The City Girl Blues
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Mandy Schilling's life
should have been wonderful.
have been happy and fulfilled. She was intelligent, in good health, and
of person who takes the little road bumps life gives us in stride.
... oh yes ...
she was drop-dead gorgeous.
Actually, the drop-dead
gorgeous part was the problem.
a genetic predisposition to lie on her back with her legs spread,
fuck her long, deep, and
That's what she decided it
was, anyway ... a
to control her libido since she got slammed by puberty when she was
She entered it long before
then, but that's when it slammed her.
It was when she was thirteen
that her breasts stopped being mounds with puffy, indistinct nipples
foothills with dark brown areolas and even darker brown nipples that
Up to then she
hadn't had to wear a bra.
After that she
didn't dare not wear one.
Another reason she thought
her perpetual horny nature was genetic was that her mother had been ...
just call a spade a spade ... a slut. Maybe that's not fair. Perhaps
she was an
undiagnosed nymphomaniac instead. Veronica Majors was always pulling
husband, Tom, into the bedroom.
got to watch pretty much whatever she wanted to on TV as she grew up
most evenings her mother and father spent their time in the bedroom,
interacting with or supervising their daughter.
What they were doing was
pretty clear, even when Mandy was nine or
Her mother had a potty mouth
sex and most of the curse words Mandy knew by the time she was fifteen
learned right there at home.
Not that Veronica was a bad
Well, most of the time,
She took care of Amanda,
her all the things a daughter should learn from her mother, went on
trips with her, and even made a lot of Mandy's clothes.
got to choose the pattern and fabric
and Veronica did wonders in the sewing room.
But when Tom got home and
dinner was finished ... well ... let's just
say she felt like it was Tom's turn to get her attention.
was big into role playing.
She made her own costumes for
Ironically, in a sense, one
of those things Veronica taught her daughter was that she must not let
too far on dates.
Her discussion about
that was frank in a coded kind of adult-speak way.
"Boys want to do
things, Mandy, things that make a girl excited. And that leads to
where you don't want to stop.
And that leads to situations in which
babies can be made.
The key is never letting
yourself get too
You can have a little
fun, but stop when it starts getting too exciting. Do you understand?"
Mandy did. She
was then fourteen and had known for most
of a year - ever since her boobs had exploded off her chest - that boys
about sex most, if not all of the time.
"Yeah, Mom," she
"You have to save that
excitement for marriage," said Ronnie.
"Then you can let it all out."
That was the understatement
of the century, Mandy thought.
Four hours later she had to
turn the TV up to hear it over her mother's voice coming through the
"No, Uncle Dan! Not in my ass!
You'll tear me apart! Nooooooo.
Fuck that feels good, you
fucking bull. Keep going. Don't you dare
in my ass. I want to drink it tonight!"
There was no "Uncle
Dan" in the family.
explain ... sort of ... why her mother sometimes called her father
boy" when she was feeling playful.
The point is that, by the
time Amanda was seventeen, she was inculcated into the belief system
was normal, obviously fun, and that it should be engaged in as often as
She'd done some making out on
dates, but had managed to put off the inevitable thus far, taking to
mother's admonition that sex - and letting loose - was for marriage.
Then she met Matt and her
He made her
It was his smile, for one
a sort of crooked smile that only happened on one side of his mouth.
his touch was electric.
His lips tasted so good she
never wanted to
stop savoring them.
His parents were
rich and he drove a fancy car.
third date, even though he hadn't pressured her to do more
than a lot of
kissing, and a little groping, she knew she was in big trouble because
could think about was getting naked with him.
He, of course, said he
approved of that idea.
"We can't," she
groaned. "I promised my mother I'd wait until I was married."
"Then marry me,"
he said, nuzzling her neck.
Oddly - at least at this
point in the story - he meant it. He
refrained from pressing his advantage and her virginity was intact when
her home that night.
He honored her
wishes on the next dozen dates, too, and she was a wreck.
had to masturbate three times a day and
she even stooped to stealing one of her mother's vibrators.
wasn't as risky as it sounds.
Veronica had at least fifteen
of them, in all
shapes, colors, and sizes.
On graduation night he made
good on his promise and did, in fact, marry her. They
eloped, of course, because his parents
would never have
agreed to let their only son, the inheritor of the
family business, marry some trash from the other side of town. Even if
'town' held three million people.
