Leaving All Of Her Options Open

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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"So... You and Charlie?" Monique asked, brown eyes dancing with curiosity, hoping to get some good gossip.

Krystal smirked; Charles Thomas Wilton, never Charlie or Chuck would have been outraged at being called 'Charlie' especially by a young woman he considered beneath himself. And most in the Flowers Country Club considered Monique beneath them; Monique was a desperate social climber, dragging her spineless husband Phil along with her.

"Oh, you know," Krystal said breezily, waving her bare left hand. "A girl's got to keep her options open."

The mimosa was set down in front of Krystal with a decided 'thunk' and Grant took his seat next to her. Grant nodded politely to Monique and mentioned he'd seen Phil at the bar, getting her a bloody Maria.

"Grant, honey, I, I was just..." Krystal stammered to her boyfriend of the past three years.

"Just leaving your options open," Grant said easily, nodding his greeting as Phil, Monique's husband placed a fresh drink in front of his wife. "Smart. Very smart, leaving all of your options open. Hmm. I, well maybe I should do that as well; hi Phil, have you signed up for the Golf Scramble yet? I'm already partnered with Robert or I'd invite you to join me."

"Robert?" Krystal asked, voice sharp.

"Yes. Robert. Robert St. Charles; we're on a few boards together," Grant Stanton said easily.

Dr. Robert St. Charles was Krystal's ex-husband; it truly irked Krystal that her ex-husband and her boyfriend not only got along but had formed a firm friendship. When Grant found out who Robert was, he quietly apologized to the brilliant cardiologist and offered to withdraw his membership from the board of the Flower's Country Club.

"Why? Look, Grant, thank God and Greyhound she's gone," Robert had smiled easily. "Whoever said 'cheaper to keep her' had never met Krystal Jones."

Robert talked about meeting a well-endowed blonde that could suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch and willingly threw herself underneath him, assuring him he did not need to worry about birth control. The befuddled twenty six year old man, in the middle of doing his residency found himself marrying a happily pregnant eighteen year old Krystal.

Robert did let Grant know, as long as Sophia and Bobby were under the ages of eighteen, or in the very unlikely chance either child would miraculously apply themselves and actually go to college, were under the ages of twenty one, Krystal would not marry Grant. She would not chance losing her Jazz Beach home or risk severing the pipeline to Robert's money.

"But hey, now that I'm a successful doctor? With enough money to tell my family to eat bricks? I'm free to date whomever I please," Robert smiled, showing Grant a cell phone picture of a chubby Asian woman dressed in a 'naughty nurse' costume, smiling a cheeky smile for the camera.

"And do you? Please her?" Grant had asked and the two men shared a hearty laugh.

Now, eating the brunch before the opening of the nineteenth annual Golf Scramble Charity event, Krystal tried to do damage control. Grant ignored her as he wondered aloud how the chef always, always, always got the poached eggs just right. And, to Krystal's extreme consternation, Charles Thomas Wilton came to their table. Right in front of Grant, Charles bent and kissed Krystal on her lips, hand possessively on her shoulder.

"Charles; how's it going?" Grant smiled, enjoying the look of concern etched on Krystal's face as her boyfriend and her boyfriend met.

"Man! It was going any better I'd swear I was dreaming," Charles lied, smarmy smile on his face.

"Uh huh. So, heard you put a bid in on the Bercegay land? In Saint Ann?" Grant said as Charles sat, uninvited at their table.

Grant knew Mrs. Bercegay had absolutely no intention of selling the three thousand acres of unincorporated St. Ann Parish property to what she, what most people called 'that no-good snake.' Charles was a newcomer. The Cajun community was a very warm, very welcoming people, but unless they knew your family, they were very cautious in dealing with you. And, do one person wrong? You, your children and your grandchildren were not to ever be trusted again. Charles had done a few people wrong, managing to swindle them out of their properties, giving them pennies on the dollar for what their properties were worth.

"Got her, got her right here in the palm of my hand," Charles said confidently, even holding his hand up and folding it over.

"You can do that? I'll put ten percent in," Grant promised, then commented again how the chef had outdone himself on the hollandaise sauce.

Bryant, the country club's head groundskeeper discretely walked among the tables, informing the diners that the tournament would be starting in twenty minutes. Grant nodded his thanks and stood. He caught Robert's eye and the two men exchanged a 'Thumbs Up!' and wide smiles.

"Oh, hey, Charlie," Grant suddenly said.

"Uh, it, it's Charles," Charles said, perturbed. "Charles Thomas..."

"You mind giving Krystal a ride home this afternoon?" Grant said, not correcting his intended faux pas.

"What? Why?" Krystal asked, fourth, or fifth mimosa halfway to her lips.

"Uh, yeah, I..." Charles said, giving Krystal a hard look.

"Hmm? Oh! Oh, because I'm leaving my options open," Grant smiled and walked away before the immaculately coifed and clothed thirty three year old woman could respond.

Grant laughed as he grabbed his golf clubs; it was apparent that Charles Thomas Wilton had believed he was in an exclusive relationship with the beautiful blonde ex-wife of a well-respected cardiologist. Charles had believed that a relationship with Krystal would help open many of the doors that were firmly shut in his face as he struggled to maintain his burgeoning real estate development empire.

"Sorry, Charlie," Grant mused as he and Robert waited for their marked golf balls. "But Krystal has burned even more bridges than you have. And believe me, you've burned quite a few bridges around here."

He and Robert found out, due to winning last year's tournament as well as the Member-Guest foursome tournament earlier in the year, the tournament that prompted Phil to acquiesce to Monique's demands and join the Flowers' Country Club, they were being penalized twelve strokes. Both men thought to object, then Chantal, Robert's wife gently reminded both men that this was for the St. Elizabeth's Animal Shelter and the 'Feed the Children' charity, not their precious little egos. Robert gave his chubby wife a hug and kiss and nodded in agreement.

