Love Free or Die

The commercials ended and just as it switched back to the news, the TV went blank. "Fuck me!" Erin called out. She picked up a throw pillow and...threw it at the TV. "You guys don't want to hear the truth, do you?" Then in her best imitation of Jack Nicholson she puffed up and said, "You can't HANDLE the truth!"

She turned over to Kirk and said, "Seriously, how do they think they're going to make me feel differently? Even if I act differently, it's not going to change the way I feel in here," she said pointing to her chest where her stone-cold heart was located.

"That part I can't answer, but I'm pretty sure we'd better put some kind of plan together for ensuring we keep getting food and water for the foreseeable future. Tell me again what it is you most wanted out of this experiment?"

Erin looked straight ahead and said matter of factly, "I already explained it once. I'm not saying it again. Just saying it once made me feel weak and helpless. It was like I was some kind of girly chick who needs a man to feel complete and I don't. They say no one's a rock or an island but I am. I don't need anyone. No offense, but especially not some middle-aged guy with nothing to offer except..." Erin put her hand over her mouth as she burst out laughing.

"Care to share what's so funny?" Kirk asked. He found himself laughing simply because Erin was cracking up so hard.

"I was gonna say... Well, you know. I saw you in the shower last night and..." She looked down at his crotch before looking up at his face. "You're, ummm...HUGE!" Erin giggled momentarily then quickly recovered and said, "But that's not gonna be enough to get me to change the way I feel."

Kirk stared at her before smiling and saying, "I did have the nickname 'Horse' in college. But to tell you the truth, I haven't been with another woman besides Anne since I married her the day I graduated from the University of Washington almost 30 years ago." Before Erin could say something caustic Kirk added, "You know, several years before you were even born."

Erin laughed again. "So you have a college education. What do you do for a living? I mean, are you like rich or anything? If you were a sugar daddy, well...that might help change me mind!"

Erin was teasing but Kirk bristled inside. He fought the urge to say something he might regret but it welled up inside him so fast he couldn't help himself. Kirk stood up, bent over and stuck his finger in Erin's face as he said very quietly but with some bile in his voice, "It's no wonder guys treat you like shit. You're a greedy, gold-digging...bitch!" He turned and walked away before giving her a chance to respond.

Kirk felt like shit the rest of the day as he sat alone his room like a hurt school boy. He was just beginning to warm up to Erin when she went to the one place that just made him insane—money. He knew money was a necessary part of life but since winning the lottery, he was hypersensitive about it. He was sure Erin didn't know but the last thing he wanted was a woman pretending to care about him when all she wanted was his money. He'd stay single the rest of his life rather than spend a day with a woman who didn't love him for who he was. "Like Anne did," he said ruefully to himself.

It was after six o'clock when his overpowering thirst forced him out of his room. He knew there wouldn't be any water but he had to check. He was still pissed off but he wasn't sure if he was more angry with Erin or with himself for overreacting like that. He walked with his head down not even wanting to see, let alone talk to, Erin. He noticed out of the corner of his eye she was on the couch where he'd left her many hours ago. He went right past her without looking and straight to the sink. No water. "Fuck this place," he said.

"Isn't that my line?" Erin said politely.

Kirk didn't bother even turning around. "Leave me the hell alone, okay?"

"No, it's not okay. I'm thirsty, too. And I'm hungry again."

"Oh, yeah? Big surprise. It's not like I can do anything about that."

He could hear Erin stand up. "Maybe not. But after what I said this morning, I decided to at least try and maybe if I try, you'll try again, too." She paused, took a couple more steps his direction then said, "Do you like it?"

"Like what?" Kirk said still facing the sink.

"This," Erin said.

Kirk was suddenly hit by the smell of Ombre Rose perfume, the only perfume he ever really liked on a woman. He turned around and what he saw nearly took his breath away.

"Oh, my God." He looked up and down twice before saying, "How did you know? His question came out in a hoarse whisper.

"I wasn't sure but based on what little you told me, I thought this might be close to what you had in mind. You know, to at least get us something to eat and drink again tonight."

Erin was wearing a beautiful long-sleeved, white cashmere sweater, short black skirt, three-inch, open-toed black heels, with a pearl necklace and matching earrings. Her makeup was stunningly perfect as was her hair. "When I started laying these things out on the bed, my water came on and I was able to take a shower and wash my hair." She stood there looking at Kirk as though she was seeking his approval. "So, do you like it? Is this even close to what you want?"

