum
with a woman.

"Now, it's my turn," I said. "I get to unwrap my surprise."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Patti exclaimed. "But, just for now, you can
look but don't touch."

Pouting and feigning hurt, I sank to my knees in front of her and pulled down
her panties allowing her to step out of them before looking up at her. Her
pussy was completely hairless, as was the rest of her body. It was puffy and
pink on the sides. Near the top at the center was a button of flesh, peeking
out from under a hood of skin.

"Here's your next anatomy lesson." Patti's deft fingers traced the features of
her private place while she described what she was touching ? and I was seeing
for the first time.

"These are my outer lips; they are puffy now because I'm sexually aroused.
They like to be massaged and licked." Holding herself open, revealing the
moist darker pink middle she continued: "These are my inner lips; they too,
like to be licked. This is the entrance to my pussy; you can stick all sorts
of things into it, but I prefer cocks, tongues and fingers. And finally, up
here under this hood of skin, is my clit; it's extremely sensitive, you can
give me a great deal of pleasure or you can cause me to suffer pain, so you
must be gentle most of the time when you lick or suck on it, or massage it
with your fingers."

When she was finished she stepped around me and climbed up onto the center of
the bed. She lay on her back with her legs bent at the knee and spread wide. I
didn't need a written invitation. I circled around to the foot of the bed and
slowly crawled between her legs until I was on my knees with my face just
above her pussy. With my lesson still fresh in my mind, I began to slowly run
my tongue up the length of one side and then the other carefully avoiding
contact with her clit. I could feel the heat emanating from her and smell the
heady aroma of her passion. I could see moisture dripping out from between her
lips. I parted her lips and ran my tongue up her center. Her juices tasted
tangy, perhaps a little acidic, but none- the-less pleasing in my mind. The
more I licked the wetter she got and the louder her moans became. Getting more
sure-of-myself, I pressed my open mouth over her and pushed my tongue into her
as far as I could. I felt her legs move and her feet come to rest on my ass as
her back arched up off the bed.

"Oh God, that's so good, I'm so close, don't stop, don't stop."

It was like music to my ears, I couldn't believe how much pleasure I was
feeling by giving her pleasure. I don't know where the thought came from, but
I knew that it was time to change. I pulled my tongue out of her and moved my
mouth upwards until I was covering her clit. Applying gentle suction and
circling it with my tongue, I sent her over the edge. Simultaneously, her feet
dropped to the mattress, her hands grabbed at the back of my head, and her ass
flew up off the bed. I hung on, maintaining contact as her body began to
convulse and she cried out,

"Billlll-eeee"

And then she fell back on to the bed, totally exhausted. After several minutes
she lifted her head and pulled me up onto her chest. Patti wrapped her big
strong arms around me and held me tightly against her. I could still feel her
heart pounding in her chest.

"Bill, I have never cum so hard and for so long with anyone before. Let me
rest for a few minutes before we continue."

I was more than happy to oblige; I've never felt so good, so safe, so loved as
I did at that moment.

We must have fallen asleep because, when my eyes opened and glanced at the
clock on my nightstand it was almost five o'clock. I looked back at my
beautiful lover and watched her as she slept. Now that I was awake, I could
feel the movement of her breathing, I could see her chest rise and fall, and
her exquisite breasts were just within the reach of my tongue. I began to
gently stroke her nipple, feeling it begin to expand. With each beat of my
heart I could feel my erection throbbing back to life. I must have been in the
perfect position, because I could feel the head of my cock slowly enter
between her hot moist lips.

"Hmmm, you've already started without me."

I could feel her hips beginning to move as she maneuvered herself into a
better position. Suddenly it felt like I was being Hoovered right into her. I
could feel suction all along my erection. The expression on my face must have
registered my surprise.

"Special exercises I read about in a book on sex. I guess they work."

Soon I was fully engulfed within her. The feeling was incredible. Nature and
instinct took over and I began to slowly but steadily move in and out of her.
I looked down into her eyes as I supported the upper half of my body on my
arms. Patti had a serene look on her face as her eyes closed. I could hear
tiny moans of passion escaping her lips as I began to increase the tempo of my
thrusts.

"Oh Bill, I'm cumming again. Don't stop, don't stop."

I felt her shudder below me and than her body tensed and her legs wrapped
themselves over mine. I buried my cock to the hilt and felt her pussy
rhythmically throbbing as if it was trying to milk me. It was an amazing
feeling. Patti reached up, pulling me down into a passionate kiss.

After a few minutes, she broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Now it's
your turn."

Before I knew what was happening I felt her arms wrap around me, holding me
tightly as she turned over taking me with her. Now she was on top, my cock
still buried deep inside her. Slowly at first she began to move her hips up
and down, her pussy lips clinging to my rock hard cock. She moved up and down
my entire length. Occasionally she would change her movements, grinding down
on me in a circular motion. There was no doubt as to who was in charge. Patti
controlled the tempo; I was the one who was getting fucked and we both knew
it.

I reached up and began to twist and pull on her nipples. I was rewarded for my
efforts with a loud moan as she quickened her movements.

"Bite them; suck hard on them. I love that."

I was happy to oblige her wishes. She could have asked me to do anything and I
would have jumped at the chance. I was quickly approaching the point of no
return, when my mid-western up bringing took over,

"Patti, are you protected?"

"Yes. Don't you worry; just enjoy."

Taking my hands in hers she pinned them to the mattress and road me hard.

"Oh, Patti, I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

Just as I started to pump my load into her I felt her whole body shudder as
she pressed herself down hard over me. We held that position for several
minutes, enjoying the sensations of our bodies becoming as one. She released
my arms and gently began kissing me.

"I love you, Bill; I have always loved you. Thank you for the happiest day of
my life."

"I love you, too. I never knew anything could feel this good. I don't want it
to ever end."

I glanced over at the clock, which read a quarter to six. "We'd better get
dressed; my parents will be home soon." We dressed quickly, straightened out
the bed and opened the windows to freshen up the room; then went back down to
the basement. Patti was just making the final adjustments to her makeup and
wig when we heard the garage door open. Less than a minute later, Arlene
peered around the staircase wall.

"Hi, guys; did you have a good time today? Patti, I just saw your Mom pull in
the driveway."

Without waiting for an answer she turned and climbed the stairs.

Patti and I looked at each other. I guess the panic I was feeling was etched
on my face.

"Don't worry," she said, "Arlene would never say anything to your parents. I
told you we tell each other everything[again, Arlene told him that] so I know
she approves of us getting together, and besides I have way too much dirt on
her for her to ever think about ratting you out."

"What kind of dirt?" I naively asked.

Patti bent over gave me a kiss, turned and headed for the staircase.

"How do you think I learned about sex. Arlene and I did a lot of experimenting
when we were growing up." She laughed as she climbed the stairs.

"See you tomorrow after school. We can work out again; make sure you get
plenty of rest."

Chapter 5

Dinner that night was very strange. The four of us sat at the table having
normal conversations, but all the while Arlene and I were sharing our secrets
with knowing looks, smiles and facial and hand gestures. After dinner, I went
up to my room as Arlene announced that she was going to call Patti on the
phone in her room. My parents thought nothing was out of the ordinary, we had
done this many nights before I left for school. About an hour later I heard
the stair squeak and knew instantly that Arlene was coming to my room.

"Hi stud; I hear you two had a really good time today. I'm a little jealous."

"Normally I would never even acknowledge it, but knowing that she's probably
already told you everything that we did, all I'll say is that I've never met
anyone like her and that I'm totally in love with her."

"I'm glad, because she feels the same way. She also told me that she more or
less told you about us as well. We did a lot of experimenting when we were
growing up. Most of it was done during our sleep- overs; sometimes while you
were babysitting for us. We used to talk a lot about you, Patti wishing that
she could get up the nerve to have you join us. In those days we had never
seen a naked boy before. I offered to ask you several times but she always
said no."

This was more than I wanted to hear. I could feel my erection starting to
grow.

"Arlene, that's a little too much information for me. After all, I am your
brother. I assume, based upon your attitude about sex, that you are no longer
a virgin. Please be careful; I don't want you to get pregnant."

"No, I'm not a virgin anymore; and yes, I'm very careful. In fact, Mom allowed
me to go on the pill last year. I guess she knew that being a cheerleader and
having the house to myself after school that it was futile to try to prevent
me from being sexually active. Speaking of that, I know you guys only have
tomorrow to be alone, so I won't come home until six."

"Thanks, Sis. Patti is coming over to work-out after school and hopefully
we'll get some other exercise in as well."

"You animal, you! A girl lets you get into her pants once and you think you
can get it anytime you want!" she said laughing as she got up off my desk
chair. "You just better be careful."

"Patti told me she was protected from getting pregnant, so what should I be
careful about?"

"I wasn't talking about her getting pregnant. I'm just trying to warn you that
she can get carried away sometimes and forget just how strong she is. I
wouldn't want you to get hurt."

On that note, she left my room, pulling the door shut behind her. It took me a
long time to get to sleep that night. I kept thinking about what my sister
said and fantasizing about Patti. ______ ______ ______

The next day was spent completing a bunch of errands for my parents. I made
sure I was finished well before Patti got home from school. By three o'clock I
was dressed in my old workout clothes and was adjusting the amount of weight
on the bar when I heard the garage door open and close. Patti, dressed in her
workout sweats, came bounding down the stairs. I was disappointed that she was
wearing her sweats and baseball cap, but after giving me a toe-curling kiss,
Patti peeled off her sweats revealing her sports bra and gym shorts. It was
going to be very difficult to keep my mind on what we were doing.

"Well, come on; let's do some stretches to limber up before we start with the
weights. You've got a lot of work to do if you want to get that body of yours
back in tip-top shape."

Patti put me through a series of exercises that seemed to me like a full
fledged work out, but to her was just a warm up. When we were done she put me
on the bench and watched me as I struggled through my first set at eighty
pounds. She had me rest for a few minutes and then, after adjusting my grip on
the bar, guided me through my second set.

"That's it, Bill. Push it out; you can do it, one more. Good."

On my third set, I completed ten reps, and then needed her help to re-rack the
bar.

"Good job, Bill" she said sounding absolutely sincere in her complement of my
effort.

I on the other hand was extremely disappointed in my effort. I had lost some
strength during my time away at school and felt that I must be a wimp in her
eyes.

"Hey don't look disappointed. You did pretty good for your first time.
Remember it's going to take time to get back into shape. You don't think I
started out lifted the amount of weight that I do; it took me a long time and
a lot of hard work to get this strong. You work on your one arm curls while I
adjust the weights on the bench."

I watched as she slipped two additional twenty-five pound plates on each side
and tightened the clamp. She eased herself down onto the bench, grabbed the
bar, pushed it up off the rack, and held it for a moment before slowing
lowering it to her chest. The muscles in her arms, shoulders and chest seemed
to pop as she pushed the bar up and down smoothly for twelve reps before
re-racking it. I was standing on the side doing twenty pound curls,
alternating between arms. By the end of my first set I could feel the blood
expanding my bicep and, at the same time, felt my erection expanding as well.
As I watched her do her second and third sets, my erection was hard as a rock
and tenting out my shorts. Embarrassed, I turned away trying to hide my
arousal from her gaze.

"Bill, don't be embarrassed; I like the fact that you are turned on by my
strength. I built my body did this partly because I wanted to impress you.
Let's do a few more exercises and then we can have some fun."

Patti showed me several other exercises I could do to build up my arms and
shoulders. I would do them while she did her one arm curls. Her biceps bulged
as she lifted the fifty-pound weights first with her right arm, and then with
her left.

We worked out for about an hour, and then Patti said, "Great. That's great for
your first workout. I have one more exercise in mind. I want you to take off
your shirt and shorts and lay down on the bench."

While I was removing my clothes, Patti removed all but ten pounds from the
bar. Then I lay down in bench-press position.

"I want you to close your eyes and start slowly doing your first set."

I did as she asked; the weight was very light so the exercise was easy. After
the tenth rep, I sensed that she was standing over me. I was about to open my
eyes when she said, "Keep your eyes closed and keep doing what you're doing."

I obeyed without question and suddenly felt her hand take hold of my erect
cock guiding it to the entrance to her already moist pussy. Slowly, I felt
myself being engulfed again by her moist heat until she had all of me inside
her. She paused until I had the weight down to my chest then, as I pushed up
on the bar she lifted up the length of my cock. Up and down she traveled on my
cock in time with the movement of the weight.

"It feels good doesn't it? I'll do this as long as you continue lifting. When
you stop, I'll stop."

I lost count as to the number of reps; the only thing on my mind was the pure
bliss I was feeling. After a time the bar started to get heavier. I was
beginning to labor, and at the same time was getting closer and closer to my
orgasm. I could hear Patti's breathing becoming more erratic. My arms were
beginning to tremble as I strained to bring the weight up one more time. At
the apex of the move I felt Patti lean forward guiding the bar back onto the
rack. At the same time, she clamped down onto my over stimulated cock sending
us both over the edge, our bodies convulsing in our mutual orgasm.

"Oh Bill, that was wonderful. I must have cum a half dozen times before that
last one. Let's get dressed and go back to my house to shower. It's Friday
night; my parents always meet and have dinner and go to a movie on Friday
night. We'll have the house all to ourselves. I want to show you my room and
try a few other things before you have to go back to school."

We both dressed as quickly as possible. I left a note for my parents tell them
that I was going to be having dinner with Patti and that I would be home late.
I grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt and we headed to her house.