"The smartest man I ever met said, 'I don't know; let me ask my wife,'" Robert said and the trio laughed.

"That's right. Now, get your mitts off my butt," Chantal ordered, almond eyes twinkling as she smiled up at her husband.

"Who said them my mitts?" Robert teased but did remove his hand from her chunky rear end.

After a good round that put them squarely in third place, despite the imposed penalty, Grant showered and put on fresh clothing. He locked the clubs in his locker, playfully slapped Robert on his naked buttocks and left the locker room. Exiting the front door, he sighed in irritation. Krystal was waiting next to his Maserati MC20 Cielo sports car in Acquamarina. Wordlessly, he opened the passenger door and let her enter. He did not ask where Charlie, Charles might be; he did not see the man's Mercedes-Benz in the parking lot.

"So, now that this boring little tournament is over..." Krystal started, voice tight.

"Not over; we still have tomorrow afternoon's round to get through," Grant reminded her.

"... where are you taking me tonight?" Krystal concluded, ignoring Grant's correction of her assumption.

"Hmm? Oh! Oh, I, I'm not taking you anywhere tonight," Grant said, driving toward her Jazz Beach home. "Tonight? I'm leaving my options open."

"Stop! All right? Just stop it!" Krystal snapped, normally pretty face twisted into an ugly mask of contempt.

"No, no, it, it makes perfect sense," Grant said, nodding to the guard of the gated community as the man opened the gate for the familiar sports car. "We, we're not exclusive, right? I mean, I'd been operating under the assumption that we were; we've been together for what? Three years now? But hey, we, we're leaving our options open, right?"

"Stop saying that!" Krystal screamed in frustration as he pulled up to her home.

She slammed the door of his car as hard as she could. His smirk at her rage infuriated her even more and she stormed up the wending driveway of her home as he drove off. He waved once more at the guard as the man allowed him exit from the gated community.

"I, damn, I'm hungry," Grant said, seeing the sign for Clark's Drive-In up ahead. "As good as those eggs were?"

"Apparently, this is the time to be here," Grant said; there were only four other cars in the service bay.

"Hi! Welcome to Clark's. God! This, your car is just beautiful! What color is this?" a cute, slightly pudgy blonde chirped, clumsily skidding to a stop next to his window.

"They call it Acquamarina," Grant smiled at her enthusiastic greeting. "I was all set to order it in the red but when I saw this?"

"Yeah," she agreed, even skating fully around the vehicle then returning to his window. "It's gorgeous! Oh, welcome to, did I already say welcome to Clark's? Anyway, hi! Welcome to Clark's. Know what you want?"

"Chili cheeseburger, double patty, add grilled onions and jalapenos no tomato and a strawberry malt," Grant smiled at the girl. "No. No fries."

She repeated the order and clunked away; clearly uncomfortable on roller skates. Grant watched the other two girls whizzing around and did wonder if his meal would make it safely to his car. He developed the stirrings of an erection as he watched the bright red shorts of the Clark's Drive-In uniform creeping upward into the crack of his waitress's pudgy rear end, allowing a sliver of her plain white cotton panties to become visible.

Her face was a cute one, snub nose, button mouth and clear blue eyes. There was a dusting of pimples on her adorable pale face and her whitish blonde hair was done into two knee length ponytails, one on either side of her head.

"Handlebars," his best friend Russel would have called them.

"Still miss you, Buddy," Grant said aloud, thinking of his friend, his high school friend that suddenly discovered he had cancer days before graduation from Centennial High School.

"Didn't even take a year," Grant thought as his meal slowly made its way to him.

She gave him the total, once again commenting on his beautiful car. He gave her a twenty and a five, confusing her.

"Keep the change," Grant said, wishing to reward the girl's efforts.

"Oh! Oh, well, THANK YOU!" she chirped, beaming a smile that showed off some teeth in need of a good orthodontist. "This, this is the first tip I ever got! But I'm serious; I want a ride."

"How old are you?" Grant asked, being careful not to spill any of the chili onto himself.

"Just made eighteen couple weeks ago," she stated proudly.

"Wait, you, you said, this is your first tip... How long have you been working here?" Grant asked, swallowing his mouthful of delicious burger.

"Four days; they fixing fire me 'cause I can't skate for shit," she admitted, looking at the ground.

"All right. Yeah, yeah, I'll give you a ride; when do you get off?" Grant nodded in understanding. He'd lost a few jobs himself and knew the disappointment, the self-doubt that had plagued him at those uncomfortable, embarrassing moments. And, being raised by a single mother, Grant knew that women, girls had a much harder time finding employment and keeping employment.

"Four, four o'clock; oh! In, in five minutes," she said, looking at her cheap wrist watch.

"Think your watch is broken," Grant smiled, looking at his own wristwatch. "It's seven minutes after."

"Oh?" she asked, shaking her wrist, squinting at her watch.

He told her to go ahead and clock out; he would wait for her. With a heartfelt sigh, she turned and clumped her way toward the building. Grant took his time, still careful to avoid getting any of the chili on his clean shirt or trousers. As he ate, he watched the other waitresses; two new girls had joined the others on the concrete pad. Only one other car had pulled up while he'd been there; he did not watch the young couple as they sat, clearly arguing with one another.

One of the new girls was obviously very proud of her large chest; her braless condition was readily apparent as she carroomed around the pad, waiting for any new arrivals to pull up. But when she turned, her backside was nearly flat. Grant nodded his head; he'd always known he was an 'ass' man.

"Which is why it's such a surprise to me that I put up with Krystal's games and manipulations as long as I have," Grant mused as his waitress somberly approached, skates draped around her neck, cheap flip-flops on her small feet. "Woman's damned near skeletal."

"Yeah; I was right," she said, opening the passenger door. "Mr. John fired me. Said he was real sorry but..."

"It happens," Grant said, finishing his meal. "By the way, what, what is your name?"

