Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2008 15:04:16 +0800 From: Teddy Severe Subject: Twenty-Five Pairs by T.S. Severe MF/tg, MF/TG, SciFi, Rom, First, Oral, Anal Twenty-Five Pairs by T.S. Severe Chapter Sixteen Cambridge Massachusetts - Richmond Virginia 2019 - 2022 I was at Harvard for less than two weeks before I had a new boytoy to go with my new life. "Professor Pinchbeck?" A man's voice drew my attention and I looked up from my desk. "I keep forgetting to close my door." I said, mostly to myself, and I meant it. "I'm Doctor Pinchbeck." "Right, Doctor." He cleared his throat. "Sorry." "Well?" I asked, because I was a little tired, a bit frustrated, and a lot out of patience. Harvard was a lot like Grand Central Station after spending so many years closeted at Horace Tufts. "I'm Cory Schiller." He smiled and that made him look even younger than what he was, which was probably about twenty six, I figured. Older than my 22 years anyway. "What can I do for you?" I asked, without much of a smile, I'm afraid. "I'm, uh, looking for a sponsor..." He cleared his throat. "...For my doctorate, I mean, and..." "Are you an MD?" I narrowed my eyes. "Yeah, I just I finished interning at St. Mary's, in Boston, and I'm working on my PhD in...in biochemistry, so..." He shrugged and smiled and he was unbearably cute, I had to admit. He probably got away with murder, smiling like that. "Right." I sighed. "First thing, I'm not a teacher. Second, grad students don't go around knocking on doors..." "I know..." "Thirdly..." I sat back and held out my arms, "...Why me?" "Cause, I read a paper of yours and..." Cory blinked. "I'm not published." I frowned. "Try the truth." "Okay, uh...Doctor, I want to take you to dinner." He licked his lips. "And a movie?" "Oh." I looked at Cory, kind of up and down. He was smaller than I usually like in a man, nothing like Josh or James, but small and pretty. He reminded me of Ron, actually, although they were not very much alike. It was a vulnerability maybe, a look in the eyes that suggested Cory wanted someone to hold him. I don't know, whatever it was, I found myself attracted to it just then. I liked his green eyes and dirty blonde hair, almost brown at the scalp and lighter as it curled near his collar. He was fair skinned as well, almost pale, and again I thought of Ron and sighed inwardly. "I don't like movies." I said and he looked hurt. "But you eat, right?" Cory asked and I kind of shrugged, looking around my desk. "My interest in biochemistry is largely nucleotide metabolism, DNA, RNA, and protein synthesis." I said. "Are you any good with any of that?" "Pretty good." He nodded. "Yeah." "Alright, you can prove it over dinner." I agreed. "I'll give you an audition, no tap dancing though. Okay?" I stood up, taking my jacket off the back of my chair, and Cory was smiling like something was funny. "What is it now?" I asked him. "It's, um, only a quarter to nine." He said, looking at his watch. "So?" "In the morning." He laughed lightly. "And your point is?" I shook my head, "Let's go, I'm hungry." "Okay." Cory nodded happily. =-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-= "You know, Jen, you don't have to take the publish or perish thing so seriously." Lois Ashton smiled at me over her desk and I was just there to relax, as much as anything. "You're complaining?" I sipped my coffee. She liked the designer stuff from Jamaica and I wasn't used to anything but instant, it was pretty good. "You've written six papers, good ones, in four months." Lois was the research lab's director and so she was my boss, everything went through her. "I just don't want to see you burned out." "No, I'm not." I smiled. "I feel good, all that stuff was just in the back of my notes. The new stuff is still in my head." "Well, I'm not going to complain." She laughed lightly. "You're making me look like a genius for hiring you. A lot of people, uh...They weren't too sure about you." "I bet." I shrugged. That wasn't news to me. I'd been too young for the job, and would be until I was forty probably. Doctors are as egotistical as anyone and age counted for a lot, which makes no sense, but it's true. Bringing in a kid of twenty-two to do pure research, to just sit in her office and think stuff up? That was pretty much unheard of. Lois knew some people though, she was an immunologist and a few phone calls was all it had taken. "Anyhow, you're blowing us away with this stuff and I want to make sure you're okay." Lois nodded. "I also...Uh, well, since you are published now...How about giving some lectures?" "Lectures?" I shifted in my seat. "We are a medical school, Jen." She laughed. "It pays the bills. You might even like it, especially since you have a grad student...Which, I'm still not sure how you arranged." "Cory?" I giggled. "God. I don't