First we showered, each washing the other. I marveled as Patti tensed each
muscle group as I ran my soapy hands over her marvelous body. She took extra
time to carefully and thoroughly wash and massage my ever-hard erection.
Upstairs in her room, we made love several times experimenting with various
positions, mutual masturbation and oral sex. I loved them all, but my favorite
was with her on top riding me, dominating me, my hands and mouth all over her
beautiful perfectly-round breasts.

It was after ten when I finally staggered back to my house. My parents were
already in bed, reading. I wished them a good night, and after a quick shower
I climbed the stairs, more than ready for a good night's sleep.

I turned on the light and was startled by my sister, sitting patiently at my
desk.

"It's about time, I couldn't wait another minute; how was your "date"
tonight?"

"Sis, for Pete's sake stop it. I'm not going to tell you about tonight. If you
want to find out you're going to have to talk to Patti. All I will say is, if
I die in my sleep tonight I will go to heaven a very contented man."

"Oh, we already talked. You've made her a very happy camper. I only hope that
I find the man of my dreams like she did."

I asked her to shut the light and close the door behind her. As I lay in bed,
thinking about Patti, I came to the conclusion that I could very easily spend
the rest of my life with her by my side.

Chapter 6

Patti and I spent all day together on Saturday. I had dinner at her house with
her parents and told them all about my last three years at school. I'm sure
they could tell that the two of us were very much in love. Patti joined my
family for Sunday dinner and after dinner Patti and I went for a walk. We
found an empty bench in the park and enjoyed the late afternoon sun.

"Bill, I know you have to go back to school but I'm not sure I can take being
apart for the next couple of months. These last several days have been the
happiest days of my life."

"I don't want this to end either, but it will only be until graduation in May.
After that I plan to come back here. Hopefully I can land a position with one
of the local accounting firms in the area, and then we can make plans for the
future. What are your plans after high school? Are you going on to college?"

"Bill, I'm not going to college. I want to go to beauty school and be a
cosmetologist. I'd like to get a job, work for a couple of years, and then
maybe open my own shop. I want to be my own boss."

"What kind of shop?"

"I'm not sure yet; maybe a nail salon, a beauty salon, or maybe even a barber
shop. I'll decide once I get through the schooling."

"What made you decide on beauty school?"

"I've never been a really good student; my grades were average at best. Since
I lost my hair, I've been more conscious of how other people style theirs. A
year ago I started looking into going into the business. I think I can do
pretty well for myself."

"I'm sure you'll be great at anything you choose."

We kissed and held each other until just before dark. Then it was time for us
to get back home. I picked up my bag, said goodbye to my parents and, Patti
drove me to the airport. We had a tearful goodbye as she dropped me off in
front of the terminal. I got out of the car, opened the back door and pulled
my bag out of the back seat. As I turned to put my bag on the curb, I was
pulled up off of my feet into a bone- crushing embrace.

"You behave yourself; no wild parties. I'll be here, waiting for you when you
get back."

With that she kissed me long and hard, virtually taking my breath away. I
could feel the blood pulsing into my growing erection and feel her heart
pounding in rhythm with mine.

"That's a little something for your flight back. Miss me!"

With a tear running down her cheek, Patti turned and ran around to the
drivers' side, blew me a kiss, and drove off.

Traveling late at night, I was able to get some sleep, making it back in time
to wake up my roommates in time to catch up on our experiences over the past
week before morning classes.

"So how was it Dave? Did you and Joey have a good time in Florida?"

"Bill, it was fantastic. We'd get up, walk down to the beach, catch some rays,
watch the chicks catching some rays, drink some beer, get together with a
group of guys, crash some party, get drunk, sleep where- ever, and then start
all over again. The girls were beautiful and ready to party."

"Sounds like you had a great time. Did you guys meet anybody special?"

"Nah, but we had a great time. How was your break; do anything exciting back
home?"

"Gentlemen, I met the girl of my dreams; the one I plan to be with for the
rest of my life."

"Whoa, dude; slow down. Who is she; how'd you meet her; what's she look like?"

"She's my kid sister's best friend. I've actually known her for a long time.
She's tall, beautiful, playful and sexy as hell."

"Sounds like one of us scored over the break."

"Come on, let's get going. I have a class in fifteen minutes."

The rest of the semester seemed to drag on forever. Finally, exams were over,
and I was preparing for graduation.

________ ________ ________

"I don't know how or why you did it. Three years and you're done with
college." Joey said watching Bill hang his neatly press gown on his clothes
rack. Are your parents coming for the ceremony?"

"Yeah, the whole family is flying in today, including Patti. They should be
here in a little while."

"Great we finally get to meet this girl friend of yours. Too bad we won't get
to hang around and bust you two a little; Dave and I are heading for home late
this afternoon."

It was a little after one when someone shouted down the hall,

"Hey, Bill; your family's down stairs in the common room."

Dave and Joey followed me down the staircase and into the common room. They
stopped at the doorway and, after I greeted my parents and Arlene, I stood
before Patti for a moment before she threw her arms around me and gave me a
toe curling kiss, lifting me clear off the ground and spinning slowly. After a
long moment we broke apart, only slightly embarrassed of our public display of
affection.

"I missed you so much, Bill. I couldn't wait to get here."

Then nodding toward the door, "Are these your room-mates?"

"Oh, sorry. Yes, this is Dave and Joey. Guys, this is the girl I've been
telling you about, my girl friend Patti."

Patti stepped forward, extended her hand and shook hands with both of them
with a strong energetic grip. Dressed in jeans and a white buttoned-down shirt
and western boots, with her long riotous red hair, green eyes and dazzling
smile, she had them momentarily speechless.

"I was just going to show everyone around the campus," I interrupted, "would
you guys like to join us?"

"Sure, why not," they chimed in, each taking a step closer to Arlene. The tour
of the campus took about an hour. Patti and I held hands as I pointed out the
different academic buildings, the sports stadium, the gym, and finally, the
student center to my parents. Arlene was in her glory, being fawned over by
not one but two college men, each vying for her attention.

When we got back to the dorm, Dave and Joey excused themselves saying that
they had to finish packing for their trip home.

"If you guys will excuse me for a few minutes I want to go upstairs and say
good bye to Dave and Joey. This may be the last time I ever get to see them."

I ran up the stairs and into my dorm room.

"Bill, no offense but how did you ever get her to go out with you? She's a
knockout!"

"And why didn't you tell us that you had such a good-looking sister?"

"Hey, I'm really going to miss you guys. Thanks for being such great
roommates. Let's not lose touch with one another. Here's my number; give me a
call if you ever get out to Illinois. Good luck next year."

My parents, Patti, and I got into their rental car and headed out to their
hotel to check in. They got two adjoining rooms, one for Patti and Arlene and
one for themselves. After they got situated, Dad announced that they should go
down stairs for dinner. When the elevator doors opened, Patti and I let the
others get into the all ready occupied car.

"We'll use the stairs."

As we headed down the deserted staircase, Patti trapped me against the wall on
the landing between the 5th and 4th floors and practically devoured me.

"I missed you so much. I wish you didn't have to go back to the dorm tonight.
Since you're going to be all alone tonight, maybe I should go back with you to
keep you company."

She purred in my ear, all the time pressing her body up against mine. She
could feel the unmistakable movements in the front of my jeans. She loves to
tease me, she loves the effect she has on my body and most of all she loves
the way she can control and dominate me.

"Patti... I wish you could, but what would my parents think? How would we get
you there and back without them knowing? And, what about Arlene?"

"Spoilsport. Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble now. I can wait a couple
of more days, but then you'd better watch out. You started something and I
plan on having a lot more of it. Come on, let's get downstairs before they
send Arlene up here looking for us."

When we finally got downstairs, Arlene said with a mischievous smile on her
face, "What took you guys so long? I was about to call out a search party."

Dinner was a slow, totally relaxing affair. Dad ordered two bottles of wine,
one red and one white. Even Arlene joined in the toast honoring my graduation.
Here in New York the drinking age was eighteen and my sister, having just
turned eighteen, had her first legal drink. By the time we got around to
dessert we barely had room to finish it. Patti and I shared a piece of
cheesecake, Patti occasionally feeding me from her side. I glanced around the
table; my parents had an amused knowing expression on their faces as if they
had already accepted the idea that Patti and I would eventually get married
and approved.

When dinner was finally over; we all piled into the car and drove back to the
dorm to drop me off for the night. Patti walked me to the front door, and then
held me in a deep embrace, practically smothering me with kisses. Secretly I
wished that when we finally ended our embrace that I find that the car was no
longer at the curb. No such luck. The car was still there waiting for Patti to
return.

"Good night, sleep well, dream of me," she said as she slipped her hand down
between our bodies and gave my now painfully hard erection a playful squeeze,
hidden from the eyes of my family.

The graduation ceremony was a long, drawn-out affair, with many long and
extremely boring speeches and nearly two thousand graduates. Finally, after
nearly three hours, we were publically declared graduated and a mighty cheer
rang out from the assembled multitude of now former-undergrads. With a
facsimile of my diploma in hand, I searched out Patti and my family. Hugs and
kisses were heaped upon me. This part of my life was over; now it was time to
become an adult.

Chapter 7

The first couple of weeks after graduation were absolute bliss. Patti and I
made love every afternoon when she came home from school. First we would work
out for about an hour, then adjourn to my bedroom for a workout of an entirely
different sort. My mornings were occupied with interviews with several large
CPA firms located closer to Chicago. My interviews went well and soon I
received two offers for employment; one from one of the large international
firms and the other from a smaller regional firm. I chose to go with the later
because I felt I'd get more exposure to all phases of public accounting, not
just audit work, which I was almost guaranteed to be doing with the other
firm.

Patti had already made arrangements to start beauty school after graduation.
With our goals pretty much set, the next logical step was for us to get
engaged. After a short, but stressful talk one evening with her father, I
presented her with a ring during a late night walk in the park.

Bending down onto one knee, I took her hand in mine and, looking up into her
beautiful green eyes I said, "Patti, I love you with all my heart. Would you
do me the honor of being my wife? I promise to do everything in my power to
make you happy forever."

Even though we both knew that this was the path we were destined for, I think
I surprised her enough that she began to tremble, her eyes filling with tears
of joy. Almost before I realized what was happening, she reached under my arms
and lifted me straight up off my feet, high over her head.

"Yes, yes, yes! I love you more than you'll ever know," she gushed, twirling
around. Then she lowered me enough so our mouths could join in a long,
passionate kiss.

"Bill, there's one more thing you have to know. Now, before we travel any
further down this road."

She paused, gathered up her courage and finally said, "Bill, I can't have
children. The high fevers also damaged my reproductive organs."

I looked at her; I could see the pain and the apprehension in her eyes. She
was scared.

"Patti, I'm so sorry for you; but rest assured that this doesn't change a
thing between us. If we ever feel the need to have children, we can always
adopt."

"Oh, Bill! I love you so much," she said as she held me tightly to her chest.
I could feel her silent sobs of relief as we held one another.

________ ________ ________

Our lives became really hectic for the next twelve months; planning a wedding,
going to school and working took up much of our time. Even our love-making was
put on hold, primarily because we had very little private time together.

As our big day rapidly approached, the strain was beginning to affect both of
our families. Last minute details like seating arrangements, fittings, tux
rentals, flowers, etc. all had to be finalized.

"Maybe we should have just eloped," I whispered to Patti as we sat around her
dining room table going over the seating arrangements.

"And miss out on all this?" she replied. "Not a chance. I want to walk down
that aisle on my father's arm, all the time looking at my man dressed in his
tux looking so handsome."

Meanwhile Patti had completed her courses and had gotten her cosmetology
certificate. She had been working part time for a salon in town while she was
going to school, primarily washing and drying women's hair and cleaning up
around the shop. It was during this time that she decided that she really
didn't want to cut women's hair. They were rude, demanding, and always
gossiping about other people in town. She decided to stay in school for
another three months to learn the finer techniques of styling men's hair.
Patti scheduled her licensing exam in Chicago for two weeks before our
wedding.

I drove her to Chicago that Saturday morning. I could tell Patti was extremely
nervous.

"Patti, relax; you'll do fine. You know the material; you've been practicing
on my head for the last two months, and I've never had a better haircut."

"You're just saying that because you love me running my fingers through your
hair and my leaning over dangling my tits in your face."

"True, but what man wouldn't?"

I dropped her off in front of the building, wished her luck and parked the
car. I got myself a container of coffee, and found a place to sit and wait.
Two and a half hours later my bride-to-be strode purposely out of the
building, her head held high, smiling from ear to ear.

"Bill, I did great. The exam consisted of a written test and a practical test.
I had to cut and style some guy's hair. Fortunately he had hair just like
yours, so it was easy. I wasn't nervous at all. In fact, we talked the entire
time I was cutting his hair. When I was done, my examiner studied my work,
asked the guy a couple of questions and then after issuing my grade he told me
that I was the best applicant that he had ever had. I passed; I'll get my
license in the mail in a couple of weeks."

"Fantastic!" I replied. "Now we can get on with the wedding and the honeymoon
worry free."

The wedding went off without a hitch. Since our parents all come from large
families, we had over one hundred and fifty guests, primarily aunts, uncles
and cousins. Patti looked stunning in her long, white gown. Her bare shoulders
and arms were exposed, highlighting the fact that she was a very physically
fit woman. Her mother had wanted her to get a different more traditional
dress, but Patti told her she was proud of her conditioning and all the hard
work she had put into her body and was going to show it off to the max. My
older cousin, Matt, was my best man, and I heard him whisper "holy shit" as we
stood at the front of the church as Patti and her father walked up the aisle.