"Huh? Oh! Oh, it its Tee," she said as the girl with the very large chest skittered to a stop and grabbed the tray.

"Tee?" Grant asked, starting his powerful engine.

"Well, it's really Thelma but GOD! I, I get just so sick and tired of hearing..." Tee said.

"Hey Thelma, where's Louise?" Grant guessed.

"Yeah!" she snapped, clearly irritated.

"Know exactly what you mean," Grant smiled in understanding as he backed onto the highway. "I'm Grant Stanton. My last name used to be Pyle. Believe me, I got into a lot of fights over that."

"Huh? Why?" Tee asked, clearly enjoying her ride in an expensive sports car.

"Hey, Pyle! Where's Gomer?" Grant said, imitating a nasally voice. "And I'd say 'probably balls deep up your daddy's ass' and the fight would be on."

"Who?" Tee asked.

"Gomer. Gomer Pyle; old television show," Grant explained. "He was this very obviously homosexual actor. So when they'd ask me where's Gomer..."

"That, that's terrible!" Tee said, laughing, then losing her smile. "But God, only four days; probably won't get enough pay this month's..."

"I'll give you a hundred dollars for your panties," Grant blurted out before his mind told him what an inappropriate, cringy creepy thing this was for a thirty seven, almost thirty eight year old man to say to an eighteen year old girl.

For several long moments his passenger was silent as the sports car chewed up the miles. Grant realized he had no idea where he was taking this little blonde Lolita; she'd not given him any destination when she'd climbed into his car.

"Five hundred bucks I'll let you take them off me," she bartered.

"Deal," Grant agreed, mentally searching his wallet and realizing he had enough cash for three or four pairs of her panties.

He was about to steer the car toward his Hardington Acres home but saw the sign for the Home Comfort Inn ahead. Krystal hated the attached diner but Grant loved it. To him, their fresh ground coffee was unparalleled and their sweet potato hash brown casserole was phenomenal. Of course, since he had a Hardington Acres three story home, they never stayed in the motel itself and the entire time they ate in the diner, Krystal sniped and griped and complained. They could be at Henri's, or Side By Side, or the Hanging Gardens; this place, this place was so, so not, well their food just wasn't what she wanted to eat.

"Wait here," Grant said, parking in front of the office.

"Still leaving my options open," Grant responded to the twenty nine text messages and three missed calls and one demanding voice mail from Krystal. "Have a good night."

Taking the key card for Room 115, around the side and behind the main building, Grant thanked the clerk. For a long moment, he paused by the door of the office and answered the questions of the awestruck young man that had been unable to take his eyes off of the gleaming sports car. Yes, it was expensive but oh so worth it. Yes, it really was a lot of fun to drive. Yes, he fell in love with the color the moment he saw it. Bought it right up the road, at Superior Motors. Then he again wished the young man a good night and left the office.

Grant was sure that Tee was ready to bolt; she sat, ramrod stiff and staring straight ahead as he drove around to the rear parking lot. Reaching into his front pocket, he peeled the five Benjamins from his wallet and held the five bills out to her. She mumbled a 'thank you' and grabbed the bills from his hand. Then he got out, came around and opened the door for her. She pasted a slightly sickly smile on her face as he helped her from the automobile.

The room was neat and clean; it even smelled of a recent cleaning. A low wattage LED bulb shone from the single nightstand in the room, barely illuminating the room. Grant placed his hand in Tee's back, where her Clark's Drive-In tee shirt did not fully meet the waistband of her very short red shorts. Her skin was warm against his fingers as he urged her into the room.

"I, so, so what we do now?" Tee whispered, looking anywhere but at Grant.

In answer, Grant softly kissed her plump lips. His arms went around her somewhat chubby torso, feeling the straps of her 34B bra underneath the thin material of the stark white tee shirt with the blood red lettering proudly announcing Clark's Drive-In over her chest. He held the closed mouth kiss for a long moment, just slowly rubbing up and down her back, enjoying the feeling of holding a cute blonde teenager.

Tee opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. Her arms went up and around his neck as they kissed. She cooed her assent as he eased her tee shirt up, over her cheap cotton bra with the one large safety pin holding her left strap on. Her ice blue eyes looked deeply into his warm brown eyes as he broke their kiss. Then she allowed him to pull the tee shirt up over her head. He dropped it to the bed and again leaned in for another kiss.

"Mm hmm," she purred into their kiss as he unclasped her bra. She continued to purr as his hands went up and down her bare back, fingernails gently raking along her spine.

"That's not my panties but whatever," she giggled when he again broke the kiss to remove her bra from her shoulders.

"No, no its not," he agreed, admiring her teardrop shaped breasts and light pink areolae with hard nipples.

"Yeah, they, they're kind of small but..." Tee whispered.

"They're beautiful, They're perfect, they're just right for you," Grant assured Tee, gently running his hands over her warm, soft, smooth flesh.

"Do, do not go anywhere," Grant said, suddenly realizing he needed to pee.

"Where I'm going go?" she giggled as he entered the small, clean, well-lighted bathroom.

He did his business, used a wad of toilet paper to wipe around the rim and put the toilet seat down. Then he unwrapped the small bar of Dial soap and washed his hands.

Entering the bedroom again, Grant smiled as the half-naked nymph got to her feet. She reached out her arms, smiling a nervous smile at him.

Once more they kissed. Grant unbuttoned his own shirt and slipped it off. She gave a coo of approval as she felt his hairy chest against her smooth breasts and belly.

"I, I like your chest hair," she whispered, rubbing her small hand over his pectorals.

"Yeah?" he asked, kissing her once more.

"Yeah," she whispered, playful smile on her face as his hands went to the waistband of her red shorts.

"Wait, wait, I, I get to do that. Remember?" Grant said as Tee put her thumbs into the waistband of her plain white cotton bikini briefs as she stepped out of her shorts.

