My Muse Peggy

I had started working in the shipping and receiving department of a small factory a few months earlier and became good friends with my co-worker, Sam. There were a lot of days when we weren't too busy and if it was nice, we would sit out back and get high.

On one of those days, Sam asked if I would go out with him and a couple of girls. It had been months since I had gotten my dick wet, so I immediately said yes. Then the questions started gelling in mind, like "who."

"Cherise and her girlfriend Peggy," said Sam.

Sam had talked about Cherise since the day I met him. He was obviously in love with her, but I don't think the feeling was mutual. They had dated on and off and I got the feeling she just wasn't that interested in him.

The other warning flag in my head was why did he ask me. Sam had been friends with this large group of characters since kindergarten. I met some of them once at a bar. So why ask me when he had all these other people to ask.

The question I asked: "Is she hot."

"No," said Sam.

"Is she ugly or fat?"

"No, she's rather plain but I think you'll like her. When was the last time you were laid?"

Friday night I headed over to Sam's place. He had a small apartment above a liquor store. We headed over to the bar where we were going to meet Cherise and Peggy. Cherise was hot, easily the prettiest girls in the bar and all dolled up. Peggy was as Sam described her, rather plain, maybe a little overweight with not a bit of make-up. Almost the opposite of Cherise.

We weren't at the bar long before Sam wanted to leave so we all headed back to his place to smoke some dope. Sam and Cherise disappeared into his room a few minutes after we got there leaving Peggy and me sitting on the couch. We were making some small talk until Peggy leaned over and kissed me. Then it was a mad flurry as we removed each other's clothes. Underneath her sweatshirt Peggy was hiding some nice tits and braless. We undid each other's pants, and they were soon around our ankles. I liked Peggy's shaved pussy, and I could already see moisture forming on her lips. Peggy pulled my pants and underwear while holding onto my hardening cock.

"When was the last time you got laid," she asked?

I was embarrassed by her question and more embarrassed about my answer, but I admitted it had been a long time.

Peggy smiled and took my cock into her mouth. God she was good, or maybe it was just so long but either way I wasn't going to last long. I tried warning her I was going to come but she just quickened her pace. Not only that she was desperately trying to work all of my cock into her mouth. When her nose touched my belly, I warned her again, but she didn't stop. As I started coming, she just started sucking harder. It felt like she was sucking my come right out of my balls. No one had swallowed my come before and no one had taken me that deep into her mouth.

Peggy sat up on the couch next to me, still holding onto my softening cock.

"That was fun," she said, "but I think it's time you returned the favor."

I took the hint and started working my way down her body. I loved her tits and had some fun with them before sliding down to her pussy. She was wet, maybe wetter than any girl I licked before. I really didn't have a whole lot of experience, but Peggy guided my head to where she wanted to be licked. She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing when she stopped me.

I looked up and she said, "Put your finger in my ass."

So, I did. I never did that before but how complicated could it be. Peggy began moving her ass and pussy back and forth, forcing my finger deeper into her ass and grinding her pussy onto my tongue. She let out a guttural moan, began shaking and then pushed my face away. I lay back on the floor, trying to get off my knees when I thought Peggy was coming down to join me. But instead, she straddled me and guided my cock into her pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto my cock and when I was all the way in, she started moaning and shuddering. We fucked in every position I ever heard of and a couple of new ones. I think Peggy came four more times before I felt myself getting ready to come.

I was on top fucking her when the birth control question popped into my head, and I stopped.

She looked up at me, read my mind and said, "don't stop, I'm on birth control."

A few minutes later I started coming and Peggy began moaning and shuddering.

We ended up falling asleep on the sofa and somewhere during the night, a naked Cherise was covering us with a blanket. I was thinking Cherise had a perfect body.

Not that I've had a lot of one-night stands, but I always found the mornings awkward. This one was more awkward because I wasn't at my house or her house. After taking turns in the bathroom, Sam announced that he had to take Cherise home and then to work.

Peggy and I decided to walk down the street to a greasy spoon for breakfast. I was looking at the menu and trying to calculate how much cash I had when Peggy read my mind again.

"Don't worry about money, I work here, and everything will be comped."

Over breakfast we told each other about ourselves. Peggy's mother had been a model, not a supermodel or anything like that and her father was a photographer. They both drank themselves out of the business and divorced about a dozen years ago. She was proud to say her father had been sober for ten years although she did not see him often. Her mom mostly waitressed.

