Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder

Chapter 55: Patty

This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations
portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons,
events or locations is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 1996. All rights, implicit or implied, except for
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	It had only been twenty-four hours, but she was having trouble
fitting all the pieces together. As she woke she found herself trying to
remember where she was. That was okay. It happened a lot when she woke up
in a strange bed. She felt a body move against hers and her hand reached
out to investigate.
	Hard.
	Firm.
	Muscular.
	Breasts.
	June.
	Then the rest of the previous day's events started to swim up to
the surface of her memory. Lots of cocks. Lots of orgasms. Lots of travel
and faces and pecs and hard, thrusting abdominals and her sister trying to
scratch her eyes out in the driveway. Yesterday would go down in the record
books as one of the most confusing days of her life.
	She felt June's hand wander up her side and lingered on the outer
curve of her right breast. Slowly the finger moved in a lazy circling
motion as it zeroed in on the nipple. When it reached its target the thumb
joined it and gently began pinching. The nails of the fingers turned
inwards and the nipple was caught between them; the pressure increased
imperceptibly until, without any way to tell it had happened, the sensation
crossed over from pleasure to pain. The nipple hardened against the attack
and Patty arched her back, pressing her breast against the fingers. Energy
shot out from the point of pain and made a bee-line for her clit. Within
seconds she was rising from sleepy, dreamy languishings to full-blown
sexual arousal. She threw the covers away and reached for where she knew
she would find June's head.
	June had obviously been awake for some time, waiting for Patty to
surface. But she was still taken by surprise with Patty's swift
attack. June tried to put up a struggle, but the powerful woman soon had
her under control. Patty dragged June's head down until she was positioned
just above Patty's cunt. Her legs were spread wide and the look of
determination let June know there would be no respite until June finished
what she had started.
	June still hadn't let go of Patty's nipple. Patty had made sure she
would not loose her grip on the lengthy nub of flesh. Now June's hand
opened and grabbed the entire mound, squeezing it, pressing it, massaging
it. At the same time she lowered her face to within an inch of Patty's
musky cunt and teased the labia with her tongue. Patty wriggled her hips
down the sheets to press against the aggravating torture. She pulled up on
June's hair and forced her lips against her lover's. It was too much to
stay quiet. She let out a loud, low moan that dripped of sexual desire. And
this, first thing in the morning. Within seconds Patty found herself
driving her hips hard against the attacks of her lover. She tried to hold
off, to let the tension rise, to savor the effect June was having on her,
but she was still drowsy, not quite up to the surface. A slow, easy orgasm
melted over her like hot cheese on nachos. Her jalepe–os popped and she
drifted, floated back into a sleepy, dreamy siesta.
	June drew herself up between Patty's legs and onto Patty. She let
her weight go, lowering herself down onto her and then let her hands roam
over the hard, powerfully muscled body she had worshipped and yearned for
since first having seen it in magazines back at the beginning of her own
body building career.
	She and Patty had fleshed out the extent of June's attraction to
Patty during the course of the previous evening's activities. Patty let her
know that whatever had drawn June to her was okay, as long as she could see
it for what it was and live with it. There was nothing wrong with wanting
Patty's body. There was nothing wrong with wanting to use her as a role
model. The only problem would be if it was done without regard for Patty's
own wishes. June had told Patty how much better she felt now that
everything was out in the open. She was also happy to know that fact far
surpassed fantasy.
	Patty allowed herself to be mildly flattered.
	She also liked the idea of being able to make love to this copy of
her body. They both talked about the slightly narcissistic feeling it gave
them. But even better was being able to lay back and experience all the
wonderful things they had done to each other, just as though they were
doing it to themselves. Many times in the past Patty had wondered what it
would feel like to grab her bicep and experience it only from the
outside. She always enjoyed running her hands over her various body parts,
especially when they were bloated and full from the pump. But there was
always the wish she could separate the feeling of her muscle from her
hand. As June's muscles came under Patty's scrutiny, Patty got to know just
what the sensation was. Although June was several years behind her in her
development, it was not so far that Patty's imagination couldn't make the
leap.
	Now she surrounded June's back with her own powerful arms and
hugged her tight, her fingers tracing the convoluted musculature of the
other woman's back. As June moved to explore various parts of Patty's body
her back muscles contorted and bulged, increasing Patty's need to explore
even more.
	It was going to be hard to give this up. It would take a lot to
make her want to move past the joy she was experiencing, her fine, full
breasts pressing against June's, each of their potent bodies hungering for
the attention of the other. About the only thing that could make this more
perfect would be to have her new neighbor standing over them, trying
desperately to decide which of these magnificent women he should offer his
eleven-and-a-half inch cock to first.
	That did it.
	She knew she had to do something about this. Arnold's cock had been
haunting her ever since yesterday morning (was it only yesterday?). Here
she was, lying beneath a body with the power and presence to fulfill her
sexual desires and fantasies, a beautiful, caring woman who fit her like a
matching piece of a very well-crafted puzzle. Her nipples were hard and
erect. Her clit was hard and erect. Her mind was humming on the edge of
sexual joy. And suddenly it wasn't enough. Again. It was just another step
towards the ultimate fantasy: Arnold.
	"June?"
	"Hmmm?"
	"June, honey. Could you come up for air for a second, please?"
	The cool air of the room made her wet nipple crinkle with delight
as June's mouth came off it in a Cheshire cat grin.
	"What's up, Patty?"
	"I know this is going to sound really crass and unappreciative, but
I've got to think about getting on the road."
	"I know. I was just trying to see how long I could distract you."
	"You know it's not because I'm not enjoying myself here."
	"Listen, love. If I had a eleven-and-a-half inch cock waiting for
me at the end of a long drive, I'd be wanting to get on the road as soon as
possible, too."
	Of course Patty had discussed Arnold with June. He was, after all,
the assumed reason for her heightened state of arousal. Even June, who was
as familiar with the augmented sexual appetite of people in the business,
had commented on Patty's devouring drive. In addition, Patty had passed
several comments about Arnold during June's introduction to anal sex. It
was very sweet of June to be so understanding; happy for Patty's good
fortune.
	"Thanks. I'm gonna hop in the shower. Alone. I'll see you in a few
minutes."
	Patty placed her hands on June's shoulders and lifted the woman off
of her, allowing her to roll to one side. She slid out of bed and headed
for the bathroom. At the door she turned back to June. She was stretched
out on the bed, the fingers of her left hand toying with her right nipple,
her right index finger circling her clit.
	"It's kind of hard to look at you and not want to cum, you know."
	"Thanks for the compliment, but you're really making this leaving
thing difficult."
	"Yeah. I know. A shame, isn't it?"
	"You are incorrigible, little sister."
	"Oh, incest, now, is it?"
	"June, dear. You are a lot closer to me now, after just a few
hours, than my real sister has ever been after all my life. And stop doing
that."
	"Doing what? This?" June's left hand moved to her clit as well. She
doubled her efforts and was soon writhing on the bed in exaggerated
expectation of an orgasm.
	Patty began striking poses, her thrilling body suddenly covered
with bulging muscles, her skin lined with veins. June gasped involuntarily
and her attempts to lure Patty back to bed suddenly became an honest drive
to bring herself off. Patty locked eyes with the desperate, horny woman
and, with just a few more poses, witnessed June's shuddering, shaking body
as she drove herself over the edge. Her muscles tensed, her back arched,
her fingers whipped back and forth across her clit, and then she collapsed
back on the bed, her chest heaving with deep breaths.
	Patty smiled triumphantly. "Look ma, no hands." June just groaned
as Patty made her way to the shower.