"Huh? Oh, oh yeah," she giggled, then held her hands out wide, waiting for him to slide her panties down and off of her slightly wide hips and stubby legs.

"Huh?" she asked as he pulled her to the bed.

She looked over her shoulder at him when he put her on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed. He did not look at her cute face, her questioning eyes as he drank in the beauty of her full buttocks encased in her plain white panties. For several long moments, he admired her pale flesh. Then with a sigh of contentment, he reached out and grasped the waistband of her pretty panties.

"Oh, oh God yes, Perfection, perfection personified," he stated, slowly baring more and ore of her beautiful globes.

Each hillock of pale flesh was full and round. The furrow was deep. He brought the panties all the way to her knees and left the garment bunched up at her knees. Between her stubby thighs, a patch of whitish blonde curls and a light pink slash winked at him. He could see a hint of moisture on the pink slash as he gazed at her exposed flesh.

"Mm hmm," he moaned, using his hands to pull her full buttocks apart, exposing her tightly clenched light brown rosebud.

He could smell the sweat; she'd worked for just over six hours, clumsily skating back and forth in a late summer sun, calling out customers' orders then carefully, awkwardly ferrying the trays out to the customers' cars. He could also smell her nectar, her musk as her light pink slash became puffy with her excitement.

"I must, may I?" Grant asked and licked at her pink slash, then perineum and finally her little rosebud.

"AUGH!" she grunted out loud.

"God yes," Grant said, trying to force his tongue into her tightly clenched anus.

Tee gasped, shuddered then groaned as Grant's thick cock thrust into her pussy. Her panties remained bunched up around her knees as Grant pounded into her. She grunted, then groaned as he jammed his finger into her spittle wetted anus.

Her pussy was a wet velvet vise grip. Grant knew it was not fair to do a comparison of Krystal and Tee; one was thirty three years old and had given birth to two children and the other was eighteen years old.

"You know," Robert had opined one time while they were enjoying some insanely hot chicken wings and ice cold draft beers at Red's Sports Bar while the ULD Storm received a humiliating ass whipping from the Norwill University Cyclones. "Eighteen years old? Already an accomplished cocksucker? Sophia's full weight even though she's two months premature? Oh well; too late to wonder about any of that now."

"DNA?" Grant had asked.

"And what would that change? She's my kid. DNA don't matter; the selfish, self-centered, obnoxious brat is mine," Robert had shrugged. "And Bobby? Looks just like me when I was that age. They're both my kids."

Grant's respect for Robert St. Charles had grown tremendously that day. He knew Sophia was not his daughter, yet Robert continued to love her and nurture her as best as he could, despite Sophia's antagonism and Krystal's interference.

Grant continued to do his mental gymnastics; trying desperately to think of anything else but the tight blonde pussy strangling his cock and the sweet rosebud squeezing and pulsing around his two thrusting fingers. Then, wondering if he could talk this sweet little teen into letting him fuck her tight ass, Grant groaned, shuddered, then bellowed as he spurted rope after rope of semen into her clutching depths.

"Oh! Oh my, my God, that... Augh!" Tee shuddered through her orgasm. "And when you had your fingers up my, up my, in my..."

"Going put my cock in that sweet ass of yours," Grant declared, pulling his still spurting cock from her wet folds.

"I, you, that, that's going hurt?" Tee asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

"A little, at first," Grant admitted, smiling that she had not immediately rejected the idea.

Again, he knew it was unfair to compare Tee and Krystal, but the first time Grant had hinted at anal sex, Krystal had screeched in disgust. The first time he'd pushed his finger against her rosebud, he'd been ordered to leave. When he reminded her that it was his bedroom, in his house, she dressed and demanded he arrange an Uber for her; no, no, she would not get into his pickup truck; he needed to get an Uber. For her. Now.

"Got any lotion?" Grant asked, wondering how near the closest drugstore might be.

"I yeah. Bought some other day. My feet? Them skates?" Tee nodded, locating a tube of Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store skin lotion in her bottomless purse.

"But first," Grant said, pulling her panties all the way off of her legs.

Giving the scrap of cloth an appreciateive sniff, Grant dropped the garment to the floor then rolled Tee onto her back. Stretching out next to her, he embraced her, kissing her deeply. She enthusiastically returned his kiss, hugging him tightly.

Then, using her ponytails as handlebars, Grant guided her mouth to his slowly reviving cock. She eagerly wrapped her lips around his tick member, cleaning him of their juices.

"Teeth, Sweetheart, watch them teeth," Grant grunted as she bobbed her head up and down the first four inches of his manhood.

"Huh? I, oh! Oh, sorry!" she gasped, horrified.

He found out that this was the first cock she'd ever seen, ever handled. Yes, she'd had boyfriends before but never liked any of them enough to let them, let them, you know. Her hymen had been torn by a thick cucumber; she had really liked that but had felt horribly guilty afterward.

"Good girls don't do that," Tee whispered, small hand stroking his erection.

"But good girls sell their panties? For five hundred dollars?" Grant thought but said nothing as he kissed Tee.

Once again, he put her onto her knees. This time, Grant urged Tee to put her shoulders to the mattress and reach back and pull her beautiful ass cheeks wide.

Grant ignored her comment about her ass being too big. Krystal had made the same observation once, modeling an Ingalls gown. It had obviously been so that Grant could deny her claim, assure her that her ass was just right, absolutely perfect and no, no, her ass was not too big. And, Grant had made all the right noises; he'd received a blow job that curled his toes.

"Beautiful. Just. Beautiful," Grant murmured, his cock jerking and throbbing as he looked at Tee's perfect ass, deep furrow and shiny rosebud.

He lubricated his fingers with the chemical smelling lotion, then pressed the slimy tips of his index and middle finger against her tightly clenched anus. She grunted when he pushed into her resisting anus.

"Augh, that, augh, that just feels..." Tee grunted, voice harsh and low as Grant slowly, steadily pushed the slimy fingers into her.

