Welcome to My Mid-Life Crisis Ch. 02

Posted: July 31st, 2009 | Author: Elmer | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

Frank breathed deep, taking in the smell of the ice. He loved it, so crisp and clean, freshly zambonied ice had a smell all its own. Frank hadn’t been on the ice in nearly 15 years, until Ron had found out that he used to play goalie for St. Martin’s. Like most people in Minnesota, Ron and Frank both played hockey as kids. Ron had never stopped playing, but Frank had quit after college, mainly due to his ex wife. The next thing Frank new, Ron was insisting that he start playing with his over 35 group. Frank had protested but had lost the battle. He even went so far as to insist that he use his alimony check to buy Frank new gear. The goalie pads he wore were certainly lighter than he remembered from college, but they were brand new and stiff.

Now three weeks later, Frank was glad he had given in. He had his confidence back and was playing pretty well, though still rusty. He’d known Ron for 6 weeks, and already his life had changed. Ron, who had been married briefly to Frank’s ex-wife, had dragged him kicking and screaming along right into the throes of a midlife crisis disguised as a celebration of freedom. They shared one thing in common, the same ex-wife. So whether the trips to the strip clubs, the late night parties and trips to the dance clubs, or just hitting the bars trying to pick up women, Ron had forced Frank back into the open and out of the depression that had held him captive for the last 3 years after his divorce. It was like a never ending party for Ron, and hockey was just Ron’s latest attempt to bring Frank along.

Frank surveyed the ice and noticed six young men who he didn’t recognize, all obviously too young to be with the over 35 group. Frank skated over to the bench where a trio of the regulars was talking. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Oh they double booked the ice,” said Ron disgustedly. “One of college teams was supposed to practice today. Angelo told them they could join us if they wanted.”

It was obvious that not everyone was pleased with this idea, and for good reason Frank thought. This was a no check league with an average age of 45. These were young pups that were used to mixing it up in the rough and tumble world of Div. 3 hockey. There was a potential for things to go very wrong. One of the kids broke away and skated over to join the gathering at the bench.

“Look guys,” he said, “it’s your ice. You have this time every week, and we’re not gonna try and muscle in. We’d love to join you, but if you’re not cool with that, just let us know.”

Ron looked at the guys gathered around. They all nodded. He looked at Frank who shrugged? “Ok son,” said Ron as if he were some ancient geriatric hockey god from a by gone era, “but make sure your boys know that this isn’t the bar league. We’re a bunch of old men with surgically repaired knees and hip replacements on layaway.”

“Yes sir,” said the young man, grinning,” we’ll behave.” He skated back to his mates. When the teams split up, 3 of them went to each bench, evening things up.

Ron skated over to Frank. “Well,” Frank said, “this should be interesting.”

“Hey don’t bitch,” said Ron. “At least the scenery has improved.” Frank looked over to see the group of girls sitting together in the stands.

“Great, Puck Bunnies.”

“Well Frank,” said Ron with a chuckle, “looks like you got a cheering section of your own.”

Frank looked over to where Ron pointed, and saw Tara sitting with a blonde girl he didn’t recognize. She waved and blew him a kiss. He could feel himself turn.

“What’s she doing here?” Frank asked accusatorially.

“Hey don’t look at me,” said Ron defensively. “I haven’t talked to her. Speaking of which, have you lately?”

“We had lunch a couple of times, but nothing like those first couple nights. Then she’s had clinicals up in Rochester for a few weeks, and then finals. Now, well, we just can’t seem to get together. We were supposed to go out this weekend and see a show. I talked to her a couple times, but I never told her I was playing hockey.”

“So, she’s not stalking you then? Not trying to get the ring out of you yet?” asked Ron teasingly.

“Hey Ron,” said Frank testily, “do us a favor and go fuck yourself.”

“Damn, temper temper. Goalies have to maintain an even keel and all that.”

“Blow me Ron.”

“Hey bud,” said Ron seriously, “I’m just glad to see you’re not fawning all over the first chick you banged after getting back in the saddle. I mean, she’s a great girl, really smart, and hot as hell. I would understand if you had fallen for her. It’s just easier on me this way.”

“Easier on you?” asked Frank.

“Yeah,” said Ron smiling, “because now I don’t have to counsel you through another depression when she tells you how she needs her space and can’t get tied down, etc. You know girls at that age.”

Frank chuckled. He and Tara had talked all this out the day after that incredible night a few months ago. It was what it was, and both were worried the other would read too much into it. But facts were facts. Frank was a 39 year old man rebounding from a divorce that had almost crushed him. As great as Tara was, he couldn’t rush back into a commitment, not this way. He was still too scared to get hurt again. Tara, for her part, was a 26 year old co-ed. She had a brilliant future ahead of her and wasn’t ready to tie herself down by any stretch of the imagination. Being a psychology student, she also saw the same dangers that Frank saw in himself. He needed to recover before he became too emotionally invested again. It was an awkward conversation to say the least, neither wanting to hurt the other, that ended with a wealth of relief on both sides.

Of course, it also ended with one of the best weekends that Frank had ever had. He had gone to work on Monday completely exhausted. If it weren’t for the fact that Tara had to head to Rochester that day, he no doubt would have called out sick to work to stay with her another day. As he stood there on the ice, he could still remember the feeling of her skin against his. The hot feeling of her tongue, swirling around the head of his cock. The delicious sensation of sliding into her wet almost too tight pussy.

“Earth to goalie,” said Ron.

“Huh?” asked Frank startled. “Oh sorry.”

Ron laughed. “Come on man lets go, and good luck playing with a hard on.”

Frank instinctively looked down at the massive gear he wore. “How the hell can you tell through all this gear?” Suddenly he turned redder realizing he had just walked into the trap.

