Strange Bedfellows

Disclaimer: The following story is a mostly fictional account of the author's experiences and associations while a college student. It contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between consenting men and women, and consenting men and other men. Any resemblance of the characters to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. If it is illegal for you to read such material in your locale, then please move on to something else.

This story is copyrighted, 2006, and may not be reprinted, reposted or reproduced without the expressed consent of the author.

FROM CHAPTER 13:

"And FINALLY, Mister Fucking President... I am perfectly fucking tired of...AND I AM THROUGH... defending myself to you! I haven't done a single thing that I told you I wouldn't. I do NOT break promises. I do NOT lie, not to friends anyway. And we were friends. I would NEVER do that, and if you don't realize that by now, then you don't know me! You dumb son of a bitch!"

Scott was staring at the floor.

"But still, I guess I should envy you!"

Scott looked up with questions written all over his face. "Huh?"

"It's pretty damn clear that you must have an excess of good friends. Anybody who can throw one away as casually as you can, over something like this, over shit that isn't true...that guy must have a boat load of extras just sitting around waiting to be called. Well, enjoy them all, buddy, but COUNT...ME...OUT!"

After three or four seconds of complete silence, Marty quickly turned and walked out the door.

CHAPTER 14:

He was almost to the top of the stairs when he heard Scott's voice. "Wait!" He stopped. A vague feeling of anxious relief washed over him. "Marty! Wait!"

Marty had no sooner crossed the threshold of the doorway when a voice inside Scott's head screamed, "You invest time and energy in making nice with Monmouth for the last two weeks, and then you spit in the face of the nicest guy you've ever met? What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you both a moron and a hypocrite?"

Marty didn't turn around, but shouted over his shoulder. "What?!"

"Come back. Please?"

Marty slowly turned and quietly walked back down the hallway. Scott didn't hear any footsteps, so he started to chase after him. They nearly ran head-on into each other in the doorway. They were nose-to-nose.

Marty's gaze was ice-cold. "What?"

"Please come back in here?"

"I'm here."

They were close enough to feel the other's breath on their faces. Scott abruptly turned and cleared his throat. "You're right."

Marty was stunned. "What?!"

"About a lot of things. You are right. I don't remember exactly what was said that day in my room, when you first showed me those pics of Kip doin' the nasty with Brandon. But, I'm pretty sure you're filling in the blanks pretty good." He really did look remorseful. "I made some assumptions on faulty memories, and I was wrong. I'm sorry, Marty. I charged you, convicted you, and executed you, all on bad evidence. Marty, I'm sorry. You gotta forgive me! Please!" Scott heard what he was saying, and felt a twinge of embarrassment again. "Okay...you don't have to...and maybe I don't even have a right to ask it, let alone tell you what you have to do.

And maybe I don't deserve it...but I'm asking anyway. Please?" He wiped an eye with the cuff of his denim shirt.

There was silence for nearly a minute as Scott paced the room. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, still stinging from the embarrassment that had knocked him on his ass minutes before. That sudden realization had sent a chill through him, and he was still very unsettled. So, he tried to change the subject a bit. "I should thank you, I guess, for going to bat for Kelly. That was a nice thing. Does she know that it was you and what you did?"

Marty shook his head with vigilance. "No! And, I don't want her to." Then he thought for a second. "Well, she might know that my hand was in the mix, but she sure as hell doesn't know what I did to make that ass-wipe Kip see the light."

Scott smiled. "You did a good thing, Marty Anderson." He clenched both his jaw and his eyelids at the same time. "I've been a fucker with a shitty memory and a presumptuous attitude, and it's my turn to apologize. I'm really, really sorry."

Marty grabbed a pencil and a slip of paper from Scott's desk. He was not about to miss the opportunity to rub it in a little bit. "Need to make a note!" He looked at his watch, then started to scribble. "On this date and at this time, Scott Turner, Jr. admitted to having fucked up in a major way. The man is human after all!"

Scott's chin was nearly buried in his own chest. He felt like shit, but he knew he deserved to feel that way.

Marty looked at his shoes, then looked up from a slightly bent position. "Come here and give us a hug," he teased.

Scott laughed and sighed at the same time, and blinked away the extra moisture in both eyes. He opened his arms, and Marty pulled him into a fierce embrace. Both men took a deep breath and exhaled in unison, their bodies rising and falling together. Each one laughed quietly at the synchronicity.

"I've missed you professor." Marty's chin was on Scott's shoulder.

Scott's eyes were still closed as he pressed his cheek into Marty's neck. "Me too, you."

Marty broke the embrace and pulled his head back. He looked into Scott's eyes. "So is this the part where we get to kiss and make up?"

Slowly, their faces came together until their lips barely touched. Scott brushed his back and forth across Marty's. Marty parted his a bit and gently closed them around Scott's lower lip. Scott felt Marty's tongue slide back and forth across the lip, and he opened his mouth a little bit, offering his own tongue for Marty to slowly suck in. Both of Marty's hands grasped the back of Scott's head, and he forcefully pulled their faces together even tighter. Instantly, they were engaged in a fierce scuffle of licking and sucking at each other's mouth.

Scott suddenly broke it off and pushed Marty back a couple of feet. "Shit! The front door! Wait here!" Scott bolted out the door and down the hallway. Marty chuckled as he dropped his backpack on Scott's desk and sat down in his chair. It sounded like an elephant on speed barreling down the wooden staircase. He untied his shoes, then crossed one foot over the other on the desk top's corner.

Scott bolted the front door and pulled down the shade. A four-switch light panel was built into the wall next to the front counter. Scott hit the left one, and a light in the back came on. "Fuck!" The next one turned on the light on the building's front steps. "Sonofabitch!" He hit the third, and the lights in the front office went out. "Finally!" He didn't give a shit what the fourth switch did.

Marty smiled again hearing the elephant on speed coming back up the stairs. His cock was getting hard already.

Scott grinned at the sight of Marty sitting back, hands behind his head and feet propped on the desk top. "Well, make yourself at home!" He stepped over and swatted at Marty and his feet hit the floor. Before Marty knew what hit him, Scott was straddling his lap. Both of Scott's hands were holding the back of his head tightly. "Come here, buddy! I want to christen the new office. More than anybody, you got me here, so I figure I oughta do it with you, if that's okay."

They resumed feeding on each other's mouths as Marty began to paw at the buttons of the denim shirt, but Scott's chest was so close to his own that it was a struggle. He laughed lightly. "You know that they make these fuckers with snaps, don't you?" He'd gotten the top three undone, and Scott unbuttoned each cuff, then slid it off over his head. Marty's arms wrapped around Scott's back and he pulled his chest to his face. His lips and tongue were all over Scott's pecs, licking and sucking hungrily on each nipple. With both arms wrapped around Marty's head, Scott gasped and moaned as Marty's mouth covered every inch of his chest. Marty craned his neck a little and managed to extend his tongue far enough to lick Scott's right armpit, just as Scott's tongue found his ear. Marty had slid down in the chair until his ass had nearly slid all the way off its edge, leaving Scott sitting squarely on top of the firm bulge beneath the Levi's. Scott ground his ass back and forth over Marty's trapped member. Marty's eyes closed as the pressure shot jolts of pleasure through his groin.

Marty put a hand on each of Scott's shoulders. "Stand up, buddy." Scott stood, but didn't move far from the chair. Marty shoved his face into Scott's crotch, grabbing his ass cheeks from behind. He gnawed at the protruding denim, grinding his face as forcefully as he could into Scott's crotch, only vaguely aware that Scott was massaging his shoulders. He felt a stubborn tugging on the back of his sweater, so he raised both arms, and the garment was soon airborne. Marty instantly went to work on the belt, the button and zipper of Scott's jeans, and soon they were around Scott's knees, along with his boxers. Marty cupped Scott's balls in his left hand and gently tugged, drawing the head of Scott's raging hardon downward. He looked directly at the head of Scott's cock, he grinned. "Hello, old friend. I've missed you too." Scott snickered, then gasped when he felt Marty's tongue make gentle contact with his head. Marty slowly wrapped his left fist around the tool, and licked with some force at the piss slit, savoring the tangy precum Scott was oozing.

Marty wrapped both lips around the head of the cock, and then slowly bent down to untie Scott's shoes, swallowing the hot tool inch by inch in the process. Still holding Scott in his mouth, feeling the pubes near his nostrils, he pushed the jeans down and felt Scott step out of both his pants and his shoes. Scott's hands were rubbing the back of his head and neck now, and Marty worked his tongue up and back, left and right.

Scott actually whimpered. "Oh, Fuck! Marty! Goddammit! Make that cock all yours, you fucker!" With glacial speed, Marty's lips and tongue made their way back up to the head of Scott's manhood until only the head was in his mouth. He looked up and smiled, holding Scott gently between his teeth. Scott gasped. "Yeah, I trust you, you fucker!"