Kirk felt himself growing hard and he was unable to stop staring at Erin. His eyes went up and down several times taking in the entire view. "It's uncanny," he said quietly.

"How so?" Erin inquired.

"I couldn't have made you more desirable...to me...had I been asked to choose everything for you."

"Then I'm glad. I also want to apologize—again. You were right. I am a bitch. It's just that..."

Just then they both turned at the sound they wanted so badly to hear. As the panels opened up, they saw and then smelled, the garlic bread and the lasagna wafting through the air. There were salads and an entire bottle of red wine.

"So, did I really do okay—with this outfit?" Erin asked sheepishly.

Kirk turned toward her and even though he fought back the urge, he felt a tear welling up in his eyes. He found himself staring at Erin who was more beautiful than anything he'd ever seen before. Maybe even more beautiful than his beloved Anne. The thought of any woman doing this for him was overwhelming. It was the very thing he wanted so badly and missed so much. Well, that and making love with Anne. He realized he'd teared up and quickly blinked and reached up as though there was something was in his eye. "Must be an eyelash or something," he said as he swiped away around the bottom of his eye a couple of times.

Erin smiled and said, "Yeah. An eyelash. That must be it." She grabbed both plates and said, "Shall we?"

As they ate, Kirk finally got up the nerve to say something. "Erin?"

"Yes?" she said as she look a bite of the delicious lasagna.

"I'm sorry about this morning. What I said. You're not a b..."

"A bitch?" she said finishing his sentence. "Yes, I am. But, well, what I was trying to say before was that I haven't always been one."

"No, no!" Kirk told her. "You're not...like that. You're a good, decent woman who's just been wronged one too many times so you do all...this...to protect yourself."

"Kirk. You don't know me. You have no idea how awful I've become." She took a sip of the merlot then said, "Sometimes I'm so terrible, I hate myself." Kirk just listened. "My last boyfriend really hurt me. The guy before him cheated on me and he was the second guy to do it, but it wasn't all that bad I guess because I wasn't really all that close to either one of them. But my last relationship was...special. Or so I thought. This guy got me to let down all of the defenses I'd built up over the years. He was handsome and charming and funny and...rich. Or so I thought." Erin took another, larger drink and Kirk refilled her glass. "But as it turns out, he was worse than a con man. A con man wants something you have. Usually your money. Well, I didn't have anything to offer except for..." Erin was having trouble speaking. "You see, it's hard for me to even talk about this stuff let alone say the 'L' word."

"There's no judgment here, Erin. I'm just listening. Go ahead. Tell me what happened."

"All I had to offer was...my love. You know, sex at first and then...well, he just kept charming me. He had all the props. Fancy car. Nice clothes. He took us to expensive restaurants and he said everything a hopeless romantic like me wants to hear. I fell hard for this guy. I took him home to meet my family over the Christmas holiday. Against my better judgment, I even introduced him to my sister, Katie, who'd dropped by to grace us with her presence for Christmas dinner. She's the bitch. Trust me. Tall, lean, and gorgeous and the kind of girl who wants whatever or whomever I've got. Long story short, I found him in bed with her a few days later when I dropped by his place unexpectedly. As it turns out, he didn't really have money, either. His parents did and he used it to charm naive girls like me so he could get what he wanted and then get off by taking it all away in a manner that would devastate the girl. He was the consummate player who put on this act—this show—to try and get a girl to fall in love with him and then he got his biggest thrill from fucking a friend or in my case, my sister. The bastard didn't even stop when Katie saw me and screamed. He just held her down and said, 'Hey, honey. Want to join us?' Is that sick or what?"

"I'm sorry," was all Kirk could think of to say.

"Me, too. So that's why I don't trust men. That's why I think they're all pigs." She swirled the wine in her glass then said softly, "Well, I guess it's possible there may be a few exceptions still out there somewhere."

"Was that a compliment?" Kirk asked.

"It was supposed to be. Coming from me...the bitch...that's pretty high praise, don't you think?"

"You're right. Not about being a bitch. You're not. But about how I really don't know you very well. But from what you've told me, this...this...attitude of yours is nothing but a way of keeping you from getting hurt. It's a defense mechanism. An emotional veneer you put on to avoid being hurt again. The hopeless romantic in you is still very much alive and well. She just needs a safe place to land the next time she gets up the courage to come out."