know, it just...Happened." "Right." Lois grinned. "He is something." "Hmmm..." I smiled and we shared a look. Lois wasn't very old for her position either and a boy like Cory did catch a woman's eye. "So how about it? One lecture a week?" Lois pushed gently. "I'll send you a schedule and you fill in the blanks." "On anything? I asked with a smile. "Well, try to be relevant." Lois laughed. "Don't hurt the kids." "Yeah." I shrugged. "Sure, one lecture a week." "How do you like Kessler?" Lois asked, referring to a professor from Bonn who was very much into my work. "He's okay." I nodded. "He's got some good ideas." "He loves you." Lois grinned. "The man calls me every week, 'Mein Gott! Wass ist she doink? I must be thinkink more harder! Ach!'" Lois did a fair impression of the German's guttural accent and I laughed. "Yeah, he calls me too." I said. "We're trying to fix the brain and immunodeficiency. His sister has MS, did you know that?" "Yeah." Lois said. "I heard." "So, I have multiple sclerosis all over my blackboard." I sighed. "It likes to beat up on those B Cells, and if I could just get the secondary response jumpstarted..." I let out a deep breath and blinked with a laugh. "Sorry, I was slipping away for a second. I better get back to it." "Okay." Lois nodded. "Just...Have fun, right? Don't go crazy down there." "Nah, I'm..." "I'm serious, I've seen it happen." Lois was standing up. "You gotta relax sometimes. Make your grad lad do some work too." "Yeah." I smiled. "I will." =-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-= "Come here...Lock the door." I giggled and it was time to put Cory to work. "I have a lecture in about twenty minutes." "Mmmm..." Cory grinned, looking sexy in his khakis and a forest green sweater that lit up his eyes like you wouldn't believe. I turned in my chair, pulling up my modest skirt, because modest was the only way a professor could dress at Harvard. I pulled that beige skirt up and rubbed the swollen bulge of my semi-hard cock through the lace of my black panties. I watched Cory come close, licking his soft lips and smiling, slipping to the floor of my office and kissing the insides of my smooth creamy thighs. "Yeah...That's it, make it nice for me, baby." I sighed. "Uh-huh." Cory agreed between kisses and then he was pressing his face against the silk, letting my cock rub him through that teasingly thin material. It had been easy seducing him, or letting him seduce me really. My cock had come as a surprise, of course, but he didn't say no. Between the wine and the music and the soft light...And my pheromones...Pretty Cory hadn't stood a chance and I'd had him on hands and knees before noon, begging for my cock while he pouted over his shoulder. I'd started thinking I should have more dinner dates at nine in the morning, if they were going to work out that well. Cory was a good cook and a fine lover. "Go ahead," I urged him, "I want to watch you eat my cock." "Oh God." He sighed, pulling my panty down slowly so that my erection sprang free, long and thick and already wet with precum. "I want to cum in your mouth, baby." I whispered, putting my hand on his head. I did love talking dirty to that boy. "Mmpphh..." Cory made wet muffled sounds of agreement as he opened his mouth wide, taking the head of my cock into his always willing mouth. "Play with my balls too..." I giggled. "...Don't be shy. You know what I like." Cory did exactly that, taking my heavy scrotum in his left hand while he used his right to jerk me off in time with his bobbing head. My ball sack was soft and pink and freshly shaved just for him and Cory had the softest hands, a wonderful touch as he rolled my testes gently. His tongue moved around my cockhead, washing it all over, tickling the underside and then playing with my piss hole. He swallowed noisily and made funny slurping noises to fill my office and make my body tingle. "Sexy boy..." I breathed. "...Suck it good, make it special for me, Cory." He was a pretty good cocksucker now, after being with me for six months and we did this a lot. Sometimes I sucked him, or let him fuck me, but mostly I liked to observe our teacher-student relationship and keep Cory where he belonged. On his knees worshipping my cock. It was a little strange, as I'd never felt the urge to take the male role with anyone before, except perhaps Ron, but Cory was very much my little bitch and that was a term he liked a lot, actually. "Ummm, suck my cock, bitch...That's it...More...More, go on, don't tease me!" I chided him playfully, knowing he didn't stand a chance of taking more than half of my prick. "Yeah." Cory breathed, lifting his mouth briefly so he could swallow and lick his lips. He stroked my wet cock slowly, working his hand up and down the shaft while he kissed the head and finally took me back inside. Cory was