That was enough to elicit a giggle from Marty, who was achingly hot and horny, and growing tired of wetting his boxers with his own precum. He stood up, grabbed Scott by both sides of his head and drew him in for another forceful, almost angry kiss. Scott went to work on the button of Marty's jeans with one hand, but managed to wiggle the other hand in between the waistband and his friend's mid-section. The tips of the fingers on the left hand found the hard cock below while the right hand worked to unlock the denim prison that held Marty's cock. One moment, Scott was losing the circulation to his left hand, the next, he had a handful of Marty's hot, damp meat. Marty pushed the jeans down to his thighs as Scott began to work his cock with his right hand, pinching a nipple with his left, and he gazed longingly into Marty's eyes. Scott slowly bent down at the knees and pushed the pants all the way to Marty's ankles, and held them while Marty's feet stepped out from each leg. Now on one knee, Scott leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, slowly swiping it along the very bottom of Marty's nut sack as he slowly rubbed his buddy's thighs. Like a small paint brush, Scott's tongue slowly swept upward, along the bottom of Marty's hard, twitching pecker, pausing to circle it's head. He continued, wetting the love trail that ran up to his navel, pausing again to flick in and out a few times. Moving along, Scott started to slowly stand as his hot wet tongue traveled across Marty's abs, over the bottom of his rib cage and into the valley separating Marty's pecks. Both hands made the same trip, but along Marty's backside, from the back of his thighs, across both cheeks of his ass, the small of his back, and now found their way around to massage Marty's rising and falling pecs as Scott began to lick and nibble at his sinewy neck.

Scott took a firm grip on Marty's hard tool and stroked it as their tongues did a close dance between their parted lips. "Come with me," Scott whispered, and turned toward the conference room adjacent to the outer office. He never released his grip, but led Marty, cock first, into the inner office. Once across the threshold, Marty pushed the door closed, and Scott led him to the edge of the large, heavy conference table. He turned Marty around, still holding and slowly stroking his dick, and nudged him back against the edge of the table. Marty took his cue, and propped his ass up onto the surface, his feet now dangling about six inches off the floor. Scott kissed him again, more forcefully this time, as he used his own thighs to spread Marty's legs apart. In an instant, he was on his knees between Marty's legs, and he began lavishing Marty's cock, then his balls with licks and kisses. Marty "oooooooooohhh"'d a few times and leaned back on the table, propping himself up on both elbows. He watched with lusty admiration as his buddy's head bobbed up and down, left and right, covering every centimeter of his genitals with hot, wet attention. Without warning, Scott swallowed Marty to the base of his cock, gagging a little in the process, but surviving the impaling of his throat through his horny determination. His hands rubbed and kneaded Marty's thighs as he heard him moan "oooohhhhh shit! That's it, Scotty. Fuck, man! Swallow that fucker." Scott's head rose, then lowered again and he built a slow, loving rhythm as he stroked his own oozing tool in time with his upper head's movements.

Scott's hands were under Marty's knees now, and he pushed upward. Marty went with it and he laid back on the table, allowing Scott to raise and spread his legs, exposing his ass at the edge of the table. Scott wasted no time in burying his face between the tight cheeks, lapping at the hot, sweating flesh with vigor, until the tip of his tongue reached it's wrinkled target. Scott grabbed Marty's glutes firmly and spread them, then forcefully thrust his face forward, tongue extended, piercing Marty's entrance. Marty's eyes were closed now, but he found a handful of Scott's hair and shouted. "Oh! Fuck, Scotty! Yeah, man! Eat me, you fucker! Eat that fucking hole!" His hips began to buck, thrusting into Scott's face as his friend bore forward as far as he could. "Yeah! Yeah! Ooooh God...so...fucking...good!" Scott's hand came back and then landed sharply on Marty's right ass cheek. "Oh, yeah! That's it, Scotty! Like that ass?" Scott gave him another smack, never moving his face from the crevace of flesh that enveloped it. "You fucker!" Marty half laughed. "Yeah, have that ass, you motherfucker!"

Suddenly, Marty muttered, "backpack!"

Scott's face came away and he looked up with questions written all over it. "What?"

"Backpack, dummy! Condom...lube...backpack."

Scott shook his head and grinned, but wasted no time in darting out of the room and dragging it back in, slamming the door behind him. Fishing around the pocket of the bag, he laughed. "You came over hear to read me the riot act, to tear me a new one, and you brought rubbers and lube?"

Marty was slowly stroking his cock, but couldn't suppress a smile. "Don't leave home without them! Ya' never know. Now get back in there and tear me a new one, fucker! Stretch this hole."

Scott moved back in between Marty's legs, set down the paraphernalia, and half lay on top of him. Their chests and cocks pressed together, and he pinned Marty's wrists to the table top above his head. He mashed their mouths together, and the friction between their raging cocks made each man moan. Scott began nibbling his way down Marty's torso, and the middle finger of his right hand found Marty's wet, quivering hole. Scott slowly inserted the one digit and found the firm nut within. He ran his fingertip across Marty's prostate, producing a jolt of electricity in his friend that caused his head to jump off the table. He gasped. "Fuck...yeah...that's the spot, Scotty. Do me, you fucker!" Marty grabbed the condom and unwrapped it as Scott inserted a second finger. He twisted his wrist as he stroked in and out of Marty's hole, stroking his buddy's pulsing cock with the other hand. "Come on, man!" Marty was pleading now. "Fuck me, Scott! Give me that dick, man! Please! Fuck me!" His face was a map of crazed lust.

Wrapped and lubed in an instant, Scott took hold of Marty's legs and propped them on his shoulders. Marty pinched his own nipples while Scott teased his hole with the head of his cock, grinning all the while. Marty did look so fucking hot; eyes closed, working his own heaving chest, his dick twitching every time Scott grazed his twitching hole with the head of his rock hard member. Without warning, Scott ceased playing and pushed forward. Marty's eyes shot wide open and his lips formed an "o", but he made no sound aside from a short gasp. Scott paused, giving his friend several seconds to adjust as he softly stroked his thighs. He slowly leaned in toward the table's edge, closing his own eyes and savoring the sensation of his cock being buried, inch by inch, into Marty's hot, tight hole. Marty whimpered his approval when the head of his dick rubbed across his prostate, and he sighed deeply when Scott was buried to the very base of his cock. Scott leaned down, Marty's legs wrapped across his back and extended his tongue, which Marty greedily sucked into this own mouth. He moaned into Scott's mouth, "Ooooohhh, Scott! Fuck yeah, man! God I missed this. Love that fuckin' cock inside of me, bud!"

Scott smiled and stood up straight again, repositioning Marty's legs back atop his shoulders. He slowly withdrew all but about an inch of dick. "And I been missing this sweet ass, Marty. Sweet fucking ass!" He pushed forward once more and smiled as Marty's eyes rolled back in his head. Scott took Marty's ankles in his hands, and spread his legs as far and wide as he could without hurting him. He began a slow, rhythmic fucking that Marty was clearly loving. "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" he listened as Marty reacted to every forward thrust. Scott closed his eyes and picked up the pace, they could hear his pelvis slapping into Marty's ass cheeks. Through gritted teeth Scott could hear "fuck...me...fuck...me... fuck...me..." with each drive forward. Scott let go of the left leg and it fell back to his shoulder, and he took Marty's red, raging cock in a firm grip. He began stroking in the same rhythm that he was pummeling the hungry hole below him. Marty was oblivious by now, and simply gasped and moaned mostly unintelligible syllables. Scott could discern any variety of curses, and his name a few times, and he was reveling in the magic sounds coming from the friend below him.

Suddenly Marty's eyes opened again and his head shot off the table. "That's it, fucker! Jack that pole! Scotty...Scotty...I'm gonna cum! Oh God! Scott, fuck me dude! I'm gonna shoot." His chest and stomach seemed to turn to stone as he was hit by the first jolt of an amazing orgasm. A mind-blowing volley of hot white lava gushed forward, shooting over his shoulder and landing on the table, much of it above his head. In quick succession four more blasts landed from his chin to his ribs.

Scott rapidly pounded the ass four or five more times with force, and gritted his teeth. "Oooohhhhhhh! Ssssssshhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiitttttt! Marty goddammit! Fucking A!" His body stiffened and he went on his tip-toes. He quaked from head to toe, and growled a final "eeeerrrrrrrgggghhhh! Jolts of unbridled pleasure coarsed throughout his body, and the condom was rapidly filled by hard, fast spurts his own juice. He sighed a long, quiet, "ffffuuuuck, man!" and his head fell onto Marty's chest. He laid there for the better part of a minute, Marty's heart pounding in his ear and his hands stroking Scott's back.

When Scott stood upright again and looked down, Marty winced slightly as Scott withdrew his softening rod. Then he giggled a little at the shiny stripe of cum on the side of Scott's face that had been picked up off of his chest. Scott leaned down and ran his tongue from Marty's navel to nipple, scooping up another line of Marty's seed. He leaned down over Marty's face and offered to share it with his friend, a gesture that was happily accepted when Marty sucked Scott's tongue into his own mouth.

Luckily, Scott had asked Walter for a roll of paper towels earlier that evening, so that he could do a little cleaning as he moved some things into his office. Scott retrieved the roll from the outer office, and wiped off Marty's neck and torso. Marty sat up on the table again and put a hand on each of Scott's shoulders. He pulled him into one more kiss, then smiled. "I accept."

"What?" Scott grinned back.

"Your apology. I accept. And if you're going to apologize like that all the time, I hope you continue to put your foot in your mouth, or fuck up some other way." Scott just laughed and nodded.

Scott went back out and scooped up all of their clothes from around his desk. After sorting out their boxers and jeans, they got half-dressed, then Scott sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. "Whew! As always, Marty Anderson, that was something else." Marty joined him and the two guys relaxed in silence for a minute or so.

Scott's expression seemed distant, so Marty asked, "Something on your mind, professor?"