Ron laughed, and Frank promptly crosschecked him to the ice. He heard a pair of girlish giggles from the stands and turned even redder. This was gonna be a long night, thought Frank as he pulled on his mask.

The game started and it was readily apparent that the balance of power had shifted. Whenever the youngsters were on the ice, the speed of the game picked up, and they were skating circles around the older guys. Defense went right out the window and it became a shooting gallery. Frank’s instincts told him that he had to play smarter to stop the assault. He noticed that one of the kids was a puck hog. If he had the puck, he wasn’t going to pass it. His two linemates, as if embarrassed by his conduct, wouldn’t shoot without making a pass first. He started playing the pass against them, and the shot against the puck hog. It worked.

He could see the frustration building when the puck hog broke a stick over the boards on his way back to the bench after Frank has stoned him for the fourth time in a row. The next shift on the ice, the kid came down on a break away and lifted a shot into the upper left corner. Frank’s glove hand shot up and over as he stretched out into a split and snagged the puck out of the air. Frank felt exhilaration as he closed the glove around the puck and tucked it away. It was one of those saves that make every kid want to play goalie. Frank suddenly remembered all the old memories, the glory days so to speak, and the feeling was nearly orgasmic. That was until he got hit.

The kid barreled into Frank, sending him sprawling across the crease. He felt his groin cry out in protest as his legs were stretched apart and his balls held on for dear life to keep from being torn in two. Frank lay there a moment, waiting for his inner thighs to stop spasming when he saw a shadow pass over him.

“Sorry about that pops,” said a sneering youthful face, “lost an edge there.”

“Whatever,” said Frank rolling over and jumping up. “Never even noticed it.”

The sneer left the kid’s face to be replaced by a haughty expression.

“Here,” said Frank flipping the puck free of his glove and landing it at the kid’s feet, “take this back with ya.”

The puck hog scowled at Frank, who stared him down, then finally turned and skated back to center ice, leaving the puck behind. Ron came over and picked up the puck. “You ok dude?”

“Not really,” said Frank wincing, “but I’m not letting him know that.”

“I think we should resurface, don’t you?”

Frank smiled. This was just what he needed, a break to recover from the hit. Ron skated over and told the benches, then ran off to get the rink manager to break out the Zamboni. Frank skated to the door and left the ice, heading to the lobby to fill his water bottle. As he bent at the water fountain, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“And you find this smell appealing?” asked Tara.

“What can I say?” said another voice he didn’t recognize. “It gets me wet.”

“See I prefer a man who doesn’t smell like he just crawled out the ass end of a rhinoceros,” replied Tara.

“You should smell it from in here!” said Frank, turning around to face the girls. Tara smiled and wrinkled her nose at him. “How you been kid?”

“Busy!” said Tara. “Finals sucked. I feel like I haven’t left my apartment for weeks.”

“Try a month,” said the blonde rolling her eyes. “She spends all night long glued to her computer. She hasn’t even been on a date in the last month.” The blonde gave Frank a sly look that told him she had heard the tale of him and Tara’s weekend. He could feel himself starting to redden again and was glad he still wore the face mask.

Tara, looking suddenly embarrassed herself, cleared her throat. “Um, Frank, this is Denae. Her boyfriend is one of the young ones out there playing with you guys and she plays for the girls’ team.”

“So,” said Frank, “you decided to come out and see how the old farts play huh?”

“Actually we thought the boys were practicing,” said Denae. “I’ve been trying to set Tara up with Ricki, but she keeps using the finals dodge. She’s out of excuses now.”

“Ah,” said Frank feigning hurt feelings, “and here I thought you came out just so see me.”

“I didn’t even know you played hockey,” said Tara a little unsure if he was kidding or not.

“I hadn’t played in 15 years until a month ago. This is all Ronnie’s idea of recapturing my youth and celebrating life.”

“Sounds like a mid-life crisis to me,” said Denae sarcastically.

“That’s what I said,” replied Frank in an I-told-you-so manner, “but he just told me to shut up and put my mask on. I have to admit though, I’m having a blast.”

“Well,” said Denae giggling, “as long as that’s not your Porsche parked outside we’ll let it slide.”

Frank busted out laughing, causing the girls to stare at him.

“Let me guess,” said Tara smiling, “that’s Ron’s Porsche isn’t it.”

“Give the future psychologist an A,” said Frank.

“Well,” said Denae looking over her shoulder, “I had better go talk to Joe. He’ll get all huffy if I don’t pay him any attention. Nice to meet you Frank.” She shot him a coy look and he saw her eyes drop briefly to his crotch. Either she was wondering how bad his groin was injured, or Tara had gone into detail about their encounter.

“So,” he said to Tara teasingly, “which one is Ricki?”

“The cute one,” she replied a bit defensively. Frank arched an eyebrow at her and she laughed. “OK, I’ll tell you as long as you promise not to get jealous and do anything stupid out there.”

“I’ll try to control myself,” he teased. He was genuinely trying to put her at ease. They’d talked about this, and he wanted her to know that everything was fine.

“I think that’s him over there, in the red.” He saw Tara gesture to the young man who had approached the gathering at the start to ask permission to join the group. He had been polite enough, and had played nice out on the ice. He was one of the passers. Frank was thankfully he wasn’t the puck hog.

He also saw Denae talking to the puck hog, and could see they were quietly arguing about something. Tara followed his gaze and sighed. “She really needs to dump his ass. He’s a real piece of work. He’s the jealous type.”

“So why’s she stay with him?” asked Frank.

“Because he’s the top scorer on the team, cute, blah blah blah. It’s quite pathetic really.” Tara smiled indulgently. “But you know how college girls can be.”