seriously addicted to my cum, which was another reason I got so much head from him, he loved sucking my dick and when I came, Cory was ready to eat every drop. But not today. "That's enough..." I groaned, not wanting to stop, but I had to be upstairs in five minutes and I kind of liked teasing the both of us this way. "Mummph umph..." Cory pushed his mouth down harder, gagging slightly as the smooth head of my cock tried to force itself into the boy's throat. "Yes it is..." I giggled weakly, feeling my balls tight and I really did want to cum. I managed to get my cock away from him finally, Cory kneeling on the floor between my legs looking decidedly unhappy. I leaned over, holding his face with both of my hands and I kissed him hard, promising Cory that later, as soon as I was finished with my lecture, we'd finish what we'd started. "Don't jerk off." I whispered, licking his ear. "Transcribe my notes and think about baseball. I'll be back in an hour." "Fuck...Jenny..." He was red faced and his eyes glazed with lust. It was a familiar look I'd grown to love, since seeing it for the first time in Josh's eyes so many years before. "Uh-huh...I'll fuck you." I giggled. "I promise." It may not have been exactly what Cory had in mind, but he wouldn't complain about that either. There's a certain thrill to bending a grad student five years older than myself over my desk and fucking him hard in the ass. Especially when it's such a nice pert ass like Cory's. I loved his butt and he loved my cock. We were perfect for each other. I fixed my face and tried in vain to tuck my cock away, but it wasn't going soft. Thankfully I had a loose skirt and my notes to hide the indecency of my arousal as it threatened to make a tent between my legs. I'd had a lot of practice hiding it though and I had a podium to hide behind in any case. I'd just have to be careful using the big whiteboard and I could get one of the students to do all the writing anyway. The fun part was watching some forty or fifty male students squirm uncomfortably as their bodies reacted to the pheromones. I walked right down the center of the room, squeezing past and between them. The boys didn't know why they were suddenly so horny, why their cocks were swelling and that female student sitting just in front of them looked like she was ovulating, but they felt it. The urge to procreate was in their blood and it was amusing. Some of the girls reacted as well, a surprising number, and my lectures were always popular. "Down's Syndrome...Keep up now, we're talking aneuploidy today. An abnormal chromosome number. In Down's this is trinomy 21, an extra chromosome 21 that causes mental retardation, congenital malformation, and a bunch of other bad stuff. Let's take it apart..." I was going to lose some of these kids quick, they were only in their second year, most of them, but I was looking for the one or two who would already know what I was talking about. They'd be the ones trying to catch my eye and give me a sign that they were hungry for more. I really did like that part of it and Lois had been right, it was good to get out of the office once in awhile. =-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-= "I've heard good things about you." Mr. Fox was smiling over dinner in Boston. "I feel good." I smiled back at the man. "And you look ravishing as well, Jennifer. I was remiss not to mention it sooner." Mr. Fox sat back as a waiter poured us champagne. "I saw your paper in the New England Journal last month. Multiple Sclerosis...Interesting. How did you decide on that?" "I can help people." I shrugged. "A colleague of mine, his sister is dying from it, so..." "Ah." Mr. Fox nodded. "That's very good then. It reminds me..." He pulled an envelope out of his suit. "...I was asked to deliver this." "What is it?" I asked, taking it slowly. "An invitation to lecture at the National Academy of Science, I believe." Mr. Fox shrugged. "They like that sort of thing." "What's that?" I read the letter quickly. "Pretty, young doctors." Mr. Fox chuckled. "I see." I smiled at him and set the letter aside. "I thought you were here for something sinister." "Sinister, is it?" Mr. Fox shook his head. "No, I just want to see you again. I'm getting old, there's so much to do and so little time." "Yeah." I agreed, sipping champagne. "I would..." He smiled apologetically, "...Like to send you some data, just for you to look at." "No." I shook my head. "You don't know what it is." Mr. Fox said. "I can guess and I don't want to see it." "Ebola-Karachi." He said softly. "The outbreak five weeks ago, have you seen it?" "I heard about it." I cleared my throat. "Jeffrey called me." "He called me as well." Mr. Fox nodded. "Would you do him the favor?" I narrowed my eyes. "Not for me, but for the General." Mr. Fox said. "Just look at the data