	While waiting for the hot water to come up, Patty turned to the
mirror and studied her reflection. She tried to see it from the perspective
of someone else; someone who could appreciate the effort she had put into
forming her body into the finely honed sculpture she saw before her. Surely
June could do that. There was no one who had a better idea of what it was
like than June. That had a scary feeling to it, even after having worked
through the issue last night.
	Then there was Arnold. This was who she really wanted to affect
with her body. Would it be enough? Surely he must have had so many amazing
encounters in his life. She wondered if he went around dropping his
eleven-and-a-half inch schlong into every woman's hand: "Hi, my name is
Arnold and this is my cock." Would she be the most recent in a long line of
conquests? Even now she knew he would be at The Pump House working out with
Peter. What was that going to be like? Would she be able to compare with
Peter, even?
	She became aware of the mirror again, but the water had finally
gotten hot and the bathroom was filled with steam. She closed her eyes and
ran her hands up her sides to her breasts. She squeezed them, pressed them,
rubbed them the way she wanted others to. June had known what she wanted
and was very good at guessing how to give that to her. Should she take June
along with her for her encounter with Arnold? That would be too
much. Besides, Patty had to know that she could handle this guy on her own
terms.
	Why was she suddenly so filled with doubts? After the trail of
sexual devastation she had left behind her over the past twenty-four hours,
was there any question that she wasn't the most sought after body in the
state? Besides Arnold's, of course.
	It was June. Not that she had done anything on purpose, but just
knowing there was someone else striving to be as much her as possible
seemed a bit threatening. Could June walk into the same places Patty had
the past day and leave the same trail of carnage? Patty doubted it, but
didn't like the fact that she could even ask the question. Then there was
the issue of why it mattered in the first place. If what Peter said about
Arnold was correct, then it couldn't, shouldn't matter one bit.
	She adjusted the water temperature and then quickly gave herself
the once over with a bar of soap from the rack hanging off the shower
head. Patty shuddered as she recognized the shower hardware as being the
same one she had at home. What were the chances? The soap had a familiar
smell to it as well, though it was well passed being identifiable. Maybe
the towels on the shelf were the same as hers. And the deodorant in the
medicine chest. And perhaps they even used the same tampon and hair spray
and gym shoe inserts and. . .
	Give it a break, Patty.
	She was quite relieved to find that June's towels were, indeed,
quite different from her own. She didn't bother trying to find out what
else matched up or didn't. It really didn't matter, did it? Did it?
	There was a soft knock on the bathroom door.
	"I'll be finished in a second."
	She had just spent the entire night naked with this woman. What was
wrong with letting her see her now? She opened the door. June was already
dressed in something she might go jogging in.
	"I just wanted to use the john before I went out for a morning
run. I can wait."
	Patty finished drying herself off. She turned to ask what she
should do with the wet towel. The look on June's face was a study in
adoration.
	"I can't wait."
	"For what?"
	"Until I look like that. Like you. It was great being able to make
love to you last night. Now I'll know what other people will be
experiencing when I get closer to looking like you."
	"It's funny, I was just thinking that very thing. It was kind of
nice being able to get to know my body through you. And I'll tell you,
you've got a lot to look forward to. If it feels half as good to someone
else as it does to me, then your lovers have a lot to look forward to,
also."
	"I bet you can make men cum just by looking at you."
	"It's been known to happen, yeah."
	"I'm looking forward to that. I want to be that hot."
	"I'll tell you, June, it has as much to do with the other person as
it does with you. And it's not something you can fake. You've got to want
to make them do it as much as they want to. If those two things are there,
there's nothing to stop the fluids from gushing. I made two guys do it
yesterday, would have been three if he hadn't been hung up on something."
Poor Peter. Arnold would be able to get that straightened out, no
doubt. "What should I do with this towel?"
	"Just leave it, I'm doing laundry later today, anyway."
	They looked at each other again. June shook her head and stepped
out of the way to let Patty pass then went into the bathroom and closed the
door behind her. Patty did not miss the distinctive odor that trailed
behind June as she went.
	Her clothes were strewn all over the basement downstairs, so she
dug through her overnight bag and got out the change of clothing she had
brought with her. The blouse was one her brother-in-law had given her for
her birthday this year. She had been so happy to get something that fit her
so well. So very well. Looking back on it, there was little doubt as to his
reasons for wanting her to look this good. And she did look this good,
too. It must have tortured him to have her model it for him as she had, so
eager to show him how it hugged her in all the right places. It was a good
thing she hadn't worn it on her way down the day before. It would have been
one too many nails in the coffin for her sister.
	There was something she hadn't given enough thought to in the past
several hours. Not that she wanted to. Not that her sister really deserved
it. But, sooner or later, that whole mess was going to have to be worked
out.
	After tonight.
	After Arnold.
	She was tucking the blouse into her jeans when June came out of the
bathroom. And here was another moment Patty was not looking forward
to. Although this had been a very pleasurable experience in many ways, it
had also been a very weird finish to a very weird day. Did she want to see
this woman again? Did she want to give her the address to her apartment or
just leave it at making sure she knew how to get to The Pump House? Did
June expect Patty's apartment address or even her phone number?
	Actually, the whole thing seemed rather silly. She was in the phone
book; June no doubt knew where the gym was, and if not could easily find
out. And, bottom line, it was always nice to know there was a cop
around. Especially one with such great taste in female body builders. Patty
wished she wasn't feeling so out of sorts, so awkward.
	June had a questioning look on her face. Patty asked her what was
up.
	"You seem rather disconnected this morning, Patty."
	"I know. You gotta believe me when I tell you yesterday was,
without a doubt, one of the strangest days of my life. I kind of put it all
on hold last night, but I think the dam just broke and I'm trying hard to
figure it all out. And then, on top of everything else, I cap off the
evening by making love to a very close approximation of myself. Good or
bad, it was all very bizarre. And most of it delightful. Thank you for a
great time and some wonderful hospitality."
	"This sounds more like a 'good-bye' than a 'see-ya-later.'"
	"Don't mean it to. You know where to find me. Play your cards right
I might even introduce you to my next door neighbor. If you could handle
it."
	"I'd like to see if we have that much in common. Thanks. I don't
get up that way much, but I guess a weekend in the big city wouldn't
hurt. I'll give you a call at the gym sometime and see if you'll be
around."
	"Oh, I'm always around. About the most I can manage is a day or two
like this to zip down the coast. Of course, I guess that will be out of the
question for a little while, at least. Come on up. Even if you don't fit a
size eleven-and-a-half, there are plenty of healthy young studs who'd love
to show you around the joint."
	They stared at each other for a few seconds, each wondering if
there was anything more to be said. They both shrugged their
shoulders. Guess not. There was a quick hug and June walked Patty out to
her car. As she was getting in, she remembered the clothes thrown off in a
frenzy the night before downstairs. Then she laughed. It had worked once,
already. She decided to leave them and give June a reason to take that trip
to the city. There was nothing she really needed. Not even the negative,
really.
	Getting out of the subdivision was only slightly less complicated,
the only advantage being that the sun was up and Patty was able to guess
her way back to the freeway. As she accelerated down the entrance ramp her
stomach rumbled its disapproval for having left June's without stashing
some calories. Nothing for the next couple of miles looked remotely
interesting and she decided she could hold out until she reached home.