After another few moments of silent reflection, Scott looked over at Marty. "On two or three separate occasions; tonight, and a time or two before, you've basically told me you think I'm arrogant. Do you really think I'm arrogant?"

Marty thought, but only for a second. "Not really. That would suggest you think you're better than everybody, or most everybody, else. That's not a fair description. I don't think I've ever actually used that word, have I?"

Scott shrugged. "Not sure, but that's the way I took it."

Marty looked him in the eye. "If it matters, here's what I do think: I think you're aware of all of your strengths, and I think you're aware of some of your weaknesses. When you play to your strengths, you exude confidence. Are some going to perceive that as arrogant? You bet your sweet ass."

Scott started to respond, but paused to think another moment.

"It's reality, Scott. Two people listen to the same speaker. One sees and hears a guy who's articulate, persuasive, knowledgeable, and he's impressed and trusting. The other sees and hears a guy who's smooth and slick, and he's suspicious, leery. Each is going to react according to their perception."

Scott tilted his head and furrowed his brow. "But, you said perceive..."

Marty interrupted by grinning, and raising a finger. "And that's one of your weaknesses."

"Huh?"

"Scott, you're an enigma in that way. Ever since really getting to know you I've wondered: how can a guy who's so insightful and intuitive...perceptive, if you want...when it comes to individuals, be so friggin' dense when it comes to people in general?"

"Okay...I'm listening...take me to school."

Marty scooted over, so they were face to face, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "It seems, if you were gonna go where you were just headed...when you tried to object a second ago, when you said, `but you said perceive...' it seems to me that there's something huge you're just not getting."

"Uh-huh?"

"That, in the business of people relations, the difference between perception and reality is irrelevant."

Scott found his shirt and started to put it on. He handed Marty his sweater. "I think we're on the same page here, but go on."

"Well, what's really important in the people-to-people business? It's how others react and respond to you. That's what really matters. And what's going to determine how people react? It's what they perceive. Doesn't matter if it's true or not, they're still gonna relate and respond to what they believe is true. Sometimes it's accurate, sometimes it's not. Doesn't matter."

"But if they are wrong..."

Marty interrupted again. "Ya' know...sometimes misconceptions can work to a guy's advantage. Take me..." Scott grinned and muffled a light laugh, and Marty slapped his knee. "I know...you just did, but that's not what I'm talking about. As an example, though, a lot of people who don't really know me perceive me as a goofball, a cut-up, a smart-ass...the guy who streaks at football games. They don't take me too seriously as a result. So, they often underestimate me. That can be a win-win. On the one hand, it lets you get away with shit, `cuz people expect it. On the other, they don't see ya' coming when you knock them on their ass, because they didn't think you had it in you." His head popped through the neck of his sweater. He smiled. "Trust me...low expectations can pay off."

"Like Kip, in the computer lab?"

Marty nodded, then grinned widely and gestured toward the doorway. "Or you...in your office...about an hour ago."

He gave Scott some time to mull it over while he loosened the laces on each shoe. Then he continued, "Scott. You have great political skills and instincts, especially when sizing up individuals. But you gotta know, if the folks in front of you perceive you one way or another, that's what's gonna determine whether or not they'll react the way you want them to. Perception, in many ways IS reality. If I think you're the biggest prick in the world, it doesn't matter if I'm wrong, `cuz I'm going to treat you like you're the biggest prick in the world. So, you might as well go ahead and BE the biggest prick in the world."

"So, how's a guy supposed to account for others' perceptions?"

"Account for? You don't, really. You just have to be aware of them. Then, to thine own self be true."

"But I am...I think." Scott put on his right shoe.

"Oh! And so do I. I wouldn't have invested a minute of time with you if I thought you were a fake or a phony. Just be prepared for others misjudging you and reacting according to their misjudgments."

"So what other weak links in my armor am I not aware of?"

"Others?"

"You said I know my strengths, and some of my weaknesses. What other weaknesses?"

Marty shrugged as he tied his shoe. "I think you take things for granted sometimes."

"How so?"

"My perception is," he emphasized the word perception, and paused for effect, "that you've had it pretty good along the way, and you tend to assume it's always gonna be that way. The last time we had a serious talk about either one of us, down in your room, the night I got busted and was scared shitless...I told you I was jealous...that you lead a charmed life."

"But it's not like I haven't earned a lot of the good stuff that's come my way."

Marty leaned in and put his hands on Scott's crossed legs. "No...no! Don't misunderstand. I'm not saying you were born with a silver spoon or anything like that. I'm not saying you're spoiled. You've earned your spot, I know. And, if you win that scholarship, and I hope you do, it's because you've earned it. But some of the stuff you have, you haven't had to work for. Your brains, body and looks you were mostly born with. But, you have paid good attention to them along the way." He squeezed Scott's calf and winked. "Your family situation and the support you get there, you didn't have to lift a finger for. In terms of your long-term goals, you have the biggest name in the state behind you, next to the governor's, and he'd go the extra mile for you too. What'd you do to earn that, other than to be "Big Scott" Turner's little boy? Okay, you haven't fucked it up by turning into a homeless, heroin addicted thief or child-molester. But hanging onto something by not fucking up isn't really the same as earning it."

"And...?"

"And, I don't think you always hone in on the rest of us who have had to stretch a bit farther, work a bit harder, dig deeper, sweat a little more just to keep up."

Marty stood up and offered Scott a hand to help him up. Scott frowned a little. "So what should I do?"

"Just be aware of it, and keep trying to do the right thing...and to thine own self, be true."

Scott grabbed Marty's waist and pulled him in. "Thanks, Marty. Thanks for everything. I do owe you so much, I know that. Please know, that I'll always know that."

Marty kissed him lightly on the lips. Then motioned toward the conference table with his eyes. "Aaww shucks. Just keep payin' your tab like that, and we're all good."

They walked back to the dorm mostly in silence. Each was thankful for the reconciliation, and for the manner in which it had been expressed. Suddenly, Scott draped his arm over Marty's shoulder. "I need you Marty. I need you by my side, looking over my shoulder and covering my back. I don't know for sure, yet, what's coming my way, especially in the WSA, but I need somebody to keep me humble, to help me become a better person."

Marty tried to look serious, but the teasing bled through. "Yeah...I know." Scott chuckled, and Marty joined him in the half-hug as they walked.

He squeezed Scott's shoulder. "So...then...there still really is ..."

Scott interrupted. "Yes, Marty. There is still a we.' I was wrong about that, too. We're a we,' and I imagine we always will be."

Marty dropped his hand and swatted Scott's ass. "If you're lucky."

Red roses were too romantic for someone your mom's age, unless, of course, she is your mom. White roses seemed too sterile. Plus, it was fall, nearly winter, in Wisconsin, so Scott settled on a dozen yellow roses complemented by other earth-toned fall foliage. It was a beautiful arrangement, and he tipped the florist an extra ten bucks for his effort. Simon winked at Scott as he gave him his business card, with his personal phone and e-mail address written on the back.

Scott was glad that Bradley had said something about Maureen's birthday. On his way into the restaurant to meet his Dad the previous Sunday, Bradley'd had the good sense to mention that her birthday was coming up. When Scotty was a kid, the two families would get together, either on her day or his, and enjoy a meal, a cake and some silly cards together. She always had sent him one of those "On our mutual birthday..." cards, even though they weren't on the same day. It had been a long time, and he'd quite frankly forgotten. This year, Scott's was Saturday and Maureen's was Sunday. Not knowing if he'd be able to contact her, or arrange a delivery to her over the weekend, he decided to present the flowers himself on Friday.

He walked through the capitol rotunda, beneath it's majestic dome, with an arm-full of flowers and an over-sized card in his hand, laughing inside at the passers by who gawked. An elementary school tour group collectively ignored their guide to point and giggle. A very attractive and well-stacked blonde legislative aide eyed him from head to toe, wishing that he was going to her boss's office to drop off the flowers for her. He winked at her.

He stood in the office doorway and cleared his throat. "Hi! Are you Lois?"

The secretary glared at him over the spectacles, perched firmly upon her nose. "I am. And you would be?"

He stuttered. "S...Scott...Scott Turner...ah, Junior, but the senator probably only calls me Scott...or Scotty, to you or others...ma'am."

Lois smiled broadly. "Oh, my word! Of course! Young Mr. Turner!"

"Yes, ma'am. But, it's just Scott, please, or Scotty if you'd like."

"What lovely flowers, Scotty! For the senator?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's her birthday on Sunday, and I wasn't sure she'd be around this weekend."

"Oooh, how sweet!" She looked at the clock and the calendar. "Well, Scotty, I'm afraid she's not in at the moment. They're not sitting in session on most Fridays, as you likely know, and she took a few hours off to get a little `R and R' back at the apartment. She's due back here at 3:30 for a meeting, however."

"Oh." Scott mulled it over. "Tell you what. It's only a few blocks away. I'll stop by the apartment and drop these off myself. Haven't seen her in a while, anyway, and I'd like to wish her a happy one myself."

"Yes, dear. How sweet! Should I call and tell her you're coming?"

"Oh, no! No need! Let me surprise her."

"You really are the dear she talks so much about, aren't you?"

Scott blushed. "I don't think anybody could live up to the kind of stuff Maureen says about me. Nobody's that great. She scares me sometimes."

"And just as modest, too." Lois smiled again and nodded her head.