"I have no idea when or where that might be, but if it happens while we're here, you'll be the first to know, okay?" Erin said sincerely.

Kirk couldn't help but smile just as he noticed the sound of something else they hadn't heard since their arrival filled the room—music.

"Oh, my God! I love this song!" Erin exclaimed. She drained the second glass of wine then said, "Kirk? Would you dance with me? Please!!"

Kirk couldn't help but wonder if HE was now being set up. "Seriously? You want to dance with me?"

Erin stood up and held out her hand. "Yes! I love to dance. And it's just...dancing. It's not gonna lead to anything else." She paused and then added, "No matter how big your cock is." She giggled and said, "I think I'm getting drunk already. Come on! Let's dance!"

For the next half hour he and Erin danced to a number of songs he didn't know and then a song came on that he did know. And it was a favorite of his. And it was a slow song. He pointed nowhere in particular with his thumb and said, "Old fogey song. My kind of music." He was almost afraid to ask her. He was even more afraid she might say yes. Even so, he found himself asking in mock formality, "Young lady, may I have this dance?"

"Why yes, thank you. I'd love to, sir!" Erin said as she put her arms around him.

Kirk reminded himself she'd been drinking and not to read too much into anything. Then he caught himself and wondered if this wasn't exactly how "they" were going to get them...he and Erin...to...to fall in...to change their attitudes by changing their behavior.

A few moments later, Kirk felt Erin pull herself in closer to him. The scent of the shampoo in her hair and of her perfume were ringing bells that hadn't been rung in nearly two years. He was again aware of the stirring between his legs and that his rather substantial member was indeed growing. "Shit," he said to himself. "Control yourself, Kirk."

In another moment, he felt Erin's body pushing up against his groin. "Mmmmm," she murmured. "That feels amazing," she whispered in his ear. He pulled back reflexively before Erin put her mouth right next to his ear. "Do you know how long it's been since I've been fucked?" she asked. Before Kirk could answer, she said, "Six months. That's right. I haven't been with a guy in six fucking months." Erin giggled. "No, wait. They haven't been fucking months, have they? If they were fucking months, I would have gotten fucked, right?"

Kirk felt his raging hard on growing but he felt so conflicted. He couldn't do this to Erin when she was drunk. He knew she wasn't shit-faced or anything but still, she'd downed two full glasses of wine in less than 15 minutes and she was definitely not fully in control. He pushed her back gently and said, "We need to get you some coffee, okay?"

Erin was having none of it. "I don't want coffee. I want you." She looked at him demurely like a young school girl and said, "I saw your cock, you know. I'm really lonely and I really, really want it." Erin bit his ear playfully before adding, "And I want it in my pussy. I want you to fuck me, Kirk. Will you?"

Kirk was struggling. He said, "Erin. Do you know how long it's been since I've had sex?"

"Not longer than six months, I'm sure," Erin said playfully.

"I wish. It's been about 20 months. Maybe two months of so before Anne died. She was too sick those last couple of months and..."

"Shhh," Erin whispered. "I'm sorry about your wife, Kirk. I really am. But she's gone. And I'm here. And we're supposed to change our behavior so we can change our attitudes. I'm horny and I want to be fucked, so... No, wait. I need to be fucked."

"Erin. You've been drinking. I can't take ad..."

"Shhh. Stop talking. You're not taking advantage. I'm taking advantage. You have something I want. Something very...big. Something very, VERY big. And I want it. So please don't say anything else. Please."

Erin's had slid down Kirk's shirt, stopped briefly at his belt buckle, then made its way to the bulge that was back in his pants. It wasn't difficult to find his massive hard on and when she did, Erin moaned softly. "My God! Your fucking cock is huge."

She began pushing him toward the couch and Kirk was too far gone to resist any further. Erin deftly removed his belt and slid his pants down quickly followed by his underwear. Kirk was almost fully erect and his cock was a good ten inches in length and fat as hell. Erin's eyes were utterly wide open as she gasped, "Jesus fucking Christ! You really ARE a horse. Oh, my gawd, you're big!"