	She didn't have to be at the gym at all today, but visions of
June's body drove her to decide to get some pumps in. A quick, albeit late,
breakfast at home and then she'd hit the weights for a while. There was
also the thought that she was coming very close to the event which had been
driving her life for the past twenty-four hours. She marveled at the fact
that it had only been yesterday morning when she had met Arnold and his
presence had begun its amazing effect on her. And in just a few more hours
she would be experiencing this frightening man first hand.
	Her anus trembled.
	The traffic on the freeway was only moderately heavy, but it was
enough to give her thoughts of bailing out and taking the coast road back
up. She checked where she was and mentally calculated where the next exit
would put her; just south of the little gas station she had stopped at the
day before.
	No way.
	Even as she thought this her whole body began to hum as though she
were about to be entered by cock; that wonderful moment of suspension just
before the head presses against the lips of her cunt, that instant when you
prepare for the invasion, the lowering of defenses, the tensing, then
relaxing as you spread yourself to accept the hot, hard shaft of flesh
which fills and presses and sends your mind sailing off on such wonderful
journeys.
	Patty realized she had paid little attention to the road for the
last several moments and made a quick survey of her surroundings. The car
to the left of her was being driven by a young man with long blond locks of
loosely curled hair. His sharp features gave him the look of a modern
sculpture. He was busy trying to drive and keep an eye on Patty at the same
time; his head did quick little jerking motions back and forth as he looked
first at the road ahead and then out his right window. Although Patty was
in no mood to get involved with anything less than eleven-and-a-half
inches, she enjoyed the attention.
	Concentrating on the warm feelings being generated between her
legs, she pressed her arms together on the steering wheel, arched her back
slightly and felt her lengthy nipples press against the fabric of her
shirt. She had no doubt the effect she was producing was visible a lane
away. She thought harder about Arnold's huge cock resting in her hand,
imagined the moment of suspension just before he would press it into
her. Her nipples ached even more. She wanted desperately to press her hands
against them, to squeeze them, pinch them. The memory of June's attentions
that morning was brought back to her as well. She moaned. She glanced back
at the sculpture to her left. His right hand had left the steering wheel
and was below her field of vision, but the look on his face left little
room for doubt about what he was up to.
	What was his cock doing? Was the head slowly creeping down his pant
leg? Or was it painfully pressing against the zipper. Had he cum in the
last day or two? Was he so horny that a small spot was appearing on the
front of his chinos? She imagined it pressing up against the zipper, hard,
painful, threatening to burst through the front of his pants. She would be
turning him on so bad the zipper would be no match for his need. She flexed
her upper body harder and was rewarded by the sculpture's car almost
ramming into the side of hers. Horns blew, traffic swerved and slowed as
everyone tried to avoid this accident waiting to happen.
	And she knew - just knew - that there was a small pool of hot,
salty liquid slowly spreading out from the huge aching bulge in the front
of his pants.
	Six for seven. Look, ma. No hands.
	She had to wonder, though. Was the whole world that horny? Or was
it just her?
	She vowed to behave herself the rest of the way home and settled in
for a long, boring ride made even less bearable by the low-level hum that
now coursed through her rock-hard body. Occasionally, thoughts of what she
wanted to do to her neighbor's body floated to the top of her mind and she
had to deflect them with inventories of cleaning supplies for the gym and
completely unwarranted worries about Peter's closing up the night before.
	She wished that thought hadn't crossed her mind. It was very
possible the two of them, Arnold and Peter, were, at this very moment,
having their first session at The Pump House. Would they go straight to
work or get to know each other a little before hitting the weights?
	Screech
	Honk
	"Sorry."
	A case of cleanser, two mop heads, a couple gallons of bleach. . .
	She decided to go directly to her apartment and change into fresh
clothes before going to the gym. She also thought she would rather not see
Arnold (with Peter) before the appointed time this evening. It was quite
wonderful, this hot, hummy feeling she got inside her everytime she thought
about the two men together. It was also a little amusing. How many people
would have been overwhelmed with the thought of having sex with Arnold, and
here she was desiring not only his beautiful, well-hung talents, but also
those of a man she wasn't even sure would be interested in having sex with
her. Would Peter let her get close again? Would he let her participate? She
remembered what Peter had said after Arnold left the gym the day
before. Sharing, wanting it all. How close would Peter come to having the
same philosophy? Or, once having had Arnold, would he not want to share at
all?
	The car almost drove past her apartment and on to the gym of its
own volition and she had to remind herself of the trouble she could cause
if she didn't reign herself in. It would also be good for her to practice a
little restraint today, build the tension. She wanted to be a volcano for
Arnold that night. She knew she could match him in every way. The thrill of
having sex with another body that would be as dynamic, as high-pitched as
her own. . . she moaned softly.
	She was able to control herself only until she got into the
elevator. As the doors slid noisily closed she grabbed one of her breasts
and squeezed the nipple hard. Her other hand forced its way down the front
of her pants and pressed against the fabric of her panties, rubbing herself
violently. She didn't want to cum. She only wanted to drive herself
higher. She was going to enjoy the torture of the day, so close to
exploding, so energized, so horny. She knew by the time she finished
working out she would be ready to fuck a flagpole. She also knew that,
tonight, she would.
	By the time she had gotten something to eat, talked herself out of
masturbating a couple dozen times and dressed to workout it was well into
the afternoon. She decided to walk over to the gym, having spent the
morning sitting in the car.
	Greg greeted her from behind the desk with a "well look what the
cat dragged in" look. She countered with a "you are not worthy to lick my
toes and wouldn't you just want to fuck this incredible body right here on
the countertop you big, muscular hunk of manflesh" look. Greg tried to come
back with a retort, but finally responded with a "you win, O possessor of
that which I ache desperately for" look.
	"In your dreams, stud. Anything interesting happen while I was
away?"
	"Where do you want me to start?"
	"Oh-oh. Good or bad?"
	"Good mostly, I guess."
	"Let me guess. Peter and Arnold, right?"
	"You got it. They just left a little while ago. I think Arnold was
taking him to lunch."
	 "Lunch and dessert?"
	"Hard to say. I'm pretty sure they took care of dessert before
getting to work this morning. They certainly spent a lot of time down in
the locker room before they started."
	"So what's not to be good?"
	"Nothing, I guess. We're all just getting used to losing the kid
and gaining Peter, that's all. And the place is still buzzing in Arnold's
wake. Where the hell did you find him?"
	"Next door neighbor. Can you believe it? A lot of stretched out
jockstraps, huh?"
	"Yeah. And then, just after they left, this couple came in looking
for Arnold. I thought they were related or something. They looked alike."
	"Oh, God. You mean there are more of them walking around?"
	"Yeah. There was something about the guy especially; his stance,
his eyes, his. . ."
	"Jockstrap?"
	"There was that. Anyway, the two of them, Ed and Sam. . ."
	"Ed and Sam? Two guys?"
	"Sam's a woman. Samantha, maybe. They had the same. . . I don't
know. . . power? They had a feeling about them."
	"You should have asked them to stick around."
	"Things were crazy enough after Peter and Arnold left. I'm still
waiting for my turn back in the employees bathroom, if you know what I
mean."
	"So what did you tell these folks?"
	"They wanted to know if I could give them Arnold's address. I said
no and they understood. They left their phone number just in case he
checked in. I told them he would be back tomorrow morning at nine and they
left."
	Patty started to say she would give the message to Arnold that
evening, then decided she didn't want him distracted from her own selfish
aims. That didn't seem right, either. She went with her first instinct.
	"I'm going to see Arnold tonight. I'll give him the message."
	"Here it is. Everyone here has been asking for that number. Very
hot. Put it in a safe place."
	Patty pulled out the front of her sweatshirt and stuffed the piece
of paper into her cleavage."