and see what you think." "Nobody is going to engineer Ebola." I said. "It's impractical. I told Jeffrey that already, I don't have to see the data." "We'd like to be sure, Jennifer." Mr. Fox said. "Fine." I swallowed hard and told myself it was just once, just a favor for my old friend. "Send it to me, I'll look." "Do you want samples?" "No, I don't want samples. Just show me the stains." I said. "Very well." Mr. Fox nodded and he wasn't gloating, I pleased to see, but he always was the very best at what he did. It was sometimes easy to forget that. "So..." I had more champagne. "...How's Mrs. Fox?" I asked, not even knowing if there was one. "She's very well, thank you for asking." Mr. Fox smiled and his grey blue eyes were unchanged. I had no idea if he was telling me the truth or not. I never did. =-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-= "Congratulations." I smiled and it was two years later, sipping champagne in that same restaurant, and this time I was happy. "Thank you." Cory smiled and I lifted my glass, toasting his success. "So, now that you've got your PhD, professor," I giggled. "what are you going to do with it?" "I, uh..." Cory set his glass down and leaned over the table. "...I want to go to Horace Tufts." "Why?" I put my glass down as well. "The data we get, the reports and the work." Cory shrugged. "I like it. I think I'm good at it." "It isn't the same thing, Cory." I sighed. "The director called me..." "General Palmer?" "Yeah, the General." Cory agreed. "He called and offered me a job." "I see." I frowned at that news. "I can do good things there. I can get into the field, you know?" Cory's innocent green eyes searched mine. "I want to get my hands dirty." "Is that what you want?" I closed my eyes and the man had no idea how dirty he could get in that business. "Yeah." He nodded. "You were out there, you know what it's like, right?" "Cory, you're doing good right here. Doing research." I told him. "I can talk to Lois, she'll keep you, believe me." "I know." He shrugged. "I just...I like it. Hands on virology, Jen. It's who we are, don't you think? The stuff you could be doing..." "You don't want to know what I've done." I sighed, looking down. "I know." Cory agreed for the wrong reasons. "You can't tell me, it's all secret, but you still work for them. We get the data every month, so...Why not go out there?" "People die out there." I told him. "For no good reason at all." "I don't know what that means, but maybe I could do something about it." Cory said and he didn't understand anything. "Do what you like." I decided, not wanting to be his mother or his wife, or even his sister. It was up to him, not me. "Jen..." Cory frowned and he knew I was unhappy, but not why. "Let's eat." I breathed. "Where's that waiter?" Cory was right, about some things at least. We were doing a lot of work for Palmer now. I got the data every month, a package hand delivered by a courier from Bethesda and I looked at it. My one time favor had become a full time job and I enjoyed it. That was the problem. I was good at it, picking apart viruses and finding the things other people missed, even without a hot sample under a scope. I'd look at the pictures and read the numbers and I could tell when something was wrong, maybe not exactly what it was, but something. "This is wrong, Jeffrey." I said into the phone. "You couldn't get me to come back, so you're taking my assistant? Is that it?" "Jennifer, that's not it at all." General Palmer assured me, but I didn't believe him. "He's just a kid." I said. "He's a thirty year old boy scout. You told him he could save the world." "I told him we could use him and we can." The man said. "I need someone in your old office, someone good and you're a good teacher." "See? I knew it." I laughed unhappily. "A better one than you know, Jen." Palmer continued. "You should be proud..." "I feel like I just got knifed, Jeffrey." I told him bluntly. "Well..." The General cleared his throat, "I'm sorry you feel that way." "Me too." I sighed because I liked the General. I trusted him and I just didn't want Cory to be hurt like I'd been. "How about..." "What?" I asked. "There's an opening at CDC, they need someone in the field." Palmer said slowly. "It's the IDSR job..." "I saw it." "It's clean work, Jen." Palmer said. "They won't take Schiller, not by himself, but if you wanted..." "If I want to go back to work for the government?" I sucked my lips. "It's all survey and response." Palmer told me unnecessarily. "You can treat people, put some of that good stuff to work." "I don't know..." "And bring your boy with you. He wants to get out, you can hold his hand." The General suggested. "I'll tell him I don't need him, I'll let him go." "Why are you so anxious to get me out there?" I asked, feeling my suspicions rise for no real