Scott rounded the corner, a half block from Maureen's building. A look of surprise, then confusion swept over his face. Jeez!' he thought, that looks just like...' He stopped in his tracks. The Audi was midnight blue, and it was parked in front of the apartment. "Shit," he muttered out loud. "It is! There was a UW Alumni bumper sticker on the back fender, and the Wisconsin plates read TBK135. "What the hell is Dad doing in town? He never comes to Madison without calling me."

Scott pondered it, and his stomach turned.

He did a one-eighty and strode quickly back toward the capital dome. Ten minutes later, Lois looked up from her computer screen with a quizzical expression. "Know what Lois?" He forced a smile. "I thought about it on the way over there. She works hard, long hours, and she's taking a little bit of personal time to relax. I figured she was probably sitting on the couch, sipping some tea, listening to Handel and reading a novel. Or maybe taking a nap. Whatever, I decided not to intrude on her `R and R' as you said. Can I just leave these here?"

Lois stood up abruptly. "Of course! Let me find a vase! You're a very thoughtful young man, Scotty. I know she'll just love them. Yellow roses are her favorite." She took a large crystal vase from a cupboard behind and above her desk. Let me just go and get some water."

Scott stared at the floor, his mind a jumble of questions and, worse, suspicions. "Something wrong, dear?" he heard Lois say as he felt the flowers being lifted from his grasp.

"Oh!" he smiled sheepishly. "No! Not at all. Just pondering some stuff we're going over in one of my classes. Planning my final paper for my Lit class, in my head, I guess."

"A man with a plan. The senator says that of you. Always thinking, I suppose? Good habit for anybody, and especially for a college student."

"Yes ma'am. Well, thanks for all your help. I need to get going. Tell the senator I'll call again soon."

"I'm sure she'll be calling you first to thank you." She extended her hand and he took it in his. "So nice to meet you, Scotty. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other in the weeks and months to come."

"Thank you Lois, ma'am. It was nice meeting you, too. I hope our paths will cross often. Thanks so much for your help." He exited the office and his frown returned.

The phone was ringing when he returned from his last class of the week.

"Scotty! Dear!! Thank you so much for the lovely flowers and the card! You didn't have to do this, you know, but I love you for it!"

"Hey Maureen! Happy Birthday, you old bag!"

"And back at you, ya' little shit!"

"And you'da loved me even if I didn't get the flowers. We both know that." He loved mixing it up with her with banter like this.

They chatted for ten minutes, and Scott made a point of mentioning his father three different times, hoping she'd say that he'd been in Madison, and, more importantly, why he was at her apartment that afternoon. Nothing.

"So...any big plans for your own birthday?" There was a hint of suggestiveness in her voice.

"Nah. Nothing, really. Have a lot of school work, coming into the last few weeks of the semester, and the WSA stuff has me really digging in."

"Well, take some time for yourself."

"Hey, Maureen?" His voice was a little bit pleading.

"Yes, dear? Is something wrong."

"Er, no." he paused. "But hey, have you heard from Kelly lately? How's she doing? I haven't seen or heard from her since we had breakfast last Sunday. She didn't come to class this week. Has she been sick or something?"

Maureen's voice softened. "No, dear. She's okay. Trust me. She'll be in touch soon."

"Huh?"

"Dear, I have to get going. Fundraising dinner for the shit-head from Green Bay."

"But elections just got over. Raising money again already?"

"Oh, dammit, Scotty! It never ends. But I do think you'll be hearing from Kelly shortly." Her voice had perked up.

"Okay Maureen, whatever you say. I'll let you go so you can write a check and give a speech for the shit-head."

"Love you dear. Have a nice weekend and a happy birthday."

"Love you to. Same back at ya'. Bye now."

Scott dialed his mom's shop. "Hey, Sonja, it's Scotty. Is mom in today? Yeah, it's goin' good. Thanks." He waited.

"Scotty! What's wrong?"

"Nothing, mother dear. I just had a few minutes, and figured I might not be around when you called to wish me happy birthday this weekend, so thought I'd give you a chance now when I'm in the room."

"And when I could talk to you when you're sober?"

"Mom! It's not that! We just haven't talked in a while, and I wanted to check in and see how you were doing. I get scolded when I don't call enough, and then I get crap when I do call. Jeez! Give a guy some credit, will ya?'"

"Sorry, honey. You're right. Wonderful to hear from you!"

"So, what's new up there? How's Aunt Corrine doing?"

"Business has been crazy! More jobs than we can keep up with. I'm thinking of hiring another designer. My dear older sister is on the mend, but I'm going up there again tonight, just for the weekend."

"Great! Give her my love." He paused, then, "Uhm, how's Dad? Do you know if he's in the office today?"

"Uuhhmmm...I don't think so...but you can try. I think he said he had to go to Eau Claire and meet with some of the faculty at the university there."

The UW System had thirteen campuses throughout the state, one of them in the northwest community of Eau Claire. "Seems there's some free speech issue brewing on campus there, and a friend of his called to ask for his counsel for the professors involved."

"Eau Claire, huh?"

"I'm pretty sure. He said he'd be back late. Should I have him call you?"

"No. Not necessary. I'm sure he'll call over the weekend anyway. He always calls to give me sh...er, grief... on my birthday."

Suzanne suppressed a giggle over his self-censorship. "Okay, dear. Well, have a happy day. You know we love you."

He heard the key in the lock. "Okay, mother dear! Good to hear your voice. Glad business is going so well. Say hi to dad." The door opened and Craig came in with a dry cleaning bag over his shoulder. It struck Scott as odd, as he didn't believe Craig had any clothes at school that would require dry cleaning. "Gotta go. My hemorrhoid of a roommate just came in." He winked at Craig. "I'll tell him. Love you too. Bye, mom."

He hung up the phone. "My mom says `eat shit and die.'"

Craig hung the bag on the door of Scott's closet. "Bite me! You're mom says she wishes she could trade you for me." Craig went into his own closet and came out with a clean pair of gym shorts and sweats, a clean t-shirt and his shaving kit. He laid them all on his bed. He grabbed a pair of boxers and socks from his dresser. He found his gym bag and started stashing the clothes and kit into it.

Scott watched him packing his things. "Finally moving out? It's about time."

Craig smiled. "Only for the night. You go take a shower, then put on the monkey suit." He nodded toward the cleaner's bag. He found his stash box and packed up some party supplies.

"What the...?"

Craig stood up straight and looked at Scott. "Do you trust me?" By this time, that particular phrase always made Scott smirk, even if it came from his roommate. Scott didn't have time to utter a response before Craig continued. "Then, just play along." He checked his watch. "In about forty-five minutes, it'll make sense. Now, please, just go get cleaned up. Shave. Fix your hair. Primp. Make yourself a cocktail to sip and loosen up a bit. Put on the suit and the starched white shirt. The burgundy tie looks best with that get-up. Put that one on. The black shoes have been shined. You'll look great." He pulled his roommate into a hug, even kissed his cheek, then stepped back and smiled. "Happy Birthday, bro."

"But my birthday's not `til tomorrow!"

"You'll still be celebrating by then...or you'd better be." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Scott was still shaking his head and pleading with his face for an explanation when Craig looked over his shoulder, grinned at him again, and then closed the door.

"Oh, what the hell!" Scott grabbed a towel, his kit, his room key and headed for the bathroom.

He was sipping a bourbon and water, humming along with Ella Fitzgerald and playing with the knot of his necktie when there was a knock on the door.

"Okay," the thought, "the mystery shall be solved."

He opened the door. There stood a short gentleman, probably around sixty years old, his white hair visible just below the brim of his black cap. There was a wry smile on his face and a glint in his eye. "Mr. Turner?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Mr. Turner, my name is Wilbur. I'll be driving you and Miss Abbott to dinner this evening." Wilbur's smile told Scott that he knew this would be a surprise.

Scott fought to keep his cool. "Well, Wilbur, nice to meet you." As he grabbed the driver's hand and shook it, he invited him in. "Please come in for a minute, I'm almost ready." He looked in the mirror, fiddled a little more with his tie, finished the drink, and padded his hair again with his hands. "So, Wilbur, how do I look?"

"I'm sure Miss Abbott will be delighted, sir." Wilbur had plucked Scott's suit coat from its hanger, and was holding it open for him to slide his arms into. "She awaits in the car, sir."

Scott smiled and twisted his head as he slid one arm into each sleeve. "And, tell me Wilbur, how does Miss Abbott look this evening?"

"Oh, Mr. Turner! I'm positive you'll be very, very pleased!"

Checking the mirror one more time, he could see Wilbur's face just over his shoulder. "Wilbur, my man, I'm always very pleased with the way Miss Abbott looks!" He winked at their reflections in the mirror. "And, Wilbur?" He turned around and grabbed his room key.

"Yes, sir?"

"It's Scott, if you will."

Wilbur smiled again. "Mr. Turner? If we cross paths at The Avenue Bar, or at Steven's or at Buck's or at Pedro's, it will be Scott. Tonight, sir, it will be Mr. Turner, if you don't mind." He motioned toward the door. "Shall we?"

Scott patted him on the shoulder. "If you insist, Wilbur. We shall, my good man!"

Wilbur opened the back door to the limo and nodded him inside with his head and shoulders. Scott could see Kelly's legs beneath the emerald green dress, and above the matching shoes. He ducked and slid into the seat. "Well, fancy meeting you here!"

Her deep green eyes pierced the darkness and nearly took his breath away. "Happy Birthday, Mr. Turner." She leaned forward, placed a hand on his cheek and lightly kissed his lips.