	"I said safe, Patty."
	"Honey, I told you, I'm seeing Arnold tonight. And I mean
night. Today we abstain. Tonight we soar."
	"Maybe I should have told those two he would be here tomorrow
afternoon."
	"Maybe you should have told them he would be a drooling,
blithering, pussy-whipped sex slave by tomorrow."
	"Maybe I should take you in the back room and knock your ego down a
few notches."
	"As much as I would like to see you try, and believe me, I'm really
in the mood for a little conquering of my own, I'm here to hit the
weights. You need to take a break before I get started?"
	"Yeah. Peter took off and said he'd be back later. I know he's not
on any kind of schedule, but I hadn't counted on him leaving."
	"Things are changing rapidly around here. I'll have to talk to him
about hours and such. It's just never been an issue before. He's always
just been here."
	"People have been asking for him all day. Several were a little
peeved he was spending so much time with Arnold."
	"Well, we'll just have to get used to that. He expressed an
interest in being his partner. Looks like that's already settled."
	"Yeah. It's just that a lot of people will be disappointed."
	"We'll work it out. Besides, if these boneheads can't get through
it without someone mothering them, perhaps we've been too easy on them."
	"Let 'em eat cake, huh?"
	"Something like that. Go ahead and take a break, I'll hold down the
fort."
	"Thanks. I shouldn't be too long."
	"Honey, your never too long."
	"Gee, Patty, you say the sweetest things. Haven't even had your
first date and already your spoiled."
	"Spoiled, no. Just raising my standards a bit. Besides, it's about
time we got some new blood in this place. It was starting to look like some
royal court in here with all the in-breeding. Now get lost."
	Patty busied herself with trying to find something to busy herself
with for a few minutes until Peter walked in the door. Patty didn't know
what she should have expected, but it wasn't what she got.
	"Patty!"
	Peter ran around the front desk, planted a great big brotherly kiss
in the middle of her forehead then lifted her by the waist and spun around
twice. The stunned look on Patty's face sobered him a little, but only a
little.
	"I'm sorry for taking so long with lunch. I got down to the beach
and lost track of the time. It won't happen again."
	"Peter?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Could you put me down, please?"
	"Oh, sorry. I mean, no, I'm not sorry. I'm not anything. I'm not
late or bad or stupid or weak or dumb or sick or anything."
	"Well, it's nice to know we can shorten the list. In the meantime,
could you put me down, please?"
	Peter lowered her slowly to the floor, her body sliding down the
front of hers. As her crotch met his she felt a decidedly un-brotherly
bulge which he subtly pressed against her. If this had been any other time,
any other place she would have had this young man on the counter,
committing the closest thing to rape she could imagine a woman doing to a
man. Instead, questions filled her mind. What had happened? This was
definitely not the response she had gotten from him the previous day. The
look on her face must have been obvious in its meaning. He ran his hands to
her shoulders, held her at arm's length and peered deep into her eyes.
	"Look close, Patty. What do you see?"
	Patty studied him. She knew the answer wasn't obvious. She also
knew one of her volleys of quick repartee was not what was called for
here. There was something more than an infantile infatuation with
eleven-and-a-half inches of cock at work. Something deep had changed. It
might not even have anything to do with Arnold. Or, at least, very little.
	"Does this have anything to do with what we talked about
yesterday?"
	"Yes. Of course it does. It has everything to do with it."
	"So Arnold has had quite an affect on you."
	"There you go again, Patty, being dumb."
	"I'm sorry? I thought we were talking about your little ejaculation
problem."
	"We are. But it has very little to do with Arnold directly. It has
everything to do with you."
	Peter's eyes were welling up with tears. The broad smile on his
face bubbled with joy. She wanted to pull him to her, crush him in her arms
and feel him do the same. Another place, another time. . .
	Greg came up the stairs and cleared his throat.
	"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
	"Yeah. But it's probably a good thing."
	"Hi, Greg. I hope it wasn't too much trouble me being gone that
long?"
	"Everything's all settled. That's one hell of a workout partner
you've got there. Looks like you both got the better deal."
	"Thanks. Now I just have to figure out how I'm going to keep from
disappointing every one else around here."
	Patty could feel her mother hen instincts kicking in and so she
counted to ten before making her next move.
	"I think we need to talk, my friend. Would you feel all right about
stepping into the office?"
	Peter smiled. Patty had hoped he would understand her concern for
this gesture and how it would be perceived. She mentally gave them both a
brownie point for sensitivity. Peter preceded her into the other room and
she shut the door behind her. After a brief, awkward moment he took a seat
in one of the chairs on the "visitors" side of the desk. Patty decided to
let him call the shots and sat in the large armed recliner on the business
side. She had been sure of what she wanted to say to him, had been sure of
how she wanted this to go. She was also reminded of the last time they were
in this room together and how things had taken an unexpected turn. Besides,
Peter seemed to have something he wanted to say first. She waited.
	"He told me to fuck him in the ass, Patty."
	"Why is it every time I let you start, I end up feeling like the
room is spinning around me?"
	"Just a spinnin' kind of guy, I guess."
	"So?"
	"So I fucked him in the ass."
	"So now you're big man on campus."
	"Trying not to be. What's the matter, Patty? I thought you'd be
happy for me. This doesn't have anything to do with your date with him
tonight, does it?"
	"I guess it's not supposed to. But how do you expect it to affect
me? You just told me you dorked the guy I've spent the last twenty-four
hours obsessing over. The guy who, just yesterday, introduced himself by
dropping his eleven-and-a-half inch cock into the palm of my hand. And so
now I'm just supposed to throw my arms around you, shout congratulations
and go home to knit a sweater or something. Right?"
	"Wrong. And you know it, Patty. At least about the sweater. He is
so hot for your bod he was having a hard time keeping his cock soft all
afternoon." Peter paused for a moment and blushed. "I. . .ah. . .told him
about your thing for smells. He'll probably work up a bit of a sweat before
you get together tonight."
	Patty didn't know whether to climb over the desk and kill him or
kiss him. She would have been unhappy with either result, but she felt like
such a shit just sitting there. What had she in mind when she'd asked him
to come in here, anyway? Oh yeah.
	"It sounds like you're status here is changing. There are rumblings
among the ranks. I know we've never set any kind of schedule before, but
that's because you were always here. Couldn't get rid of you." She
chuckled. "It's about time this turned into a real job for you. You know
what I mean?"
	Peter shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
	"What's the matter?"
	"I don't know. It's just that, before, I was here because I wanted
to be. Now you're making it so I have to be."
	"That was before. This is now. You've made a commitment to
Arnold. But you've also made a commitment to a lot of other people out
there who have come to value your time and energy. I'm just trying to make
the best of all worlds here."
	"What do you have in mind?"
	"Actually, the question is 'what do you have in mind?' It's your
life. And, at least for the moment, you hold the advantage."
	"Advantage?"
	"Yeah. You've got the supply, out there is the demand. Let's talk
turkey."
	Peter shook his head for several seconds, his face reflecting a
series of internal discussions. Finally he looked back at Patty and
shrugged his shoulders.
	"I don't know anything about this, Patty. It's all kinda new to
me."
	"Okay. Maybe this is taking things a little too fast. Let's lay out
the facts, then you take some time to work on them." Peter nodded in
agreement. "Good. First, we need to figure out a salary for you. We also
need to figure out a schedule. Both have to do with what it's worth to
you. What do you need to live? Time and money. You need to make a budget
and a schedule. You tell me how much money you need and how much time you
can give us. We'll match that against what I'm willing to pay you and how
much time I need you here. Both of us are going to have to be
reasonable. You've been giving it away for free for so long we're all used
to that. On the other hand, don't price yourself out of the market. Maybe
you should do a little research. Ask around at some of the other gyms and
find out what folks are getting. Okay?"