“Babe,” said Frank with a laugh, “you’re about ten minutes older than she is, remember?”

“Sometimes, I am,” she replied with a giggle, “but other times I like to act my age.”

Ron let out a shrill whistle, and Frank turned to see him motioning them back on to the ice. The puck hog pushed roughly past, turning to send an angry scowl at Frank as he passed. Frank sighed. Great, he thought, this is gonna be a long evening.

“Well kid,” he said, “back to the grind.”

“I’d give you a kiss for luck,” said Tara, “if you didn’t look like Freddy Kruger and smell like ass.”

Frank laughed and smacked her on the butt playfully with his stick.

As he turned she stopped him. “Frank, I don’t want you to think I was avoiding you, I really was busy. Now that finals are over I’d really like to get together for dinner or something. If you still want to, that is.”

“What about Ricki?” he asked with a grin.

“I have no intention of going out with him. I’m not one of these puck bunnies.”

“He seems like a nice kid. Respects his elders,” joked Frank. “You should go out with him.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Why not?” he shot back grinning.

“Uh-hum,” said Ronnie, appearing behind Frank and clearing his voice. “If the Lone Ranger is ready, we’d like to start the game now.”

Frank shoved his catch glove in Ron’s face and walked past him to the ice. He skated over to the crease with a glance back at Tara. One of his defensemen, Tom, a mailman in his late forties skated up with a broad grin.

“Must be your daughter right?” he said.

“Exactly how old do you think I am?” shot Frank back.

“Sister then?” Tom replied. “Can’t be a girlfriend. I mean, come on. Forget the fact that she a hot college girl and you’re a broken down member of the Geritol farm team. You’re a goalie.”

“Oh, piss off,” said Frank testily, squirting Tom with his water bottle.

“Yeah,” said Ronnie skating up and coming to Frank’s defense. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.”

“Oh for the love of… can we just drop the damned puck?” said Frank testily. Both Ron and Tom skated off laughing loudly.

Play commenced and Frank noticed that the puck hog, he now knew the kid’s name was Joe, seemed to be playing a lot chippier than he had in the first half. Frank’s guess was that he was pissed off at Denae about something, probably for not giving him her undivided attention between halves. Joe brought the puck into the zone, cut left, then tried to thread the puck in between Frank’s legs. Even slowed by a sore groin, he wasn’t falling for that move. Frank made the stop and covered the puck, only to have Joe’s stick clip him in the side of the head as he skated through the crease.

“What the fuck was that?” yelled Frank.

Joe threw a grin over his shoulder. “Shit happens, gramps,” he said.

Frank could see him laughing with one of the passers, and saw Ricki skate up to him with a frown on his face. Joe shrugged, and Ricki shook his head. Ronnie skated up again.

“You alright Frank?”

“I’m fine,” said Frank, “but watch him. That punk is pissy about his girlfriend right now. Don’t let him hurt someone.”

“I got it,” said Ronnie.

Two minutes later, Frank’s prediction turned into reality, but not how he expected. Joe stole the puck at center ice and broke in clear on a breakaway. Frank came out to meet him, cutting down the angle perfectly. He knew the little punk had no where to shoot, he had him. Joe wound up and fired a shot. Frank butterflied to takeaway all possible angles and the puck jumped up, ricocheting off his mask. Frank blinked and looked over his head for the puck. As he reached up to grab it with his glove, Joe lowered his shoulder and drove it right into the middle of Frank’s chest. Frank was flung back and his head slammed off the ice. Consciousness left him.

His eyes snapped open 20 seconds later to see Ronnie and another man kneeling beside him. He should know that other face, but it was too young to be one of the guys he played with. Why was he laying here? Why did his head hurt so fucking bad?

“Frank! Frank!” screamed Ronnie urgently, slapping his hands together. “Look at me!”

“Huh?” was all the reply Frank could muster.

“Relax man, relax,” said Ricki. “Just lay there.”

“Lay where. What’s the score?”

“Look Frank you took a bad hit. Just lay there and let Ricki check your neck.”

“Ricki? Ricki who?” asked Frank groggily.

“Ricki’s one of the kids from the college team who was playing with us. He’s a pre-med student and has first aid certification, so let him check you out.”

He felt hands feeling along his neck. Ricki? Ricki? That name had some meaning. “Can you move your hands? Wiggle you feet?” Asked Ricki urgently, obviously a little flustered.

Frank did so. Suddenly a thought filtered back in. “Ricki? You’re the one Denae is try to set up with Tara, right?”

Ricki looked flustered again. “Um…” was all Ricki could think to say.

“Don’t worry about that Frank,” said Ronnie. “Ricki, no stress, there’s nothing there to worry about just take care of him.”

“Look,” Ricki said. “I’m no EMT and this could be serious. I think his neck is ok, but I’m not sure. I think we should just wait for the ambulance.”

“Oh for the love of Pete,” said Frank, “I’m fine. Just a bump on the head.” With that he sat up. And just a promptly came too lying on his side, lying next to a pool of his own vomit.

“Damn it dude,” said Ricki, “don’t move. I’d say its pretty obvious you’ve got a major concussion. Just lay there and don’t fuck around. That’s not just a bump on the head.” He put a hand on Frank’s chest to restrain him, in case he was stupid enough to try that again.

Shortly there after the ambulance arrived. They stripped him of his leg pads and gloves, and then strapped him to a back board, still wearing his chest protector and mask and skates. They rolled him from the ice, with Ronnie and Ricki as escort.

As they stepped off the ice, Ricki leaned over and said, “Look Frank. I’m really sorry this happened. Joe’s, well I wish I could say he’s a great guy once you get to know him, but he’s not. He’s really just a great player with a bad attitude.”