They heard the driver's door close. Kelly poured two glasses of champaign as the smoked glass separating the front and back seats lowered. "You have an hour before your dinner reservation, Miss. Shall we take a stroll?"

Kelly's eyes didn't leave Scott's. "A lap around campus, and then once around this side of the lake, Wilbur. Drive through Maple Bluff, if you will, past the governor's mansion."

"Yes, ma'am. Whatever your pleasure." The barrier slid back up to the roof, and the rear-view mirror framing Wilbur's eyes disappeared behind the smoked glass.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Scott finally allowed himself to giggle and express his deep surprise over the situation he found himself in.

"Yeah, I know, but you have to thank your posse too, when you have the chance. They hired the car for the night."

Scott shook his head. "Should have known. They're the greatest." He looked deeply into her eyes. "And, so are you." He leaned over and kissed her again. "So this is what she meant."

"What? Who?"

"I talked with Maureen today and she said I'd be hearing from you. There was a touch of naughtiness in her voice when she said it. I just never imagined..."

"Good," she cut him off. "I...we...all wanted to surprise you."

Scott sighed. "Whew! Well, mission accomplished!" His face grew serious. "Kelly, we need to talk."

She knew where he wanted to go. "Oh, Scott! Not now. I want this to be an easy night of no heavy baggage. No troubles. No crap!"

There was urgency in his voice. "Kelly! So do I! I just think that to get there, we need to cover some other ground first."

She slid back into the seat. "Okay. I suppose I knew that. I'll give you ten minutes on the subject. Then, it's behind us. It's already behind me, so let's just get it behind the two of us." Scott nodded hopefully. "So what do you need to know?"

"What the hell's been going on? You wouldn't talk to me last Sunday. You haven't answered my calls. What the hell...?"

"Okay. Here we go. Kip was a perfect shit at Homecoming. He was a brute and a pig, and I shot him down. I walked out of his house intact that night, only after putting him firmly in his place." She giggled. "Actually, I think I did just the right amount of damage to his ego and self-esteem that night. It felt good, in a dark sort of way." She took a deep breath, and her face darkened "Then, he and some of his goonie brothers tried to take it out on me in the campus rumor mill. It hurt me."

"I'd gathered as much already. So why couldn't or wouldn't you talk to me about it?"

"I knew you'd want to jump ugly with the guy in any way you could, and I was afraid it would screw up the work you've already done with him and the WSA. Plus, I didn't want to look or feel like I was running to you for protection. I can handle myself."

Scott pulled her over with his left arm, and snuggled her head onto his shoulder. "Oh, Kelly, I know you can handle yourself in any situation, but it was driving me nuts not knowing what was going on."

Kelly sat up and wiped a watering eye. "Anyway, Marty pried the whole shitty mess out of me. I have no idea what he did," she laughed, "and I don't think I want to know what, if anything, he did. But, the next thing I know, Kip's bending over backwards to make it right, both publicly and privately."

"Privately?"

"I got some flowers with a very humble, personal apology. I think he meant it."

Scott's face registered caution.

Kelly shook her head. "Oh, don't worry. I don't believe all of it. We're never going to be real friends again. I might forgive, but never forget. I told him in an email that I didn't have time to spend hating his guts, and I'm getting on with my life, but I made it clear that he should keep his distance." She shrugged. "He knows I don't want to kill him anymore, but that we're not going to be spending any quality time together, ever again."

Scott pressed his forehead to hers and looked into her eyes. "So, it's all good, then? I need to know, `cuz my ten minutes on this subject are just about up."

Kelly smiled, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Yeah, Mr. Turner, it's all good. Now, can we drop this, for good, and concentrate on each other for the rest of the night?"

He kissed her back. "Kelly, my dear, I would like nothing better. Consider it dropped."

Sara Vaughn's voice seeped through the speakers, and Scott hummed along with "All of Me," his fingers entwined with hers.

Scott wondered if Bradley had put the staff of the Top of the Park on notice that they'd better be in their best form. The attention they received was perfect. They dined on oysters as an appetizer, at Kelly's winking insistence. She had lobster and he Steak Diane. The cheesecake with chocolate and caramel sauces drizzled over the top for desert was outstanding, and the coffee topping it off was dark and rich. When Scott asked for the check, Kelly stifled a giggle. Harrison, their waiter, smiled a wry smile. "Oh, no! Sir! The senator has taken care of everything."

Scott looked at Kelly and she shrugged. "Mo' insisted! You know that she doesn't take `no.' When I told her I wanted to take you for dinner, her wheels were in motion. The guys got the limo, Aunt Mo' picked up the meal. What could I do?"

Scott leaned in and leered. "Well, it seems everyone but you has contributed to this wonderful evening." She shot back a smoldering look of her own. He leaned forward. "What do you have to bring to the birthday table, Miss Abbott?"

"Mr. Turner...you ain't seen nothin' yet." She looked over toward the waiter's station. "Harrison, I'm going to the ladies' room to freshen up. Will you please retrieve my coat, and inform Wilbur that we'll be downstairs in a couple of minutes?" The waiter blushed at her very pointed directions.

"Yes, ma'am." Scott caught his eye and gave him a sly wave, telling him to pause while Kelly left the room. Harrison approached the table. "Something else, Mr. Turner?" Scott motioned him to lean down and whispered into his ear. "I see. Yes sir! I'm sure they'll be happy to accommodate you on your birthday, Mr. Turner."

Scott was holding her coat open when she returned. She turned and slid into the coat. He wrapped it around her and pulled her back by the shoulders. "It's been a wonderful night already, Kelly. Thank you very much."

She glanced over her shoulder. "But we're not done yet."

He pressed himself into her back and breathed into her ear. "I know. I'm just not sure I'll remember to thank you later." Kelly giggled and blushed as Harrison returned with a small `To Go' bag.

"Here you are, Mr. Turner." He extended a hand to each of them. "It has been my pleasure, this evening." Scott shook his hand and slid him a twenty. Kelly looked at him with a question mark on her face.

"Never mind. Let's get the hell out of here."

The elevator doors had barely closed when Kelly pulled Scott's face down and shoved her tongue into his mouth. He dropped the bag, and his hands were instantly inside her wool coat, greedily grabbing at her ass. It was a good thing that the hotel was only seven stories, or they'd have been naked and on the floor when it reached the ground. Scott pulled back and took a deep breath. "Okay! We need to cool it for another ten or fifteen minutes. Do you think Wilbur will break all the traffic laws if we ask him to?"

Kelly wiped her mouth and giggled. "Why don't we ask him to drive us around the city for a while. I've never had sex in the back seat of a limo." She smiled coyly. "At least not one that was moving."

Scott laughed at her teasing, and held her face in both hands. "All in good time, Ms. Abbot...all in good time. Besides, it would creep me out to know that a sixty-some year old guy was watching me make you moan."

She reached down and rubbed the firm bulge in his pants. "And me make you moan." He was so glad that he was wearing a suit coat that covered his front down to mid-thigh.

Scott stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he opened the door. "Whoa!" he whispered. "Those guys must think something's going on here tonight." Both mattresses had been removed from their frames and laid, side-by-side on the floor. Sheets and comforters had been smartly arranged, as had the pillows. The room was illuminated by about a half-dozen candles of different shapes and sizes. Soft jazz played from the stereo.

Kelly stepped up behind him and wrapped one arm around his waist and stroked his chest with the other. "Now, I wonder what would ever give them that idea."

Scott turned around slowly and leaned down to kiss her. His right hand found the zipper on the back of her dress. Slowly, they swayed to the music and kissed as he unzipped her garment, and she slid his suit coat over his shoulders. The dress fell to the floor, and the coat was tossed on his empty bed frame. Scott pulled the lever to stop up the sink, and was filling it with hot water. Four plastic containers were lifted out of the bag that Harrison had given him. He peeked into the first one. "The caramel sauce, from the cheesecake."

Kelly laughed as she began undoing the knot of his necktie. "Oooohh it was delicious! Scott opened the second, and peeked in. "Aaaand, caramel's friend, the chocolate. Deep, dark chocolate. I love chocolate, don't you?" She unbuttoned his shirt. In the third, "Honey. I'm a big fan of honey, too." The three containers were placed in the sink, half full of hot water. The white shirt hit the floor as Scott picked up the last container. "And, finally..." he dipped a finger into the fourth container. "Raspberry puree." He raised the finger to Kelly's mouth and she sucked it.

Kelly reached behind and undid the clasp holding her bra in place. "Haven't had enough dessert for one night?"

"Not even close." He pulled her in and kissed her forcefully. "We're gonna enjoy dessert all night long." He feigned a frown. "But I don't even have a birthday candle to light." She reached down and squeezed him. "Oh, yes you do. Let's light this one."

He laid her down on her back, he still in his t-shirt and pants, she down to her panties and nothing else. While Scott lavished licks and kisses over her face and neck, Kelly fumbled with one hand to undo the belt that held his pants in place. He had to tug his way out of her embrace to stand up and shed the t-shirt and the trousers. Kelly stared up at him, reached up and grabbed the right leg of his boxers, too. They fell to the floor, and his cock sprung out perpendicular to his body. She smiled with delight at the memory of the pleasure she'd enjoyed before tonight with that beautiful thing.