	"Yeah. Sure."
	"What's wrong?"
	"I don't know. All of a sudden it seems so. . .so. . ."
	"Grown-up?"
	"Yeah. Oh well, I guess it had to happen sooner or later. Peter Pan
gets a job. Film at eleven."
	"Don't worry. It happens to the best of us. All of us,
actually. Some adjust to it better than others, that's all. If you want to
play with the big boys, you gotta learn the rules. Relax, it's really a lot
easier once you get some structure. With all the hours you've been putting
in here, it's going to feel like a vacation."
	"I think that's the trouble. I don't want a vacation. I don't want
to have to worry about filling up a lot of spare time."
	"Peter."
	"Yeah, Patty?"
	"Look who you're working out with. You won't have anything to worry
about. Except maybe fending off everyone who's going to want to get into
your pants."
	"Aw, Patty."
	"Cut the bashful stuff, stud. If I weren't prepping myself for some
serious pelvis smashing tonight I'd have you pinned to the carpet right
now. And I don't give a flying fuck how you feel about women."
	"Arnold told me I shouldn't be surprised about who I see in the
mirror tonight. The more this day goes on, the more I feel different. How
do I look? Anything changed?"
	Patty thought of a million comebacks, but decided to give him the
straight answer. She studied his face, looking for signs that something had
changed inside him. Her gaze traveled down his torso and he opened himself
to her.
	"You're very pumped. Arnold must have put you through your paces."
	"He kicked my butt. I've been spending all this time getting
everyone else to max out. Now I know what it feels like."
	"What goes around comes around."
	"He was pretty beat, too."
	"No doubt."
	Patty continued her appraisal. Nothing else seemed to be obviously
different, so she returned to his face. That was it; the smile. It made
Patty grin.
	"What are you smiling at?"
	"You. You're smiling. You haven't stopped since you walked in
here."
	"Come to think of it, I haven't stopped since Arnold walked in
here. My cheeks are starting to hurt."
	"No pain, no gain." Patty sighed. "You're really quite handsome,
you know."
	Peter blushed. "Aw, Patty. Now don't start."
	"Really. And I don't just mean outside. It's your
vulnerability. You're kind of child-like. It leaves people
defenseless. That's how you get inside these folks and push them. They
can't believe such a sweet, disarming person could be such a drill
sergeant. You get 'em going before they have time to say no, and by then
it's too late. Sneaky fucker."
	"I don't mean to be. I just see what I think they need and help
them find it. I'm not trying to trick anyone."
	"Sometimes the only way to get someone to do something is to make
them forget their doing it. Like now." Peter raised a questioning
eyebrow. "You don't even know you're doing it, do you?"
	"What are you talking about?"
	"I don't know. Maybe I'm just excited about tonight. I should be
mad at you for getting to Arnold before me. I should be pouting and firing
you and throwing hundred-pound plates across the room. If I were acting
true to form. Instead I'm sitting here trying very hard not to jump across
this desk and drive myself down on that sweet, innocent, gorgeous cock you
are so innocently thrusting towards me."
	Peter sat up straight in the chair and crossed his legs, his hands
dropping down to his genitals in a protective gesture. Patty laughed. Peter
smiled shyly. Patty growled in frustration and spun the chair around to
look out the window.
	After a couple of seconds Peter cleared his throat. "Patty?"
	"What?"
	"When I'm ready, I want you to be my first. When I'm ready."
	Silence hung between them for a long time. Patty didn't want to
respond because she couldn't predict how she would act. She hoped he would
just get up and politely leave the room. She listened for movement, but all
she could hear was his deep, even breathing. Finally, she could stand it no
longer. "Take the rest of the day off, Peter. We'll see you tomorrow and
talk about all of this." She swung her chair around to face him. "Tomorrow
afternoon."
	"Arnold said he'd be in at three."
	"Smart man. See you then."
	Peter stood and went to the door. As it opened it he thrust his
pelvis forward and the door caught against the bulge in his pants. He
slowly pulled the door past it, pressing into it as it went, and then
turned to Patty, giving her an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle. The nearest
thing to Patty's right hand, a pink rubber erasure, came sailing across the
room and bounced off the door as it closed behind him.
	Holy shit was she horny.
	Her hand begged to be allowed to grab herself between the legs. Her
whole body started to vibrate in frustration. She recognized the signs and
knew there was only one thing, short of masturbation, that was going to
solve this. Good thing, too, because that was exactly what she had come
here for.
	She came storming out of the office and headed for the gym floor
with such determination that everyone cleared a path for her. On the way,
Greg yelled to remind her to warm-up first. She told him to go fuck himself
and then quickly went through a set of stretches. For the second time that
day the room was filled with the sexually charged vibrations of someone
under Arnold's influence. She approached the first person she saw.
	"You alone?"
	The girl, the guest of a member, having never been exposed to the
full-blown Patty, shook her head but said nothing.
	"I need a partner. You available?"
	A non-verbal nod was response enough. Patty grabbed her arm and
dragged her across the room.
	Two-and-a-half hours later the poor girl, whose name Patty hadn't
even bothered to learn, collapsed in the corner behind a pec-deck draped
with two spider plants. A hanging ivy extended down from a shelf along the
wall and ended inches above her head. When Patty turned to her she cowered,
fearing what might come next. Patty walked to her, took her two hands and
lifted her to her feet. Her muscles, pumped beyond anything this girl had
seen, strained the skin to the bursting point.
	"Thank you. You did pretty good, sticking with me. You keep that up
and there won't be a woman on the beach who won't have to look out for
you."
	The girl just shook her head in disbelief and sat down on the seat
of the pec-deck, stunned beyond communication.
	Patty headed for the shower pulling off articles of clothing along
the way. She was naked from the waist up by the time she got to the locker
room door. A quick stop at the entrance to the shower room as she stepped
out of the rest of her clothing, left her completely free. The shower
nozzles lined opposite walls. She walked to the center one on the left and
turned it on as well the one to the left and right of it. Turning the outer
nozzles to face her, she spread her arms and legs wide and let the hard,
biting spears of sensation hit her full force.
	She was so full, so big, so pumped. Every muscle shrieked and
yelled. She wanted a hard, firm, strong, muscular, well-hung body to grab
her, crush her, fight her, test her strength, press against her, fill
her. She'd thought the workout would be enough, but it only fueled her
desire. She wanted more.
	Turn the center nozzle to a hard, driving, solid stream.
	Move so it hits the left nipple.
	Oh, God.
	So hard.
	Hold it.
	Hold it.
	Gotta move.
	Hold it.
	Harder.
	Harder.
	It's so long.
	So hard.
	Can't stand it.
	Now the right.
	Already erect.
	Hard.
	Don't touch.
	Stay there.
	Harder.
	God, it aches.
	Hurts.
	Now.
	Slowly move to the left.
	Hard on the breast bone.
	Drumming.
	Slowly now.
	Move back.
	Down.
	Flex the abs.
	Hard on the abs.
	Move back.
	On the belly button.
	Hard.
	Move back.
	Back.
	Slow.
	On the top of the pelvis.
	Hold.
	Wait.
	Wait.
	Oh, God.
	Back an inch.
	Another.
	Another.
	In the hair.
	Sway left.
	Sway right.
	Back an inch.
	Oh, so close.
	Lean back.
	A bit.
	A bit more.