“Not your fault Ricki, not your fault,” said Frank feebly. He saw the kid smile with relief and a thought struck him. “Look, Denae is supposed to introduce you to Tara tonight. I was supposed to take her out to dinner this week for finishing her finals, but I don’t think I’m gonna be up to it. Do me a favor and take her out somewhere nice for me.”

Ricki looked a little surprised. “Sure, I guess I can do that,” he stammered.

With that he was loaded into the ambulance. He heard the scrape of metal on metal and heard Ronnie curse.

“Ronnie stop,” he heard Tara say from somewhere outside the ambulance, “you’re going to break your ankle trying that. Just take off the skates and we’ll drive you.”

Three days later, Frank still lay in the hospital. His head still hurt, and he was still nauseous half the time. It seemed like all he could do was sleep. The doctors said that was good, even though they’d kept him up for the first 20 of those hours. He’d never had a concussion this bad before.

Ronnie had spent every evening hanging out looking miserable. He felt responsible for getting Frank into this mess. All the apologizing was wearing on Frank’s nerves and finally told him to just shut up and stop acting like an old woman. It wasn’t that big of a deal and he was gonna live. Ronnie was still a depressing companion, but at least he stopped apologizing.

Tara had come to see him once, but she was working nights now during the week for a suicide hotline type of thing. Since she’d quit stripping she had to find another job. She didn’t make as much as she had dancing, but it paid the bills and she was helping people. She said it made her happy, though Frank thought it would be a very depressing job. So her work had kept her from spending all her time with him, a fact for which Frank was very glad. She had her own life, and for some odd reason, he didn’t really want her to see him like this. It made him feel old.

Denae had come with Tara that first night, and spent 20 minutes in tears apologizing for what an asshole her boyfriend was and how bad she felt. Apparently he was pissed off because Denae had been talking to Frank instead of him and she had embarrassed him in front of his boys. Jealousy rearing its ugly head.

Now, here he lay, watching the Wild game on TV, his head still throbbing. He was alone for once, Ronnie having tickets to the game he was now watching on TV. He hadn’t wanted to go, but Frank had made him. He told Ronnie he wasn’t gonna lay here feeling guilty that Ronnie had missed the game, so he had better go for Frank’s sake. Ronnie had agreed, genuinely not wanting to make Frank feel worse, when really Frank was ecstatic to be alone for the evening. When he heard the door to the room open he sighed.

“I told you to go to the game and leave me alone,” he said exasperatedly.

“Sorry,” said Tara, “I can leave if you want, but the game is sold out.”

He turned his head a little too quickly, causing him to wince in pain. “Tara!” he exclaimed. “Sorry about that, I didn’t realize it was you. I thought it was Ronnie.”

She laughed. “Getting a little tired of having him hanging over you?”

“Yeah,” said Frank. “I know he means well, but he’s so damned depressing. I wish he’d get over feeling sorry for me.”

“He feels responsible, Frank.”

“I know,” sighed Frank. “But hey, I thought you had to work tonight.”

“I got out of it,” she said with a shrug. “I wanted to come see how you were doing.”

“Well,” he said gloomily, “feeling my age at the moment.”

Tara arched her eyebrows and looked down at him. “Frank a concussion like this doesn’t care how old you are. You’re gonna feel like shit, whether you’re 16 or 60. So stop the ‘I’m an old man’ pity party and smile. You don’t want Ron depressing you and I don’t want you depressing me.”

“Is this how you handle people on the suicide hotline?” he asked with a grin.

“If I have to.” She smiled and bent down to kiss him. The kiss was more than friendly, but wasn’t passionate, not hurried, but not lingering. She broke the kiss and pulled a chair up beside his bed. As she sat and crossed her legs, her skirt rode up exposing generous portion of her thigh. His mind traveled back to a scene in the back of a limousine. He remembered the smooth texture of her skin. The scent of strawberries and the sweet taste of her skin as his tongue glided up the inside of that creamy thigh. The tangy scent of pussy and strawberries that assailed his nose as his tongue parted the velvety lips of her…

“Frank?” he heard Tara saying.

“Huh?”

“I said what’s the score?” she repeated.

“Oh sorry,” he replied coming back to reality. “1-0 Wild.”

She adjusted her chair closer to his bed and leaned her head against his arm, taking his hand in hers. “Frank, you really are alright, aren’t you?”

“Sure,” he said. “I mean, I have a headache and all, but nothing permanent. I’ll be fine, really.” He felt a need to reassure her and squeezed her hand.

“Frank,” she started, “listen let’s deal with this right now and get it out of the way. I know your head hurts and this might be selfish of me to try to ease my mind, but I think it’s better to just get this done.”

“Okay,” said Frank warily, “what’s on your mind kid?” He was terrified suddenly that she was going to tell him she was falling for him. He wasn’t ready for that and his mind started racing through scenarios, things he could say to let her down without hurting her.

“Well, you see I really care about you. I mean I think about that night all the time. It was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had.” She smiled shyly, not meeting his eyes. “I daresay that was the first time I’ve ever been that turned on or came that hard. It was almost like my first time in many ways.”

Frank groaned and his head started to throb. He couldn’t deal with this right now, he couldn’t think straight.

“Frank, I don’t want to hurt you, but you have to understand something and I believe that honesty is the best way to handle this.” She looked up into his eyes a pained look on her face. “I’m not in love with you.”

“Huh?” said Frank, fear no replaced with confusion. “Would you repeat that?”

“I don’t love you Frank. I care a lot for you and want to be your friend, and maybe even your lover, but I’m not in love with you.”

“That’s what I though you said,” replied Frank, “but I thought it might just be the concussion making me hear things. Okay, so you don’t love me? And why are you telling me this?”