"Bill, she's gorgeous! You're a lucky man."

"Don't I know it."

After the wedding the bridal party traveled by limo to Bird Heaven Park for
pictures. Later, a reception was held at the Joliet Country Club. It was a
great party, with a deejay and lots of dancing and great food. Patti and I
were among the last to leave. We stopped off at our parents' house, changed
into traveling clothes, picked up our bags, and were driven to Chicago's
O'Hare Airport, where we stayed overnight at the Hilton Hotel.

Patti and I checked in and were given our room keys. We declined help with our
bags and headed to the elevator. By the time we reached the seventh floor,
Patti had already succeeded in getting me fully aroused. We practically ran
out of the car and down the hall to our room. I managed to insert my key card
into the lock and pushed the door open; then I turned to her and made the
proud announcement, "I think it's traditional for the groom to carry his bride
over the thresh-hold."

I hesitated momentarily, giving Patti all the time she needed to suddenly,
sweep me up off of my feet and, as she carried me into the room, she whispered
into my ear, "Don't be silly. I'm almost one hundred sixty pounds, far more
than you're used to lifting. I don't want to you to hurt yourself on our
wedding night. I have a lot of plans for this body of yours, and you're going
to have to be in top shape to keep up. Wait here, I'll be right back."

Placing me down onto the bed, she turned and retrieved our bags, which we had
dropped in the hall. After closing and locking the door behind her she said in
her sexiest voice, "Don't just lay there. I'm going to freshen up, and when I
come out I expect to see the bed turned down, and my husband naked and ready
for action."

She entered the bathroom and closed the door. I could hear water running as I
stripped out of my clothes and turned down the bed. I jumped onto the bed,
fluffed up the pillows and waited. There was no need for any stimulation on my
part; I was fully aroused and eagerly awaiting her entrance. I didn't have
long to wait. The door opened and there she stood, back-lit by the bathroom
light, totally naked, her hands on her hips and her legs slightly apart. I
could see that she had removed her wig. Patti reached back and pulled the door
almost closed so it only allowed a tiny amount of light to enter into the
room. I watched as she slowly approached the foot of the bed and began to
crawl up onto my body like a panther stalking her prey. I could detect the
faint smell of an herbal soap as she started licking my nipples and nibbling
on my neck as she moved up my body. I felt the warmth of her body as well as
its weight as she allowed herself to rest monetarily covering me entirely with
her muscular form.

"I've waited too long for this moment," she purred. "I plan to make up for all
that lost time."

I felt the upper half of her body rise up as she straightened her arms moving
still further up my body. She offered me first one nipple, and then the other.
I licked, sucked and bit each of those tiny morsels as my hands found her
muscular ass cheeks. I squeezed them firmly, pulling her in closer contact
with my rigid cock.

But she held herself away from me saying, "Patience my love; we have all
night."

I was overwhelmed with desire for her. The world had disappeared and only
Patti and I remained. She teased me, keeping her breasts just out of the reach
of my outstretched tongue, occasionally allowing herself to drop down enough
so that I could take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it as a
newborn baby does on her mother's tit.

"Hhhmmm, I love when you do that," she moaned.

Slowly I felt her begin to reverse her direction and retrace her path back
down my body. She paused, first nibbling on my neck and shoulder, then taking
first one nipple and then the other in between her teeth and biting just hard
enough to cause a brief moment of pain before continuing lower. Patti paused
again. I could feel her breath on the tip of my cock and then I felt her
tongue slowly trace a line from the root up to the tip. I was trembling with
desire. I wanted to move my hips up off the bed to force more contact. The
pleasure was almost more than I could stand.

Patti repeated the maneuver three more times. Sensing that I couldn't hold off
much longer she skillfully took my entire length into her mouth. Applying just
the right amount of pressure and suction she slowly moved up and down.

"Oh God, oh God, Patti, I can't hold it any longer. I'm cumming!"

Patti held the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked as I erupted,
practically launching my body off the bed.

When I could finally talk, I said, "God, I love you so much. That was
wonderful."

"I know. I had a small orgasm just from experiencing your pleasure. But now I
want more."

Taking my still-erect cock into her hand, she positioned it and slowly lowered
herself until our bodies joined. Patti leaned forward, took my head in her
hands, and kissed me. She practically took my breath away as her tongue
invaded my mouth and dueled with mine. I could feel her hips rising and
falling in a slow methodical dance up and down along the length of my
erection. Her pussy practically, but never quite, losing its grip.

"Oh, my God! I love you," she whispered as she released my head and sat
upright. Patti took my hands and placed them on her breasts. Not needing
further instruction I kneaded her round globes of flesh, periodically tweaking
her nipples. Patty purred like a kitten as her orgasm over whelmed her. She
sat perfectly still as her pussy clenched and released around my cock.

"More," was all she could say. She grabbed my hands, moved forward, and pinned
them high over my head. I was held, helpless to do anything but her bidding.
She renewed her movements, her hips moving faster and faster as the sounds of
our bodies slapping together filled the room. I tried to keep in time with her
body as best I could, lifting my hips off the bed and pounding my cock deep
within her. I could feel the moisture dripping out of her, soaking my pubic
hair and running down between my legs. Her orgasms were coming one after
another, until they seemed to blend into one long never-ending climax. I could
feel mine approaching, my balls tightened, and suddenly I felt that I was
being turned inside out. I shouted, Patti screamed, and we both went rigid. We
stayed that way for what felt like a lifetime, and then she collapsed onto my
chest.

We must have fallen asleep for some time. When I finally awoke, I found myself
cradled in Patti's arms, lying on her chest; her slow rhythmic breathing and
the steady beat of her heart the only sounds I could hear. I glanced over at
the clock on the nightstand. I moaned out loud when I realized that the time
was 5:45 AM and it was time to get up. My movements must have woken Patti,
because when I turned I saw that her eyes were open and she had a mischievous
smile on her face.

"Good morning lover, how about a quickie before we get up?"

"No time. We have to get showered and dressed and over to the terminal for our
flight."

"Oh, okay. But let's shower together, that should save us some time."

Actually it probably took longer to shower together because half way through,
after she had soaped up my entire body paying particular attention to my
genitals and had me thoroughly aroused, she dropped the soap and turned to
pick it up. I would have been crazy not to take full advantage of the
opportunity. It was then that I realized two things: A, that her sex drive was
insatiable and B, that she could probably get me to do anything her heart
desired. I wasn't going to complain.

When we finally got out of the shower, we scrambled around the room gathering
our clothes. I shaved, brushed my teeth and dressed quickly. I was pleasantly
surprised when, about ten minutes later, Patti emerged from the bathroom,
looking radiant, her red hair perfect, just as it had been last evening.

I must have had a surprised look on my face because she said with a smile,
"It's one of the advantages of being bald; it takes me only a couple of
minutes to do my hair. Ready?"

We each took a bag and headed out the door. Our next adventure awaited: a
glorious seven days on the Caribbean island of Aruba.

Chapter 8

We landed at 2:30 in the afternoon, after an uneventful five-hour flight. We
caught a cab and headed towards our destination, the Bucuti Resort. Our travel
agent had recommended this particular resort. She had told us that it was
Dutch?owned, relatively small with only sixty-eight rooms, did not have a lot
of activities for children -- and therefore the clientele was restricted to
mostly returning couples and young newlyweds -- and best of all, sat on the
widest, most picturesque and private stretch of white sand in the Caribbean.

When we checked in we discovered that our agent had informed the staff that we
were on our honeymoon. Our host poured us a glass of champagne and brought out
a small platter of cheese and fruit. The check-in process was a totally
enjoyable affair. We were handed our key, informed that our bags had already
been brought up to our room, and were given directions to the elevator and the
staircase. Our room, she said, was on the third floor and noting that we were
both young and physically fit told us that it would be a lot faster if we took
the stairs.

Upon entering our corner room, we were pleasantly surprised to see that it was
large, bright and airy. It had a large king-sized bed and best of all a
private balcony with a spectacular unobstructed view of the beach and the blue
sea beyond.

As quickly as possible we changed into our bathing suits. Mine was a surfer
suit that came down to my knees; Patti's was a skimpy two-piece, which if worn
at her father's country-club pool would have been called obscene. I had no
problem with it; it showcased her muscular body while still maintaining some
sense of modesty.

"We'd better put on sunscreen," I said, "especially you with your fair Irish
complexion. With Italian heritage, my olive skin will fare a lot better than
yours; we don't want to burn the first day we're here."

After applying generous amounts of sunscreen, Patti and I ventured out onto
the beach. There were about fifty large grass-thatched umbrellas scattered
randomly on the wide sun lit beach. We could tell that many of them were
occupied with lounge chairs covered with towels. Others appeared to have been
vacated by sun worshipers who had already called it a day. I stopped at the
beach hut and grabbed two clean towels out of a rack next to the hut while
Patti found us a spot, off to one side on the far edge of the beach.

"This is just perfect," she exclaimed, "the hot sun, the cool shade, a
refreshing breeze off of the sea, and our own piece of the beach."

She pulled her chair out into the sun and lay back with a sigh and pulled her
baseball cap down until the brim just covered her eyes.

"Bill, please give me about a half an hour and then tell me to turn over. I
think that's about all I can take on the first day."

I checked my watch and, at the appointed time, told her to turn. I gave her
another half an hour and then warned her to get back in the shade.
Reluctantly, she complied.

"Let's go for a walk on the beach."I said.[who says this?]

Donning her beach cover-up, and me an old football jersey, we headed down to
the water's edge and turned our backs were to the sun and walked hand-in-hand
along the beach. We passed several large hotels; their beaches were packed
with brightly colored umbrellas and kids running back and forth between the
sea and the beach. Looking at each other we acknowledged the wisdom of our
travel agent. We continued up the coast for about a half an hour. The beach
narrowed dramatically; no buildings, just a strip of short trees and tall
bushes. From our vantage point we could see the main road just behind the
trees.

"Maybe we'd better turn around," I said noting the time that we had already
walked. "It's going to take us about forty minutes to get back."

When we got back to the Bucuti Hotel's beach, we saw a group of people
standing at the shoreline looking at something on the beach. We approached and
stood with the others as we watched an environmental ranger gingerly removing
what appeared to be large eggs from a dune of sand that was being eroded by
the incoming tide.

"These are turtle eggs," he explained. "It seems that mama got confused when
she laid these and made her nest much too close to the sea. I'm going to
transfer these eggs to a spot further from the water. See where we have the
beach roped off? There are several other nestsand these eggs will be placed
there; they'll never know the difference. The sea turtle is an endangered
species and we have to do all we can to give as many of these turtles a chance
to survive as possible."

As he was talking, two teenagers, probably no older than sixteen, walked up
and stood on the other side of the group. Normally, I wouldn't have given them
a second look, especially with my wife standing right behind me. She must have
seen me do a double take. There before me was not one, but two sets of bare
teenaged breasts. They were deeply tanned, as was the rest of their bodies. I
really tried to concentrate on what the ranger was saying but my eyes kept
drifting back to their breasts, the sight of which was having a profound
effect on my body. Suddenly, I felt the powerful hands of my wife grip my
shoulders as she whispered in my ear.

"They're cute, aren't they? It's okay, you can look. But don't touch, and try
not to stare."

Feeling like I had already broken my vows, I turned and shamefully headed back
to our beach chairs.

When Patti finally caught up to me I could tell by the amused look on her face
that she really wasn't mad at me.

"Patti I'm so sorry; they just caught me by surprise. I never expected to see
people topless, in public walking on the beach . It won't happen again, I
promise."

She smiled and gave me a kiss and a big hug, before replying.

"It's okay, I understand. I know that until we made love that first time that
you had never seen a pair of tits before. I understand how they affect you. I
think it's sweet that you feel the way you do but don't worry; I won't hold
you to a promise that I know you won't be able to keep. I didn't think you
heard our travel agent telling us that this island was part of the Dutch West
Indies and as such had a definite European atmosphere and that included the
European views on topless bathing. We in America can be such prudes when it
comes to being topless. You men are hard wired to believe that as soon as you
see a pair of tits that it's time for sex. Just remember what I said, you can
look but don't touch. If I catch you touching you'll make me very angry; and
the last thing you want to do is make me angry at you."

To put an emphasis on her last statement, she began to squeeze me harder than
ever before. Soon I was aware that I was rapidly running out of air, her arms
not allowing my chest to expand. Just before I began to panic, I felt her
loosen her hold on me just enough to allow me to breathe and still keep me
from toppling over. Patti looked me straight in the eye and a silent but
important lesson had been taught.

"Come on; I think we've had enough excitement for one day. Let's go up to the
room and get ready for diner."

We walked arm in arm back to our room, showered and unpacked our bags.
Evenings, especially during the hot summer season, are casual; we dressed in
jeans. Patti wore a short sleeve blouse and I a collared golf shirt. Armed
with a list of places we should try supplied by our trusty travel agent, we
went to the concierge and asked her to make reservations for the rest of the
week. She pointed to one of the choices where we wouldn't need reservations
for tonight and, after agreeing to make the rest of our reservations for the
week, called us a cab. It was a flat ten-dollar cab ride to practically every
restaurant on the island. Only the restaurant at the lighthouse on the far tip
of the island, and a trip into the downtown area, would be five dollars more.