I told her my parents were older, it was the second marriage for both, and I was their only child. Both my parents had children from their prior marriages, and I had nieces and nephews. My dad was a long-distance truck driver while my mom was a clerk in a supermarket.

I asked what her long-term plans were, and she said she didn't have any. I was surprised, I mean she was only twenty. Before I could follow-up she asked about my plans and I started telling her I was going to college at night to get my accounting degree, but money was tight, and I would probably be thirty before I was done.

After breakfast, we went back to Sam's place and took a shower. We never got our clothes back on before we were fucking again. Before we started, Peggy handed me a tube of Vaseline. I've read enough porn stories to know where she wanted me to use it. This time went I went down on her clean pussy; I lubed up my thumb and started to work it into her ass. Like a repeat of last night, she had her hands wrapped around my head as she ground her clit against my tongue, she moaned and shuddered, followed by several more moans, an 'oh my god,' and then leg shaking shudder until she pushed my face way.

Peggy was laying back on the couch still moaning and 'oh my gods' as I sat on the floor watching her. I don't think I ever satisfied a woman like that before although it was probably mostly Peggy's steering that satisfied her. I was lost in thought when she straddled me again, guided my cock into her pussy and began a slow fuck. She began playing with her titties, pulling and pinching her nipples.

We were fucking like that when Sam came in. He had a clear view of Peggy's nakedness, and it was obvious what we were doing. Peggy knew he was there but didn't seem to mind. They made eye contact, and I thought for a moment that Sam was going to come over. It looked like Peggy shook her head and Sam went into his room. In my mind, Sam was looking for a threesome and Peggy told him no.

We both came and immediately fell asleep on the couch. I felt Peggy getting up and then I realized she was leaving. She gave me a wave. That was not what I expected, maybe a kiss goodbye or her phone number. The wave left me dumbfounded and that's the way I drove home.

On Monday I asked Sam for more details about Peggy.

Sam said, "Peggy has had a really hard home life. Both her parents were raging alcoholics. Her father disappeared years ago but still keeps in contact with her. Her mother waitresses at a bar that's more of a strip club on Friday nights. There have been rumors for years that she is more of a prostitute then a waitress. I knew some older guys from school who said the three of them bought the mom's services as a graduation present. They also said they asked the mom if they could fuck Peggy too. The mom said okay and they spent the morning taking turns with Peggy. I believe the part about her mother whoring but their story sounds like high school bull shit."

"Have you fucked her?"

Sam looked at me for a long moment, you could see the wheels turning in his head, and then finally he said, "The short answer is yes, but realize that there is a large group of us that have been friends since preschool. Everybody has dated everybody and most of those people have fucked each other. There were times when it caused a lot of hate and fist fights broke out. And that's the reason there are some members of our group we haven't seen in years."

I wanted to ask Sam if he was going to try and join in when Peggy and I were fucking in the living room, but I decided I didn't want to know the answer.

The following weekend I took Peggy out to a movie, and we went back to Sam's place and fucked the night away. When we were done, she politely said she had to leave, got dressed and walked out the door.

It was probably two weeks after the movie that Sam invited me to a house party in his neighborhood. He thought Cherise might go and he had no idea what Peggy was doing. I said yes anyway. This was a house party like no other. The parents of the guy hosting the party had moved out leaving the house to their kid who they couldn't stand and who they felt was a bad influence on their younger children.

We entered through the kitchen where there was a crowd of people gathered around the kitchen table shooting up. Somebody said it was heroin when they offered me the needle. I politely declined. Sam didn't but not until he did a quick tour looking for Cherise. It was the first time I noticed the track marks on his arms. Hell, everyone at the table had track marks, you could barely find a patch of unblemished skin on the host's arms.

Sam quickly slid into the heroin nods, so I grabbed a beer and started exploring the house, hoping to find Peggy. It was a strange group of people. There was this huge albino guy called ghost, and another huge guy called skull because of a large scar around his neck. It looked like he had tried to hang himself. Everybody who wasn't shooting up was smoking pot, either joints or bongs.

I found Peggy in a small sitting room towards the front of the house. She was standing between two guys; one had her sweatshirt pulled up and was mauling her tits. The other guy had his hand under her skirt and her panties were around her knees. They were taking turns kissing her as she stroked their cocks through their pants. I watched for a few minutes, stupidly wondering if this was consensual. The two guys began pushing Peggy to her knees. As they were doing so, she made eye contact with me and gave me a smile. The she turned her attention to the two cocks in front of her. I watched her taking turns sucking off the two men for a few minutes and then went into the other room to find a beer and join the pot smokers.