He took her to Vegas. It was
her wedding night. She could finally let loose. And she tried to.
spent so much time not thinking about
sex while her parents were having it on the other side of the wall
she didn't actually know what to expect.
That was good, because while
Matt managed to divest her of her virginity,
it happened so quickly and was over so abruptly that she was still
emotionally when he rolled off of her and put his hands over his face.
It sounded like he was
Mandy, however, could think
of the fact that if she didn't cum she'd just explode.
she reached for her clitty and rubbed the
crap out of it while her new husband cried softly in the bed beside her.
He was crying because it
turned out Matt was gay.
Mandy could "cure" him.
really did love
her ... but having sex with her just made him feel ...
icky. He'd managed to stay hard long enough to have sex with his very
girl, but he knew beyond a doubt that all those things he'd been
feeling for other
males were real. He knew he couldn't cum and his cock went soft.
The honeymoon only lasted
another day as they talked about all this and tried to decide what to
loved him, too, regardless of his sexual identity. Maybe she thought
eventually cure him, too. In any case, they went back home and
being the normal couple.
blew their stacks and demanded the marriage be annulled, but Matt stood
That was because he knew he
could never marry another woman. He
loved Mandy, and she loved him, even if it had to be the kind of love
share, rather than spouses. He bowed to his mother's wishes only in that there was another wedding, a formal one, with all the bells and whistles, one to which all the relatives and important friends could be invited. Mandy got to help plan it, and it helped convince her that she could "fix" her husband.
At that point, of course,
Mandy had never had good sex.
actually only had thirty seconds of sex, so she didn't really
she was missing.
And Matt was rich. Not
that she was mercenary about it. Her
family had gotten by okay, but there hadn't been a lot of luxuries.
Her marriage to Matt lasted
By the time she could take
her first legal drink of scotch, it was to mourn the fact that she'd
had to let
Matt be Matt.
He deserved to have real
love in his life and he'd met a man he felt like he could love like a
is supposed to
love his spouse.
It was an amicable
Mandy estimated it would take
about a hundred grand for her to find someplace to live and get by on
found a job.
Matt gave her two million,
and said, "Mandy, honey, you have no job skills and it would kill me to
see you flipping hamburgers. Go back to school and get a degree."
They kissed a final time -
kissing her didn't feel icky - and he patted her on the ass he'd fucked
three times in three years.
thought that might work out for him but it hadn't.
jobs had been better, because he could
close his eyes and imagine she was whatever man he was currently
Taking her from behind,
wasn't like that.
There was no way he
could imagine her hips were a man's.
Still, that last kiss was a
warm and loving one.
Then Matt went off to come
out to his parents and Mandy drove to the local technical college to
kind of courses they offered.
She still got a Christmas
card every year from Matt's mother who, no doubt, had thought long and
about what Mandy had "tried to do" for her son, all those years.
Two years later Mandy had an
associate's degree in fire science, of all things.
decided that becoming a fireman - or
firewoman - would be a change of pace and shake her out of her doldrums.
The only problem was that she
filled the wrong kind of hose constantly
... and it wasn't with water.
used to being intimate with a male buddy. That's really what Matt had
She'd walked around naked all the time around him.
appreciated her for her beauty, even
though he didn't salute her with his penis. She didn't walk around nude
her new buddies,
she adopted a warm, open relationship with them. Teams like that grow
She just welcomed that
and thought it was normal.
Her new "buddies"
were entirely different about that. When her T shirt got drenched or
to drag her out of a burning building, erections were involved.
got assigned as the victim a lot. Even the
instructors wanted to go in and get her.
She was, after all,
physically perfect to be on a pinup poster of
She was five-nine, weighed a
hundred and twenty-three pounds, and her measurements were 36-25-34.
that wasn't enough, her long hair was a
deep red, with golden highlights, the color of smoldering coals.
She got the highest grades
in the class and she earned them, though, to be honest, some of that
been because her classmates were so distracted all the time they didn't
well as they could have. Even in the classroom a dozen sets of eyes
were on her
most of the time.
She'd had her uniform
She didn't do that to
tease the boys. You just did that. She
didn't want to look slovenly.
because they were her
buddies, she didn't tend to think of any of them
as potential amorous partners or husband material.
was for that reason that she gently
rebuffed the dozens of attempts they made to get her to go out on a
any of them.