Grant slowly lubricated her rectum with three squirts of her skin lotion. By the third time he thrust two fingers, three fingers into her, Tee was rocking back to meet his fingers. Each time he pushed into her, she let out an adorable little grunting 'oomph!'

"Ready?" he asked, now coating his aching member with more of her lotion.

She said something; Grant did not hear her words. He hoped it was acquiescence as he placed the tip of his greasy cock against her slimy rosebud. Both Tee and Grant let out a grunt as the flared mushroom head slid past her resisting anus.

Tee shuddered as Grant's cock pushed past her struggling sphincter muscle. Grant watched her tight little brown ring stretching taut around the girth of his shaft. He could feel her incredible heat, tightness as he paused for a long breath. He could feel her rectal muscles pulsing, squeezing, attempting to expel him. He could feel the flared head of his cock rasping along the walls of her rectal cavity. He hoped he'd used enough lotion; he did not want to bring any harm to her tender tissue.

"I, GOD! This is so... AUGH! I, God, God, God," Tee grunted out, pushing her sweet ass back, forcing more of Grant's cock into her bowels.

"Oh dear God, she, the little nymph actually likes this," Grant shuddered, gripping Tee's wide hips in his hands.

"Yyyyyeeeeesss, oh God yes! Aaieegh! Aaieegh! AAIEEGH!" Tee shrieked in orgasm when Grant released her right hip, reached around and diddled her clitoris.

"Damn, damn no, damn no!" Grant grunted, his semen bubbling up and spurting forcefully into her guts long before he was ready to end this illicit sodomy.

"Oh! Oh that, oh that, God! I, I, I..." Tee wheezed, shuddering as Grant fought against simply collapsing on top of her kneeling form.

He managed to pull out of her, his wilting cock leaving a strand of silvery white semen stretching from her raw, angry looking anus and the head of his cock. He watched as his semen trickled from her splayed pink pussy lips along the insides of her pale thighs. Then some more of his semen oozed from her anus, coursing an erratic path from anus along her perineum into her blonde curls.

Grant woodenly eased off of the bed. With one more look at the erotic, vulgar sight of her semen coated anus and pussy, Grant entered the bathroom. He did not bother to close the door as he stepped into the motel's surprisingly efficient shower.

"I, sorry, but I got to..." Tee apologized as she flopped down onto the toilet.

"Don't worry about it," Grant assured her as he cleaned his cock of lotion and other material.

"Oh! Oh man; they, they got enough soap in there?" Tee asked, apparently noticing the splotches of semen on her flesh.

"Yeah," Grant agreed, shutting the shower off.

He used a motel's towel to dry himself as Tee scrambled into the shower, motel's shower cap on her head. She smiled as he bent and kissed her before stepping fully out of the shower.

A few minutes later, she came into the bedroom, vigorously rubbing her damp flesh with another motel towel. Then she sat on the bed and applied the chemical smelling skin lotion to her flesh.

"I, this, this is going feel so weird," Tee admitted, grabbing her bright red shorts from the floor.

"Hmm?" Grant asked, looking up from his cell phone. "What? What's going feel weird?"

"Wearing, wearing these," Tee said, holding up her shorts. "Without panties?"

"Then wear them," Grant said, nodding to where the plain white panties lay, neatly folded on the edge of the bed.

"But you, you bought...' Tee said, looking at the panties. "They're yours."

"And that way?" Grant smiled. "I can buy them from you again."

"You don't got to buy them," Tee giggled, sliding the panties up her legs. "All you got to do is ask for them back. They're yours."

"SO, where, where am I taking you?" Grant asked as they stepped into the twilight.

She gave him the name and the address of her apartment. Grant looked at her, then shook his head in denial.

"I wouldn't go there in the broad daylight," Grant finally said. "I'm damned sure not bringing you there at night. Anyone you need to call? Anyone you need to tell that you're spending the night with me?"

"Huh? No, no; it, it's just me," Tee said, getting into his car again.

Driving out of the parking lot of the motel, Grant headed toward Hardington Acres. Before he traveled three miles, he remembered the Courtyard Mall and drove toward the shopping mall.

"What? What we, you, you don't live here, huh?" Tee asked as he parked under a powerful lamp.

"No, no, but you, since you don't have work tomorrow? You're joining me at the Golf tournament," Grant decided. "But you can't show up in your uniform, now can you?"

A crop top of black mesh with white cotton 'hands over her breasts was one of the cute tops Grant selected. A similar halter top in red mesh and pink hearts that would barely cover her areolae and hard nipples was a top she picked up. Looking at the price tag, Tee immediately put the skimpy garment back on the rack. Grant grabbed it, also grabbing some lace and denim shorts. Some straight leg jeans with heart cutouts up and down the legs also joined the growing pile.

Tee tried on each outfit and Grant approved of each outfit. A lingerie shop sold them some bras and some matching satin panties; Tee was delighted when she found a silk bra and panties in aquamarine.

"See? It matches, they match your car," she giggled happily, holding them up for his approval.

Another store sold them some very short khaki shorts and a snug baby blue golf shirt. Their last stop was to get her some comfortable walking shoes; Flowers Country Club strictly prohibited flip-flops.

"I, I'm hungry," she suddenly blurted out, smelling the enticing aroma of someone's apple, bacon, and sun dried tomatoes on cauliflower crust with wine sauce from Emile's Gourmet Pizzeria.

He let her order what she wanted, agreeing they would split a large pizza. Sitting, chewing her calamari, artichoke heart, olive and sun dried tomato creation, Grant smiled at his little pixie. She was sitting, enjoying their meal. She was sitting, not commenting on the other shoppers, commenting on the inadequate food, the esthetics of the mall. Tee was enjoying their meal, enjoying his company.

"By the way; that lotion? Not the best for your skin," he said, seeing an Elegantre Organic Cosmetics store in a small alcove. "And you're going to need sun block; we'll be out in the sun for most of the afternoon."