reason. "I'm anxious to see you happy." Jeffrey said. "I'm your friend. You've been in that office for what? Three years? It's time to move on, Jen. People like you don't sit in one place for too long, you know that." "Yeah." I swallowed hard. "I do know that." I was itching for something else, but I didn't know what. Or more probably I did know and just refused to admit it. I liked looking at real world data and Cory's idea of getting out and doing field work was almost intoxicating, but... "How clean is that job?" I asked, because Palmer would know. "You could eat off it, Jen." He told me. "You'd liaison with World Health Organization, okay? We don't go near it." "So it's a front for you guys." I laughed. "Uh, this phone..." "Yeah, yeah." I nodded. "I get it, General. Someone has to wear the white hat." "That's it." Palmer agreed. "Okay, give me a name and a number." I said. "I'll take a look." "Good." "You just forget about Cory, alright?" I told him. "I'll give him the bad news tomorrow morning, Jen." Jeffrey promised. "But you know...He'll be mad." "I know." I shrugged. "That's why it's called tough love." "Right." The General chuckled. "Night, Jennifer." "Good night, Jeffrey." The job was a good one, I knew that. Working for CDC as part of an international response team to infectious disease outbreaks. It had to be clean because it was high profile and only the best were on it. It was important and exhaustive work, emotionally and physically, as you were right there watching people suffer and die. The potential rewards though, the idea of stopping a viral outbreak like Ebola before it killed some town in West Africa...That was worth it. Facing the monster and perhaps slaying it, not in a laboratory where it was safely caged, but hand to hand in the real world. I found myself wanting it very much suddenly and I had a hard time sleeping that night. "...You're kidding right?" Admiral Reynolds, the CDC Director was on my phone. "No, I'm not." I said. "Is the job still open?" "It's open until I hang up this phone, Doctor Pinchbeck." The man said and I knew him by reputation only, as he knew me. "I have some very good names on a very short list, but..." "But?" I asked, knowing what he was going to say. "You did it!" My door suddenly opened and Cory was frowning at me. "You called them, didn't you?" "But you're at the top of the list now." The Admiral said while I held up my hand and tried to shush Cory. "What do I have to do to get you down here?" "Why would you do that to me?" Cory demanded. "I'd want to pick my own assistant, Admiral." I said, frowning hard at Cory and practically shoving my hand in his face. "My guy from Harvard, Doctor Schiller. Can I bring him down to meet you? Take a look around?" "Who are you talking to?" Cory asked, finally lowering his voice at least. He'd finally heard what I was saying. "Absolutely." Reynolds agreed. "Do you need a ride?" "No, we can manage. Umm..." I looked at the calendar on my desk. "Who's that?" Cory asked and his green eyes were big, like a puppy's, and I smiled at him. "...Thursday, will that be alright?" I asked. "Perfect." The Admiral agreed. "I'll look for you then, Doctor." "Good. Thank you for taking my call, Admiral." "Heh...Anytime." The man chuckled. "So?" Cory blinked at me as I hung up the phone. "We're going to work for CDC." I shrugged, trying my best to play it down. "Infectious Disease Survey and Response...Unless you're not interested." "Uh..." Cory cleared his throat and nodded slowly. "...I can do that." "Yeah." I smiled at him. "Now what were you yelling about a minute ago?" "Oh, that? Nothing." He licked his lips. "I was, uh...I have to get down to the lab and, uh..." "That's what I thought." I laughed, watching him leave and I knew he was going to be whooping it up someplace, hopefully outside. =-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-= "Can I drive?" Cory grinned and he looked sweet in his old faded jeans, ripped t-shirt, and a Red Sox warm-up jacket. He had an old Texaco ball cap on his longish blonde hair, green like his eyes. "Not a chance!" I laughed. "Nobody drives my baby." "I thought I was your baby." Cory grinned, getting into the front seat of my old El Dorado convertible. It looked brand new, silver and shiny, and she was beautiful with that big engine purring like a hungry lioness. I didn't know much about cars, but I loved them anyway, like a secret passion. Not the fancy sports cars either, but real automobiles like they hadn't built in sixty years. Big comfortable machines of steel, not fiberglass or plastic, or the latest synthetic polymer that they used on space shuttles. Who wants that stuff? "Hey." I looked at him. "Got a stethoscope?" "A what?" Cory blinked at me. "What kind of doctor are you?" I laughed. "Go get a stethoscope, I want to be in Richmond by