Scott grabbed the container of caramel sauce and laid on his side next to Kelly. He put his tongue in her ear, and she gasped. He opened the container, and propped up on one elbow, then slowly drizzled the creamy liquid over first her left nipple, then her right. It cascaded down each mound of her heaving chest. He put the container on the floor, and slowly trailed a finger from her navel to the underside of her breasts. He began lightly licking the sweet goo off of her breasts, and she purred sweetly. When he picked up the pace and the force, she grasped the sheets beneath her and whispered his name. Scott's two hands came together on each side of the full and heaving tits, and he buried his face into the cleavage, his tongue lapping all over the hot flesh.

"Mmmmmmmhhhhmmmmm," delicious. He looked up, his lips and chin slick and shiny.

She grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled him in. "I want a taste, Scotty." They took turns sucking each other's tongues while his right hand lightly stroked the inside of her right thigh, inching closer and closer to the leg of her tiny panties. Kelly put a hand on each shoulder, and forcefully pushed him over, and in an instant was straddling his stomach.

She leaned back and reached into the sink. "Don't know what flavor I want. Let's have a surprise." Scott's cock was beginning to drip liquid of its own right behind Kelly's beautiful ass as she opened the container and smiled. "ooohhh, my favorite!" Scott closed his eyes and massaged the fleshy globes above him as he felt the warmed chocolate sauce drizzle on his chest and his ribs. Kelly scooted back down over his cock and to his thighs, pouring a thin stream of dark liquid down his flat stomach. Finally, he felt the warm sauce being criss-crossed back and forth along the underside of his aching cock and then to his balls.

She gazed upon her handiwork and licked her lips. "Willy Wonka couldn't do this good." Scott let go a throaty laugh and rubbed her thighs.

Kelly bent down and began feverishly devouring the sweet dessert below her. For the next several minutes, wherever her lips and tongue weren't traveling, her hands were. With painstaking, mind-blowing patience and diligence, Kelly slowly lapped up the delightful nectar. After cleaning off his hard pecs with her tongue, she licked her way down the sternum, back and forth over the flat stomach. She stopped and cupped her lips over the concave navel that was filled to the brim and sucked out its sweet contents.

Scott rubbed the back of her head. "Oh my god! Kelly! Damnit!" His head and shoulders came off the mattress and he looked down. As she peered up and grinned he broke out in laughter.

"What? Ticklish?"

He took both sides of her head in her hands. "No...come up here." He continued to chuckle as she crawled toward his face, being careful not to lay on top of him and smudge the remaining handiwork she had yet to devour. She had a glob of chocolate on her nose, and another smudge on her chin. "You're making a mess...here...let me help you out." He sucked the tip of her nose, swirling his tongue a bit to remove the little bit that was there, then lifted her head and enveloped her chin with both lips.

She lifted her face up and looked down. "Thank you, Mr. Turner. I knew you were good for something." She pinched his right nipple.

He flinched, then sighed. He reached behind and gave her a light smack on the right cheek. "And let's see what you're good for. You made a mess down there. You intend to clean it up, I hope."

"Yes sir!" In an instant, her flat tongue was just above his nut sack, slowly dragging its way toward the tip of his cock. She savored the chocolate in her mouth, and continued upward, grabbing Scott's hair and pulling his head back. Involuntarily, his mouth opened, and she slid her chocolate-coated tongue in between his lips to share in the delight. "Good stuff, huh?" she breathed into his mouth after he had released the tongue.

"Mmmmmmhhhh. Oh, fuck! Wonderful. Fucking perfect. Don't let me keep you from the rest!" and he gently nudged her shoulders back southward. She swallowed him deeply, massaging his meat with her tongue, to clean off every little smear of the liquid candy. Scott moaned as Kelly's mouth slid up and down for several minutes. Then, the hot, wet tongue lapped at the dangling sack, sucking one nut, then the other, then opening wide and taking both. She sucked in hard and shook her head back and forth. Scott's grip on her shoulders tightened. "Ohhhh, shit! Kelly, suck my nuts...clean those fuckers!"

Her hands pushed on the insides of each thigh, parting his legs further. She lowered her head further and pushed the thighs up, lifting each foot off the floor. Some of the syrup had continued to seep into his ass crack, and she was determined to get it all.

"Ooohh...oh...oh my fucking god!" Scott had never been rimmed by a woman before, and was stunned by the knowledge that this very special one was willing, eager even, to lick his ass. He reached down on each side, grabbing his own cheeks and parting them to give her full access. Kelly purred and moaned as only her forehead and auburn hair were visible below his cock and balls. She reached up around his left thigh and took firm hold of the hot, slippery, throbbing cock. She twisted her hand back and forth as she slowly stroked him. Her tongue met his hole and danced around it. "Fucking-A, Kelly. Slow down babe!! You're gonna make me blow."

"Not so fast, mister! We still got two flavors left!" She leaned back and reached into the sink, grabbing the last container in the water. Honey.

She rolled off of him and threw her arms over her head. "Surprise me!" He grabbed the top of her panties and slowly slid them off, noticing that they were already damp in the crotch.

She felt the thick, warm liquid slide on to her tight, heaving belly. Scott made sure to fill the navel, so that he could repay the erotic favor she had recently delivered to him. He lifted his weight off of her shins and coaxed her legs apart, then coated the pubic hairs and lips between her legs, and continued down to her upper legs. Kelly's groin, from her hips to her thighs, was a sea of shiny gold.

He started at her belly button, his tongue pointed as sharply as he could make it. Kelly gasped as he flicked in and out, the heaving of her stomach causing his cheeks to become coated in honey. On his way downward, toward her thighs, he paused and teased the sticky mound of pubic hair, barely glancing his tongue over the neatly trimmed patch ever so lightly. Kelly sighed and her head went from left to right on the pillow. He spread her legs a bit further with one arm and gently rubbed her pulsing stomach. His tongue danced over her right thigh, her skin quivering and jumping a bit with each touch. His attention went to the left one, repeating his tongue dance over her smooth, sweet-smelling skin. Kelly's fingers lightly massaged the top of his scalp, the pressure increasing as he slowly approached his desired target.

Scott slid a hand underneath each one of her thighs and, without much coaxing, Kelly bent her knees and spread her legs a little bit more. Her own juices, mixed with the honey, presented an aroma that Scott found intoxicating. He extended his tongue as far as possible, and slowly ran it up and down her exposed slit. She whimpered her pleasure. It was music to his ears. Scott used his thumbs to gently part the lips, brought his face forward and softly kissed her. She began whispering his name as her head continued to roll left and right on the pillow. His tongue began eagerly licking her hot flesh and he growled as she took a fist full of his hair tightly in her hand. She was pulling his face forward now, not entirely aware of what she was doing. Scott applied a little more pressure to the flesh, opening her wider still, and the exposed clit seemed to call his name. He kissed it and took the nub in between his lips, gently sucking. Kelly's hips began to buck into his face as she continued to mumble his name through her moans of incredible pleasure.

Scott rose to his knees, reached behind and into his desk drawer. He withdrew a couple of condoms, dropping one on the desktop and taking the corner of the other's wrapper in between his front teeth. Kelly propped up on an elbow, her face a smoldering portrait of lust. She reached forward and took hold of Scott's pulsing, aching tool. Precum wet her hand, and he gasped as she smeared his rod with his own oozing juice. Scott rolled the condom over the head, and Kelly slid it the rest of the way down, giving the hot member a firm squeeze and making Scott flinch.

She took both of his arms and pulled him down on top of her. He kissed her forcefully and they ground their bodies together, wet and sticky from sweat and sweet syrups. His cock teased her opening as his hips moved forward and back, left and right. Finally Kelly whispered her hot breath into his ear. "Please...Scotty...please! I need you inside of me! Oh God! I need to fuck me so bad!!"

Scott rose off her and sat on his knees between her legs. He softy rubbed her thighs with his fingertips. "Would you mind if, instead, I tried to fuck you so good?" He pointed the head of his cock downward and used it to part the lips of her waiting pussy. Once barely inside, he pulled her hips toward him, and watched as his meat disappeared inside her.

"Ooooohhh...yeeesssss! Yes, Scott! That's what I need," she whined. He held her there, still on his haunches, her legs laying on his thighs. He slowly massaged her thighs, her pelvis, her heaving stomach while her own hands massaged her firm round tits. Slowly, he moved his hips back, and watched his steely snake emerge nearly all the way, then just as slowly returned it to her welcoming vagina. He smiled as her eyes rolled back in her head, and he picked up the pace a little, starting to thrust his hips back and forth with more force. He finally leaned forward putting his hands flat on the floor on either side of her. She reached up and stroked his chest, and he renewed his assault between her parted legs. Kelly bit her lower lip and smiled, and she began to involuntarily utter a sweet "mmmpph, mmmph, mmmph" with each downward stroke. Soon, he was down on his elbows, licking and nibbling her neck and ears as his thrusts became an all out pounding. Kelly reached around and forcefully grabbed each side of his ass, begging him to go harder, deeper with each stroke. Then her feet came off the floor, and her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer still. Now, unable to move as far in and out, he compensated with force. Passers by the door would have certainly heard the slaps of his body against hers, and the grunts and moans of both lovers would have been impossible to miss. Neither one cared.

"Not long now, Kelly!! God, you're so fucking hot! I'm not gonna last much longer."

She brought a hand down smartly on his back. "Go for it stud! Ooohhh, God! Scotty! Oh my god! Ooohh God! Ooohhh, Oh, Oh..." Her leg-grip on his waist tightened as she thrust her hips upward, and he delivered one final lunge deep in side her. Both bodies tensed and spasms wracked the two of them at the same time. He growled into her neck, then grabbed both sides of the pillow and pulled it toward him, bringing their faces together in a violent, gasping, moaning kiss.