A beautiful young woman in a lab coat and snug top and short skirt assisted them in selecting all-natural skin lotion as well as sun block. The young girl admitted they'd just opened in this mall; Tonya Cruz, the owner was looking to expand beyond the Great Oak, Texas area.

The total of their shopping spree astounded Tee. In a quiet whisper, she asked Grant what he did for a living.

"I let my money make money," Grant smiled as he held her car door open for her.

His Hardington Acres home finally made her stop her chattering; from parking lot to gates to driveway, she had wanted more information about how does money make money. She looked over at the Harley-Davison Road King and the Ford F250 pickup truck as they coasted into the garage.

"Tomorrow? We take the bike?" she begged, openly admiring his motorcycle.

"It is not a bike," he smiled, gathering her numerous shopping bags. "It is a motorcycle. But no. Not tomorrow. We'll be taking the truck; I need to get my clubs out of the locker and there's a few boxes I'll need to run on over to Krystal's place."

"Oh! Oh man! Forgot to bring anything to sleep in?" Tee said, even slapping her forehead.

"Panties? Tee shirt? Hey, even naked works for me," Grant suggested, gently herding her through the large kitchen into the dining room.

The stairs were just past the dining room and he enjoyed watching her buttocks flex, strain and relax, flex, strain, then relax as she climbed the stairs ahead of him.

From the depths of the closet in his home office, Grant located three large cardboard boxes. He did not think he'd need all three but dragged two of the boxes into the bedroom.

"What? What you doing?" Tee asked, fiddling with the remote control for his television.

"Making some room for you," Grant smiled, emptying Krystal's tings from the drawers of his low dresser, one at a time into the first box.

"Damned woman brought a lot more crap over here than I thought," Grant mused as he used a kitchen garbage bag to dump her skin care creams and lotions, her cosmetics, her dental hygiene products from his bathroom.

While he worked, Tee entered the bathroom, now dressed in Clark's Drive-In tee shirt and plain white cotton panties. Her hard nipples were visible through the thin material of the snug garment. Without preamble, she dropped her panties to the floor and sat on the toilet.

"What? She said to his reflection in the long mirror over the vanity. "You already seen me go potty when we was at the motel."

"True," Grant agreed as she urinated noisily.

To his immense relief, she nudged him aside so that she could wash her hands. Then she slapped her forehead again.

"Toothbrush!" she said.

"Let's see," Grant said, bending and searching through one of the drawers of the vanity. "Well, here we go!"

He found a bag from Dr. Lemoine's Dental Group in the third drawer. Inside of the bag was a small dental floss dispenser, a small tube of Crest toothpaste, and a soft bristle toothbrush with angled handle still in the plastic package.

"Yay!" she giggled happily and decided now was as good a time as any to brush her teeth. After a moment of struggling with the plastic package, Tee turned to him, thrust the toothbrush at him and demanded he open it for her.

"That," she said when he easily managed to separate the top plastic half from the bottom plastic half. "That's why I keep you around."

"For toothbrush package duty?" he asked, finally completing the Krystal Purge of the bathroom.

"Uh huh," she agreed with a light giggle.

Coming into the bedroom once more, Grant saw that Tee had been busy. Her shopping bags were empty and he did not see where her clothing had gone to. Opening one of the drawers of the low dresser, he saw her brand new bras and panties in the drawer.

She'd also decided on three of the pillows; he saw the mound on the left side of the bed. She entered the bedroom as he opened the walk-in closet, second box in hand. He smiled as she gave him an exaggerated smile, showing off her freshly scrubbed teeth.

"Son of a bitch; just how much of her crap did she..." Grant muttered, seeing several outfits of Krystal's in his closet.

"Looks like you going need another couple boxes," Tee observed as he stoically bent to the task of carefully folding Krystal's clothes.

"Mm hmm," Grant agreed, wondering if the Exxon Gas Station down the street might sell boxes.

An hour later, he'd done a visual inventory of the other rooms in the house, discovering that Krystal had been quite thorough in marking her territory. It would most likely take another three or four boxes to completely remove Krystal St. Charles from the Hardington Acres home.

Tee had apparently tired of waiting for him; she was sound asleep in his bed. Two pillows were under her cute head and the third was clutched tightly to her chest when he wearily crawled into his bed.

"Hold me," came the demand just as he finally made himself comfortable.

Rolling over, putting his arm over her and pressing close to her, the scent of her skin lotion filled his nostrils. The scent triggered the memory of greasing her tight little rose bud, greasing his cock, and fucking her very tight, very hot ass with that particular skin lotion.

"Maybe later," She giggled, wiggling her luscious buttocks against his erection as his cock escaped the fly of his boxers, pressing against her chubby backside.

"Maybe later," he chuckled, softly kissing her on the back of her blonde head.

He slept soundly, a sweet warm body snuggled up against him. In the morning, she woke him with a soft kiss to his lips before dashing into the bathroom.

Then she slid her flip-flops onto her feet before disappearing. A moment later, he smelled bacon frying and coffee brewing.

"Turkey? Turkey bacon? That, that should be illegal," she huffed when he entered his kitchen.

"Yeah well, it's what..." Grant started, then thought to himself, "And FUCK what Krystal likes."

"I'll give, you, you can drive, right?" Grant asked. "After we finish up this afternoon, I'll give you the keys to the truck and you can go get whatever you want at the grocery store."

"You, you would do that?" Tee asked, not stopping in her cooking.

"Yeah, why not?" Grant said, preparing his coffee the way he wanted, not the way Krystal insisted he fix it.

"I mean, suppose I get in a wreck?" Tee asked, scraping the omelet out of the pan.

"As long as you're not hurt. That's what they make insurance for," Grant said, sitting at his kitchen table.