The scene with Peggy had me disturbed but I didn't know why. We barely knew each other; we spent a weekend fucking each other's brains out and one date. But then she left with barely a goodbye. If you could call her wave a "goodbye." I found Sam again who had passed out where I left him earlier and I decided to leave. As I was walking out the door, Peggy grabbed my arm and asked me to walk her home. Once outside she held my arm like any lovers walking in the evening.

We were a couple of blocks away from the party when I said, "I'm a little confused."

"Are you judging me? You have no right!"

I sensed she was getting ready to start preaching and I interrupted her. "Before we even get to tonight, can I ask you about the first weekend. I thought we hit it off pretty good, I mean the sex was great but then you left without a goodbye."

"What, just because I let you fuck me, I'm obligated to give you a warm kiss goodbye and my phone number?"

This conversation was not going anywhere I had hoped and meekly said, "I would have liked that." I steered her to a bench, and we sat down.

"Listen, I was just trying to do Sam and Cherise a favor last weekend hoping they could reconnect. You're a nice guy, a good-looking nice guy just as Sam described. But nice guys don't bring girls like me home to meet their mothers and I'm okay with that. I'm glad you walked in on me with those two guys tonight so you could see for yourself before you made a mistake."

I was waiting for her to continue, and I realized she was crying. I did what any gentleman would do, I put my arm around her, pulled her close and she nestled her head on my shoulder. Then the floodgates really opened.

We sat there for what seemed like a long time, every time I thought she was settling down she would start sobbing again. Her tears had soaked through my shirt. I wanted to say something, but nothing would gel in my head. We just sat there while I rubbed her back as she cried.

All of a sudden, she stopped and sat up. She looked at my shirt with a look of horror on her face. Then she stood up and started to leave but I grabbed her hand.

"Oh no, please don't walk away from me again."

"What, are you going to be my knight in shining armor?"

"I don't think I could be anyone's knight in armor, but I could be your friend."

"Oh, friends with benefits?"

"How about we forget last two weekends and just start out as friends and see where that takes us."

She stared at me as I held her hands. I expected her to run away. Instead, she looked at my shirt.

"I ruined your shirt," she said. "My house is right over there, let me get you something else to wear."

As we walked to her house, I held her hand. She looked at our hands and smiled. I think it was the first time I truly saw her smile and I realized I could fall in love with that smile. Her whole face lit up.

She saw me smiling and said, "what?"

"You are beautiful when you smile."

Peggy started crying again and she placed her head on my other shoulder as I pulled her close.

In between sobs she said, "only my father has told me I'm beautiful when I smile, and he hasn't said that in years. Who the fuck are you to come into my life like this, tell me I'm beautiful and let me cry on your shoulder, especially after seeing me suck off two guys."

"Maybe I just want to be a friend."

"You should run away now, you don't know how many mistakes I've made, how fucked up my life is, so many things that can't be undone."

"Why don't we grab a cup of coffee, and you can tell me."

She looked at my shirt and said, "Your shirt is covered with my snot, and I can imagine what my eyes look like. Let's go to my house and I'll give you a shirt and make you a cup of coffee."

Peggy lived on the third floor of an apartment building that was barely standing. We entered through the living room with some rundown furniture. Peggy dashed over and shut the door to what I assumed was her mother's room that had clothes and liquor bottles everywhere. Then she took me into her room to find me a sweatshirt. It looked like a little girl's room with pink curtains and bedspread. A handful of ancient stuffed animals on her dresser and posters of old teen heart throbs. It was incredibly neat and a complete juxtaposition to the woman I recently saw on her knees sucking off two men.

We sat down at the kitchen table to drink our coffee and Peggy wanted to know what Sam told me about her.

"I would rather hear it from you," I said.

"Why, so you could feel sorry for me and be my knight in shining armor?"

"You told me I should run away, that you've made too many mistakes, too many things that can't be undone and we came here so we could discuss those mistakes."

"I didn't say anything about a discussion. But you should go first."

I was tempted to say I didn't make any mistakes, but instead I said, "As I said, I am the product of a one-night fling between my mother and father who was her boss at the time. They were both married to other people and had children. My father wanted my mother to get an abortion, but she refused. Their spouses found out about the affair and divorced them. They were hated by everybody involved. My father's children haven't spoken to him since and he's never met his grandchildren. My mother's two daughters went years without speaking to her and she only recently met her grandchildren."