She'd party with them,
drink with them, dance with them, but only in a crowd.
"I can't go out with
you," she'd say. "That would be like going on a date with my
She didn't, in fact, let her
guard down until their graduation party.
It happened at McGee's, the
bar that they and countless past classes had
adopted as "their" bar.
got roaring drunk and somehow her shirt came off. She
danced in her bra until that, too somehow
Every group has an alpha male
In this situation there were
maybe six who wanted to
be the alpha male, but in the end only one will
That's assuming it doesn't
into a gang rape.
But these guys loved
their "little sister", even though she drove them bat-shit
The alpha male turned out to
guy named Tony, who was from a proudly Italian family.
She wasn't so drunk that,
when Tony climbed on top of her in the back room of McGee's, she didn't
what was happening.
She'd worn out two
vibrators since getting her divorce and her attitude about this was,
the hell. Maybe it will be fun." It
helped that she liked Tony. He was macho and funny and had helped her
to carry a man twice her weight out of a burning building.
It was only her second
It was probably Tony's
time, and he took pride in what he called his "three to one
That meant that the woman
had three orgasms to every one of his.
Tony came twice that night
and Mandy found out just how good sex can be.
By the time they were finished she was mostly sober again and she'd
maybe it was time to look for another husband.
Tony wasn't that guy, but she
was never sorry he dragged her into that back room.
Being a firewoman was great,
but fending off the men wasn't.
sexism she experienced in her first job in a firehouse soon made her
go back to college to seek a degree that would get her higher on the
If she got a degree in
administration, or one in engineering, she'd be wearing a white helmet,
than a yellow one. Even better, she'd work in an office most of the
instead of living with a bunch of horny guys.
It was while she was engaged
in that pursuit that she met Steve. He
had served six years in the Army, doing things he wasn't allowed to
He was going to college on
They met in class and the
chemistry was immediate.
date was a study date and then he invited her to work out with him at
He taught her some
self-defense moves and
explained the theory of working out. A
month later she went to bed with him and the fireworks were
She wore him out.
The love she had fallen into
was glorious and life was good. They got married on September fifth,
He got called back on active
duty fifteen days later and she saw him a grand total of thirty-six
between then and March of 2003.
to her (and just about every other American) he was inside Iraq in late
He was also one of the
first American soldiers killed in action when Operation Iraqi Freedom
Grief can do gruesome things
to a person.
It is commonly said the
five stages of grief are: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and
Mandy went out of order and combined a couple of stages.
denial was married to the bargaining
stage. She held out hope that there had been some terrible mistake
got Steve's body back.
Then she was
angry until that exhausted her and depression crept in under the radar.
She almost dropped out of
school, but school was the only structure in her life at that point, so
Her grades suffered. She had
no social life and spent hours just sitting in their ... her ...
staring at the walls.
times he'd gotten leave to go see his wife had not resulted in a
They'd tried ... with a
vengeance ... but her womb hadn't quickened.
Much of her depression was
If his seed had taken root,
at least she'd have some part of him still
Acceptance came slowly. The
"trigger" to that came when she
stepped on the scale and realized she'd gained fifteen pounds.
She went back to the gym to
work it off.
Working out was the first
thing she'd done that felt good since Steve had died.
started at an hour a day, which was all
she could manage. That shocked her, too.
She worked up to four hours a
day before she realized she was
compensating for her loss by exhausting herself at the gym.
She dropped back to two
hours a day, which was more than enough by then. She was in fabulous
She had no interest in men
and her sex drive seemed to be in hibernation.
She started bringing her
grades back up.
That was, in fact, how she
She was paired with him for a
project in her thermo-dynamics class.
Ryan was terminally happy.
Nothing seemed to bother him.
smart and capable and a good lab partner.
He wasn't handsome in the
classical sense and had a bit of a beer belly,
but he also didn't objectify her, like so many other men did.
got to know each other well enough that,
one day, she reached to pinch that flab and said, "You know, I could
that off of you."
"Why would I want to do
that?" he asked, happily. "I'm fine with my body."
"Women would find you
more attractive," she said.
as she knew he never dated.
"Would you find
me more attractive?" he asked.
once he wasn't grinning.
"I have a lot of
baggage," she said.
He knew about
"I'm not looking for a man
to be attracted to."