	Oh, yeah.
	Oh, shit.
	Oooohhhhhh.
	Unnnnnhhhhhhh.
	Mmmmmmmmm.
	Oh, God.
	Oh, God.
	Oh.
	Oh.
	Oh.
	Oh.
	Hold.
	Hold.
	Hold.
	Can't.
	Hold.
	Don't.
	Oh.
	No.
	No.
	Hold.
	Ho. . .
	Ho. . .
	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
	Yeah.
	Oh, yeah.
	Oh, shit.
	Patty sank slowly to her knees in front of the onslaught, turning
her head as the stream of water approached her face. She let it drive into
the top of her skull for a few seconds and then pulled away. She had been
so close. Just a few more seconds. . .
	Her clit hadn't been able to stand the intense attack. And she
wanted to save it for tonight.
	"That stud better be in rare form." Patty's voice echoed off the
tiles of the room, mixing with the sound of the water.
	"That stud better have life insurance."
	Patty turned quickly to see her workout partner standing at the
entrance to the room. Her clothes were laying in a pile next to Patty's and
the visual evidence said she had seen enough for it to have a profound
affect on her.
	"I'm sorry. I didn't know this was a private affair. It's just
that, well, after what you put me through out there, I was a little,
ya'know, sweaty."
	It took a second for Patty to straighten her head around. There was
nothing wrong with this girl having seen her self-torture session. What she
was having trouble with was the fact that here was a young, firm, muscled,
sexually stimulated body standing within striking distance and Patty's
whole being was vibrating on the edge of a volcanic eruption.
	"You need some, ya'know, help?"
	It took another second for Patty to process the invitation. The
girl obviously took the delay to mean she had not made herself clear.
	"Can I, ya'know, like do anything for you?"
	Patty stood and moved toward the girl. She leaned up against the
wall, reached out and stroked the girl's cheek with the back of her hand.
	"What's your name?"
	"Julia. You're Patty"
	"Yeah."
	"After you left I asked the friend I'm with out there. They told
me. About you. Who's the stud?"
	"New guy. Just moved in next door to me. Has some rather special
attributes."
	"I guess. You always get psyched up for a date this way?"
	"Honey, this is just the tail end of it. You wouldn't believe what
I've been through the past twenty-four hours."
	"If you have to let off that much steam, it must have been pretty
intense."
	"Honey, if I could write a book. . ."
	The two women stood face to face for a moment, the tension between
them becoming thicker by the second. Julia made several starts at moving
towards Patty but hesitated each time. Patty waited, wondering just what
her admirer had in mind. Finally, Julia got up enough courage to raise her
hand to Patty's left breast and lightly graze the inch-long nipple with the
back of her index finger's knuckle. When Patty didn't object, she became
more bold, turned her hand and pressed the palm against the hard
nub. Again, Patty's reaction neither encouraged or discouraged. Julia's
other hand found its way to Patty's opposite breast and pressed into it as
well.
	Now Patty began to react. Julia's actions were still reticent so
Patty grabbed her hands and mashed them against her, pressing her hard,
firm breasts into the attention. This was all the encouragement Julia
needed. Suddenly she was down on her knees, her mouth open and seeking the
hot, moist pit of Patty's passion. She pulled her hands away from Patty's
breasts and used them to spread the swollen lips of her vagina. With the
precision of an expert marksman, she dove for Patty's clit. Patty found
herself plastered up against the wall of the shower, the woman's tongue
lapping viciously at her hard, swollen clit. She knew she was very close to
cumming and almost gave into her overflowing desires. At the last minute,
though, she reached for Julia's head and pulled it away from her cunt. The
other woman's eyes stared up at her, filled with question and desire.
	"You, my dear, are enough to make me stray. But I kind of made a
pact with myself. No cork popping until this evening. This guy is going to
be enough to handle. I want to be able to keep up with him."
	"He must be very special."
	"Yeah. Eleven-and-a-half inches of special."
	Julia stood, her mouth agape, the smell of Patty's musk on her
lips. "Thick?"
	"It's gonna hurt real good."
	Julia's hand moved to her own clit and began to work
herself. Obviously, the thought of such a penis inside her was driving her
need. Patty moved to her and offered her own finger in assistance. The
offer was accepted and within seconds cries of succulent torture were
echoing off the tiles of the shower room. Patty sucked on one of Julia's
nipples and then the other. Their positions switched and Julia was the one
pressed against the wall. She shoved her pelvis hard against Patty's hand
and, with the help of her own manipulations of her nipples, soon found
herself leaping into orgasm.
	As her bliss rumbled through her body, she lunged at Patty and
pressed her mouth to Patty's in a desperate kiss. Her arms flew around
Patty's neck and dug into her muscles, seeking to grapple with their
strength, plumb their extent. Patty felt the woman's crotch pump against
her thigh as her passion took over. She flexed her legs and the explosion
in strength and size drove the other woman even higher. Her hands were a
flurry of activity, seeking out every rock-hard bulge of Patty's body;
crushing and pressing, squeezing and kneading. A corner of Patty's mind
yelled for restraint, but she feared the battle was lost. Her body cried
out for release, yet again, and she tried desperately to maneuver her cunt
to bring it to bear against Julia's own thigh. Several times she found
herself straddling the hard muscle of the upper leg, but each time Julia's
excited movements took her out of range. Patty became increasingly
frustrated until this emotion over-powered her need and she pulled away.
	Julia's face was plastered with ecstasy. Her own hand worked at her
clit and she was in the process of finishing herself off. It was moments
before she realized Patty had abandoned her. As she returned to earth, she
opened her eyes and saw, finally, the hard, bulging, frustrated, angry
woman facing her. She froze. Patty locked eyes with her, the strength of
her gaze matched by the formidable size of her bulging muscles.
	"What?"
	Patty continued to stare.
	"What? What did I do?"
	Finally Patty shook her head and chuckled. "If I yank this guy's
cock out by the root tonight, it's going to be all your fault."
	"But you said you didn't. . . I mean. . . didn't you. . .?"
	"Yeah, honey. I did. And let that be a lesson to you. Be careful of
what you say. It just might come true."
	"I mean, if you want. I mean, I want. . . y'know. You."
	"Ditto here, kid. But I've got other fish to fry. Thanks for the
priming. You certainly know how to get a girl's engine running."
	"I think yours was, ya know, already in like high gear when I
walked in here. I just like grabbed hold of the steering wheel. Ya know?"
Julia studied Patty for a few seconds, the look in her eyes telling the
question on her mind. "You, like, set on this holding out thing, huh?"
	"Yeah, I guess so. I've kinda got the feeling this guy's doing it
as well. I guess it'd only be right."
	"Like, okay. Well, thanks for the lift. And the workout. Just like
give me a little more warning next time, Ya know. I'll, like, bring my
army."
	Patty touched her cheek and patted it gently. "Sorry to get you
involved in this. I should know better than to loose control like
that. Under any other circumstances, I would. Come on back and visit
again. It stays pretty crazy around here, most of the time."
	"Like, see ya."
	Patty gathered her clothes from the pile near the shower and
wandered back to her locker. Her nipples were so hard they smarted. She
flexed her pecs to keep her breasts from bouncing too much, thereby
decreasing the stimulation. Under normal circumstances she loved the
feeling of the weight and movement of her large breasts as they swung back
and forth, bounced up and down, but now they were just reminders of how
revved up she was.
	Patty used extra care in drying herself between her legs and didn't
even attempt to get the water off her nipples. Even putting on her clothes
was almost enough to send her over the edge. The fabric of her halter
pressed against her nipples and made her yearn for lips and tongue there.