"Maybe not the worst part, but someone told their company, and they were both promptly fired. They were both broke, barely able to live let alone the support payments. They decided to get married, which was a big mistake. My father resented my mother's decision not to have an abortion, losing his $200,000 a year job and forced to live in a slum. He took a job as a long-distance truck driver, and we hardly see him. My parents barely talk to each other when he's home. And I'm sure every time he looks at me, he is reminded of all the things he lost. Your turn."

"My parents met when my mother was on a modeling gig and my father was the photographer. I don't want to oversell it, this wasn't the cover of Vogue or anything like that. They fell in love, got married and had me. I think the drinking started first and then somebody cheated on somebody, and they divorced. Drinking is death to a model's career and the modeling opportunities disappeared. It didn't help my father either, but he sobered up shortly after the divorce. For some reason my mother slapped him with a restraining order, so I don't get to see him much. She throws away any letters or presents he sends."

"My mom ended up "waitressing" at a strip club the next town over. She would always come home with a different guy, and I would hear them fucking. In the morning, I would be eating breakfast across from some stranger who was usually checking out my tits. One of those guys asked me if I was going to be a whore like my mother and if so, I should give him a call. I think I was twelve at the time. And then everything made sense, all the men parading through the apartment, my mother's lack of clothing when they were there, the landlord pulling up his fly when I came home from school."

"The worst was when she sold my virginity to some guy for $1,000 when I was 18. They woke me up in the middle of the night, stripped off my clothes and my mother held my legs apart as he fucked me. She was so drunk she didn't remember it the next morning. The other event I'm sure Sam told you about was the high school seniors who chipped in and bought a night with my mother. In the morning, they offered my mother $500 dollars if they could gang bang me and she said OK. Those are the biggies, there are other things like how I had to watch her suck cock, watch her fuck and watch her getting doubled teamed. She wanted me to be a good cock sucker so I could make any man happy."

"But every girl at that party this evening is a fucking slut. They've all been double or tripled team, licked each other's pussies and everything else you can imagine. The heroin has changed it a bit. Girls can't say no when they are that high and the guys can't say yes. Before the heroin, when it was mostly drinking, those parties normally turned into orgies. The only exception is Cherise which is why Sam is so madly in love with her. I mean she's probably been with every guy there and a many of the woman, but I don't think she ever participated in the orgies. So, she's the good girl and I'm the whore."

"Well, are you ready to run away?"

"Nope," I said.

We sat there looking at each other. I honestly didn't know what to say. The way her mother treated her was shocking and I did feel sorry for her. Was it different then my father pressuring my mother to abort me. A couple of times I thought she was tearing up again.

Peggy's mother came in with some guy before I could say anything. She was dressed provocatively, short skirt, stockings and a short jacket. When she saw me at the table, she pushed the guy back out the door and told him she would give him a call. He started to protest but she closed the door in his face.

"Well, well, who do we have here Peg," the mom slurred while she tottered on her heels.

"Mom, this is Jack. He's a friend of Sam's."

The mom came over to me, she extended her hand but tripped on her heels and landed on me. Peggy rolled her eyes.

"I'm so sorry," she said as she righted herself.

She took off her shoes and tossed them at her closed bedroom door.

"You closed my bedroom door. What, you didn't want your friend to see what a slob your mother is?"

Then she removed the jacket which revealed a see-through blouse and braless tits. The jacket followed the shoes. And then she undid the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The tails of her blouse were covering her ass until she bent over to pick up the skirt. Peggy couldn't see what I was seeing from the other side of the table but there was a look of horror on her face. The mom started undoing the blouse and Peggy realized her mom didn't have any panties on.

"Jesus Christ mom!"

"Oh dear, I've lost my panties."

By then her bald pussy and tits were on display. She stumbled some more, muttered that the room was spinning, and she had to lay down. Holding onto the walls she headed to her room. Peggy followed her and closed her door.

"Sorry about that," she said. "I didn't realize how late it was. And I do have to go to work in the morning."

As I rose, I said, "Can I have your number, maybe we can get together tomorrow?"

"Why, so you can fuck me again or do you want to fuck my mother?"

"Actually, I was thinking about another movie. It's been a long time since I've been to a movie and I enjoyed last week."

She gave me her phone number. I kissed her good night on her cheek, but she pulled me in for a more passionate kiss.

I had my creative writing class on Saturday morning which was a tough lift considering how late I got home and all the coffee I drank. Plus, my head wouldn't settle down after the crazy night I had. My mom was up and I asked her what she was working. She said she would be home by five. I told her I was taking a girl to the movies tonight and I was going to swing by and introduce her.