We ate in a restaurant near the high rise American hotels on the next group of
beaches. It was a stand- alone restaurant, called the Swiss Chalet and as the
name suggested served food with a definite Swiss flare. We had a fine meal and
several tall cool mugs of German beer. After diner we walked about a mile down
the road, and browsed around the shops in and near the hotels. At one point
during the evening Patti asked me to wait outside one of the shops, while she
went inside and did a little shopping. When she returned she had a package,
but refused to show me what she bought.

"It's a surprise, I'll show you when the time is right."

Thinking that she had bought herself another bathing suit, I told her I could
hardly wait.

Agreeing that it had been a long day, we decided to return to our room, and
caught a cab back to our hotel.

That night we left the balcony door open and the drapes pulled completely
open. The room was filled with the sounds of the surf, the clinking of glasses
and muffled laughter from the outside bar three stories below, and the soft
glow of a full moon as it shone brightly in the clear star-filled sky.

That night I made love to my beautiful wife. I watched in delight as she
wiggled and gyrated under the onslaught of my aggressive tongue. After her
third orgasm, she gently pushed me over onto my back and rode me gently until
we were both on the brink of another climax. I pulled her down to my chest and
she allowed me to roll her over. I made love to her like a man possessed, my
strokes long, hard, and fast. Soon we shook in a loud, mutual climax, our
bodies becoming as one. As we lay there enjoying the after- glow of our love
making, I swear I heard a cheer and the sound of clapping coming from the bar,
three stories below. We never learned if their ovation was meant for us or if
it was just a coincidence. I like to think the former.

The next morning as we got ready to start our day, I looked in the shower for
my bathing suit, which I had rinsed out and left to dry. Not seeing it, I
assumed Patti had it in the bedroom.

"Patti, do you have my bathing suit?" I said walking out of the bathroom.

"Here's the suit I want you to where from now on."

In her hand was a black Speedo?, hardly bigger than the bottom of her suit.

"I can't wear this; it's little more than a jock strap. Everyone will see
everything."

"That's the idea. I'm proud of you and the hard work you've put into your
body. You're trim, fit and extremely sexy, and I want everyone to know it."

I pulled the suit on and looked in the mirror; the lump of my cock and balls
was clearly outlined by the dark stretchy fabric.

"Patti are you sure about this; if we run into those girls again I'm afraid I
may rip the material or pop right out."

"Don't worry; they wouldn't sell them if no one could wear them."

That day I spent much of my time reading in the shade, my legs and suit
covered with a towel.

The only time I ventured out was with Patti along the water's edge on our
walk. All during the walk I couldn't decide who was getting more looks, Patti
from the guys we passed, or me from their wives or girl friends. At first I
was embarrassed but, by late in the day I was getting used to it. That's when
Patti upped the ante.

"Bill can you come over here and put some more sunscreen on me."

I looked up from my book and almost had a heart attack. There was my
beautiful, sexy wife, her top lying on the sand by her feet, as she spread her
lats and flashed me a quick double bicep pose.

"Patti, sit down," I whispered as a struggled to my feet, grabbed the
sunscreen, and ran over to her.

Looking down at the growing lump in my paints she laughed and said, "That's
okay, I'll do it, I just wanted to if the material could handle that monster.
Yep, it looks like it can."

"You just wait until later I'll get even; payback is going to be a bitch."

She laughed and said, "I can hardly wait."

That night we made love long and hard, with a reckless abandon. This wasn't
love?making, this was fucking. And I gave almost as good as I got. I held my
own as long as I could but, in the end, I wound up on my back looking up at my
proud Amazon of a wife. It was all good.

The days seemed to fly by. We spent our mornings working out in their small
but unique gym which was located outside on a small section of the beach
behind the bar. Open on all sides with just a large round thatched roof, the
gym had several treadmills, a stair-master, several exercise machines and two
sets of free weights and workout benches. I spent most of my time on the
treadmill, and lifting lighter weights. Patti, on the other hand, spent nearly
all of her time on the free weights. By the fourth day, we seemed to have the
gym all to ourselves. I'm afraid Patti's strength seemed to intimidate the
other men who were working out. Or maybe it was that their wives had caught
them more than once staring at her with more than just a passing interest.
Even the help made extra trips past the gym in order to ogle Patti as she went
through her daily routine.

We showered off outside, waited about fifteen minutes for our suits to dry,
and then we'd go for breakfast. Then it was out onto the beach. Our favorite
umbrella was already set up for the day, towels resting on our lounges. Patti
liked to tease me by going topless while she sunbathed.

"I don't want to have tan lines where people could see them," she said with a
wink.

"Bill, would you come here and put some extra sunscreen on my chest? You
wouldn't want me to burn, would you?"

Of course, I jumped at the chance to rub sunscreen on her exposed breasts;
reacting as she knew I would.

Patti just laughed and looked up at me with a smile on her face.

"You are such a goof, but I love you with all my heart; don't ever change.
Now, why don't you run down to the water and cool down and wash that stuff off
your hands."

I gladly complied, running hard to the water's edge and then diving in. The
water was warm enough to be enjoyable and cool enough to calm me down. After a
few minutes, my situation back to normal, I would walk slowly out of the water
and head back up to our deserted part of the beach. On the way, however, I
would scan the beach looking for anything or anyone of interest. If Patti said
I could look but not touch, who was I to disobey? I never did come upon those
beautiful teenagers again, but I did see some rather unforgettable sights.
Unfortunately, most of those were in the category of those people who should
not take off their tops. These were women who maybe in their youth packed a
nice pair of thirty-six-D's, but now were more like forty-two longs. Others
I'm sure used to lay on their back and have their nipples point straight up to
the sky; now they were pointing east and west. The men were equally unaware of
how they looked as they paraded around in just their bathing suits, which were
barely visible beneath the medicine ball-sized gut they were carrying around.

Thankfully, I always made it back to my Patti -- usually just in time to warn
her that she was getting too much sun on her luscious breasts.

It was the afternoon of our final full day. After sunbathing, Patti suggested
that we take a walk along the beach. I put on my jersey and Patti put on her
cover up, grabbed her towel, which she wrapped around her waist, and we set
out towards the north along the water's edge. Once we had passed the last of
the low- rise resorts and were walking along the part of the beach that was
open to the locals, Patti suddenly veered off to her right, up a high mound of
sand and then north again, this time less than thirty feet from much closer to
the bushes and trees separating the beach from the road.

"What are we doing here," I asked, looking around at the apparently deserted
section of beach?

Patti looked around, satisfied with the location, and removed the towel from
around her waist, spreading it out on the sand like a small blanket. Then she
removed her cover up and her top and lay down on the towel.

"Patti what are you doing?" I said as I knelt next to her?

"Take off your shirt and come lay by me. I was reading my book and I came upon
a part in the book where the man and his woman make love at night on the
beach. It really got me horny and I decided I just couldn't wait for tonight."

"But Patti, someone might see us."

"Who's going to see us? Anyone walking on the beach can't see over the dune,
no one walks up here; there's nothing to see. The natives don't usually come
out here during the week; it's too hot and most of them are still at work."

Patti didn't hesitate as she slipped her finger inside my Speedo and stretched
the material out over my hardening cock, which popped out hitting her on the
chin. Grasping it in her hand, she began to pump me until my cock was rock
hard and extended to its full length. I surrendered to the exquisite
sensations I was experiencing as she began to twirl her tongue around its
head, finally taking it entirely into her mouth.

Gently but firmly, she maneuvered me down on my back, looking up into the
nearly perfect blue sky, with only an occasional puffy white cloud to shield
me from the brightness of the afternoon sun. Then, a shadow passed over my
face. It wasn't from a passing cloud; rather it was the shadow that Patti's
magnificent body cast as she straddled my hips. In one fluid motion, she
pulled the material of her swimsuit to the side and engulfed my cock to the
hilt into her already dripping pussy.

At first she rode me slow and easy, but soon her pace began to quicken. I felt
the spasms as her first orgasm washed over her. She didn't pause for a second,
continuing her domination over me.

Patti opened her eyes, looked around and then directly into my eyes and with a
satisfied expression whispered, "Don't look now; we have an admirer over by
the bushes under the canopy of the trees."

When you tell a person not to look, what's the first thing they do? Look. I
turned my head to the side facing the bushes and spotted a solitary figure. He
appeared to be a slightly built young man, most likely an Aruban, and although
he was standing in the dark shadows cast by the trees that surrounded him, to
my eyes he appeared to be naked. He also appeared to be masturbating an
impressively-sized erection.

I looked up at Patti, who seemed to care less that we were being watched, her
eyes were closed once again, her face concentrating on the pleasure she was
experiencing.

My gaze returned to our voyeur just as one of those puffy white clouds passed
between us and the sun, casting the area in its shadow. The effect on the
hiding place of the man was even more dramatic. Instead of the harsh shadows
that effectively camouflage him, making it hard to see specific details, now
the area seemed to turn a softer shade of gray. I could clearly see a second
head peering out at us from under his arm. She was standing behind him; it
wasn't his hand that was pumping his impressive cock, it was hers. To them, we
were a sexual stage show, and she appeared to be timing her actions to
correspond to the Patti's movements up and down as she road me towards my
inevitable climax.

Faster and faster were Patti's movements as she began to bounce harder and
harder on my now over- stimulated cock, her hands mauling her swaying breasts.
Faster and faster the hand moved along his cock. Suddenly I saw his month open
in a soundless expression of pure bliss; he trembled momentarily, and then
spurt after spurt of cum shot from his cock as she continued to pump it,
aiming it directly at us. I couldn't take any more; with a groan of passion, I
erupted deep within her -- just as Patti experienced a mind-blowing orgasm,
her face frozen in the moment of ecstasy.

Patti eased my now deflating cock out of her pussy and stretched her body over
mine.

"Hhhmm. Thank you for indulging me in my fantasy," she whispered in my ear as
the sun reappeared from behind the passing cloud.

I glanced over to see if our friends were still watching, but all I could
discern was the deep shadows cast by the trees; apparently they had chosen to
grant us some privacy once again.

"We should be getting back soon. We don't want to get a sunburn on our last
day here in paradise," I whispered, pulling the material of my suit back over
my now totally deflated but fully contented cock.

We returned to the resort about a half an hour later. Stopping by the outdoor
shower, we quickly rinsed the sand off of our bodies and then stood in the
shade of one of the many palm trees as we dried off. The bar was crowded for
this time of day so we decided to skip a late afternoon drink and return to
our room instead. Just as we began to walk towards the entrance of the hotel,
two of the servers from the restaurant, a man and a woman, left the hotel
heading for the restaurant. As we approached each other I looked at their
faces intending to wish them a good afternoon. However what I saw in their
eyes was recognition, shock, and embarrassment. The man averted his gaze, but
the woman looked me directly in the eyes, a sheepish apologetic look on her
face. Just before we passed each other I gave her my best smile and a knowing
wink. I never told Patti who our mysterious voyeurs were; some things are left
unknown; the facts tend to ruin the fantasy.

The next day, after a leisurely breakfast, we packed our bags, and bid
paradise a sad goodbye. It was time to return to the real world.

Chapter 9

When we returned home, we set up a temporary apartment in Patti's parents'
house. Although there was plenty of room for us all, the plan was that we
would find an apartment of our own and move out as soon as possible. This was
both for their sanity and ours. After several weeks of searching, mostly on
weekends, we hadn't found anything that was both affordable and that satisfied
our basic needs.

"Bill, maybe we've been going about this all wrong. I've been working towards
the goal of opening my own shop someday. You've said that your parents still
have money set aside that had been intended for your college tuition. Why
don't we see if they would be willing to lend us the money for the down
payment on a building? That would kill two birds with one stone. There are
many buildings downtown that have a retail business on the first floor and an
apartment on the second. If we can find one of those, and we can afford the
payments, I can open my shop and we can live above it."

"Patti, that's taking an awfully big risk, don't you think?"

My conservative nature was coming forth.

"I've been thinking about this since before we got married. Even on our
honeymoon, while I was working on my tan I was planning the theme of the shop,
who my clientele were going to be, and how best to attract customers. Listen
to my plans for the shop and you tell me."

Intrigued, I let her continue.

"One evening about a week before the wedding, I was watching TV and a car
commercial came on. I forget what kind of car it was about, but it was the way
they got my attention that intrigued me. They showed the car in a showroom
setting, but the most prominent eye-catching thing about the scene was the
absolutely gorgeous model that was practically making love to the car. The
spot just reeked of sexuality. That's when it came to me, sex sells, and it
can sell just about anything; especially to an over-hormoned young adult male.
If it can work for a car commercial, why couldn't it work for a barber shop?"

Now she had my full attention.

"I checked around; the only barbershops within thirty miles of here are
Vinnie's downtown, and the one in the shopping mall in Joliot. Most of the
guys from school traveled to the shop in Joliot to get their haircuts. Vinnie,
the barber here in town is sixty-five years old; most of his customers are
older than he is. If I can open a shop that appeals to the guys in the high
school, and to the young adults and business people in the area, I can capture
a lot of the local trade; more than enough to earn a good living."

"But you'd have to be careful not to go overboard on the sex appeal. You know
this town; they're pretty old fashioned and prudish when it comes to sex."