Erin was on her knees with one hand on his massive cock and the other underneath his ball sack which held what felt to Erin like two very large golf balls. She flipped her long hair back out of the way and lowered her mouth onto the head of Kirk's shaft. He gasped as her lips and tongue teased the head of his dick for several seconds before her mouth engulfed as much of his cock as she could swallow. He felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat as she held it there until she gagged. He'd seen that on porn videos but Anne had never actually done that. She loved blowing him but deep throating never was part of the equation. He groaned loudly.

Erin released his cock and gasped for air. "You like it?" she asked as her head bobbed up and down furiously on his shaft.

"Ummm. Fuck, yeah. That feels SO good, Erin. Oh my God, that's amazing."

After a couple more minutes of fellating him, she announced, "My turn." She removed her skirt and panties and lay back on the couch. Kirk instinctively buried himself between her legs. He'd not forgotten that unique smell but he'd missed it terribly. He licked her clit slowly from top to bottom then in a swirling motion. Erin was moaning loudly and begging to be fucked. Kirk refused. He continued to lick harder and harder as he penetrated her bald pussy with one, two, and then three large fingers. "Oh, FUCK!" Erin screamed. "That feels so fucking GOOD!" Seconds later, her entire body erupted in a massive shiver and a monumental explosion. "Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck...YES!!" she screamed.

Kirk didn't stop. He continued fingering her clit and finger-fucking her pussy as he prepared to mount her. "Oh, God!" Erin cried as she saw his cock fully erect dangling like a baseball bat over her pussy. "Don't you dare stop!" she begged.

Kirk lowered himself until the tip of his shaft was touching her slit. Then he rocked up and down pushing its girth against her clit causing her to moan even more loudly. "Okay. Here it comes, baby. Nice and slow." Kirk pushed gently and the head of his cock popped inside of her.

"Oh, fuck! Jesus, you're big!" Erin said as she gasped and moaned.

Slowly, Kirk worked his massive phallus inside of her an inch at a time. It wasn't just long, it was thick as hell and unlike Anne, Erin wasn't used to anything this big inside her. Each time he pushed, he felt her wince. When she did, he'd stop, back up and then give that length a few times until it felt right. By the time he got his entire shaft inside her to the hilt, Erin was literally screaming but not with pain.

"Oh, my fucking God! I've never felt anything so fucking huge inside my pussy before. Ohhhh, fuck! That feels SO fucking...GOOD!"

He was now pounding her furiously and he was forcing himself to hold off cumming until she was ready a second time. When he felt her body tense he hammered her several more times until she screamed then pulled out just in time to cum all over her gorgeous, soft sweater as well as on her face and hair. His load was so large there cum was everywhere. Spent, he fell on top of her and for the first time, they kissed before Kirk grabbed a tissue to clean his cum off her face as best he could.

"Jesus, Horse. You're amazing," she told him. She closed her eyes and moments later, she was fast asleep on the couch. Kirk covered with a blanket knowing it too, would need to be washed soon as it laid on top of the sticky mess on her cashmere sweater. He couldn't help but believe this might just earn them the privilege of using the washer/dryer. Regardless, he couldn't help feel both exhilarated and somewhat guilty for taking advantage of her. But then again, it wasn't like she was plastered. There had to be some "culpability" on her part, too. Oddly, he was almost dreading how things might go the next morning as he had no idea which Erin might wake up to greet him.

Chapter 4

This time, he was up first and breakfast ready before Erin woke up. The "observers" must have approved of last night based on the spread that was waiting for him when Kirk walked in.

Moments later, a bleary-eyed Erin showed up holding her cashmere sweater out in front of her with two fingers like it was radioactive. "Uh, what do you propose we do with...this?" Erin asked. "It's kind of...messy."

"Indeed it is. My guess is it's probably included in the cost of this um...travel package. I'd just toss it in the trash."

"Are you kidding? This must have cost $300. There's no way I'm throwing this away. Are you made of money or something?" Erin paused then said, "You never did tell me what you do for a living. Are you made of money?" She laughed which told Kirk she almost certainly had no idea he really was (almost) made of money. Then she remembered his reaction to the last time she'd brought up the subject. She dropped the cum-soaked sweater on the floor and rushed to him. "Kirk. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up again. I just..."

Kirk also laughed. "It's okay. I overreacted last time and I'm the one who's sorry for doing so. Okay, I'll answer you this way. If I was made of money I wouldn't have been able to do what I did with you last night because my paper dick would have gotten all soggy and been worthless."