"Why Jack, you haven't introduced a girl to me since the prom."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she fucked up as it had been a long time since I met a girl. She started to apologize but I told her not to worry.

"So, what is her name and what is she like?"

"Her name is Peggy and I want your opinion, untainted by anything I say."

After a nice nap, I headed over to pick up Peggy. We had already settled on a movie, Peggy had picked the latest horror movie.

I didn't recognize the woman who answered the door. I knew it was Peggy, but she looked amazing, her hair was all done up, makeup perfectly applied and pretty dress on.

"You like," she asked? "It seems my mom knows a thing or two about makeup."

After assuring her that she looked beautiful, we headed to my house. I warned her she was going to meet my mom. She got extremely nervous.

"Peggy, my mother and I are very close. In the end, I'm all she has, and she gave up everything for me. She's more like a close friend than my parents. There's still a lot of things I wouldn't tell her about."

"Like sex," Peggy asked.

"Definitely no sex talk since the birds and bees' conversation."

The movie was okay, but I loved how Peggy buried her head in my shoulder during the scarier scenes. After the movie we headed out to dinner for some breakfast. While eating, four of my classmates walked in.

"Hey Jack," they said in unison.

One of the girls turned to Peggy and said, "are you the muse?"

The other girl said, "Are you Peggy?"

Peggy had a worried look on her face as she nodded yes.

"Let me tell you that every woman in our creative writing class is in love with Jack, sweet quiet Jack. His poem had half the girls teary eyed."

Peggy was not looking happy. The first girl said, "Oh no, it's not bad. The professor had everyone write a love poem. He gave us an hour. When we were done, he passed them out randomly and I got to read Jack's to the class. Then she began to recite my poem.

"She smiled as I reached for her hand, and everything changed. Her face glowed, her eyes shined like sapphires, nothing would be the same. I felt unworthy as she smiled, my heart raced, my throat went dry. I wanted to speak, to beg her to love me forever. But what I really wanted was to just bask in her glow."

Peggy began smiling as the girl spoke and when she finished, the four of them said in unison, "her eyes are like sapphires."

As they walked away, I saw Peggy getting ready to cry.

"Are you ready," I asked, and she nodded yes.

She ordered me to start talking as soon as we sat down in the car.

"My creative writing professor likes to throw surprises, today we had an hour to write a love poem. You were the only person I could think of, especially after last night. I didn't know they would be read aloud in class and that girl; I think her name was Stacy, had to read mine."

"Did you mean what you wrote?"

"Every word, the poem actually wrote itself."

Peggy quickly buried her head in my shoulder and started to sob again. Only this time her eye makeup was mixed in. She stopped after a bit and asked me to take her home.

On the way, she said, "I knew you were coming last night. Sam told Cherise who told me. That's why I sucked off those two guys. I knew that you would see me and see what kind of girl I was. I wanted to warn you. You're such a nice guy, why would you want to get involved with a girl like me. Damaged goods."

"You never know, I might have liked that. There's a whole bunch of porn written about men who like seeing their significant other fucking other guys."

Peggy gave me a look that scared me.

"For the record, I didn't like that, and I would not want to see it again."

"What if I liked that," she said.

"I can't and I won't tell you what to do or what not to do. But I don't think I would want to be in that type of relationship. I don't want to be a cuck!"

We rode the rest of the way in silence. When we got to her house, she thanked me, gave me a peck on the cheek and headed into her house. She asked me to send her the poem when she got to the door.

I drove home in a daze and decided I was done with Peggy.

My mom grilled me the next day. She liked Peggy and I ended up telling her everything, much more than I intended. My mom looked at me in shock. She wasn't happy that I was at a party where people were doing heroin. She said she could look past what happened to Peggy in the past and her heart bleeds for the girl, but to set me up to catch her performing oral sex in the open was too much.

"That's part of the problem mom, her back story makes you feel sorry for her. Are my feelings pity or the beginning of love. And then she does this shit that pushes me away. She has a sense that she doesn't deserve anything good and seems set on making it true."

"That's probably true Jack. What her mother did to her was nothing less than sexual abuse by the person she trusted most. She needs help and I admire you for wanting to help her, but I don't think you have the skill sets to help her. She needs professional help, maybe even years of professional help."

"So, what do I do mom, nothing?"

"Let me think about it some more Jack. On the one hand she walked away from you, maybe this is some kind of test in her mind to see if you'll come chasing after her. I think that would be bad for both of you. I suggest you give her a week, maybe she'll change her mind."