"I suppose I'm not
looking for a woman, either," he said, lightly.
"Don't tell me you're
gay," she said, thinking about Matt.
"Nope," he said,
grinning again. "Women are just more trouble than they're worth."
"Gee, thanks a
lot," she grumped.
"Not you. You're fine," he said. "But when you have a girlfriend she dominates your time. You can't look at other women. You have to remember dates and things she thinks of as anniversaries. You have to spend lots of money on her. It's just not worth it right now, that's all."
"Whatever," said Mandy.
"Still, you should come to
the gym with me and get into better shape.
You'll live longer."
"Okay," he said,
surprising her with his easy acceptance.
She already knew he was
endomorphic, like her.
Both of them had
more white muscle cells than red. So she
worked him with light weights and concentrated more on cardio.
She was surprised at how quickly he was
addicted and within two months they were running two miles a day.
They talked about everything
as they ran, loping along around campus.
One day it was overcast and
on the verge of raining and he knocked on
her door, asking if she was ready to run.
"Not today," she
"I'm on my period and
"Running will loosen
you up," he said.
good for that kind of thing. You told me that yourself."
"It's about to
rain," she commented, arching one perfect eyebrow.
"So we get a little
wet," he said, grinning.
"It's only fifty
degrees outside," she said. "If we get wet we'll get
"So we only run a mile
and then go back into the warm," he said.
"Why are you so hot to
run today?" she asked.
"Are you kidding?"
He grinned. "Running
with you is the highlight of my day. Everybody sees me running with the
hot chick and they think I'm a stud."
"I'm the hot
She wanted to laugh.
"Of course you are.
Every guy on campus wants to get with you."
ridiculous," she scoffed.
"Have you looked in a
"Flattery will get you
nowhere," she growled.
"Come on. Just a
mile," he wheedled.
In the end she got dressed,
putting on a hoody to combat the rain, if it started, and went out with
him. They ended up doing more than a mile, and it did rain lightly, but she felt better.
He became another
"buddy" she could be intimate with.
They became regular study
partners, meeting three times a week and
continued to work out together.
He got into much better shape and was aware of that.
Mandy's parents were dead, the victims of a driver who was texting while driving. She had other relatives, but none she felt close enough to reach out to for an invitation to spend the holidays with. When Ryan found out she planned to stay in town for Christmas, he invited her to come home with him.
"Don't stay here
alone," he said. "My whole family will be there and they love
Christmas. It's their favorite time of the year. They go all out. It's
like a Norman Rockwell Christmas. Everybody will be there and the food will be
great. Come with me. You'll be glad you did."
She went on condition he make
it very clear she wasn't his girlfriend.
He took that to heart. The
first thing he said as he introduced her to
the twelve relatives there for Christmas dinner was, "This is Mandy and
she is not my
just study partners and we work out together."
His family was warm and
inviting and for the first time in a long time she felt accepted for
was, as opposed to who people wanted her to be.
Ryan had a younger sister named
Jeanette who sidled up to Mandy at one
point and asked, "So are you really
not his girlfriend?"
"Really not," said
"Too bad," sighed
Jeanette. "You're gorgeous."
Mandy, feeling warm.
"So do you have
"I'm kind of between
boyfriends right now," said Mandy.
She left it at that.
"Well, watch out for
Uncle Bob, then.
He's been eying you
ever since you got here."
"Which one is Uncle
Bob?" asked Mandy.
"The one with the
beard. He's talking to Ryan, over by the Christmas tree."
Mandy looked and saw the man
she'd already noticed before.
burly in the mesomorphic kind of way, with broad shoulders and a
knew was muscle rather than fat. She
remembered thinking how white his teeth were when she was introduced to
he smiled through the darkness of his beard.
His handshake had been warm
His eyes had stayed on her
face, rather than dipping to her breasts.
Her mind flitted to a little
fantasy but then rejected it.
He was years older than her. And,
for all she
knew he was a beast.
He certainly looked like a beast with his untrimmed,
Then, at dinner, she found
herself seated next to him.
She was surprised when he
pulled her chair out and seated her.
That surprise multiplied when
he was asked to say grace.
He held out both hands to his
everyone reached to hold hands while he spoke. His voice was mellow and
and his prayer wasn't some canned little speech, regurgitated by rote.