tonight." "Why?" Cory asked but he was getting out and I had to wait five minutes until he came back with a plastic bag, like he'd been to the mall or something. "What's all that?" I asked, backing out of my parking space. "Uh...I didn't want you sending me back for anything else, so..." He grinned at me. "Good, we can check your blood pressure later." I nodded, eyeing the contents and Cory had raided someone's little black bag. "I like to drive fast." "Great." Cory laughed, taking his hat off before it blew away. Boston to Richmond is about five hundred miles, through some of the worst traffic imaginable. Even going a hundred and ten on the open freeway wasn't making up for the times we had to crawl around the many cities in our path. Still, it was pretty fun just being with Cory and going slow gave us some good opportunities to try new things. "Keep doing that and I'll make you take it out." I giggled and Cory had his left hand under my skirt, jerking me off slowly as we tried to get around Allentown. "Too bad the top's down." Cory grinned. "I'd have it out already." "I didn't know you were so shy." I laughed. "Go ahead, I won't complain." "Oh yeah?" Cory's green eyes widened as he looked around at the trucks and busses and high riding SUV's. There weren't as many as there used to be, not with the price of gas what it was, but still... "I dare ya." I stuck out my tongue. "Double dare?" "Oh yeah." I nodded, biting my lip. "Okay, I'll show you." Cory giggled like a schoolboy. "Just don't get pulled over." "Ohhh no..." I shook my head, adjusting myself as Cory leaned over in that big bench seat, pulling my skirt all the way up. "Ummm..." He sighed happily and I gave a little shiver of excitement as I felt his mouth enclose the swollen head of my penis. "Oh fuck!" I grinned, honking the horn just for the hell of it. I was getting a blowjob in my car! "Like that?" Cory asked, holding my dick tight and licking along the shaft. "Yeah, don't stop." I told him. "You do it nice and maybe I will let you drive." "If I drive you gotta blow me too." He laughed and I promised I would. He went back down on my cock sweetly, his mouth hot and wet, soft too, like you wouldn't believe. That boy was made for sucking my cock, or so it seemed to me, and if I wasn't completely in love with Josh I could have had a real thing going with Cory. He wanted it, I knew that. Cory loved me and I kept waiting for him to demand something in return, some promise of real affection, a commitment, but he never did and I loved him for that most of all. "Is this it?" Cory asked and I shrugged. "I hope so." I told him. "That says 1712 right? And this is Ayers Way, so..." I knocked on the door, feeling a little nervous, but excited too and when a large, dark haired man opened the door I swallowed hard. "Hello." He smiled at me, looking a little confused maybe, as 25 year old blondes in miniskirts and wrinkled blouses probably didn't ring his doorbell too often, especially at eight thirty in the evening. "Hi." I smiled. "Is Dana here? Is this the Connors residence?" "Uh, yeah..." He agreed and Dana was coming anyway. "Jen?" She grinned and pushed her husband aside. "Jen! God! What are you doing here? Look out, John...God, let them in!" "Hi." I giggled and hugged Dana back, letting her kiss my cheeks and then my lips. "Cory, this is my sister, Dana." "Wow! He's cute." Dana widened her eyes with a giggle and she was seriously happy that I'd introduced her as my sister, like I knew she'd be. "Hi Cory, this is my husband, John...and that...Come here, Steve, meet your Aunt Jenny." "Aunt Jenny." I giggled while the two men exchanged handshakes. "Well, that's who you are now." Dana smiled and her son was coming. "Wow, look at you!" I dropped down to look level into his face and give the boy a hug. "You're so big now! I haven't seen you since you were little." "He's three years old." Dana sighed. "Say hello, Steve." "Hello." He said shyly and then ran to hug his dad's leg. I tried to tell Dana that we had reservations for a hotel, but she wouldn't let us go, of course. Their house wasn't overly large, but it was comfortable and I liked it. Dana and John put us up in their little guest room and he seemed like a good man. A fireman. That was pretty cool, I thought, helping people. "God, this must be nice." I sighed, lying on the hideaway bed with Cory and we both wanted sex, that was obvious. I was stroking his cock with my left hand while he jerked me off with his right and we'd been kissing, softly, but deliberately for awhile. Just working up the courage to find out how noisy that rickety bed would be. "What's that?" He whispered. "Having a house, a family." I shrugged. "Being a mommy, that has to be pretty nice." "Yeah." Cory agreed, putting his mouth on mine again and I welcomed his tongue eagerly, moaning