The next week was crazy. When I applied at the factory, I expressed interest in their bookkeeping department thinking it would help with my accounting classes. The owner called me into his office before I had a chance to clock in and offered me a bookkeeping position. It seems one of their bookkeepers quit over the weekend leaving them in deep shit. I gladly accepted. Besides helping me in school, it would help me unwind my relationship with Sam.

I was dying to ask him if he heard from Peggy, but I kept our conversations to being overwhelmed by my new job.

On Tuesday I received a text from an unknown number saying, "Peggy enjoys herself." I clicked on the link. The video showed a girl on her hands and knees getting spit roasted. There were other guys in the background, maybe waiting their turn. I guess I wasn't going to need a week.

My mother saw the look on my face and grilled me. I ended up showing her the video. She apologized for forcing me to show her the video.

"I think you know everything you need to know," she said.

There was another video on Wednesday from the same number saying, "Peggy loves a good orgy." The video showed multiple naked men and women walking around with Peggy and another girl bouncing up and down on some cocks. It was hard to make out any faces, the girls fucking either had a dick in their mouth or were licking a pussy.

I told my mom but refused to show her the video.

There was another video on Thursday that said, "Peggy loves a little color." Again, there was a girl on her hands and knees getting spit roasted by a couple of black guys. This one had an audio of the woman moaning how much she loved black cock. I didn't watch it to the end. Someone was sending a message and the message was received.

I didn't open the Friday video that said, "Peggy loves her cream."

There was a call that went to voice mail when I was in my Saturday morning writing class where I was now very popular with the girls. I must remember to tell my mom that. There was a voice mail from Peggy's mom asking me to call her. That phone call ended up with me meeting her at the diner where Peggy worked. Margaret assured me Peggy wasn't working until the dinner rush.

She had a cup of coffee waiting for me when I got there. She opened with, "You killed my daughter. I know that I have wronged that girl more than most people could imagine and I'm going straight to hell. But except for going to work, the girl hasn't left her room all week. Either she's eating here, or she hasn't eaten anything all week. What did you do to her? What happened at the movies?"

I tried to give her a synopsis of Saturday night ending with my refusal to be a cuckhold.

"And besides," I said, "I received these videos during the week, so I think she's left her room."

Maybe I was a little self-defensive when I handed Margaret the phone and I felt bad when she started crying during the second video. I have such a way with the women in this family. I warned her to silence the phone before the third video. It was during the third video her expression changed and she stopped crying.

"That's not Peggy," she said as she handed me back her phone. "I know my daughter's voice, especially her lisp on certain words. I should have gotten her braces when she was younger. Plus, Peggy got a tattoo of a rose on her hip two years ago. But even more important, she has two large birthmarks called port wine stains or winesaps, one is on her shoulder. The other is on her lower back where a girl would get a slut stamp. Somebody is fucking with my daughter."

"Let me see your phone again, maybe I can recognize that number."

She couldn't, even after going through all her contacts.

Margaret started crying again, "Please call my daughter. I know how stubborn she can be. You're asking her to change and that's hard for her. I'm not saying your request is unreasonable. We all have to make changes, it's part of growing up although I'm a piss pour example of growing up. But please at least call her. I think she realized she fucked up and doesn't realize how to undo it and she's too dam stubborn to call you."

I told her I would think about it. I discussed my meeting with my mom when I got home. My mom told me that Margaret had also called her and wouldn't stop telling her what a great son she raised. She also read my mom the poem I wrote.

Margaret was hoping I wasn't as stubborn as her daughter and if my mom would intercede on her daughter's behalf, she would be eternally grateful."

My mom said, "I'm not going to intercede. This must be your decision. I'm more than happy to talk through it with you but I don't want to influence you in any way."

"I've already decided to call her. In the end, it just seems like the right thing to do. Maybe it will be a waste of time but not calling her feels wrong."

"And if she doesn't change her opinion on random sex acts with multiple men?"

"That's a hard no mom. That 'no' feels more right than calling her!"

In the end, I didn't have to call her because she called me as I was spending my Saturday night working on a term paper. Someone had told her they saw her mother talking to me in the restaurant and I made her mother cry. Peggy had her claws out.

"I'm leaving the restaurant right now. Ill be at your house in a half hour." Then she ended the call.

I went and told my mom that Peggy was coming over.

"Well, I was just heading next door for a glass of wine. Call me if you need help."

Thirty minutes later, Peggy was pounding on the door. I must admit I was afraid when I let her in.