	On her way out the door she chatted with Greg for a minute, but
found her gaze drifting towards his huge bicep each time he made a movement
with his arm. It did her little good when she glanced away, only to be
captivated by the delicious bulge in the front of his shorts.
	"Patty, if you're going to have a conversation with my cock, I'd
appreciate you referring to it by name instead of just staring."
	"Sorry, Greg. I'm just not doing very well, socially. I've gotta go
home and take care of this business. Hopefully I'll be okay by tomorrow."
	"If not, come see me. I'll see if I can help you out."
	"You don't give up, do you?"
	"Am I supposed to?"
	"Not on your life. But it ain't supposed to be easy, either." She
gifted him with a quick peck on the cheek and hurried out the door before
he could retaliate.
	"That sonuvabitch better be as horny as me, after all this, or I
might just rip it out by the root, anyway," she mumbled under her breath.
	It was a very good thing she had walked over to the gym. The fresh
air and distractions of dealing with traffic as a pedestrian were enough to
take her mind off her plight. She enjoyed it so much it was almost too much
of a shock when she saw, from a block away, Arnold's car pulling into the
parking lot. Without thinking, she burst into a run and tried to catch
him. As she crossed the parking lot she saw him coming out of the elevator
vestibule on the sixth floor. Even from this distance she could make out
the huge bulge in the front of his pants along with its accompanying stain.
	"Ooo, baby."
	He was in a hurry, and Patty hoped it wasn't to wank himself
off. He dashed down the walkway and burst into his own apartment, barely
stopping to put the key in the lock. He was a man with some kind of
mission, anyway. Perhaps he just had to take a leak real bad. Patty
chuckled. With a hard-on like that, the only leaking he was going to be
doing was the kind already obvious on his pant leg. So where was he going
in such a hurry. Maybe he just didn't want to be seen in his current
state. That was understandable.
	The image of his huge cock pressed against his pant leg made her
start to get hot and mushy all over again. If she wasn't careful, she was
going to be in the same state as her neighbor.
	It suddenly occurred to her she had invited him for dinner. With
all her thoughts on getting his eleven-and-a-half inch cock into every
orifice of her body, she had completely forgotten the original plan. She
was pretty sure neither of them would be thinking too much about food in
the beginning, but sooner or later their stomachs would start
grumbling. She made a quick mental inventory of the contents of her
refrigerator and cabinets and decided there was enough there to present a
suitable meal. And, if not, they could easily order something in.

Tomorrow's news report: Chinese take-out delivery boy ravaged by
sex-crazed, muscle-bound freaks. Mumbles: "They tipped good." Film at
eleven.

	She still had a couple of hours, so decided to go up to the
apartment and get things in order. Whatever she was going to fix, it had to
be something that would keep. Who knew when they would actually get around
to eating. Food.
	Then there was, of course, the thought: why wait? He was home. She
was home. Perhaps a little before-sex sex. What should she do? Just waltz
up to his door, knock and throw herself at him the minute the door
opened. "Hi. I know I'm early, but I didn't think you'd mind if I dropped
in unannounced and rammed myself down on your eleven-and-a-half inch cock."
Naw.
	Besides, half the fun was in the waiting. She had held out this
long, surely another couple of hours wouldn't matter. Hah! This was like
getting all her birthday, Christmas and Mother's Day presents (Mother's
Day?) for the rest of her life on the same day and being told not to open
them until the appropriate holiday in the appropriate year.
	Patty took the stairs up to the sixth floor and let herself into
her apartment. Five minutes of rummaging around in various cabinets and
refrigerator shelves revealed enough supplies to create a meal that would
serve their needs. She knew she had worked up a hunger with her session at
the gym. There was no reason to believe Arnold hadn't done the same during
his encounter with the indomitable Peter earlier in the day.
	She found she actually enjoyed assembling the evening's meal and
was surprised that an hour-and-a-half had passed by the time she put the
last of the food under wraps and headed for the living room. As she walked
down the hallway she heard sounds coming through the wall between hers and
Arnold's apartment; sounds that were all too familiar to her not to be
recognized. Metal against metal, cables running through pulleys, the grunts
and groans of physical exertion. He was pumping up for her. He obviously
had a good supply of hardware. From the sounds of it he was pumping up for
her real good. Her own muscles were still humming in the afterglow of the
pump. Thick and hard, they were filled in the same way she imagined a man's
cock must feel as it stiffens. Especially the cock dangling between the
legs of the man she could hear beyond the wall.
	Would it be dangling? Or would it be hard, as hard as a lead pipe,
long and mean, getting in the way of every movement, every rep. Would he be
waving it around in front of him, enjoying the momentum of it as she
enjoyed the feeling of her own breasts swinging free? Or would he have it
tightly bound within the confines of some device of torture, aching to be
released, soaking up the smell of him as he sweated and groaned through his
reps? Oh, the smell. Crotch and sweat and musk and cum. She pressed herself
against the wall and tried to breathe him in through the drywall. Was it
her imagination, or could she feel the heat of his body radiating through
to her? He was so hot. So sexual. So. . . so. . . Much. Pressing harder,
she tried to pass through the wall, to join him, be with him, fuck him. Her
nipples ached as she mashed them against the barrier. Just a little harder,
she felt, and they would push through to the other side. He would come to
the wall and take them into his mouth, sucking them, and her, down his
throat, down his soul.
	For the umpteenth time today she felt the rumblings of an orgasm
within her. Only this time she wasn't even touching herself. If he would
just press his hard, aching cock against the wall on his side, she was sure
she would cum. God, this was delicious. By the time seven o'clock rolled
around, they wouldn't even have to move. Just the sight of him would drive
her over the edge. After twenty-four hours of build-up, the pay-off was
going to be devastating.
	For both of them.
	There seemed to be a lull in the activity next door so she pulled
herself away from the wall, chuckling at the sweaty imprint of her body she
left there. She felt a little light-headed and thought maybe she should get
some food in her. There were some vegetables in the fridge which she took
out to the balcony and munched on. The evening's off-shore breeze had
kicked in, carrying with it the salty smell of the ocean. The surf was up a
bit and each roar of each wave breaking on the shore made itself felt
inside her. It would not be hard to imagine the pounding surf translated
into the driving, pounding need of her neighbor's cock as it drove into
her. . .
	Again. . .
	And again. . .
	And again. . .
	And again. . .
	And again. . .
	It took all her will power to break the hypnotic spell. She shook
her head and looked around to distract herself from the lulling
rhythm. Looking left and right, she followed the course of the asphalt bike
path as it ran along the length of the beach. Her gaze continued north,
then up the outside of her building to Arnold's balcony. She noticed the
divider between his and the next apartment's space had been removed and
leaned up against the far end, leaving only the frame. Glancing further
around her own divider she noticed a small Japanese garden built on a huge
boulder, several tools and a can of spray lubricant. These last items were
set on the floor next to her own divider and she could tell the bolts on
Arnold's side had been sprayed, as if in preparation for its removal.
	What the hell was going on here?
	She had met the other neighbor several times, once when the woman's
apartment had been broken into. She was some kind of photographer, did
layouts, and had even approached Patty about doing some work. She was also
very beautiful, in a softer, non-muscular way, and never seemed to be
wanting for company in the evening hours. Perhaps Chris (Patty recalled her
name) and Arnold had been introduced last night while she, herself, was
down the coast fucking half the population of the southern counties. And
now. . . what? They were co-habitating? There certainly seemed to be a
dropping of barriers, so to speak. And more to come, if the drips of spray
from the bolts in her divider were any indication.