"I considered that. I'd have three, maybe four, hair stylists, myself
included. All would be attractive young women; not scantily clad, but dressed
to get the attention of any guy who has a pulse. I'm thinking hip hugging
jeans and tight tee shirt, something with the shop's name and number on the
back, would be the uniform of the shop. I'd give the girls pretty much free
reign as to how much or how little they wanted to entice their customers.
There'd be no nudity, no touching the girls and only the contact with the
customers would be the occasional rubbing of breast on the arm or shoulder
during the course of doing their job. We'd have a TV mounted high over the
chairs, tuned to the sporting events and when none were available, we'd have
current rock music playing. The d?cor in the shop would feature all
sport-related items pertaining to the regional high school, the local colleges
and the pro teams from Chicago."

"How much do you think it would cost to set up a shop like that?"

"The work stations are the most expensive part of the shop. I'd figure close
to $5,000 a station and another $10,000 for the rest of the furniture,
fixtures, equipment and d?cor. We'd have to do most of the clean out and the
prep work ourselves, but I figure we can get the whole shop set up for a
little over $30,000."

"How much income could you generate?"

"In the beginning, it would be me full-time, and maybe one other stylist
part-time. Depending on how quickly the business grows, I can add more as
needed. Based on a $12 haircut, a good stylist can generate about $300 - $360
per day; tips of course not included. You can add about $90 a day to that
total for tips.. The shop gets half of the business generated by each stylist;
they of course get to keep their tips."

"So, in the beginning you figure on average to clear about $400 per day and
could potentially grow to a maximum of about $800 a day before expenses and
debt service."

"That's what I figure. The expenses are minimal; electric, water, insurance,
payroll taxes and supplies are the biggest expenses, with some occasional
repairs and maintenance thrown in as well. I also plan on selling high-end
hair-related products, such as shampoos, conditioners and styling products."

"At lunch tomorrow I'll run the numbers and come up with the financial portion
of the business plan. I want you to write up the marketing and business
strategy. We can put a package together for our parents and for the bank. Then
we can start looking for a building."

Our love making that night was intense, fueled by the excitement generated by
our future endeavor.

I was shocked the next day when I ran the numbers. Even using a more
conservative number for income and padding additional amounts for expenses,
the shop would generate in the first year about $4,000 a month for debt
service; more than enough to cover the acquisition of a building and any term
loan for set up costs. Now all we had to do was find a building.

Sometimes you just get lucky I guess. Two weeks after we had our discussions
with our parents, a building came up for sale in the older part of town. It
was a corner property built at the turn of the century. The first floor had
been a convenience store, selling candy, newspaper, cigarettes and lottery
tickets; the second floor was an apartment. There was a full basement and
attic for storage, and best of all, the back yard had been converted into a
parking lot with space available for six cars. Because the front of the
building faced New Lenox Avenue, the side of the building ran along a
residential side street, which allowed for easy access to the parking lot. The
owner of the building had lived all of his life above the family store that
his father had started. Now, at the age of seventy-five, he decided that he'd
had enough and was going to retire in Florida.

The real estate agent took us to the building. We walked around the property.
Although it was old and needed a paint job, the outside of the building seemed
to be in pretty good shape. Entering the first floor shop was like traveling
back in time. The store fixtures were ancient, the walls were a dingy pale
green, and the floor consisted of wide planks of oak and must have been the
original flooring. Although it was in desperate need of refinishing, the floor
seemed surprising solid. There was a small bathroom on the alley side of the
building. At the rear of the store was a door to the staircases; one that led
upstairs to the second floor, and one that led to the basement below. We
climbed the staircase to the apartment above, noting that there appeared to be
enough room to bring furniture to the second floor, provided that the
furniture wasn't too big and bulky. Upon entering the apartment it was clear
that nothing had been done to modernize the kitchen. The stove was small, the
linoleum floor was cracked and peeling, and the bathroom was as dated as the
one downstairs. An old claw foot free-standing tub with a shower curtain
dominated the room. The next room we encountered was a large living room, and
finally, in the front of the house, was the only bedroom. It was relatively
large; a single light bulb hung on a cord from the center of the ceiling. This
place was going to take a lot of work to bring it up to the standards we were
accustomed to.

Going down to the basement was a pleasant surprise; the space was relatively
clean and free of clutter. Two modern boilers were attached to the chimney and
a modern water heater stood nearby. Apparently there must have been a problem
with the old mechanicals and the owner had been forced to install all new
equipment. The floor joists for the shop above were massive hand-honed
six-by-eight timbers; no wonder the floor had seemed solid. All in all the
building would suit our needs just fine.

The real estate agent told us that the building had just come on to the market
and that at $250,000 was priced to sell quickly. He suggested that we offer
the asking price and push for a fast closing. I pulled out my hand held
calculator and after several minutes of calculations figured that with 10%
down and over thirty years, with an interest rate of nearly 15.75% the debt
service would run about $3,000 a month. That left about a thousand dollars a
month for taxes and building insurance, which I figured was more than enough.

We signed the offer sheet and drove home to tell our parents the news.
Everything was going as planned. That evening we celebrated our good fortune
with another marathon love-making session.

Two days later we received a call from the real estate agent; the owner had
accepted our offer and had agreed to let us begin cleaning out the building on
the basis that if we didn't get our mortgage approval, all improvements made
to the property would revert to him. The next morning, contract in hand, along
with a copy of my pay stub and our business plan, we met with a friend of
Patti's father who worked in the mortgage department of the local savings and
loan. Not only was he impressed with the business plan itself, he also said
that he was impressed with our overall presentation. After several hours of
questions and preparation we signed and submitted a mortgage application which
was immediately pre-approved. That meant that he was convinced that it was a
sound business move to lend us the money; now the bank's mortgage committee
had to approve the loan. That, he said, would take about two weeks. The
approval process would be fast-tracked because the property was local and
there had only been one owner, the family being one of the original settlers
in the area was well known.

That weekend we started the process of cleaning out the first floor; that
being the most critical part of the building. We threw out most of the junk,
and were able to sell several of the old store fixtures. We kept one of the
smaller display cabinets and the old manual cash register, both of which we
planned to place right next to the front door. We figured to replace the old
drop ceiling, but when Patti pulled back one of the filthy old tiles she
shouted with joy.

"Bill, you're not going to believe this. Above this drop ceiling is an old tin
ceiling. From what I can see it looks to be in pretty good shape."

We removed all of the old tiles and sure enough, there about two feet above
the framework was the original sheet-metal ceiling; each tile had been
hammered by hand with an intricate geometric design. All it needed was a good
cleaning and to remove the screws that held the wires for the drop ceiling.
The old owner had even left the original gaslight fixtures. I believed with a
little TLC they could be cleaned up and electrified for modern lights. We had
several contractors come in to give us estimates for installing four
workstations along the wall that ran along the side street. The opposite wall
would be for customer seating while they waited. The bathroom on that wall
would be expanded and new fixtures installed. A small coffee and lunch nook
would be added along the same wall. Both rooms would be hidden from the rest
of the shop. There would be a door into a tiny vestibule, turn left and you
were facing the door to the bathroom; turn right and you were looking into the
lunch and coffee nook. The last of the workstations would be located in the
rear of the shop, separated from the three others by a wall with a large
arched entrance. This workstation would be used for hair coloring, which takes
longer and requires long periods of waiting between steps. A separate exhaust
fan would be installed to pull the unpleasant fumes from the process out of
the shop, minimizing the effect on the other customers. The separate
workstation would also allow the stylist to leave that customer and work on
another customer, minimizing the down time. Patti asked that the two windows
on the street side be moved so that they fell between each of the first three
workstations, thus allowing for natural lighting and airflow.

When we had done as much as we could down stairs we started on the upstairs
apartment. There wasn't much we could do with the layout of the rooms; the
building was too narrow for anything more than a railroad layout. The old
owner had already removed anything that was of value to him, meaning that
everything left behind was basically junk. From the kitchen we removed the old
stove, an old forties-style kitchen table and four chairs, the forty plus year
old refrigerator, whose tiny icebox was frozen over with about six inches of
ice, and finally we scraped up the old flooring. The flooring below was old
but solid and would provide a good base for a new ceramic tile floor.

In the bathroom, nothing could be saved. Due to the lack of work in the area,
a local plumber gave us a good price on remodeling the entire bathroom;
updating the fixtures, placing the bath -tub on the side wall, and moving the
door so that you entered the room in the center. On the opposite wall was a
window that had been hidden by the bathtub curtain, the bathtub was on the
right and the toilet and sink were on the left. He would take an additional
two hundred dollars off his price if he could have all of the old fixtures. He
said he knew a guy who could refinish them.

In the living room, all of the furniture would be considered antiques, but
only the end tables and matching coffee table were of any use. It was Patti
that took the lead and therefore the brunt of the load as we carried the rest
of the furniture down the back stairs. We rolled up the old threadbare carpet
and revealed the hardwood floor underneath. It was in good shape and would
only require refinishing. Patti lifted the rolled-up carpet onto her broad
shoulder and, with me doing little more than steering, carried it down the
staircase.

Our future bedroom had windows on three sides and room enough on the interior
wall for a queen size bed. There were two large wooden wardrobe pieces on the
other side of the room, which when cleaned and refinished would provide all
storage we would need for our clothing. My suits, slacks, and dress shirts
would take up the majority of the space; most of Patti's clothes for work
could be stored in the low chest of draws which would fit under the windows.

The attic was empty and had only a floor of loosely placed boards running down
the center to a window located at the front of the house. The exposed floor
joists were solid and oversized, perfect for installing sheets of plywood
after adding another layer of insulation. It would be my job to carry up and
install the rolls of fiberglass insulation and Patti's job to lug up the
sixteen sheets of plywood for the flooring. I would do installation.

With our plans completed and much of the initial clean-out already
accomplished, we were elated when at the beginning of the last week in
September we received a call from our banker. Our mortgage had been approved;
now all that remained was to have the closing. On September 30, the closing
took place and we became the new owners of fifteen thirty-five New Lenox Road,
the future home of the new men's styling salon "Heads or Tails".

That evening, after work and after we had put in several more hours of work in
the shop, we ran up the stairs, opened my old boy scout sleeping bag on the
floor in our new bedroom, and proceeded to give the room a proper christening.
It was a good thing that the floor below us was empty, because at the height
of passion Patti loudly announced her cumming to the world.

Furniture and fixture orders were placed, rough plumbing for the four sinks
was installed and inspected, a large sign was designed and ordered and all of
the utility accounts were transferred into our names. Two months later, just
before tax season, I stood at the curb in front of the ready-to-open shop,
camera in hand, as Patti posed dressed in her tight white tee shirt and
form-hugging jeans, pointing up at the new sign.

"Quick, take the picture; I'm freezing my ass off out here."

"I can tell; your nipples are clearly visible, trying to poke holes through
your shirt," I laughed as I took several shots.

"Good, that's the look I want for the flyer that I'm going to place on all the
cars in the student parking lot at school, and for the posters for the gas
stations, convenience stores and the auto repair shops. This week will be slow
to start, but I expect to be fully-booked by the end of the month. I've
already got a girl lined up for Saturdays. No appointments needed on
Saturdays."

Patti worked at the first station, closest to the door, the front counter and
the telephone. I made arrangements with my boss to come in late on the
following Tuesday, the first day of the shop's grand opening. At eight o'clock
sharp, Patti turned on the lights and I sat in her chair, getting my hair cut.
Because of the large plate glass floor to ceiling windows on the front of the
shop we were both clearly visible from the sidewalk as people stood at the bus
stop waiting to catch the next bus into the city. Patti was her own best
advertisement. Her fine sculptured rear end and the outline of her perfect
bust line, all packaged onto her six-foot frame, caught the attention of every
male that walked by.

It was about 8:30 when, after dragging out her first hair cut as long as she
could, she made a production of holding up a mirror so that I could see how
well I looked from behind. After I got out of the chair and put on my coat, I
stood in front of the register.

"What are you doing," she questioned.

"Waiting to pay of course," I replied waving a twenty-dollar bill. "You can
keep the change."

Just as I was heading out the door a customer started climbing the three
stairs leading toheading for the front door .

"Is she any good," he asked as I passed him on the stairs.

"She's the best. I can't remember when I had such a pleasant experience
getting my haircut. You'll love it."

Later that evening after a hard day at the office, I pulled into the empty
parking lot. Instead of going directly upstairs I walked around to the front
of the shop. It was a little after six and the lights were still on. As I
climbed the stairs I looked into the shop, there before my eyes was a sight to
behold. Patti had just finished sweeping the last of the cut hair into a pile
on the floor and was bending over pushing the pile into her dustpan. Her legs
were long and straight and the tightness of her jeans molded her shapely ass
to perfection.

"If that sight doesn't bring customers into the shop nothing will," I said as
I closed and locked the door behind me.

"Oh Bill, you scared me. I was just about to close up for the night."

"So how was your first day?"

Her face beamed as she closed the distance between us, "Bill, it was
everything I could have possibly hoped for and more."

Her arms wrapped around me, pulled up off of my feet and twirled me around.
Her joy was childlike as she gushed, "It started as a trickle, you saw my
first customer come in as you left. Then an hour later, two more businessmen
came in. By noon the phone started ringing; customers were calling for
appointments and the guys just seemed to keep coming; I always seemed to have
one in the chair and one waiting. But it wasn't until three o'clock that
things really started to heat up. I was just finishing up an older gent, when
suddenly a crowd of five high school guys came through the door. It was like a
party; none of them left until I was finished with the last. Two guys from the
city came in at four, took a look at the crowd and left. But, they returned at
five. I just finished the last one before you got home. I'm going to have to
call Cindy and ask her if she can give me a couple of hours every afternoon
and all day on Saturdays."