"What the fuck are you doing talking to my mother behind my back?"

Showing her my phone, I said, "Your mother called me Peggy. She was worried about you."

"What did she say?"

"Why don't we call her and you can ask her."

Peggy pulled out her phone and called her mom and put her on speaker.

"Did you call Jack?"

"Yes, I did. I was worried about you Peggy. I've never seen you so depressed before and I asked Jack to call you because I know you are too stubborn to call him."

"Were you going to call me?"

"Yes, I was, you can ask my mom who's next door pretending to drink wine. You called me before I had a chance."

"Tell her about the videos Jack. I have to get back to work."

Peggy started watching the videos. She was angry, she was crying.

"You know that's not me, right?"

"I do now, your mother pointed it out to me."

"Why would you think that's me? Never mind, I know the answer to that question. But the girl, at least in the first video, is Cherise. I would recognize those tits and ass anywhere. I bet Sam would agree. I don't think it's her in the other videos, it could be. And who knows about the last one. Cherise is also an adamant racist so I'm thinking that's not her in the third video. Again, you can show these to Sam, he's been intimate with her more often than I have. That's also Cherise's old phone number. That's another question for Sam. I'm going to have to kill that bitch."

"When I got home on Saturday night, I called Cherise and poured my heart out. I read her your poem and told her I think you are the best thing that ever happened to me. But all I can do is push you away."

With that, she buried her face in my shoulder again and started crying again. When she calmed down, I asked her why Cherise would do that.

"Cherise and I have been in a relationship. She would be horrified that I'm telling you this. That's why she keeps stringing Sam and some other guys along as her cover. But she really is a lesbian deep down, but I don't think she has sex with other women besides me. So maybe she's jealous that you'll steal me away from her or she saw how upset you made me and wanted you to leave me alone either way we'll have some words tomorrow.

She looked at me and said, "Quit picturing me with Cherise."

"I wasn't, I mean not now. When you first brought it up maybe."

She grabbed my semi hard cock and said then what's this.

"Well, you look hot in your waitress outfit."

"Or maybe I should call Cherise, and we could put on a show for you?"

I pulled her hand off my cock and stood up. "No! I want our relationship to be me and you, not other guys and not other girls, just us."

"So, you still want to be in a relationship with me?"

"Yes Peggy, I want to be in a relationship with you."

Peggy started pushing me into my room. "What are you doing," I asked.

"I'm going to fuck you brains out.

We tumbled onto my bed, stripping each other's clothes off on the way. Once my cock was free, Peggy wrapped her lips around it and sucked me into her throat, bouncing her face up and down and smashing her nose into my belly. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and I didn't. Again, Peggy continued to suck the come out of me until I had to pull her off and that took a handful of her hair and a good yank. That had to hurt I thought. Then she slid up and planted her pussy on my face. I slipped my thumb into her pussy, got it nice and wet before slipping it into her ass. Peggy began to rock slowly back and forth, pushing my thumb deeper into her ass and grinding her clit on my tongue. I really wasn't doing anything.

There was an "oh jack" and then she started to shudder. She would pause for a minute and start rocking back and forth again until she started shuddering again. I don't know how many times she repeated that until she announced she needed me inside her. She positioned herself over my cock and started working it into her pussy. I went to work on her tits, squeezing and pulling on her nipples, telling her they were the perfect size. She shuddered again.

I flipped her over because I wanted to fuck her from behind. Peggy didn't mind. I was fucking her pretty hard with occasional slaps on her ass and she started shuddering again. I took the opportunity to pull her ass cheeks apart and start working both my thumbs into her ass. She continued to shudder as she moaned "oh jack." I was hardly moving my cock, just pushing my thumbs in and out of her ass as she continued to shudder and moan. Eventually she said I needed to come and like on cue, I felt my balls tighten up and I was coming.

I collapsed on top of her as her legs and pussy continued to shudder on my softening cock. I rolled over onto my back and Peggy put her head on my shoulder and draped her leg across mine. Right before she fell asleep, she said, "you walked into my life out of my dreams."

I was almost asleep when I saw someone shut my bedroom door. Sorry mom I thought.

The morning was chaotic as we both had to pee and couldn't find the clothes we had on last night. I gave Peggy a pair of my sweats, sorry no panties, and let her go first. After my turn, I heard my mother in the kitchen, and I went to talk to her. Not that I had any idea what I was going to say. I never had a girl spend the night before and I did it without talking to her.