“Because we need to be clear.” Tara’s voice was almost pleading with him to understand. “Frank, I want to be here for you because I want to be your friend. I don’t want you to get the wrong impression and get feelings for me that I can’t return.”

“So you’re giving me the ‘we can still be friends’, speech?” Frank was relieved. He was terrified she’d fallen for him. He had to chuckle at the arrogance of that thought.

“Look Frank, it’s not you, it’s me,” she said trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. “I’m just not…” She broke off when she saw his staring at her, mouth open.

“You did not just say that did you?” Frank said with a chuckle. “As brilliant as you are, the best you could come up with is, its not you, its me?”

“Frank,” she said on the verge of tears, “this isn’t easy, okay? I don’t want to hurt you but I don’t want to lead you on and hurt you more.” Tears began to flow slowly down her face.

Now he felt bad for teasing her. He pulled her up to him and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her head to his chest. “I’m sorry Tara. Look its okay, I understand and I’m fine. Relieved in fact.”

She looked up at him. “You are?”

“Hell yeah,” Frank exclaimed, “I was scared for a minute there that you were gonna tell me the opposite. That you were falling in love with me. I was sitting here trying to figure out how to tell you what you just told me without breaking your heart.”

Tara breathed a sigh of relief, and then chuckled. “So you’re not in love with me? You’re not going to read more into me caring about you than there really is?”

“Love you?” asked Frank smiling. “I can hardly stand you. Heck the only reason I even let you come in here today is because you’ve got better legs than Ronnie. Oh, and that thing you do with your tongue.”

“Okay, okay, so the joke’s on me,” she said. “I guess it was a little arrogant the think you would fall for me.”

“Not really,” he said brushing a tear from her cheek. “You’re a sexy, alluring, brilliant young woman. In a different place, in a different time, say a decade ago, I probably would have fallen for you pretty hard. I would imagine you’ve got a track record of guys who fall for you on sight and start throwing themselves at you.”

“Yeah,” she said seriously, “I have. And it hurts every time I have to break one of their hearts, but I’m just not ready for that. I haven’t found what I really want, yet. I just couldn’t break your heart. I couldn’t handle having you tell me that your life would be over, that you’d kill yourself if you couldn’t have me.”

“Excuse me,” said Frank, “but now you are being arrogant. Kill myself if I couldn’t have you?”

“Too dramatic?” she asked. “I guess it’s too many suicide hotline calls.”

“Alright.” Frank gave her another hug. “You know Tara, has anyone ever told you that you think too much?”

She smiled again. “Yeah I get that a lot. I’m sorry Frank, I mean; I know we talked about this months ago. It’s just that with finals and us not seeing each other, and then you getting hurt and I really wanted to be here for you. I guess I just saw all the things that could go wrong. I meant what I said about you being special to me. You always will be. Those two nights with you were, well let’s just say I felt like I was in one of those dirty romance novels. I mean I didn’t think sex could really be that way.”

“You’ve dated too many college boys,” said Frank reprovingly.

“Ain’t that the truth,” she said rolling her eyes.

“So does this mean you are swearing off the youngsters and looking for an older man?” he teased.

“Have you decided to switch to college co-eds?” she shot back.

“I’m keeping my options open,” he replied.

“Me too,” she said with a wicked little grin.

“Okay so like you say, just friends?” he asked. “You know, I think I could live with that.”

“No Frank,” she said, leaning back over him and kissing his lips again, “not just friends. I did mention lovers in there. I may not want to get tied into a relationship, at least not in the traditional sense of the word, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. I’d be crazy to turn down and invitation to another night of the best sex I’ve ever had. If an invitation were offered, that is.”

“Not at the moment,” Frank said regretfully. “To follow along with your colorful use of clichés, ‘not tonight honey, I have a headache.’”

She laughed and caressed his cheek. He reached up and pulled her to him to kiss her and her cinnamon colored hair cascaded over his face. He caught another whiff of the strawberry scented shampoo, and memories assailed him once more. He remembered the lap dance she had given him, her strawberry scented hair caressing his face like crimson corn silk. He kissed her deeply and passionately, remembering the way she had ground against his swollen cock desperate to relieve her tension. Her tongue penetrated his mouth eagerly and he savored the sweetness of her lips, and he remembered how she hand clamped her mouth on his fingers while she rode his waist. He recalled how her movements had force his cock to grow large, more engorged than it had ever before, stretching the tender skin to the point of agony. She broke the kiss, catching her breath.

“Wow,” she said, “that was fast.”

Frank suddenly realized that she had been rubbing his crotch through the sheets. He prick was now fully erect and stuck up making his hospital bed look like an obscene circus tent. “Well,” he said with a chuckle, “you have that effect on me.”

She giggled girlishly, and his cock spasmed at the sound.

“Seriously though Tara,” he said regretfully, “I’m in no condition to exert myself. Shit I can’t even turn my head without getting dizzy.”

“Then don’t exert yourself. Just watch the game.” Frank stared at her as she turned back to the TV and sat back in her chair. The little tease was gonna leave him like this.

“You do realize that in about a week, you’re gonna pay for that, don’t you?” asked Frank threateningly.

“I certainly hope so,” she said matter-of-factly.

He couldn’t help but smile. Thankful that his worst fear hadn’t come to pass, he sat up trying to make his hard on a little less obvious, and started to watch the game.

“So,” he asked,”did Ricki take you out?”

“Yes,” she said with an exasperated expression, “you bastard! I had it all planned, the perfect way to get out of it! I was all set to tell him that I couldn’t because I had to be there at your bedside in case you needed me, but no! You had to go and tell him to take me out and make it sound like some personal favor to you. The poor sap made it sound like he’d made a promise to a dying man!”