Still in her formidable grasp, I managed to whisper, "Patti, that's wonderful.
Do you think you could put me down now before you crack a couple of ribs?

"Sorry, I'm just so excited. It's going to work, Bill; it's really going to
work. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you; you've made me the happiest girl in the
world."

"Come on, let's go upstairs, change and we can go out and celebrate; your
treat."

Business continued to get better and better. Soon Patti and Cindy were booked
solid Tuesday through Friday, and the shop was staying open until eight on
Tuesday and Thursday nights. Katherine was hired to work Saturdays, which
turned out to be the busiest day of all. No appointments were needed on
Saturdays; it was first come, first served, and the shop was always packed
with guys of all ages. No one seemed to mind the wait times. And why would
they. Besides my beautiful wife, there was Cindy, a tall natural blonde with
incredibly long legs, blue eyes and a personality that could melt the coldest
of hearts. Katherine was built more like a Playboy bunny; she was of medium
height and weight, and always appeared to be on the brink of tipping over. Her
shirt seemed to always be on the verge of splitting in half; her breasts were
never totally concealed. She was loud, and jolly and everybody loved her.

The shop had been open about ten months, when early one Tuesday morning John
Glenn, the quarterback from the high school football team came in. He was a
regular customer of Patti's and called her over to the door.

"Patti, I have a problem and I'm hoping you can help. Charlie Johnson, one of
our linemen, has leukemia and has been undergoing chemo treatments. He's lost
most of his hair and has been forced to shave his head. He's coming back to
school next week and the guys on the team don't want him to feel embarrassed.
About thirty of us want to surprise him Monday morning by coming in all
totally bald. Can you help us?

"That's awfully nice of you guys," Patti replied. "Give me a minute."

She walked over to Cindy and whispered in her ear for a minute.

"Of course I will," she replied and turning to John she smiled and said, "You
guys are really good friends."

Patti picked up the phone and dialed a number. After a muted conversation she
hung up, smiled, and walked over to him.

"John, it's all set. Bring the guys here at nine on Sunday. There will be
three of here so it should only take a couple of hours. If it's okay with you,
I'd like to call my friend who works at the Journal and tell him about it.
Maybe we can get our picture in the paper. I'll give you guys a discounted
price $10, no tipping. I'll take care of the girls. Okay?"

John was so happy he threw his arms around my wife and gave her a big,
heartfelt hug. I didn't mind a bit.

Sunday morning, a little before nine, the shop was invaded by 30 young men,
some large, some small, but all over flowing with testosterone. Having nothing
better to do, I volunteered to help keep the floor clean and make coffee. The
three co-captains went first and were photographed by Phil, Patti's friend
from the Journal who stayed the entire time. As quickly as a chair became
vacant it was filled in an orderly fashion. The shop would have been too
crowded for everyone to just hang around, but someone had been smart enough to
bring a couple of footballs so, as each player was finished, he went outside
and tossed a ball around. It was a little after eleven-thirty when the final
player was finished.

Patti walked up to John and said, "I asked Phil to take a group picture of
everyone involved. Can you gather everyone and set up in front of the shop.
I'll have the girls get ready and join you in a couple of minutes."

Patti went back inside and, after telling Cindy and Katherine her plan, she
headed to the bathroom. It took about ten minutes to get everyone situated;
the team formed three lines in front of the shop, the front line kneeling, the
middle line hunched over with their hands on their knees and the back line
standing. Cindy and Katherine stood on the stairs behind the players, buzz
cutters and scissors in hands.

"We're all set," Phil proudly exclaimed. "Where's Patti?"

At that moment the shop door opened, and there stood Patti, smiling from ear
to ear, her bald head shining in the sun. The team cheered, figuring that
Patti, too, had been buzz-cut; and the girls gasped having never seen her
wigless before .

"I'll tell you all about it later," she told the girls. "Let's get this over
with."

Patti stood between her two employees, her arms over their shoulders as Phil
clicked off several shots.

"Thanks everybody, that's it; you can all go home. Patti, can I speak with you
for a few minutes."

"Sure why don't you come into the shop. I have to tell the girls anyway, so
you might as well listen, too."

Once inside over a hot cup of coffee, Patti gave them the quick version of her
story.

"We never knew. We won't tell anyone," they both said in unison.

"That won't matter once the Journal comes out on Thursday. Besides, I plan to
hang a copy of the group shoot in the shop for all to see."

Phil said goodbye, telling Patti that he'd get a large print made up for the
shop and promised to drop it off at the end of the week. Patti had to pull
rank with the girls who initially refused to take any money for the day. She
split the day's receipts giving half to each. After hugs and kisses and no
small amount of tears, Cindy and Katherine said goodbye, leaving Patti and me
alone to finish cleaning and lock up.

"It was a good morning, wasn't it Bill."

"Yes it was; in more ways than one. Those guys are really good friends to that
kid; they are doing something special and you were part of it. I think you're
going to get a lot of great publicity for the shop. And finally, I think
you've established yourself and this shop as a wonderful addition to this
community."

"Thank you, Bill; that means a lot."

I could see a tear running down her cheek. I know she was secretly wishing
that this had happened to her all those years ago. It would have saved her a
lot of heartache and tears. But then, she may never have entered my life.

Wiping the tear from her cheek she kissed me and, taking my hand, led me
towards the back door.

"Come on, let's go upstairs; I've been horny all morning. You know there's
only so much testosterone that a girl can stand before something has to give."

Chapter 10

It's been ten years since Patti opened Heads and Tails. For the most part they
have been ten glorious years. When you have a successful cash business, you
always have money in your pocket. This has led to some interesting dilemmas
and some disagreements.

As expected, I prepare the books for the shop. Patti usually makes a deposit
once a week, so it's not uncommon for her to have several thousand dollars in
cash by the end of the week.

"Patti, you can't keep so much cash in the register every night. You're just
asking for someone to come in and rob you. Anyone walking by can see in the
window; they can see what you have and where you hide it."

"Well, what am I supposed to do? I can't get to the bank until Friday after
closing; I'm just too busy and it wouldn't be fair to ask one of the girls to
go to the bank. First of all, they're busy too and for them it's money in
their pocket. Secondly, as you said, it's dangerous I won't ask them to do
something that I should be doing."

"The only other solution is for us to get a safe. You can keep enough cash in
the register to make change and put the rest in the safe each night."

We went out that weekend and bought a small safe. Between the two of us we
were able to carry it up the front stairs and place it in the lunch nook under
the coffee station next to the small refrigerator. One problem solved.

The next problem was an ego thing and it was really my problem. I was working
my way up the corporate ladder at the firm. I started as a junior account;
then through a series of promotions I went from semi- senior, to senior
accountant, to a manager. Each year I got a raise; but the field in general is
underpaid, mostly because your billing rate is a multiple of your pay rate.
Clients are always complaining about their bills so the partners are always
trying to minimize their costs, so they have a little wiggle room when
billing.

My problem was that Patti was making a lot more than I was. Not that I was
complaining, the extra income was great. It was just that my paycheck always
was direct-deposited into our checking account and used to pay our bills. I
always had to ask Patti for cash whenever we went out, or so I wasn't carrying
around an empty wallet. Patti never complained or hesitated, but it just
irritated me. I always felt like I was begging. After all, I was the man of
the house, wasn't I supposed to be the bread-winner?

One night while we were getting ready for bed, I told her how I felt. That was
a big mistake.

"Bill you're being ridiculous. This is a partnership; we each contribute to
its success. I could never have done this alone. We have so much to be
thankful for. We're young, healthy, we have more than enough money to pay for
anything we want or need. Who cares from which of us the money comes from?"

"But I'm the man of the house and I ...."

"Don't you say anything more; I don't want to hear it. There is no 'boss' in
this house, but if you want there to be a boss, then there will be."

Before I could tell her that that was not what I meant, she picked me up off
my feet and tossed me onto the bed. I could see the fire in her eyes as her
Irish temper got the best of her. She jumped onto the bed and in one fluid
motion ripped my underwear off my body. I had never seen her so angry and was
too scared to speak.

"I was planning on seducing you tonight, but now I'm just going to take it
from you. Try and stop me if you think you can," she shouted as she pulled her
nightie over her head revealing her naked body.

Her muscles bulged as she grabbed my hands and slammed them high over my head
against the mattress.

"Please, Patti; don't do this. That's not what I meant."

But she wasn't listening at all. She seemed to be in her own little dream
world, and for me it was turning into a nightmare. I felt her sliding her body
up and down my cock, which seemed to have a mind of its own. I strained to
free my hands, to get away, even as I felt the blood pulsing into my growing
erection. But it was no use. She was far too strong.

When she sensed that she had me rock hard, she took my wrists in one hand and,
with the other, guided it in, plunging down until she had it all. Patti
bounced up and down savagely; the squeaking of the bed springs and the
slapping of our bodies filled the room. There was no other way to put it; I
was being raped... and surprisingly, I was beginning to enjoy it.

It must have gone on for twenty minutes or more. I tried to hold off as long
as could, and then suddenly it stopped. I looked up into her tear-filled green
eyes and realized that for the only time in our life together, she couldn't
cum.

"Oh God, Bill; what have I done? What have I done? I'm so sorry; are you okay?
Please forgive me; please I'll do anything. Don't leave me, please don't leave
me."

I should have been mad; I should have pushed her off me and left. But all I
could feel for her was compassion; she was hurting far worse than I was. I
pulled her head towards my shoulder and she buried her face on my chest and
sobbed uncontrollably.

"It's okay; it's okay. I'm not mad. Let it out."

I held her tight and after a while I tried to explain what I had meant.

When I was finished she sobbed, "Oh Bill, I misunderstood. I thought you were
trying to control me; I thought you had changed and I just lost it. I promise
to never do anything like that again. I swear."

Trying to lighten the mood a little I said, "I don't know; I was just
beginning to enjoy it. Just promise me that you will never do it in anger."

Rolling over and taking me with her, she wrapped her arms around me, hugged me
and said, "I promise."

Then we both shut our eyes and fell asleep.

Several months later, I was in the office reviewing a financial statement that
one of the juniors had prepared for one of my clients. After reviewing the
statements, I called him into my office and pointed out several mistakes he
had made. They were typical mistakes that we all made when we first started.
Afterwards, in order to get to know him a little better, I asked him some
personal questions one of which was where he lived.

"I've lived in New Lenox all my life. I live with my parents on Third Street."

"No kidding, I live a couple of blocks from there; on New Lenox Avenue."

"Really; I get my hair cut at Heads or Tails."

Before I could say anything he continued, "You should see the babes that work
there, they're all hot. Especially the one that cuts my hair, she's the owner,
Patti."

I quickly intervened before he could say anything that could have gotten him
in any deeper.

"Oh you mean her?" I said turning the picture of Patti and I on our wedding
day that I kept on my desk.

I watched him study the picture, look up at me and then back at the picture
and then turn scarlet.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, she's your wife? I'm so sorry; I didn't mean
anything by it."

I laughed and told him to relax, I wasn't offended at all and that he should
just forget about it. As he was leaving he turned to me and said, "You're a
lucky man."

"Don't I know it."

That night I told Patti about the incident and we had a good laugh.

"See I told you; sex sells."

A couple of years ago, I tried to convince her that maybe it was time for us
to move.

"We can buy some land and build a brand new house. We can design it ourselves;
we can incorporate everything you ever wanted into the design."

"Bill, I already have that. I have a place to live, a roof over my head, a
place to eat and make love and sleep. What more could I want? As long as I
have you I'm perfectly happy."

"But isn't there anything you'd want to change."

"It's funny you should ask; there is one thing I'd like to add and we already
have the space for it. I'd like to turn the basement into a real gym. I know
we have your old weight set and bench down there already, but I'd like to get
another complete set of weights, another bench, a treadmill and enough mats to
cover at least three quarters of the space."

"Okay; if that's what you want, go for it."

"There's one other thing. Please don't get mad."

I steadied myself for what was coming next.

"Bill, I know you've been working really hard because you want to make
partner, I'm just not sure it's really worth it. You're working more and more
hours at the office. You bring work home. You're getting less and less
exercise and it's beginning to show. You know I love you with all my heart and
I want you to be happy, but I'm worried about your health. You're gaining
weight and you're getting less and less sleep. I don't want you to become one
of 'those guys'; they're all overweight, balding and getting old before their
time. All they seem to have time for is work. I talked to several of their
wives at the last Christmas party. None of the wives were happy. All they were
doing was complaining that they never get to see their husbands anymore,
unless it's at a social function; and even then their husbands spend most of
their time schmoozing up to clients or potential clients. All their wives do
is sit home and spend their money. Please think about it. I'm not giving you
an ultimatum; it's not them or me."

"Is it that bad?"

"Yes and I'm scared, I don't want to lose you."

"Okay, I'll think about it. To tell you the truth, some nights I lay in bed at
night wondering if it's all worth it."

She hugged me, gave me a long-lasting kiss, and rolled over and went to sleep.
I lay there for a long time that night.

What was I killing myself for? The money? We had more than we could spend. The
glamour? Hardly. Although in surveys CPA's were always held in high esteem, it
was getting harder and harder to deal with all the rules and regulations and
you always had to protect yourself from being sued. Patti was right; I was
working more and more and enjoying it less and less.