"The coffee is ready. I stopped at the bakery and picked up some muffins and that coffee cake you like. I didn't know what to get you Peggy. I could make her some eggs. Both of your phones were buzzing. The same number was calling them both. It was Margaret, she just wanted to know if I knew where Peggy was and if she was okay. We had a nice chat. I assured her Peggy was fine and promised to have her call as soon as she was up. Please take care of that for me."

I thanked my mother and brought Peggy her phone and a cup of coffee. She had heard my mom and asked for some privacy so she could call her mother. I shut the bedroom door behind me and headed for coffee and cake.

Peggy was in there for awhile and when she came out her eyes were all puffy and red.

"I'm fine. I'll be 24 next month and my mom has decided its time to start mothering me. That's going to be difficult to get used to. She wasn't happy that I didn't tell her where I'll be or when I'll be home. What have you done to my family Jack? Next my father will be calling me, trying to father me."

"You're going to be 24," I asked.

"How old did you think I was Jack?"

"I never really thought about it. Sam told me that you, and Cherise went to school with him and Sam is only six months older than me, so I thought you were around 21 like me."

"I slipped a few grades, mostly because my mom moved us around so much. One year she never got around to registering me. That was mostly around the time of the divorce and my father was drinking heavy at the time. So was she."

There was a pause in the conversation and then Peggy's phone started ringing.

She didn't recognize the number and finally said hello.

She covered the receiver and whispered, "Holy shit, it's my father. What have you done Jack?"

Peggy took the phone and another cup of coffee into my room and shut the door. She came out almost 30 minutes later and her eyes were all puffy. Peggy started to talk but my mom put her hand up and said eat first. Peggy sat at the table and said with a smile, "this parenting stuff is going to be hard to get used to."

She dived into the eggs my mother prepared for her, and a muffin and a coffee cake while my mother and I watched her eat.

When she was done eating, she said, "There were so many surprises in that call I don't know where to begin. First, it seems my parents never got divorced, they were too broke and too drunk at the time to follow through with it. I think I told you Jack that my father has been sober for 10 years, and that's true. He has been working mostly overseas where his reputation was less tarnished from his drinking. But, he recently got a job in the states working for one of the big modeling schools in NY and he has benefits that even cover my mother."

"With those benefits he has convinced my mother to go to rehab!"

My mother gushed, "that's great news Peggy, I am so happy for you!" and she rushed over and gave Peggy a big hug. I thought Peggy was going to burst into tears again.

"But its not all good news. My father doesn't want me living in that apartment all by myself. He's worried some of my mother's friends will come looking for her and find me home alone. So, he wants me to move to New York with him."

"Why not move in here with us?" shouted my mother.

There was a silence in the room as we all realized what she said. I think even my mother was shocked and her face had turned beet red. Peggy was looking hopeful, I think.

My mother started pacing, which meant she was thinking. She said, "I'm sorry, that was really Jack's decision to start off with and I spoke out of turn but what's been said, has been said. I can see by your faces that you're open to the idea, so I need to set some ground rules first maybe. We can't have you two fucking like rabbits every night. Jack has a job and college classes which is like two jobs. Peggy has a job which isn't exactly around the corner. And, most importantly, you two barely know each other. What happens in two weeks when you realize that Peggy snores or your farts are deadly."

The look of hope on Peggy's face had faded and I needed to do something.

"All those a very good points mom but we don't have to solve all those problems today and Peggy can move in with her father any time. We can try it, I'll sleep on the couch and if my grades start to slip, we'll come to plan "b." Besides, Peggy as already inspired me to my first A in creative writing."

"Do I get a say?" We turned to look at Peggy and both of us started apologizing.

"I'm very flattered by your offer Rachel. And I can think of a dozen other reasons why it wouldn't work. But isn't that what makes relationships stronger, you're faced with a problem, you work together to solve it, and you move on. Not that easy I know and what the fuck does this 24-year-old know about life anyway. And if it doesn't work, I'll go live with my father in New York."

"Really right now, I'm blown away that there's a chance my mother won't drink herself to death. And that's really where my mind is right now."

My mother and I both realized that Peggy was going to burst into tears and my mother beat me to her. As soon as my mother reached her, Peggy really started sobbing into my mother's shoulder. I think I was a little jealous.

In the end, Peggy lived with us for two years. As far as I know she never returned to the life she knew with Sam and his friends. Maybe our relationship was coming to its natural end when her father offered her a job as his apprentice. That job would require her to live in New York, I think we pretended that we could still make it work but those thoughts quickly faded.