Frank exploded into laughter.

“It’s not funny, damn you!” exclaimed Tara, smacking Frank in the thigh. “The poor kid felt horrible about what happened and said you told him how important it was for me to celebrate finals being over and how your only worry was that you couldn’t take me out.”

“Oh gawd, no,” Frank said laughing, “he didn’t say that did he?”

“Yes he did,” said Tara starting to laugh herself. “The sad part is the poor guy was serious, it wasn’t a line.”

“Damn, I only told him that so he wouldn’t feel bad asking you out,” said Frank. “I didn’t mean it to be a set up for you.”

“Oh that’s okay,” said Tara, “I forgive you. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Really?” asked Frank excitedly, trying to mimic Denae’s over excited tone. “Did he take you somewhere nice? Is he a good kisser? How is he in the sack? Is his dick bigger than mine?”

Tara laughed again. “Do you really want the answers to those questions?”

Frank stopped laughing and considered for a second. “Yeah. I’m your friend after all and I really would like to know how your date went. I’m not the jealous type and I have no hold on you, as you went to such lengths to point out to me tonight. You don’t have to tell me if his dick is bigger than mine though.”

Tara giggled. “Okay, well let’s just say the poor boy was in way over his head. Denae gave him pointers.”

Frank groaned. He could only imagine.

“Exactly,” said Tara. “First he took me to La’ Torno’s.”

“Nice restaurant,” said Frank.

“Sure, if you know French. So I order for us, which is a big blow to his ego, but I tried to play it off as no big deal. It’s not like Denae warned him. So the poor kid is already freaked out because he’s out on a date with grad student, 4 years older than him, and the restaurant he took her to trying to impress her just blew up in his face.

“So there we sit, trying to make conversation, and all the Ricki can talk about is hockey. I mean, he’s not stupid, he’s a pre-med student for crying out loud. It’s just that it’s his comfort zone and when you are in a stressful social situation, you tend to stick to your comfort zones when making conversation.”

“OK Dr. Tara,” Frank said, “I get the picture.”

“Not yet you don’t. So there we sit. He’s blown the French thing and he’s smart enough to know that talking about hockey isn’t gonna get himself anywhere with a woman of my intellect.”

Frank groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Well,” Tara said innocently, “let’s be honest about this. So there I sit, trying to help him salvage his ego, when up walks Esmeralda and a couple other girls from the club and…what?”

Frank turned red at the mention of Esmeralda’s name, and Tara had noticed. “Nothing he said, just a hot flash I guess.”

“Menopause?” she quipped. “She asked how you were, Frank. Is there something I should know about? A story about this month’s ex-husband’s night at the club perhaps?”

“No, not really,” stammered Frank. Tara’s eyes boar into him and her eyebrows arched. “Well maybe a little one, but for another time.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” she said, licking her lips in anticipation. “Anyway, so here she comes over and says hi. She then introduces me to her friends as one of the girls she used to work with at the club.”

“Uh-oh,” said Frank, “she didn’t.”

“She sure as shit did. Now, it took a minute for Gretzky to figure it out, but when he did you could see the gears turning in his head. Now Frank, there are two types of guys out there. There’s the ones who find out you are or used to be a stripper and they instantly think, cool I can score! She’s a slut! Then there’s the other kind that get paranoid, like she’s a stripper, how am I gonna measure up to all those guys she’s danced for. The whole small dick syndrome.”

“What about the third type who get offended by the fact that you took your clothes off for money and storms out?” asked Frank as if being helpful.

“Those are a mythical creature, they don’t exist,” she shot back. “I guess I forgot those guys who turn out to be gay, but their only problem is trying to figure out how to ask to borrow your heels. But back to the story. Any guesses which one our boy is?”

“I gather he didn’t try to borrow your heels?”

“No, he turned into a scared rabbit. Now Frank you know that guys stare at me everywhere I go because I’m gorgeous, right?”

“Arrogant,” he said. “Remember, we talked about this?”

“I was wearing my red dress Frank,” she said huskily.

“Okay,” said Frank, feeling his cock twitch again in memory of that dress, “I’ll retract my statement.”

“Well, I could just tell that every time a guy looked at me, he started wondering whether or not the guy recognized me from the club. The dumbass didn’t realize that he was sitting at a table with the hottest girl in the restaurant and every guy was wishing they were him.” She paused. “No comment on arrogance?”

“No I was just laying here wishing I was Ricki for a minute,” he said.

Tara rolled her eyes and continued. “So we get the check and…”

“Please Tara, for the love of Pete; please tell me he had enough money to cover the check.” Frank was looking at the ceiling wondering what else could go wrong with this date.

“Oh yeah, he was fine there,” she laughed. “At least Denae warned him how expensive it was. So we leave and he takes me home. I’ll give him credit, he was very respectful, a real gentlemen. Opened the car door, pushed in my chair, and walked me to my door. I felt bad for him because he really it a nice guy, just young. So I figured I should at least give him a goodnight kiss.” She paused a moment for dramatic effect.

“And?” prompted Frank.

“And it could have been worse, but it wasn’t great. He’s cute and he’s got a nice butt, but he was too scared to really enjoy the kiss. It was almost like he was taking an exam.”

Frank laughed. “Sounds like he failed.”

“Even if I had wanted to sleep with him,” said Tara seriously, “he had premature ejaculation written all over him. Once in three weeks was enough.”

“Excuse me?” asked Frank, his eyes widening. Clamped her hands over her mouth and it was obvious she hadn’t meant to say that.

“Nothing,” she said after a pause, “just something I was working on from psyche class.”

“Really? And what was the name of this guy from psyche class you were working on.”