One of my clients, a major beer distributor, about twenty miles outside of
Chicago, had just called me a couple of days before, asking me if I knew of
anyone who could replace his retiring controller. At the time I told him no,
but now, just maybe I did. The job paid better than mine; there was little or
no pressure, the company made plenty of money. I already knew the business. I
liked the people. The only question was would I get bored? Our whole
conversation kept going round and round in my head, until finally I fell
asleep.

The next morning the first thing I did when I got to the office was to call my
client. I set up a dinner meeting for six o'clock that evening. I met with the
two owners of the company. The meeting went really well, the only concern they
had was about their relationship with my firm.

"Guys listen, they are going to be more concerned about losing you as a client
than about losing me. And let me tell you, they would rather see me with one
of their clients advocating for them than to have me walk out all together."

Satisfied, we all stood up and shook hands.

"Welcome to the company. When can you start?"

"I'll give notice tomorrow. I've got things in real good shape right now, so
it may be two weeks or it may be two days. It all depends on the mood of the
managing partner."

I drove home that night happier than I'd been in a long time. I could hardly
wait to tell Patti.

When I drove past the shop I noted that the lights were off so, after pulling
into the lot, I went in the back door, and was about to head up the stairs
when I saw that lights were on in the basement. I walked down the stairs and
opened the basement door as quietly as I could, hoping to surprise her.

Patti, dressed in her workout clothes, her bald head glistening with
sweatsweats, was lugging the last of the vinyl-covered mats into position.
There were several large boxes off to the side next to my weight set and
bench.

"You've been a busy girl."

"Never mind how busy I've been, strip down and help me put the rest of this
stuff together."

Not wishing to waste any time I did as she asked. For the next three hours, we
labored putting together a new heavy-duty workout bench, and two?hundred-fifty
pound set of weights with a storage rack. Assembling the elliptical and
treadmill were the most complicated and time consuming. But when the last nut
was tightened, we sat back and admired our work.

I looked at my watch. "It's almost eleven o'clock; too late to try out any of
this stuff tonight," hoping that I was right. "By the way, how did you get all
this; didn't you work today?"

"I ordered this stuff a couple of weeks ago. All I had to do today was give
them the okay to deliver it."

"Don't you want to know what I was doing this evening?"

"Okay; tell me what were you doing this evening."

"I had a dinner meeting with Second City, one of my clients -- you know the
beer distributor I was telling you about last week; the one looking to replace
their retiring controller."

I let her ponder that for a few seconds.

"Yes, and...?"

"They offered me the job and I said yes."

I started to get up to retrieve my clothes, when I suddenly got hit by a
runaway train knocking me backwards. I ended up flat on my back with Patti
sprawled out all over me, kisses landing all over my face.

"That's wonderful, Bill, you've made me so happy."

"Whoa, hold on; there are a couple of things you're going to have to adjust
to. I'll probably have to work most days 8:30 to 5:30; there'll be no weekends
during tax season. I'll probably have to put most of my suits in storage in
the attic; the office dress code it business casual, meaning khakis and golf
shirts. And finally, we get off all of the federal holidays and a couple of
others as well, so you're going to have to get used to me hanging around the
house more often. Think you can handle it?"

"I guess I'll just have to try, won't I? But seriously, will *you* be able to
handle it?"

"Patti, I can't tell you how good I felt when I was driving home tonight. I
didn't realize how much stress I was putting us both through. Tomorrow I'll
hand in my two week notice and that will be it."

"I think this calls for a celebration and I can't think of a better way of
celebrating than to inaugurate our new workout area."

Slipping out of her sweats and removing her cap , she reclined on her back in
the center of the room, welcoming me with open arms and legs. After a little
oral foreplay, I settled into her embrace and we made love with no sense of
urgency totally enjoying every moment of the experience. As we cuddled in the
afterglow, I looked around the room. Although there weren't any windows on the
front wall, there were three along the side street side, and two on the back
wall. While it was a seldom-used passage, anyone walking along the side of the
building could clearly see us.

Patti followed my gaze, the realization of our public exposure finally hitting
home. With a hearty laugh she said, "Oh, well. Too late now, but this weekend
I'll pick up some curtains and rods for those windows. After all, I'm a
respected businesswoman in this town; I can't afford to give anyone the wrong
impression of me, can I?"

Chapter 11

Because I had been too busy trying to make partner to take a vacation at the
time, we had postponed our 10th anniversary trip back to Aruba. Now that I was
free from that burden, I surprised Patti on her birthday with tickets for our
twelfth anniversary.

"Oh, Bill, I can't wait! Thank you. But you know we have a lot of work to do
before we go."

"What do you mean?"

"We have to get rid of this and these," she said, back handling my small but
growing gut, and grabbing hold of my love handles.

"We've got less than six months before we go, so we have no time to waste;
tomorrow we begin."

'What's this "we" stuff,' I was thinking; 'I'm the one who has to lose the
weight.

I found out when the alarm clock went off at five o'clock the following
morning. Patti had to practically carry me down the two flights of stairs to
the gym.

"Here's the routine. First you're going on a strict diet; we've got to get
that fat off of you. You'll be doing a lot of running and light weightlifting
for the next couple of months. We're also going to be doing floor exercises
and yoga.

"Yoga? Isn't that for women?"

The look that I got and the sinister smile convinced me that it was not.

"When we've got your weight down as low as possible, then we'll start building
your body."

"Come here; first we've got to see just how bad you've been. Get on the
scale."

I removed my sneakers and socks and stripped down to my underwear before
getting on the scale.

"145 pounds. We've got more work than I thought. Okay, get on the treadmill
and start running; I'll tell you when you can stop."

While I ran, I watched Patti set up two large charts and hang them of the
wall. One was a weight chart on which she would record my progress from week
to week. The other was schedules listing what exercises I would be doing on
which days. After thirty minutes, which in the past would have only been the
midpoint of my run, I was laboring to breathe and near exhaustion.

"Okay, cool down for a couple of minutes and then come over here. I've got
your weights set up for the next phase of your workout."

I went through a series of exercises, none of which by themselves were
particularly difficult; all were done using light weights. Collectively,
however, by the end of I was beginning to strain to complete the final sets.

"Good. Come over here; now we're going to work on your core."

First she had me do a series of push-ups, sit-ups and leg lifts. Next was the
yoga. I watched as she demonstrated each movement. When she had completed her
demonstration she had me do them, correcting my form on each. Then we did them
all together, moving from one immediately into the next. After thirty minutes,
I was huffing and puffing and the sweat was pouring down my face.

"Still think yoga is just for women? That's enough for today; you go get ready
for work while I pack your lunch and make breakfast."

It was a little after seven when I entered the kitchen dressed for work.
Breakfast consisted of two scrambled egg whites, a piece of dry toast, a
couple slices of tomato and a tall glass of water.

"Where's breakfast," I joked sitting down.

"That's it. I told you, you're going to be on a strict diet for the next
several months. It's for your own good. I've got to get ready for work; your
lunch is on the counter. Love you."

After breakfast, I washed my dishes, picked up my lunch bag, and headed for
the office. The first day was the hardest. I practically ran to the lunchroom
and grabbed my bag out of the refrigerator. My lunch consisted of a turkey
sandwich with lettuce and tomato, an apple, and a bottle of water. When I was
done, I wanted to eat the bag for desert. On the drive home that night all I
could think about was dinner.

"I see you made it through your first day," Patti joked as she closed up the
shop. "Don't worry; I have dinner all ready to be heated."

Dinner consisted of a chicken breast, green beans, and a dry baked potato,
with a tall glass of water with a slice of lemon. I ate the lemon for dessert.

"It will get easier, I promise."

"I certainly hope so."

After dinner, I helped Patti do the dishes and then, after paying some bills,
joined her in the living room for a little television. By nine-thirty I was
ready for bed. I kissed her on the cheek and turned in.

"Don't stay up too late."

"I won't; I just have to get everything ready for tomorrow morning. I'll be in
shortly."

I don't know when she came to bed; I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
When the alarm went off the next morning I thought I was going to die. Every
muscle in my body was screaming at me 'don't move, please don't move'.

Patti just laughed and said, "Come on, get up and get dressed, we have work to
do."

As I entered the kitchen on my way to the gym, Patti handed me three Advil
tablets and a glass of water.

"Here, take these; they'll take the edge off."

I followed her downstairs. As we entered the gym, she turned to me gave me a
big kiss and said, "You know what to do; same as yesterday. I'm going to start
my workout."

I watched her while I was running. Patti went through a series of stretching
movements, push-ups and sit- ups, before hitting the weights. She made it look
so easy. She moved from exercise to exercise without hesitation. Her form was
perfect as she went through multiple sets at each weight. When I was done with
my run, I moved to my weight set. As I did each exercise I couldn't help
comparing myself to her. She was using three times the amount of weight that I
was using.

After I completed the last of my sets on the bench press I sat up, resting to
catch my breath. Across the room, hanging from the floor joists, were two
bathing suits. One obviously was hers; it consisted of three triangles of
material held together with a couple of strings. The other suit I recognized;
it was my black Speedo suit, which I hadn't worn since our honeymoon.

Patti must have seen where I was looking and putting her hand on my shoulder
whispered in my ear, "Motivation," she said. "Time for our core exercises."

Every day it was the same as the last. By the following Monday, when I got on
the scale I was shocked to see that I had lost seven pounds.

"Great job," she said. "But it's not always going to be like this, you'll
begin to see the weight loss gradually slow down and there may even be some
weeks where you don't loss anything at all. Don't get discouraged. You'll hit
your goal soon enough."

I didn't even know what my goal was, but I put the fate of my weight in her
hands and pressed on. Week after week it was the same routine. Finally at the
beginning of March, I got on the scale and read the number 125 1/4.

"Bill, take off your underwear."

I did as she asked and got back on the scale. The mark was just a tiny bit
over 125. With a sly smile, Patti reached out and, grabbing my cock in her
hands, lifted ever so slightly. I watched as the scale settled in at exactly
125... at the same time my cock began to fill with blood.

"That's great, Bill, you made your goal; now we start to build your body," she
exclaimed. "And here's your reward."

Taking my now-completely erect cock into her mouth, she gave me a slow
sensuous blow job. Sensing that I couldn't hold back any longer, Patti took me
deeper into her mouth and took my entire load.

"That was good; now as an extra reward, today's workout will consist of a
half-hour on the treadmill and a half-hour of yoga. Tomorrow I begin to turn
you, my block of marble, into my 'David'".

The next day started like all the others, at 5:00 AM. It was the types of
exercises that changed. I was limited to twenty minutes on the treadmill. My
weight training changed from many reps with lower weights to higher weights
until failure. The biggest changes came in what would become known as our
floor exercises.

Each exercise consisted of a mixture of yoga and calisthenics. From a push-up
I would roll up to a side arm extension, then roll down tucking one arm under
my body; and then back up. Then doing the next push up and working the same
moves with the other arm; all done while supporting my body on one arm.
Sit-ups incorporated the basic move along with a series of leg lifts and body
twists; all designed to strengthen my abs and obliques.

The total workout was shorter but much more intense. The biggest changes of
all were in my diet. Now, instead of starving, I was eating six times a day.
Each meal was small, packed with protein and vegetable carbs, with a bag of
peanuts or an apple for a snack.

Over the next three months I watched my strength and my weight increase.
Alarmed at the weight gain at first, I was reassured by Patti, "It's quite
normal; you're replacing fat with lean muscle. To do that, you have to provide
enough protein, and to do that you have to eat. Don't worry, you'll see. By
the time we're ready to go you'll be totally ripped, my 'David'."

Sure enough, the night before our trip, Patti had me stand naked in front of
our full-length mirror. I looked lean and physically fit.

"Flex your abs."

I was pleasantly surprised as my stomach turned into what looked like a
medieval knight's iron breastplate.

"Now, give me a double bicep pose."

I watched as my biceps balled up into an impressive mound of muscle. I was
still nowhere nearly as strong or muscular as Patti, but I was far from a
ninety-eight pound weakling.

"Okay, now combine the two and turn a little to the side as you flex your leg
muscles and hold that position."

I did as she asked proud of what I was seeing in the mirror.

"My 'David'."

That night when we made love, I was the aggressor.

The next morning we were picked up by a limo service and driven to the
airport. By early afternoon we were on the beach in Aruba.

We stayed in the same resort, even got the same room, although the view was
less spectacular due to 12 years of growth on the palm trees in front of our
room. Each day we put on our bathing suits and, after a short but intense
workout in the gym and a light breakfast, headed out to the beach. Neither of
us was embarrassed about showing off our sculpted bodies. Patti looked like
she did in high school. And me... except for my receding hairline, which had
plagued all the men in my family, I looked at least ten years younger than my
thirty-five years. We went to most of the same restaurants and basically
relived our honeymoon. We did refrain from making love in public, however.

Late at night one evening, we stood at the water's edge and renewed the vows
we had made to one another a dozen years before, and promised each other that
we wouldn't wait another twelve years to return. When we returned home, we
settled quickly back into our daily routines. I vowed never to let myself get
fat again.

Chapter 12

It was Friday night. Patti and I had gone out to dinner and were cuddling on
the sofa watching a movie on HBO. The movie had been pretty good; it was a
love story, which included some pretty intense sexually explicit scenes. By
the end of the movie, we were both feeling pretty frisky. When the movie
ended, HBO ran several promotions for future shows; we both were about to
reach for the remote and call it a night, when the promotion for what was
coming up next was shone. The show was titled "Real Sex" and would prove to be
a real life-changer.

"Let's see what this is all about," Patti said grabbing the remote and placing
it on the end table out of my reach.