The kiss continued, but evolved into a passionate, but calmer tongue dance as the orgasm subsided. Kelly's feet returned to the floor, and she continued to stroke his back and kiss his chin, his neck, then she sucked his tongue back into her mouth. He pulled his head back, and reached up and wiped her sweat soaked hair from her face. He looked deeply into her brilliant green eyes and smiled. "I'm never going to move. I'm staying right here, just like this for ever."

Kelly giggled, still gasping for breath. "And Craig?"

"Fuck him. He can step over us." He kissed her lightly on the lips, then reluctantly rolled off of her. They both giggled at the soft sucking sound of his cock vacating her. He was suddenly conscious of their sticky state, the residue of the syrups and sauces they had enjoyed so much still covering any variety of places. "Stay here." Scott retrieved a hand towel from the closet and ran some more hot water into the sink. He removed the condom, and he felt certain that the volume of its contents surpassed anything he'd produced prior to that night. He wet the towel in warm water and wrung it out, then sat on the floor next to her. "Ms. Abbott, you're something of a gooey mess," he smiled. He layed the warm towel on her rib cage. "May I?"

Kelly laughed. "Well if you'd done a better job the first time, with your tongue, we wouldn't have this problem." He stuck his tongue out as he began rubbing her left breast. "But it'th tho thmall and theeth are thooo big!"

He began to gently wipe her glistening skin. "Hang in there, babe. We still have the raspberry. I'll try to do better with that." Neither spoke again as he wiped her body from neck to knees, pausing and seductively massaging her breasts and her groin. Scott rinsed the towel in the sink and wiped himself off, then laid back down. Kelly leaned into him as he reclined, and he wrapped is arms around her. Slowly, they dozed off to the soft sound of a gentle sax wafting in the background.

Ninety minutes later, he was straddling her chest, his cock hard again from the blowjob she'd been expertly administering. He was mesmerized by the sight of his cock sliding back and forth between the gorgeous globes held in place by his firm grip. "I've always wanted to do this," he thought to himself, barely aware of Kelly's expert fingering of her own hot spots. They leered at each other, and Scott picked up the pace, thrusting his hips back and forth, savoring the sensation of her skin on his. He gasped each time the head of his cock rode through the valley created by Kelly's tits. Finally, his body stiffened and he jerked the last few thrusts and groaned. Cum shot forward, spattering Kelly's chin and neck. Moments later, Kelly gasped and squealed her own orgasm, her hips bouncing up and down on the mattress.

At about three a.m., Kelly was on top of Scott, riding his pole for all she was worth. She would rise and fall, engulfing him inside of her, then sit on his pelvis and grind back and forth. Scott let go of her tits, and grabbed her firmly by the hips to encourage and assist the fucking she was giving him. After several minutes, he groaned her name, felt her muscles flex and spasm around his cock and he filled another condom. She scratched his chest while a wave of ecstasy washed over and through her.

The sun was up and the clock on his desk said ten minutes to nine. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept `til nine a.m. He propped his pillow up against the dresser and leaned back against it. Kelly stirred and snuggled into him, one arm behind his back, the other wrapped around his waist, and lay her head on his stomach. As Scott stroked her hair, she opened one eye. "What time is it?"

"Nearly nine. I don't ever sleep so late." He shook his head.

Kelly grinned. "Wore you out, did I?"

"I thought you were trying to ride me to death." He chuckled as he recalled the kaleidoscope of positions and acts each had performed throughout the night.

She began gently rubbing his chest. "Didn't hear any complaints, big boy."

He chuckled. "Neither did I, unless `Oh God! Oh God!', over and over, is a complaint."

Kelly scooted up a little and laid her head against his chest, and continued to gently stroke his right pec. They both sighed, and Kelly began lightly kissing Scott's chest as he gently stroked her back. Slowly, she rolled and situated herself between his spread legs. His cock began to stir as Kelly's kisses continued across both pecs, up to his neck, and back down, taking his left nipple gently between her lips.

The elevator doors opened, and a cart emerged, its contents covered by several towels, and Marty Anderson in a waiter's jacket happily humming right behind it. He paused by the James Brothers' door. The Ramones were the artists of the day. Marty knocked. A second later, Frank's voice came from behind it. "What? Who is it?"

Marty snickered. "Five minutes, Frankie. I'll give you a call with the `all clear' in about five minutes. You boys better finish up whatever it is you're doing and be ready to come down in five."

"Make it ten!" Jesse pleaded from the other side of the room.

"Okay. Ten." He shook his head and chuckled, "Animals!" he whispered to himself as he proceeded down the hall.

Scott raised his eyebrows. "Jeez, Kelly. Again?"

As she lay against him, she could feel his cock thickening beneath her.

"It seems `little scotty' is wide awake. I don't think he'd complain." She stuck her tongue in his ear.

Marty pressed his ear up against the door as he reached into the jacket pocket and retrieved Craig's key. Hearing no sounds of life, because Scott's mouth was full of Kelly's tongue, he wrapped sharply three times. "Any fucking going on in there better stop now, `cuz Marty's comin' in!" Laughter could be heard from behind the doors across the hall and next to Scott's room.

With no more warning than that, the couple heard a key in the lock. Kelly squealed, rolled off of Scott and dove under the sheet. Scott jolted upright as the door swung open. Marty, boomed out "Happy Birthday, professor! You love birds having fun?"

"Jesus, Marty! What the hell?"

Marty quickly surveyed the condition of the room and started to giggle.

"Time for breakfast, kids. You two need your nourishment." He picked up a styrofoam container and dipped a finger in, then brought it to his mouth. "Mmmmmm...that's good chocolate!" He gave Scott a thumbs up as he wiggled his eyebrows and stifled a chuckle.

Kelly's voice came from beneath the sheet. "Dammit, Marty! You couldn't call first?"

Marty spotted the outline of Scott's half-hard cock beneath the sheet. He smirked. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Scott blushed a little and flipped him off. "Besides, it's supposed to be a surprise, Kelly. Didn't you know I love surprises?"

Kelly's head emerged from beneath the sheet, and she wrapped it tightly around her neck. She scanned the room quickly, looking for something to put over her upper body at least. She found Scott's discarded t-shirt. "Turn around, Marty."

"Awww, Kel. C'mon. We had a plan, remember?"

"Part of that plan was NOT for Marty Anderson to cop a peek at my tits!

Now turn around!"

"Shoot, Kel! It's not like I haven't seen them a bunch of times in my dreams."

"Turn around!"

"But Kel!" he pleaded.

He ducked when a shoe flew past him. "Goddammit, Marty!"

"I'm turning! I'm turning!" He laughed as he turned to face the door.

Kelly giggled as she quickly slid her arms into the shirt's sleeves and poked her head through its neck. She pulled it down to her waist. "Okay! That's better!"

Marty gestured toward the cart. "Complements of Mr. Bradley Manning! Craig called, and I drove up to get it. The guy's very friendly. A little too friendly, perhaps, if you know what I mean." Scott smirked as he imagined Bradley leering at his good looking friend. "He even let me borrow the waiter's get-up." He tugged the lapels of the jacket. "His idea, in fact."

Scott chuckled. "Bradley just wanted to assist you in putting in on."

Marty squinted his eyes and nodded. "He was pretty touchy-feely while we found the right fit."

Kelly giggled. "That's Bradley. He probably had you try two or three that he knew wouldn't fit, just to get his hands on you."

Marty thought about it for a second. "You know...he did!" After a second or two of reflection..."Anyway, you have no idea how many traffic laws I broke in order to get this here without it getting too cold." Marty grabbed the towels and put on a bad French accent. "Voila!" He pulled the towels. "Madame...Moinsuerre...breakfast is served." He handed each a set of silverware wrapped in a napkin. He poured a cup of orange juice and a cup of coffee for each of them. Then, he took a styrofoam container and lifted its lid. "Madame..." With some flourish of hands and arms, he handed Kelly the tray with an omelet, seasoned American fries and a croissant inside, then repeated the performance for Scott. He opened a plastic tub of fresh fruit and inserted a spoon, carefully setting it on the mattress between them. "Bon Apetit!"

Scott smiled and shook his head. "Thanks, Marty! This is too cool!"

"My pleasure, kids. Like I said, I figured you'd need some sustenance this morning." Kelly blushed as she bit into her croissant.

Marty punched a button on his cell phone. "Yeah, they're decent. C'mon down."

"Brett and Craig?" Kelly asked.

"Yup...and..." he pushed another button "Uhm...if you're not too busy?" He chuckled. "Yeah, c'mon over."

"Frank and Jesse?" Scott guessed as he chewed on some potatoes. "Jeez, these are really good! I'll have to send Bradley a note. So," he looked back at Marty, "who else you inviting?"

"We don't have any more room." Marty poured himself a cup of coffee and sat on a desk chair. "So, how was dinner?"

"Oh, it was excellent, and the service was outstanding" Kelly said as she cut into her omelet.

Marty picked up the container that had the caramel in it the night before. He leered at Kelly. "And dessert?"

She blushed again as Marty tossed the cup into the wastebasket. Scott gave him a steely glare. "It was excellent, thank you."

Marty winked at him. "I'll bet it was. I'm so glad."