	This didn't make any sense. At least it didn't until Peter's words
of the past day came back to her, summing up his feelings about Arnold and
how he figured Arnold was into everything and for everyone and Patty
guessed that included vibrant, red-haired beauties who took
photographs. . .
	Arnold's warning in the parking lot the previous morning about them
being watched. . . was this who he'd suspected? Had she taken photographs
of her "helping" him pull his car? Removing the divider between their
apartments certainly was a strange way to extract retribution for invasion
of their privacy. And whose idea was it? And once the divider was down,
then what? And finally, who the hell was Arnold pumping up for?
	She looked out over the beach and saw the woman in question laying
out. Her body was slathered with sun block and she was attracting a lot of
attention from people walking the surf. Her classic female curves and lines
were as obvious from this distance as had been Arnold's cock pressed
against the leg of his pants. Round, ample breasts, flat, unstriated belly,
full, shapely hips. Every dimension, every radius seemed to define, rather
than be defined by, femininity.
	Again, the question was begged: What did those shapes, those
curves, so at odds with Patty's own hard, chiseled body, have to do with
the drips of lubricant on the bolts holding the divider between her
apartment and Arnold's? Who had put them there, Arnold or Chris? Who's idea
was it, Arnold's or Chris's? For, surely, Patty had run into a certain
number of Chris's overnight guests on her way out for her morning run, and
not all of them were male. Patty's gaze wandered over the form lying on the
beach mat. A certain tingling inside her spoke of unfulfilled
thoughts. Several rides up or down the elevator with Chris had supplied her
with a shower fantasy or two.
	It wasn't that Chris was out of shape. She was, in fact, in very
good shape. But she wasn't "one of them." Patty also harbored secret fears
that she, herself, would be far less desirable were she not as built as she
was. She tried to stay clear of the "they only want me for my big tits and
muscular cunt" syndrome, but every once in a while she'd have to face these
things, and she didn't like the answers she supplied herself. But this was
her own fault.
	In the meantime, she knew what she was up against, or at least what
she was dealing with. Someone wanted freer access to her apartment, meaning
her. The man she was about to make love to had most probably spent the
previous evening with the woman she now saw on the beach. The man she was
about to make love to had also spent a portion of that morning having his
ass pumped by another one of her sexual obsessions, Peter. And then there
was her own track record over the past twenty-four hours.
	Take all those, add them up, try to find some average, divide,
subtract, multiply, orgasm. The final answer was that her whole body was
still perched on the edge, waiting to jump on Arnold's cock and pulverize
him.
	Maybe she should make sure all the breakables were put away.
	She turned back to the living room and checked the clock. Six
forty-five.
	Sounds of equipment moving, metal plates clanking, could be heard
from Arnold's apartment. He was in there busting his ass for her. Working
up one hell of a sweat for her. She turned back to the beach and was
shocked to see who she thought was Arnold standing between Chris and the
water. But if he was there. . .
	The man on the beach was looking straight at Chris, not
moving. Patty squinted her eyes against the setting sun, shading them with
her hand. With the light blocked, she could tell this was not her neighbor,
but the similarities, very obvious similarities, were striking. What was it
Greg had said about the two people who were looking for Arnold? Was this
Ed? After a few minutes Chris raised her head and said something to him. He
moved closer, looking at his watch. She needed to know the time. She had a
date. Even more curious. They talked for another moment and then the man
made a sudden move towards her, dropping to his knees before her. His
actions were very excited as he obviously tried to get information from
her. Once or twice he glanced up at the building, his eyes scanning it for
something. Patty knew who he was looking for. And he seemed to have known
that Chris would know. This was getting freaky.
	She sensed movement on Arnold's side of the divider and moved back
into her apartment. Someone stepped out onto the balcony. She peered
between the frame and the wall.
	Arnold.
	She almost groaned out loud.
	Even from this angle she could tell he was pumped beyond
belief. The fleece shorts clung tightly to his ass, the straps of a jock
visible through the fabric. Big shoulders. Deep, cut up back. Thick thighs
and calves. It didn't take much imagination at all to envision what the
front of those fleece shorts looked like. And if he was half as turned on
as he had appeared a few hours ago, and there was little reason to doubt
that his level of need had increased rather than decreased, he would be
putting the construction of those shorts through a stress test she was sure
they weren't made to withstand.
	Patty's nipples began to harden again, pressing against the fabric
of her shirt. All she could think about was getting out of the clothes she
had on. If this was how he was going to come calling, then she wanted to
dress for the occasion, as well. And she knew just what to wear.
	Every once in a while she'd have someone over who would enjoy
having her put on a little show. Norma's ex-, Mark, had been especially
keen to see her in something skimpy and sexy. Nothing too frilly. In fact,
pretty utilitarian, but she found the attraction was that it wasn't
anything special at all, until she put it on.
	They were rolled up and stuck in the back of one of her dresser
drawers. A pair of cut-offs that rivaled the ones Arnold had worn the
previous day and a T-shirt with the sleeves removed and the body torn off
so it hung just below the curves of her breasts. In seconds she was
changed, the old clothes thrown in the back of her closet. She then dropped
to the floor and vowed to do push-ups until Arnold knocked on the door. She
wasn't sure how long that would be, but her body tingled at the thought of
pushing herself past some point of endurance.
	Twenty.
	Forty.
	Sixty.
	Eighty.
	One hundred.
	One twenty.
	One forty.
	One forty-five.
	One fifty.
	One fifty-five.
	One fifty-six.
	One fifty-seven.
	Where the hell was he?
	One fifty-eight.
	Oh, shit.
	One fifty-nine.
	Goddammit, get your hunky ass over here.
	One sixty.
	One sixty-one.
	Knock, knock, knock.
	'Bout time, asshole.
	Patty's chest was heaving. Her pecs were swollen. The combination
thrust her gorgeous breasts hard against the fabric of her minuscule
T-shirt. She glanced in the mirror. Not being able to help herself, she
grabbed her incredible nipples and pinched them hard. Shit! She was about
to cum.
	She had seen a lot in her years in the business. Every bulging
muscle made her tingle, no matter whose it was or where it was pointed. She
loved muscle. And there had always been plenty of naked or half-naked
bodies around, making her get all moist and hummy between her
legs. Although it became the norm, she never got tired of it; never grew
blazŽ.
	But there were times when nothing she had ever seen or done or
tasted or felt could prepare her for what life had to offer.
	As she opened the door she realized this was one of those times.
	All the plans, all the preparation, all the desires and needs of
the past twenty-four hours dropped from her memory. She couldn't move. She
couldn't speak. And though her lungs were heaving in great gulps of air,
she felt she couldn't breathe.
	It was the same body she had just seen on the other side of the
divider one hundred sixty one push-ups ago. It was the same beautiful face
she had seen lighting up her young assistant's life yesterday at the
gym. It was the same huge bulge he had greeted her with in this very spot
the day before, the same bulge which she had spent orgasm after orgasm
dreaming about. But none of that mattered. Because here it was; all in one
package, standing in her doorway, breathing, throbbing, swelling,
lusting. Oh, yes. There was lust. He dripped of it. And so did his
cock. The leak from this afternoon hadn't been fixed. She suspected he had
been as abstinent as she. He took three steps forward into the hallway,
closing the door behind him. As he did, his eyes glanced over his shoulder,
distracted by a sound. It only lasted a second, and then his crystal blue
gaze swung back on her, climbed up her body with a tangible, palpable
caress she felt in the core of her being.
	He hadn't touched her yet.
	She was cumming.