The first segment of the show was pretty lame, having to do with the
prostitution trade in Amsterdam. I was about to suggest that we shut the TV
and have our own real sex, when the next segment began. Erotic wrestling was
the topic. It showcased three couples and how each combined wrestling and sex.
The first couple were white, average looking young adults. He was trim but not
particularly physically fit. She was a big girl, about the same height, but
appeared to be at least twenty or more pounds heavier. She looked like a farm
girl and was bragging about how strong she was. Their match was mostly a lot
of trash talking, each telling the other how they were going to get beat. When
they did finally start to wrestle, true to her word, she was pretty strong.
She spent most of the time riding him and getting him in various holds which,
in the end made him submit.

When I turned towards Patti, I could tell that she was totally captivated by
the program, so I kept my comments to myself.

The next couple was a black couple. He was in really good shape and his arms
were well-muscled. She was tall and thin and had the body of a dancer. She was
telling a person off-screen that she really likes the contact of wrestling and
that it gets her really horny. Her most revealing statement was that sometimes
she just wanted her man to 'sneak up and take it from her'. Their wrestling
match was far more erotic. They were both dressed in tiny bathing-suit bottoms
and nothing else. Both appeared to have been oiled before their match. When
they wrestled he was clearly dominant, and it appeared at times as if they
were having sex.

I glanced over at Patti once again. Her gaze was fixed on the TV and she was
biting her bottom lip, her concentration absolute.

The final couple was white. The guy was almost non-descript, Mr. Joe Average.
The woman, however, was a big-titted blond bimbo, who gave the impression that
all of the brains in her head had migrated to her chest. Theirs was not really
a wrestling match as much as it was a series of staged situations. One had him
standing with his back in the corner of the ring, with her holding his face
between her massive tits. They cut away to her interview, with her telling the
interviewer that she had grown up in Kansas and that this was all new to her
and that she had never even heard of 'face-sitting' before. The scene cut back
to the ring. Her guy was lying on his back and she was carefully climbing up
over him and, with a couple of giggles, placing her short-covered ass onto his
face.

The segment ended and the show continued for about another twenty minutes.
When it was over Patti shut the TV and, taking me by the hand, led me into the
bedroom. The show must have really had an effect on her because, while I
turned down the bed, she got totally naked. Not waiting for me to do it, she
proceeded to strip me naked and throw me on the bed. I could tell that this
was going to be her show, and that I had better just lay back and enjoy what
ever came my way.

There was no need for foreplay. As she straddled me, Patti was already hot and
lubricated and she guided me right in. Ten seconds into her ride I felt her
tremble with her first orgasm. She sat upright and allowed me free reign to
kiss and fondle her tits as she ground her clit into me. Several minutes
later, a second more powerful climax hit her. With her eyes closed and mouth
pursed, she continued her ride. I could tell this night was going to be all
about her pleasure, not mine. I was okay with that; I knew sooner or later --
maybe much later -- she would give me my release. Patti placed her hands on my
chest like she was trying to push me through the mattress as her hips started
a piston-like movement up and down my cock.

I could feel the stirring in my balls; it wouldn't be long now. Suddenly she
came again, hard. Her vagina clamped onto my cock, ending my climax and body
became perfectly still. After the moment had passed, she did something that
she had never done before. She pulled up off my cock and crawled up my body
until her dripping wet pussy loomed tantalizing close to my face. I knew what
she wanted and, grabbing her ass, I proceeded to give it to her. I licked her
until my jaw ached, nearly drowning in the almost steady flow of moisture. I
felt her ass tighten at least twice during my onslaught. At one point she
grabbed the headboard and used my face to satisfy her seemly unquenchable
lust.

After a while that seemed much longer, Patti backed off, returning my cock to
her pussy. Looking down on me, I could tell that now at last she was going to
ride me to my completion. Slowly, steadily she moved up and down, clasping
herself firmly around me. It seemed to last forever, but finally, I exploded
within her; convulsing with spasms that lifted the upper half of my body clear
off the mattress. When I was done, she curled up next to me with her head on
my shoulder and a leg thrown over my thighs.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. I really needed that. Thank you."

And then she was asleep.

The next morning when I finally woke up, she was gone. Glancing over at the
clock I realized why; it was nearly ten o'clock and she was downstairs in the
shop. I could still feel the wet spots left during the previous night, so I
stripped the bed and, after getting dressed, walked to the kitchen on my way
down to the laundry in the basement. On the table sat a plate. On the plate
rested a note and a single chocolate kiss.

"Thank you again for last night; love, me. Make yourself some breakfast and
see me in the shop."

I made myself some scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee, then headed downstairs
with the sheets. When I had the load running, I climbed the stairs and entered
the shop. I was greeted with an ovation by the girls and a kiss from my wife.

"See, I told you I didn't kill him."

That got a roar of laughter from the girls. Fortunately for me, none of the
customers were privy to the story Patti apparently told the girls before they
opened for the day.

I quietly disappeared back into the basement and worked out while doing the
rest of the laundry. When I was done I brought everything back up stairs and
remade the bed. At noon, Patti came upstairs and joined me for a quick
sandwich and then headed back down for her next appointment. I spent the rest
of the day updating the company books and paying bills.

Later that evening, after washing and drying the dinner dishes, Patti and I
changed into our workout clothes and headed down to the gym. We each hit our
respective weight benches, and after about an hour had our blood really
circulating.

"Bill, I can't get that TV show from last night out of my head."

I'm a smart enough guy that I knew where this was heading.

"Patti, look at me. I know you've got me in excellent shape and I'm a lot
stronger than I was when I got out of school. But look at the differences
between us. You're eight inches taller than me, you out-weigh me by almost
thirty pounds and you're a hell of a lot stronger than me. What chance would I
have trying to beat someone like you?"

That mischievous smile of hers lit up her face.

"Absolutely none, but just think about how much fun you can have trying. I
promise not to hurt you."

"Okay, but remember your promise."

"Absolutely. Let's get naked first, just like the first Olympians."

Against my better judgment, I agreed and took off my clothes. Patti did the
same. Standing naked across from each other we slowly began to circle each
other looking for an opening. I can't tell you how vulnerable I felt. There's
something about being naked that gives you the feeling of being total
defenseless; it didn't help that I was beginning to get an erection.

"See you're enjoying yourself already and we've only just begun."

It turns out that I was a little quicker than Patti. Each time she made a move
for my arm or leg I was able to parry her maneuver.

"Come on little man, you can't run forever. Make your move."

I should not have let her get to me, but I did. Dropping to my knees, I
grabbed hold of her lead leg intending to pull it out from under her. That
never happened. Instead I felt the bulk of her weight come down hard on my
back and her arms wrap tightly around me. I tried to free myself but I
couldn't pry her hands apart. Soon, I found myself lying face-first on the mat
with Patti maneuvering her body around until we both faced the same direction.
It took her a few minutes but she finally managed to turn me over. Once she
had me on my back, she used her superior height and weight to pin my shoulders
to the mat for a very long three count.

"I give, Patti."

"That was fun," she said.

"For you," I replied.

Looking down at my crotch she countered, "Apparently for you as well. Let's go
again."

We circled only briefly this time before she managed to grab my arm and yank
me up against her body. It felt like I hit a brick wall and suddenly the wall
was all around me; Patti had me in a bear hug. My feet were no longer touching
the ground and my arms were trapped at my sides. I was completely helpless.

"'Do you give or should I squeeze a little harder."

She never waited for my reply. I felt her python-like arms quickly begin to
tighten around my body, squeezing the breath out of my lungs and preventing me
from breathing. Panic set in and with my last gasp of air I managed to get
out,

"I give, I give."

Immediately I felt the pressure ease and my feet touch the mat.

"That's two. Let's go again."

"Give me a minute to catch my breath."

"Okay, you got one minute."

The third fall began with me actually being able to bring her down to the mat.
I managed to get my arms around her and was trying to turn her on to her back,
when I felt her hand wrap around my still erect cock and begin to stroke me. I
lost my concentration and she was able to break free.

"Hey, no fair, that's cheating."

"All's fair in love and war," she said as grabbed hold of me and wrestled me
to the mat. A few moments later I found myself flat on my back again; this
time Patti had me in a classic school-girl pin.

"Do you give, Bill?"

I couldn't actually see her pussy; but there was no mistaking the aroma of her
arousal.

"Yes, I give."

"That's three. What do you say we go for best out of ten?"

"Fine"

The next two falls went much the same way as the others, with me ultimately
being over-powered and forced to submit.

"That's five to zero," she said smugly.

We both knew that the sixth fall was going to be the last. I was really
getting tired; I couldn't believe the amount of energy I was expending, and I
suddenly realized this really was a great workout.

Slowly we circled once again. This time in her exuberance to win, she took me
down too quickly, and her momentum carried her over onto her back. Trying to
gain the advantage I took the shortest route towards her shoulders: directly
between her legs. I never made it that far. I felt her legs shut like a steel
trap, capturing my head firmly between them. This was the last place I wanted
to be. I felt her squeeze harder trying to get me to submit. Her hands grabbed
hold of the back of my head in an effort to keep me from slipping out. The
pressure momentarily eased and I felt my head being pulled closer to her
pussy, and at the same time her legs pressed tighter on to my shoulders. The
trap snapped shut once again and now I was hopelessly locked in position. My
head began to pound from the pressure. I knew it was only a matter of time
before I'd be forced to give. I did the only thing I could think of; I locked
my lips around her exposed clit and began to suck.

I think I heard a faint, "Oh , you bastard," but I could be wrong. As I
continued to suck, I flicked the tip of her clit with my tongue. The faster I
flicked and the harder I sucked, the tighter I felt her legs clamp down on my
head. My ears were ringing and the pain was intense but I refused to
surrender. I felt her legs tremble and I heard her unmistakable scream of
passion as the room suddenly began to spin and everything faded to black.

How long I was out I don't know. When I finally opened my eyes I was looking
up into Patti's green eyes as she was holding my hand and patting my cheek.

"Are you okay? You had me so scared; I was afraid I really hurt you."

Slowly I became more aware of my surroundings and of what we had been doing.

"Did I win the fall?"

"No, you goof," she answered with a sly smile. "Even though you cheated I won,
because while you were out, I had you pinned."

"What do you mean I cheated? I thought you said all's fair in love and war?"

"That only applies to me; after all I'm only a defenseless woman."

Epilogue:

It's now been over thirty-five years since Patti came into my life and I
wouldn't change a minute of it. Not that it's always been perfect; it hasn't.
But the good times have far outweighed the not so good. Through our hard work
and good fortune, we've been able to become financially secure. We could
retire tomorrow if we wanted to, but each of us enjoys what we do, so why stop
now. The shop has matured along with its customer base. Patti is still as sexy
as ever, as are the other girls. But, it's their reputation as great stylists
that bring in new customers.

Our parents, especially mine, were disappointed when we told them that we
couldn't have children and that we had decided not to adopt. Their
disappointment was short lived. My sister got married two years after college
and had four kids in the span of three years, thanks to two sets of twins;
first boys, then girls. Now my parents have more grandchildren than they can
handle; and Patti's parents have been recruited as additional grandparents,
for which they are extremely happy.

The kids loved to come and visit Aunt Patti and Uncle Bill. They always ended
up in the basement, playing with the equipment and wrestling each other on the
mats. It wasn't long before the older boys were being consistently dominated
by their younger sisters.

A few years ago, my bosses came to me looking for a solution to a problem.
They wanted to retire, but didn't really want to sell the company. I suggested
that they look into an Employee Stock Ownership Plan. If they sold their stock
to the plan, holding on to just enough to maintain control of the company, and
allow the employees to purchase shares based on their annual salaries, they
would have more than enough money for their retirement... and still control
the company. The employees would be motivated to grow the company, thus
increasing the value of the stock. It would be a win-win situation.

Several weeks later, after running it past their lawyers and accountants, they
asked me to join them for dinner.

"Bill, we've decided to follow your advice and set up the ESOP. Everyone
agrees that it's the perfect solution to our problem. They told us that the
biggest obstacle would be finding someone to run the company in our absence.
We told them that wouldn't be a problem, that we already had someone who knew
the business, had the respect of our employees, and who was a person we could
trust. We want you to be our general manager."

Of course I accepted, especially when I heard the offer and the conditions
they laid out for me. I've been running the company ever since. We've had the
good fortune to be able to take on several new lines, in addition to becoming
the sole distributor of several of the largest craft beers in the state. We've
already been able to increase our sales by fifty percent and are projecting
that, in the next five years sales will double.

Although I'm working longer hours, I still manage to get home most days before
Patti closes for the evening. We work out together every other evening, mostly
lifting and yoga. We've limited our wrestling to Saturday evenings, which
gives me a day to recuperate before returning to work. We believe that it's
the best all around workout that we can do, and the perks can't be beat.

I've got to close for now; it's Saturday night and nearly time for our
workout. My life with a muscular cheerleader has been very good.

The End

I hope you enjoyed my story; thanks for reading. Your comments are always
welcome.

Submissive Romantic submissiveromanticone@gmail.com

Afterward:

I want to thank everyone that took the time to send me their comments and best
wishes. I've just been to the doctor, and based on my latest blood work I'm
still cancer free. That's the good news; the bad news is that I'm still
battling with the side effects of my prostate surgery and will be doing so for
the foreseeable future.

This story is pure fiction and has been in the works since I read an article
about a muscular cheerleader at the University of Georgia. If you Google
'muscular cheerleader' you can see my inspiration.

SR