After breakfast, Tee initiated some soft kisses and touches. Pulling him up the stairs again to their bedroom, Tee dropped her tee shirt to the floor and urged him to pull her panties down and off. From her purse, she produced the tube of cheap skin lotion. With another kiss, she crawled onto the bed, and assumed the position. She perched her ass up in the air as she put her shoulders to the mattress. Then, reaching back, she pulled her fleshy globes open.

"Ooooohhh!" she let out a long, happy grunt when she felt his greasy finger against her tightly clenched anus.

After a few moments of him lubricating her rectum, she barked out that he needed to quit playing around. She let out a long, low grunt when he pressed the head of his greased cock against her anus. At no time did Grant ever think to tell his little nymph that most girls, women did not like anal sex.

"That, AUGH! That, that's it, that's it, AUGH!" she purred, thrusting herself back to meet his forward progress.

Her ass was just as incredibly hot and tight as hit had been the previous evening. Tee was a much more active participant this morning, much more vocal about what she liked, what she wanted. The bedroom filled with the loud sounds of their flesh slapping together.

"I, oh, oh God, I... Aaieegh! Aaieegh! JESUS GOD!" Tee screamed out when Grant reached around her hip and diddled her clitoris.

"AUGH! I, oh, oh God yes!" Grant bellowed, spewing forcefully into her bowels.

In the shower, she marveled at the rain shower function. And, the moment he rinsed his cock clean, she knelt on the floor of the shower and performed a noisy, inexperienced but enthusiastic blow job. Only twice did Grant need to remind her about her teeth. Then she happily hugged him tightly.

After toweling dry, she made a show of slowly, sensuously applying her new skin lotion to her damp, pink flesh. Grant did think it was funny; the new, organic, expensive skin lotion did not give him an erection as she smelled it on her cute flesh. Then she made sure to coat every square inch of her body with sun block.

"I'm going wear this; it matches your car," she said, showing him the aquamarine bra and panty set.

"It looks good on you," he agreed, looking over his shoulder as she wiggled into the tight thong panties.

The light blue golf shirt matched her pale blue eyes. The khaki shorts showed off her sweet bubble butt to perfection. She modeled the outfit and smiled happily when he nodded his approval.

She assisted him in carrying one of the boxes down the stairs. Grant smirked; Tee was making damned sure Krystal's presence in her home was gone, gone, gone.

"Glad you're leaving your options open, Krystal," Grant thought, fighting the urge to grab and fondle Tee's buttocks as he dumped the boxes into the bed of the truck.

Robert and Chantal were thrilled to meet Tee; Chantal even grabbed Tee's hand and pulled her toward the brunch buffet, whispering and giggling excitedly with the blonde teenager.

"Younger is better, eh?" Robert whispered as he and Grant stepped up to the beverage counter.

"And a hell of a lot sweeter," Grant said, then sighed as he spotted Krystal and Charles Thomas Wilton seated at a table.

Even with the distraction of Tee sitting in his golf cart, happily chauffeuring him around, Grant and Robert managed to come in second overall. Grant also won for longest drive. He and Robert both matched the purse, donating the money to the two charities. Chantal grabbed the five hundred dollar voucher for the golf pro shop and dragged an unresisting Tee with her.

"Last year?" Chantal whispered to Tee. "I bought a Flowers Country Club windbreaker? That night I wore it to bed with nothing under it? Robert couldn't wait to unzip it!"

"Oh! We, we got enough get me a windbreaker?" Tee begged, eyes glowing.

They had enough to get a blue windbreaker, a blue golf cap and a Flowers Country Club nylon shirt for Tee. Chantal decided she wanted a red golf shirt and agreed that Tee could buy a golf shirt for Grant with the remaining money on their voucher. She hugged her new best friend tightly then they made their way to the lobby to wait for their men.

"I am so glad he found you," Chantal said, smiling as Robert and Grant came out of the locker room, hair still damp from their shower.

"I, me too," Tee said, clutching Chantal's hand.

"Oh! Oh you lucky bastard," Robert laughed, seeing the windbreaker draped over Tee's shoulders.

The guard paused for a moment but when Grant lowered the window, the man recognized the frequent visitor to the gated community and allowed the large truck to pass. Tee sat in the passenger seat, humming to herself as she fiddled with the zipper of her new windbreaker.

"Wonder if that means her options are still open or..." Grant smiled, seeing Charles' Mercedes-Benz sitting on the curb in front of Krystal's house.

"I uh, uh Grant, I, we..." Krystal said, flustered when she answered the door to find Grant holding a large cardboard box on her porch.

"Hi! Just returning some of your stuff," Grant said cheerfully.

"What? Just, just because I said I'm leaving my options open?" Krystal snarled, switching from flustered to aggravated in a millisecond.

"No. Because I'M leaving MY options open," Grant said, setting the first box on the small porch. "Got two more; I'm probably going need two or three more boxes for the rest of your stuff. Oh! Hey, any, any of my stuff still here? Donate it, okay?"

"Because, if I left it here? It wasn't that important to me," Grant thought but did not say it out loud as he put the second of the three boxes onto the porch.

"We need to stop off at the groceries," Tee stated, looking at her cell phone as Grant climbed into the truck.

"We do?" Grant said, driving away.

"Uh huh. Chantal and Robert are coming over for supper. You like eggplant parmesan?" Tee asked. "Oh, oh, and we need get some more of that lotion you like; I'm just 'bout out."

"You know, in all the time I been living here," Grant mused, waving to the guard as the man opened the gate. "I don't believe, well, I know Robert and Chantal have never come over."

"What? Really? I mean, Chantal said he's like your best friend," Tee asked, genuinely surprised.

"You know what? He is; Robert is my best friend," Grant agreed. "So, yeah, it is high time we had them over, isn't it?"

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The first time Grant put his mouth to Tee's fragrant pussy and tongued and fingered her to orgasm, Tee slapped his face. He stared up at her angry eyes in surprise as he rubbed his wet cheek.