The sound of a strumming interrupted the conversation. Jesse walked in with a bag of ice, smiling, with Frank right behind, a guitar in his hands. They delivered an enthusiastic "Happy Birthday to you!" in pretty good two-part harmony. Kelly clapped as Scott buried his head in his hands. Jesse dumped the ice into the cooler and Marty handed him a small stack of plastic cups. He filled them all with ice as Frank retrieved the vodka from the top shelf of Scott's closet. Frank began the task of making screwdrivers, and Jesse plopped down on the corner of the mattress. "So, you kids have a nice night?" He patted Scott's knee.

"Very nice, thank you."

Kelly was beginning to feel a bit embarrassed by all the attention, but shook it off in good humor.

Brett's voice interrupted. He looked hung over. "Can I please get a drink... someone... please?" He sat on the bed frame that usually held Scott's mattress. Frank handed him a glass. He held his glass up to Scott. "Happy Birthday, Mr. President." Scott nodded his thanks as he chewed on his croissant.

A smiling Craig came in and handed Scott a card. "Happy Birthday, roomie!"

"Thanks, bud. Now that everybody's here, would someone please shut the door?" Craig laughed as he pushed it closed. "Tired of being on public display in all your nudidity?" Frank handed Craig a glass. "Here's to you," he took a sip and asked Marty for a cup of coffee as well.

Scott's head turned in an effort to address all the guys scattered throughout the room. "Hey, thanks you guys! For the limo! That was, like, waaaaaay fucking cool of you."

"Wilbur did okay, then?" Brett asked.

Scott nodded. "He's cool!"

Brett took another drink. "Angie's grandpa. Had his car for something like thirty years. Gave us a really good deal, so don't thank us cheap bastards too much."

Scott thought for a second. "Angie...you mean...?"

"The Ho!" the others shouted in unison.

Brett just shook his head. "Goddammit! She is NOT a fucking Ho'!"

Marty poured a cup of coffee, and in his best little-kid voice, implored Scott. "Open the card! Open the card!"

Scott set aside his food, and picked up the card. As he tore at the seal, Jesse picked up a potato and munched. "Mmmmm!"

Scott opened the card and something fell out. He read the funny card, signed by all five guys, then picked up the tickets. "Holy Shit!"

He looked around at all the guys. "Where the hell did you get six tickets to the Badger-Gopher game? That sucker always sells out when they're in the Twin Cities!"

Marty yelled "Rroooooooaaaad Triiiiiiiip!" and the other guys all laughed. Brett was making himself a second screwdriver. "Seems our man Frankie here is one of the best connected guys in Minneapolis."

Frank shrugged. "I got an uncle who works for the U of M athletic department. It's easy."

Brett stirred his screwdriver, "Yeah...but it kinda sucks, too." He took a drink and Scott gave him a quizzical look. "I can't go! Fucking wisdom teeth are coming out next Friday afternoon. I'll be in Rockford all weekend."

Scott frowned, "well that does suck!"

Craig nodded in agreement. "Yeah...but I'm kinda in the same boat. The BoDeans are playing at the Civic Center next weekend, and I gotta cover the concert for the paper."

"Well, shit! That bites, too!" Scott felt bad for his roommate. "Hey! That leaves us with two extra tickets."

Marty nodded. "I e-mailed an old buddy of mine who graduated last year. Danny works for the Twins now, and we haven't seen each other since he left last May. Haven't heard back from him yet, but he's always up for a good time. I think I told you about him once." He winked at Scott, who was trying to recall a Danny that Marty might have mentioned from his past. "I figure the other one we can scalp, or maybe give to some homeless person who needs to get inside for a few hours." Marty looked at both Craig and Brett with an apologetic face. "Hate to rub it in further, boys, but you already know the whole story. Frankie, fill in the birthday boy on the details." Jesse had Scott's fork in hand now, and was finishing the rest of his potatoes.

Frank smiled and shrugged. "Well, my dad comes from a big family. I got a lot of uncles, and the stars have kinda aligned in our favor." Scott was extremely curious now. "Uncle Sal manages a Minneapolis hotel called The Marquette...a really nice place...four stars...and he got us a great deal on a couple rooms. They're not freebies, but he applied just about every available discount under the sun, so we'll have a couple choice cribs at a great rate. And Uncle Frank, who I'm named after, is a big shot at 3-M, a big-time corporation in The Cities. Their dumb-shit brass scheduled a stockholders and board of directors meeting that should stretch throughout next weekend."

Scott was puzzled. "So...what does that have to do with this."

Marty had a sly grin. "Look again at the tickets, Scotty...the seat numbers."

Every ticket stub had "11LB" in front of the seat number. "Eleven pounds?"

Jesse laughed. "Guess again."

Scott was still perplexed, and just shrugged. "What?"

Kelly leaned over and whispered in his ear. "L as in Luxury. B as in Box."

Scott's jaw dropped and his eyes got wide. "No...fucking...way!! A goddamned luxury box?"

Frank high-fived his roommate. "It's 3-M's. They have three of them. And, `cuz of the big meeting, one of them is gonna be vacant."

Marty hollered again. "Rrrrroooooad Fucking Triiiiip!" Then he looked sheepishly at Brett and at Craig. "Oh, sorry guys."

Scott was giddy. "Yeah, sorry guys, but fuckin' a! Tickets to a sold-out Badger game, on the road, a four-star hotel and a luxury box seat the damned Metrodome. Fuck-Ing-Aaaay!"

Kelly couldn't wait any longer. "Uhm, guys?" They all looked at her. "Uhhmm... I had to rain on your parade, but I, uh, gotta go use the little girl's room."

"So go!" Marty gave her a sly grin and she shot him a dirty look.

"Well, I, ah, need to put some more clothes on first. Would you all excuse us for a minute or two. You can all come back, but I need just a bit more privacy, if you don't mind."

"Guys, ain't she cute when she blushes?" Marty started to stand. Jesse and Frank were on their feet. Brett was making another drink for the road.

"We'll leave you two in peace," Craig wiggled his brows at his roomie. "I'm gonna hang upstairs for a while, then probably go to the library for a while. Back this afternoon some time. The game is late today, and we can catch it upstairs, if need be. I'll call first, to see if the room is available." All five filed out.

Kelly found her panties, and Scott dug some flannel boxers out of his dresser. "Want to put these on too?" She blushed a bit again, and shimmied into them

As Kelly was leaving the room, she just about ran into Marty, who was returning. "Oops! Sorry Kel. I forgot Craig's key, and he didn't pick it up either."

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "Thanks, Marty! Thanks for everything. It was a great night! Scott was surprised, the limo was perfect, the meal was great...and he's beside himself with you guys' gift for him, too."

Marty couldn't help it. He leered at her. "And you two, uhm...?" She shot him a `don't go there' gaze, then smiled, blushing for the umpteenth time. "Oh, never mind, I'll get the complete play-by-play from Scott." He winked before she smacked his arm. Then, she pulled him in again and kissed his cheek. "You're the best, I hope you know that."

Marty blushed. "Thanks, Kel. That's really sweet." She let him go and practically skipped down the hall toward the bathroom.

Scott just grinned and shook his head when Marty re-entered the room. He struggled to get up off the mattress and walked to the closet. Marty reached down and grabbed his cock and balls. "Get a good workout last night, boys?" he asked the package in his hand.

Scott laughed and swatted his hand away. "Unbelievable, man. Un-fucking-believable. So, tell me. Whose idea was the Minnesota trip?" He pulled on some gym shorts and dug out a clean t-shirt.

Marty smiled and shrugged. "Well, you will recall that you basically dared me and Frank to try to outdo the little soiree we had on Halloween. We weren't sure that this would fit the bill, but I just learned this week that it would just be the four of us. So, like Frankie said, it seems the stars have aligned. It could be a lot of fun. You'll like my buddy, Danny."

"Is that the guy you...?"

"One in the same!" Marty wiggled his eyebrows. "I think you and him will get along just fine!"

Kelly came back in and patted Scott's ass. "You two conspiring to raise hell in the Twin Cities next weekend?"

Marty picked Craig's room key off the desk. "Just trying to figure out how much bail money we're going to need to have on hand." He winked, then plucked two grapes out of the plastic container, tossed them in the air and, with a couple smart jerks of his head, caught first the green one, then the red, in his mouth. He smiled as he chewed. Then he faked a serious face. "Just remember, Kel, what happens in Minneapolis...stays in Minneapolis." Marty spied the last container from the restaurant sitting on the desk. He opened the lid and stuck in a finger. "Mmmmm. Raspberry." He put on a preachy voice. "Now, you kids aren't going to let this go to waste, are you? Shame! You know, there are kids starving in Africa, who would be happy to have this!"

He kissed her cheek, then grabbed the back of Scott's neck and kissed his cheek and handed him the styrofoam cup. "Happy Birthday, bud!" He winked and made his exit.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, folks, it probably won't surprise any of you to know that the last chapter generated far and away the largest response of any previous segment of this little tale. I appreciated every one of them, and thank you all again. If you're spending time to read this stuff, and haven't let me know what you think, I'll extend the invitation one more time. I believe I've managed to answer everyone who has taken the time to drop me a comment or two, or twenty. Please feel free to react and respond any time the mood strikes. Catch me at scotty.13411@hotmail.com. Chapter 15 might be a little while, as I'm incredibly busy right now, and have decided on some major revisions. In the meantime, catch up on "The Professor and Sean" in the college section at Nifty. Yeah, it's another Scott doing the writing, but he's a hell of a guy and a great story teller.