The meal was delicious and
the conversation interesting.
way someone asked Uncle Bob how things were going at the ranch and he
on how his yearling steers were doing and how his favorite mare would
dropping a foal in a month.
at his hands, which handled the utensils with a delicate grace that
in his rough, dark, calloused fingers.
She expected food to get
stuck in his beard, but it didn't. She'd never
known anyone else who had such full, bushy facial hair.
was ... different.
After dinner there was an
enthusiastic round of carols, which everyone participated in, including
children. Then the woman playing the piano - Mandy couldn't remember
or what relationship she was to Ryan - stayed there with Ryan and three
they began singing other songs in four part harmony.
was a fire in the fireplace and Mandy
ended up standing beside it, enjoying the warmth and the dancing flames.
"So, how did you meet
my nephew?" came a deep voice beside her.
She looked to see Uncle Bob
standing beside her. He had a glass of
eggnog in his hand.
The tips of his
moustache just above his lips were white with it and she felt the urge
and wipe that off.
"We're lab partners in
a class at school," she said. "Well, we were.
class is over now."
"Ahhh," he said,
as if that explained some puzzle.
arched an eyebrow.
"It's just that Ryan
has never pursued your kind of woman," he said.
"My kind of
She felt anger, even though
there was no clear rationalization for that.
"Ryan has always been
more into skinny girls with glasses who want to save whales and go join
demonstrations at pipeline construction sites," said the man.
"Oh? Well, I wouldn't know. I've never seen him
spending time with any girls."
"If you showed any
interest in him that becomes an obvious situation."
"What do you
mean?" asked Mandy, anger still bubbling beneath the surface.
"You're in a whole
other category of women than those angry, frustrated liberals he
up with," said Bob.
"What makes you think
I'm not a liberal?" asked Mandy, letting some of the heat of her anger
seep into her voice. "And what category am I in?"
"Hey," said the
man, putting up one hand, palm outward. "We're just having a
here. You seem to have taken offense in a situation where none was
He looked at her and
suddenly she felt as if he could see clear into her soul.
time his eyes ranged over her body in an
examination that was very quick, but somehow made her feel naked. She
though, that his eyes spent a long time on her hair, which
she'd left down but
put in a loose French braid. He took a sip of his eggnog, re-staining
moustache, and finally spoke.
"Well, to be indelicate
about it - and remember you insisted I tell you - what we used to call
category when I was Ryan's age was 'A wet dream built like a brick
He smiled, as if he'd said
nothing offensive at all, but held up his open hand again to restrain
"Of course these days that would be a misogynistic thing to say and completely politically incorrect. But it conveys the concept rather well, so I took the liberty of using a rude description. I hope I have not offended you."
His 'apology' was sincere.
Mandy could sense that in her gut. And his eyes hadn't fallen to her
again when he said it.
He'd been looking
in her eyes instead of talking to the body he was describing.
The anger that had flashed and then surged
when he said such a crass thing deflated and then, surprisingly,
smoke in the wind.
"Well, since it was so
politically incorrect, I won't say thank you," she said.
"It's just that Ryan's
never brought a beautiful woman home with him," said Bob.
"So I was surprised and poked my nose
where it probably doesn't belong."
"He's not my
boyfriend," she said, firmly.
"That's an interesting
word, isn't it?" he asked. "Boyfriend. Girlfriend.
It makes things sound so juvenile.
That said, I can definitely
see Ryan as a
boy. He has a lot of growing up to do.
You, on the other hand? You're
not a girl.
You may be young, but you're
not a girl.
You're all woman and it would
be silly to hear you referred to as a 'girl'friend."
"You're very forward,
aren't you," said Mandy, who was trying to find that anger again, but
"I suppose so," he
"When you live the
kind of life I do, there isn't much room for silly things.
generation, no offense intended, seems
to delight in frivolity and silliness, little social games."
"All I'm trying to do
is get an education and make a life," said Mandy. "I
think that's true of others my age,
"Of course," said
Bob, taking another sip.
"moustache" on his moustache was driving her crazy.
wished she had a napkin in her hand.
"But a life should include productive work and that's what your
seems to want to avoid."
"That's a very broad
generalization," said Mandy.
"It is," he
"I shouldn't make
My father liked to say, 'All
generalizations are bad, including this one.'