"All this time? All this time and you can eat pussy? Like that?" she yelled, then spread her legs again. "Better do that again, hear?"

"Better never slap me ever again," Grant threatened but did eat her to another shrieking climax.

After that orgasm, Tee grumbled and complained while digging the large tube of Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store brand of skin lotion from her nightstand. She continued her mumbled pronouncements until his greasy fingers pressed against her tightly clenched anus. After that, her only sounds were grunts and coos.

After their shower, Tee sweetly asked him for some money and the keys to the Harley-Davisson Road King. He handed her five crisp Benjamins and told her she could have the keys to the pickup truck or to the Maserati; she was not licensed to ride the motorcycle. She plucked the key fob for the pickup truck; she admitted that the Maserati intimidated her.

A few hours later, she brought the groceries into the house. Afterward, she modeled some new clothing, including three Clark's Drive-In tee shirts and some bikini brief cotton panties. With a sassy smile, she assured him, he could 'buy' those panties from her.

"How much?" he smiled, already opening his wallet. "Oh, by the way, David called; said your watch is ready for pick up."

He had offered to buy her a new Rolex to replace the broken wristwatch. Tee smiled sadly, shaking her wrist in a vain attempt to get the watch to work again. She told him, the cheap watch had been a 'Sweet Sixteen' birthday gift from her Daddy; the last gift he'd given her before Tee's ultra-zealous religious mother had driven him from their trailer, from Tee's life.

Examining the cheap watch, David of David's Jewelers told Grant it would cost more to repair the watch than the watch was actually worth. Plunking his American Express card onto the counter, Grant told the man, point-blank, the watch was irreplaceable.

"Got it," David replied, giving Grant an understanding smile.

"My, my watch is ready?" Tee whooped. "Then Mister? The first pair of panties is free."

"Free, huh?" Grant thought but did not correct his happy girlfriend.

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"Where, where's my grandmother's necklace?" Krystal demanded two days after Grant dropped off the last of the seven boxes it took to completely erase Krystal's presence from Grant's, Tee's home.

"Your what?" Grant asked.

"My grandmother's necklace. With the ruby pendant," Krystal shrilled into the cell phone.

"Why haven't you blocked her phone number yet?" Tee whispered hoarsely, her blood red sports bra matching her old Clark's Drive-In blood red shorts.

"Krystal, I, I don't have a clue," Grant said. "I'll look for it, but I honestly don't remember..."

"I, I'll sue you if you don't..." Krystal threatened. "That, that's a family heirloom."

"Oopsie! Clumsy me; I dropped this pen," Tee gasped, bending at the waist to pluck the pen from the floor of Grant's home office, pointing her backside toward Grant.

"Damn!" Grant groaned, looking at Tee's sweet buttocks peeking out of her short shorts.

"Buddy, if her Grandmother gave her a necklace? It came from the Stop N' Go convenience store on Roberts Drive," Robert laughed when grant called him, two hours after receiving Krystal's phone call. "Her grandmother was even poorer than her and her momma."

Krystal found an attorney, Tanisha Brown-Jones that drafted a letter demanding the return of a priceless family heirloom, a twenty four inch long gold and diamond strand with four carat ruby pendant. Darla Michaels with Richards, Pellichet, Jones & Associates law firm responded with a 'cease and desist' letter; attached with an affidavit from Clara Jones affirming that there had never been any necklace.

"She is also demanding the transfer of one 'big ass Cadillac' your client promised her when she married that 'fancy-schmancy' doctor," Darla included with their response to Krystal's frivolous, harassing demands.

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"I hate these stupid braces," Tee lisped, running her tongue over the Invisalign Clear Aligners along her upper teeth.

"Licking them makes them work faster?" Grant asked as Chantal giggled.

"You hush," Tee giggled, finishing her glass of orange juice.

Bryant, the head groundskeeper quietly informed them that the Member-Guest tournament was beginning in twenty minutes. Grant thanked him and the man moved toward the next table where Phil and his girlfriend, a stunning African-American girl he'd met at Downtown Gentlemen's Club sat, enjoying a few spicy Bloody Marias. Absent was Monique; she'd abandoned Phil for a man she'd met on-line. Too late, Monique had discovered she'd been catfished. The last that anyone had heard, she was living, dead broke, with her mother and step-father and trying desperately to repair her destroyed credit rating.

"So? Still leaving your options open?" Krystal snarled nastily, approaching Grant's table, her son Bobby in tow.

"Hi Krystal; where's Charlie?" Grant asked, knowing very well that Charles Thomas Wilton had migrated to more welcoming environs a few months ago.

"Hi son; ready to be my guest for today?" Robert smiled at the tall, gangly fourteen year old boy. "Damn, boy, you, you're just about as tall as me! Need to quit growing there."

"No. No he is not," Tee said sweetly, standing and displaying her six months baby bump to the stunned Krystal.

"My options are closed," Grant smiled, also standing. "So, Guest, you ready?"

"Uh huh," Tee smiled, licking her upper teeth again.

"The windbreaker strikes again," Chantal opined, standing and displaying her own six month baby bump.

"Uh huh," Tee giggled, walking toward their waiting golf cart. "Says I can wear it whenever I want? But he, he's the only one gets to play with the zipper."

"Robert says the same thing," Chantal squealed.

"Men," Tee said and the two women giggled again.

The End

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***Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment.

I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.

Likewise, I also thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I also thank those that take the time to rate my words, those that take the time to 'Favorite' my works.

Krystal's ineffective attorney, Tanisha Brown-Jones is a minor character in 'Bonus' in the Loving Wives category.

Darla Michaels, Grant's attorney with Richards, Pellichet, Jones & Associates is a minor character in the 'Quest For Normal' series in the First Time category.

David of David's Jewelers is mentioned in a few tales in and around the greater DeGarde area. He's a good, honest man that cares more about establishing satisfied customers than grabbing a quick buck.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.