softly and rubbing my thumb over the slippery head of his cock. "You ever have a real girlfriend?" I asked him a little later. "I mean someone you really thought about settling down with?" "Oh..." Cory turned towards me on his right side. "...I had a girlfriend, we were sorta quasi-serious, I guess. We talked about it." "Oh yeah?" I turned onto my left side and let him go so we could hold each other close, his hard cock pressing against mine. "Then, I saw you." He laughed and I thought he was teasing me. "Yeah, right." I giggled softly. "No, really." He nodded. "You know, I didn't even want..." he cleared his throat, "...I was gonna be a pediatrician." "What?" I narrowed my eyes in the thin light. "Yeah, that thing about looking for a sponsor and all that, uh..." He shrugged. "I wasn't ever gonna get a PhD, not until that morning. I just wanted a good excuse." "Oh, I don't believe you." "I swear." He laughed. "You have no idea how much paperwork I had to do in order to get enrolled before you found out." "You weren't a student?" I stared at him, thinking he had to be kidding me now. "I was, once, but no I graduated in '17 and went to Boston to work." He shook his head. "I was just back for some copies of my transcripts, see my old Profs, you know, and then I was supposed to be at an interview that afternoon." "A baby doctor, huh?" I giggled. "I hadn't looked at DNA since my third year at medical school." Cory sighed. "Now look at you." I kissed him. "My protégé." "Is that what I am?" Cory kissed me. "That's...Good. There's worse things I could be." "I want you inside me." I whispered. "Turn around." Cory grinned and we were soon spooning, Cory sliding his hard cock into my ass from behind while I turned my head, kissing him awkwardly. "What ever happened to the girl?" I wondered breathlessly and Cory pushed inside me nice and hard and deep, making me bite my lip. "What girl?" He whispered, kissing my neck and reaching around my to hold my tits while we fucked, knowing exactly what I liked in bed. I had my knees drawn up high, giving the man my asshole completely and Cory didn't let me down. He finally moved, straddling my hip as I stayed on my side, kissing me hard while he pumped his cock in and out of my rectum quickly. I held him, our tongues wrestling almost violently as I felt him thrusting into my body. God, how I loved that, being stretched and opened by his thickness. I surrendered to him completely, fucking him back as best I could, until his swollen manhood spasmed in the depths of my ass. Cory was filling me with sperm while we panted for air, red faced and smiling, licking our lips and holding each other tightly. "You had fun last night, huh?" Dana giggled as I found her in the kitchen early the next morning. "Oh. Yeah." I shrugged, smiled sheepishly, and maybe even blushed a bit, but that was all Dana and she never changed. "Who was on top?" She asked and I gasped, pinching her hip as I sat down. "Be nice," I told her. "He'll be out in a minute. Cory's taking a shower." "I am nice." Dana laughed and looked at her son. "Eat all your cereal, big boy." "Morning." Cory came into the kitchen finally, damp and pink and totally cute. "Hi." Dana smiled at him. "Coffee? How'd you sleep?" "Yeah, please...I'll get it, where's the cups?" Cory waved her back down. "I slept great. Thanks." "Left cupboard." Dana pointed. "Good, cause, I know that hide-away bed is kinda lumpy, makes some people toss and turn all night." "Stop!" I rolled my eyes. "What?" Dana grinned and Cory blushed. "It did wonders for John, listening to you guys. He woke up in a happy mood." "Uh-Huh...Whoa, don't sit down yet." I looked at Cory. "Go get your stethoscope." "What? Why?" He made a face. "Cause! Steve wants to be a doctor when he grows up." I grinned. "He needs stethoscope." "Okay." Cory laughed. "Bring all that stuff, give Stevie a checkup." I grinned. "Now that I know you're a pediatrician." "You are?" Dana looked at Cory and he shrugged. "I was gonna be." He sighed. "I seduced him to the dark side." I grinned. "What?" Dana looked at me. "You mean he works for..." "No!" I made a face of my own. "God no...He works for me and I don't work for them anymore." "Okay, good." Dana nodded and we sat quietly for a moment, remembering a past that was both good and bad. "Hey buddy, guess what this is for!" Cory was back, showing Steve how a stethoscope worked and he was pretty good with kids. It was fun watching them together. "You wanna listen to your Aunt Jenny's heart?" Cory asked. "Now you know why we brought that along." I giggled. "I hear it, mommy!" The little boy's blue eyes got big as he listened to my heart beating. "I know you do." Dana grinned and clapped her hands. "Aunt Jenny's got a big heart, doesn't she?" Dana kissed her son and I just smiled. End of Part 16 rache696@yahoo.com