I've always remembered that
but sometimes I let my mouth get away from
"You do," agreed
Mandy, but with no heat.
"I thank you for your
very gracious tolerance of an old curmudgeon," he said, bowing slightly.
"You're not old,"
she said. "Curmudgeonly, perhaps, but not old. I
bet you're a Republican."
He leaned close enough to
her that she could smell the faint hint of some cologne, and spoke
"I am, and don't tell
Ryan, but I'm also a member of the NRA."
"How nice for
you," she said.
"I vote for
whoever I think has the best ideas, regardless of party."
"And yet, whoever gets elected
is supposed to represent you and
rather than his
own," he said. "Or hers," he added, smiling.
impossible," said Mandy, suddenly enjoying this little argument. "An
elected official can't possibly please all the people.
why it's important to know where they
stand on various issues before you vote for them."
Bob. "Though it would be nice if they listened to their constituents,
least to what the majority want."
"I don't want to talk
about politics," said Mandy. "Tell me why there is no room for
silliness in your life.
"Oh, I'm not opposed to
a little superficiality now and then," said Bob.
He took another sip and
seemed to be about to add to that, but Mandy couldn't stand it any
She looked around and saw a
pile of napkins
on the table, which was now set with plates bearing a variety of
She walked ten feet to get a
napkin and, when she returned, she reached to clean his upper lip and
"Sorry," she said,
for intruding into his personal space.
"No problem," he
said, grinning. "I live alone and have the manners of a bear."
"You certainly look like
a bear," joked Mandy.
"That would make us
Beauty and the Beast," he quipped.
She felt a little jolt as he
used the same word she'd thought of in reference to him only an hour
Then she was distracted from that when he went on.
"Now there's a
story they only told half of," he said.
"Well, think about
Beast meets girl. Beast falls
love with girl. Girl falls in love with beast. What normally happens
beings fall in love?"
"Oh," said Mandy,
who felt her face get warm.
"Of course they
couldn't tell that part," said Bob.
"That would have been extremely politically incorrect, even
back then. Not to mention that beastiality is against the law almost everywhere."
"What are you two
talking about?" came a voice that startled Mandy. She
looked to see Ryan standing beside
The singing was still going
but with different vocalists.
"Nothing," she said, automatically, while thinking about what Uncle Bob had said. He'd referred to himself as the Beast, and
her as Beauty. What he'd added to that was innuendo ... wasn't it?
"I was telling Mandy
how surprised I was that you brought home a beautiful woman instead of
little girl who wants to save the planet," said Bob.
"She's not my
girlfriend," said Ryan, who seemed unfazed by his uncle's sardonic
"Yes," said Bob.
"You both make it painfully clear you're not together."
Ryan had taken her away
then, to a table where five other family members were playing a card
never heard of.
Over the next hour she
learned it and liked it very much. She
was distracted from the game only a couple of times, when she saw Bob
with various of his female relatives and it occurred to her that she
didn't have any relationships with older men.
Bob was - after she'd chatted
with him for a while - an interesting man,
interesting in ways her instincts told her were due to his age and life
It was something she wasn't
likely to find in men her own age.
It was on a subconscious
level, but another category of men was opened up for exploration, in
It was a fun evening for
her, and Mandy was glad she'd gone with Ryan to meet his family.
irony of the situation became clear only
later, when Ryan took her to the guest room so she could retire for the
They'd played cards for hours
she'd pretty much constantly sipped on eggnog from the spiked container.
this new, fun card game, she'd decided
that eggnog with rum in it was going to have to become part of her life
that point on.
The result, though, was that
by the time the last of the extended family put on their coats and
was a little more than mildly tipsy.
Ryan had already arranged
with his mother to have Mandy stay in the
guest room, since they had a six hour drive to get back to the town
to school in, and when he took her there she weaved and laughed a lot,
into him until he put his arm around her waist to steady her.
"Thanks," she said
as she plopped down on the bed, lying back with her arms spread.
"No problem," he
said, staring at the mountains pushing up under her shirt and licking
"I put your overnight bag on that chair over there."
pointed. "If you need anything, my
room is right next door."
sighed. "I like your family."
"They like you,
too," he replied. "Sleep tight."
He left and Mandy lay there
for a while, almost dozing off before she decided to change clothes and
She got up and giggled a
she staggered around, making her way to where her overnight bag was.