“Um,” Tara said stalling, “how about we talk about that at another time.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” said Frank mimicking her earlier response and slowly licking his lips.

Tara groaned.

“So you sent the poor boy packing with a hard on and shattered ego?”

“Yeah,” she said, “I’m afraid I did. I feel bad too, because he really was a nice guy. Just not my type.”

“Born in your decade, you mean?” asked Frank teasingly.

“Something like that,” said Tara a naughty look in her eyes.

Frank looked up at the TV. “Now see what you did,” he scolded, “we missed the whole first period.”

“Ah,” she said pouting, “I’m sorry. Can I make it up to you?” She smiled at him coyly and slid her hand under the covers of his bed. “So did they make you wear the robe with the open back?”

“Maybe.” Frank threw his head back as she slid her hand under his gown and drug her nails lightly up his balls. He moaned as her hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. Blood rushed to engorge his cock bringing it to life.

“Damn I love the feeling of you growing in my hand,” Tara said huskily.” I want to see it!” She then reached out and threw the sheet from his body, exposing his rigid cock to the world. Frank threw a glance at the door and Tara laughed. Rising from her chair she walked over and pulled the curtain around his bed, just in case someone walked in.

“Now just let me look at you,” she said. She walked to the foot of his bed and licked her lips. “Gorgeous. Both you and that cock of yours.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” said Frank. His head ache was totally forgotten.

He watched as Tara’s hands crawled up her body to cup her full breasts. For the first time he noticed she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were threatening to rip from the thin t-shirt she wore. “Frank, do you know how many times in the last two months I’ve lay in bed touching myself, thinking of you?”

Frank looked into her eyes, which burned with lust. “I’d lay there thinking about how agonizingly slow you fucked me on the couch and I’d just sit there teasing myself for hours.” Frank watched in shock as Tara lifted her skirt until it bunched around her waist, exposing the sheer blue panties she wore. Frank could see that they were soaked to transparency. She ran her hand back and forth across her soaking pussy.

With one hand she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her pussy to his hungry eyes. He could see that her lips were red and swollen with her excitement, the same as his cock. “Other times, I’d think back to the limo and use my finger, teasing my pussy and stroking my clit, just like your tongue did. I’d remember how you made me cum so hard that my world spun round.” She leaned back against the wall and spread propped a leg up on his bed. Slowly she stroked her finger up and down her slit and circling her clit. When she ran two fingers over her lips and spread her engorged lips, Franks could see a trickle of pussy juice run from her lips. Frank’s cock twitched again and he couldn’t resist reaching out and stroking his cock slowly.

“Damn baby,” said Tara breathlessly, “that is so hot. But don’t strain yourself.” She let out a low growl and slid a fingertip past her oily lips.

“And sometimes,” she said closing her eyes and licking her lips again, “I’d think about being on my knees in front of my door with that gorgeous cock jammed down my throat.” Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she violently ripped the panties from her body. “I’d think about the look on your face, how you’d been left right at the brink. How hot you looked and how hot it felt to know you were totally in my control.”

Tara slid two fingers all the way into her hot pussy and started to rhythmically fuck herself. She dropped the torn panties and started to rub her clit with her other hand. “I’d get so hot thinking about it that I would fuck myself senseless. Thinking about taking you all the way down my throat and the feeling of your hot cum splashing across my face and down over my tits. The sweet taste of your cum in my mouth and the feeling of it running over my tongue. Did you know I came just from feeling you cum?”

All Frank could do was shake his head, his mouth open, hand wrapped around his cock.

“But none of that,” she said lustily, “I mean none of that comes even close to getting me as hot as standing her with my hand buried in my pussy watching you stroke that monster prick of yours.”

“Then cum for me,” said Frank matter-of-factly.

“Huh?” said Tara a bit confused. This was her game.

“You heard me,” said Frank licking his lips. “Cum for me. This is absolutely the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. Watching you stand there, fingering that sweet slick little pussy of yours. If I can’t fuck you till you scream, I still want to see you cum.”

Two can play at this game. “Ok Frank, if that’s what you want. But you have to promise not to cum. At least not until you can cum in my mouth.”

“Deal,” said Frank. He let go of his cock and put his hands behind his head, getting comfortable.

Tara threw her head back and jammed her fingers deeper into her hot cunt. Frank could see her engorged lips suck at her fingers as she plunged them in and out. Her other finger circled her clit faster and faster. She started to moan, chewing her lower lip. “Damn baby, you’ve got me so hot. I’m gonna cum for you.” She threw her head back and her moaning got louder.

“You better be quiet baby,” said Frank, “or someone’s gonna hear you.”

“I can’t help it Frank,” she whined, “I’m gonna scream.”

She leaned forward sharply, taking her fingers from her pussy and grabbing the bed frame. Her other hand furiously worked her clit and her body started to spasm. She looked up into his eyes. “I know!”

She quickly moved forward and jammed his cock all the way down her throat until his balls jammed against her chin. Frank felt her throat contract as she gagged around his girth and she backed off and tried to relax. Tara looked up into his eyes, her hand still furiously working her clit and her mouth full with his cock. She sucked ferociously on the head of his prick and her eyes closed. It took about five seconds before her eyes snapped open. She locked eyes with Frank and he could feel her scream around his cock as her orgasm took her.

Frank stared at her, drinking in the sexy erotic scene before him. She shook for about 20 seconds until orgasm finally subsided. She moaned around his dick, and wrapped a hand around the shaft. Without saying a word, she slowly started to work her mouth and hand up and down his shaft. Looking into his for a few seconds before closing them and concentrating on sucking his prick.