She normally slept nude, but
had brought a long T shirt to wear in this strange environment, so she
down and put that on.
She tried to
carefully fold her dirty clothes and giggled some more when that took
inordinate amount of concentration.
The bed felt good as she
crawled into it and she relaxed.
The only problem was ... she
was horny, and she hadn't brought anything with her to deal with that.
She giggled again as she had
a short fantasy of Ryan helping her by opening her bag to get her
for her and finding the eight-inch-long, anatomically correct dildo
Harold, and which she often used to satisfy her hungry pussy with. It
vibrate, but it stretched her delightfully and she could feel every
ridge on it as she worked it in and out of her sex.
She didn't have a lot of
experience with real penises. She'd seen only four: her father's,
Tony's, and Steve's.
Tony's had come the
closest to being as big as her dildo, but she knew most men would never
big as Harold.
But she hadn't brought
Harold, hadn't imagined she'd need him, so she reached with her fingers
She got close, but not
She didn't know what was
She decided it was because
was tipsy and couldn't decide on a man to think of while her fingers
At one moment she'd think of
of the men she'd actually had sex with.
But both Ryan and Bob kept
intruding on her thoughts.
She understood Ryan. He
was sweet and not bad looking.
But Uncle Bob? He looked
His attitude about life was
nonsense and opinionated. But his voice was so warm and deep and the
danced with the various women had been warm and intimate, too.
that he'd put his hands in inappropriate
places, but his embrace during slow songs had been snug - with all of
them - in
a way that made it clear they liked being close to this big, hairy man.
He was single. She didn't
know any more than that. She tried to imagine what kind of woman he
paired up with in the past.
It was while she was
thinking about these things that she realized she wasn't going to get
she needed to be. She was too distracted.
It was most likely the rum
that made her mind go onto a new track.
Ryan was right next
And he'd said if she needed
It was quiet when she
carefully opened the door to the guest room and tiptoed toward the next
She hoped it was the right
It would be embarrassing in
extreme if it wasn't, but it was the door in the direction he'd nodded
Just as carefully she eased
that door open and looked inside. Her
eyes had adapted to the dark, but the only light in that room was
through thin curtains over the windows.
She could see the bed, and a
long lump on it, but that was all.
The lump moved.
"Yeah. Can I come
"Of course," said
Ryan's voice. "What's wrong?"
She went to the bed, weaving
slightly and overcompensating, like tipsy people do.
"I'm horny," she
whispered, and then giggled.
"I'm glad," said
The covers were pulled aside
and she slid into bed with him.
"Just this once,"
"I hoped this would
happen some day," he said, embracing her.
Later she would reflect on
that night. It was definitely the rum that got her into bed with Ryan.
so, it worked out wonderfully. She wished she hadn't drunk so much
because she had a hard time remembering that night in detail, but she
sure that, if she hadn't drunk
so much eggnog, she wouldn't have gone to
Much of the benefit to doing
that would be realized much later, but she wasn't sorry it had happened.
What she did
and would experience again, despite her warning that it would happen
was that Ryan came as close as she thought any man ever would to being
She'd known that the second
she'd reached to grip what was, to her relief, a diamond-hard cock that
needed inside her.
He was a reasonably good
lover, in terms of foreplay, but she didn't need foreplay. She'd
foreplay part on her own. The most vivid memories of that night,
being filled, stretched, and then having to reach for a pillow to
voice as she finally got what she so desperately needed.
That was it. She
didn't know if she'd passed out, or just
been so relaxed after her orgasm that she drifted off, but she woke up
early-morning light coming through the windows.
Ryan was snoring beside her
as she lifted her tousled head and stared
She had a mild
hangover, but it wasn't too bad. What
worried her was whether anyone else was up and around and had found
She got out of bed, mildly
surprised that her T shirt was still on, and tiptoed to the door.
was silent as she opened it.
She had to think hard to
remember where the
bathroom was, but it was necessary to find it.
She shaved it close, because
as she was coming out of the bathroom
Ryan's mom opened another door down the hall and came out of it dressed
she said. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes," said Mandy,
thinking that the woman must somehow know where she had slept.
will be ready in half an
That was it. By
the time Mandy was dressed for the day and
got down to the kitchen, she felt better.
Half an hour after that she
had decided that her activities the previous
night were unknown to anyone other than Ryan.
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