Wordlessly she removed her hand from her pussy and moved it up to his mouth. Frank eager took the soaked fingers, sucking the delicious juices from them. When he had licked them clean he looked down to see her watching him. “More,” he said licking his lips. She let out a moan and moved her hand down back to her pussy. She closed her eyes, working her fingers slowly for a few seconds before bringing them back to Frank’s mouth. She moaned again as he took them back into his mouth and sucked her dripping fingers clean of her sweet juices. When he had finished he raise a questioning eyebrow.

“Uh-uh,” she said giving his shaft a long lick, “It’s your turn.” With that she reached a hand down and squeezed his balls firmly. She slowly worked her hand up and down his shaft, sucking fiercely, swirling her tongue around his head. She closed her eyes and slowly worked him to a frenzy. His breathing quickened and he reached out and grabbed a handful of her satiny red hair.

She withdrew her mouth and continued to pump his cock slowly in her fist. She gave him a long lick, from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. “Time to cum baby,” she said throwing him a naughty smile.

She dropped her mouth once more and engulfed his rigid cock. She pumped up and down, fucking him with her hand and her luscious mouth while he other hand massaged his aching balls. He pace quickened and Frank could feel his cock begin to grow even larger. She let his cock free from her mouth with a pop.

“Are you close Frank?” she asked slyly.

“What do you think,” he said testily.

“Cum in my mouth Frank,” said Tara huskily. “Please Frank, I want to taste you. Fill my mouth with your sweet hot cum baby. Please?”

“Anything Tara,” he said, “anything you want.”

With that she once more engulfed him in her mouth. Planting both hands on his hips she ferociously deep throated his cock, fucking him forcefully with her mouth. He watched as his cock drove deeply into her throat and he felt his balls tighten. Tara looked up into his eyes, sensing his orgasm, letting out a low hum of pleasure and desire.

The sensation was all he needed to push him over the edge. He clenched his teeth to keep from screaming and his back arched, forcing his hips eagerly toward her mouth. Tara’s eye’s rolled back in pleasure as the first shot of cum splashed across the roof of her mouth. She moaned in pleasure and pulled out until just the head of his cock clenched firmly in her lips. She sucked intently on the head while her hand pumped up and down his cock, her other hand milking his balls. He filled her mouth with so much cum that she couldn’t hold it all and a bit ran out and down the length of his shaft. Her throat worked furiously as she tried to swallow all of his seed, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Tara opened her throat and took him balls deep into her mouth. She continued to swallow, milking one last shot of cum from his cock which trickle right down her throat. Frank’s body relaxed and Tara continued her suction, making sure she had sucked him dry. Taking his cock from her mouth, she looked up and him and slowly licked the remnants of his cum from the shaft of his cock, cleaning him until his member glistened with her saliva.

“Holy shit, Tara,” said Frank breathlessly. “I’ve never been with a woman who loved to have a guy cum in her mouth like that.”

“What can I say baby,” she said in that deep husky voice, “you have the sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted.”

Frank arched an eyebrow. “Seriously,” she said, “I’m not kidding. I’ve never been squeamish about it, I mean if a guys willing to taste me, I should taste him. That said, I’ve never craved it before. But you,” she paused and gave his cock one more long lick, “I just crave it from you.”

“You sure you aren’t just a hot young co-ed who loves sex?

Tara laughed, “Not hardly. I like sex just fine, but it’s not like it is with you. It’s like a Harlequin Romance Porn novel or something.”

“Maybe you have a split personality disorder,” teased Frank.

“Or maybe you just bring out my inner slut,” she said. “Every woman has one, you know.”

“I’ve always respected that.”

He pulled her up to him and they shared an intense and passionate kiss that seemed to last forever, her hand still clasped around his semi hard cock.

Too engrossed in their own world, Frank and Tara didn’t see the shadow lurking behind the screen. Just inside the curtain, Denae stood, one hand held over her mouth, the other slid down the front of her jeans. She had quietly crept in, not wanting to disturb Frank if he were sleeping, and peeked around the screen to find Tara masturbating with Frank’s dick buried in her throat.

Denae had told him about Frank, about how big his dick was, but she seeing it for real was amazing. She’d seen bigger in magazine and such, but not in real life. She looked at Tara, and found herself wishing she were in her position. Tara looked gorgeous, that amazing cock sliding between her lips with an obscenely wet slurping sound.

Too turned on to resist, Denae fumbled with the top two buttons of her jeans and shoved her hand inside. She frantically rammed two fingers in and out of her now wet pussy and ground her palm against her hard little clit. When Tara practically begged him to cum in her mouth, Denae’s knees nearly buckled. She slid clamped a hand over her mouth to stop the moans that were building as her orgasm took hold. She reached her peak just as Frank arched his back, filling Tara’s pretty mouth with his hot cum.

She rode out her orgasm, watching her friend lick the trickle of sperm from his glistening cock. As she listened to Tara describe how sweet his seed was, she felt her pussy spasm once more and another mini orgasm washed over her. She watched as their lips locked and was struck by the intense passion of the kiss. Quietly she slunk from the room, forgetting to button her jeans.

She entered the elevator and pushed the down button. Her finger slid across the button, still wet from her juices. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked at her luscious juices. The sweet taste of her pussy juice brought her thoughts back to what Tara had said about Frank’s cum being sweet. She imagined him filling her mouth with that sweet cum and couldn’t resist sliding her hand back inside her jeans.

When the elevator reached the ground floor, she whimpered at being interrupted. She frantically ran to her car, fumbling with her keys. As she brushed the hair out of her eyes, she caught a whiff of her musky sent on her fingers. She wondered what would be sweeter, Frank’s cum or that sweetness of pussy. A vision of Frank and Tara, with her in the middle, washed over her, and she whimpered again. She had to get home fast. There was a vibrator with her name on it!

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