RUNNING INTO trouble

I was out for a hot Saturday afternoon run in July when I saw her. She was walking a dog in the landing field adjacent to where the jogging trail passed by the playground. She wore lily-white shorts and a sleeveless red top. She was still a fox and her trunk was still fine, just like it was back when we used to be a couple.

Her public figure was Helen and she had been one of the prettier girls in my richly shoal. She had farseeing brown hair, cryptic brown middle and a consistency that turned heads. She was a very nice and considerate person, but she intimidated a lot of guys in those days, including me, partially because of her exquisite look, but mostly because her female parent was an English people teacher at our school. In the spring of our fourth-year year Helen of Troy and I acted in a school swordplay together and we hit it off. I found her very easy to talk to with a keen sense of temper. She was hot, but she didn't act like it. We dated the finale several calendar month of our senior year and through our inaugural year of college. She went to a different school to get her breast feeding arcdegree so we ended up going our reprint manner. We were by this time in our mid-twenties, and it had been over five years since I'd seen her.

"Helen ? Helen, is that you ?"I asked as I coasted to a stop a few feet away from her. The dog leaped toward me but she yanked back on the leash.

"down, Babs,"Helen said."Will ? Holy sess, I can't believe it !"

We shared a legal brief, sweaty hug and the dog was jumping up almost to my shoulders.

"This is Babs,"Helen of Troy said."She's a laborer Bertrand Russell Terrorist. And not too well school, I'm afraid."

"Is she your dog ?"I asked.

"No, she belongs to my mother. Mom lives right over there,"she said, pointing to the ingress to The Ridge, an upscale section of gracious homes on fairly big lots.

Her mother was Connie, my old English teacher. She was also a smasher, at least back in high school she had been. I guess she was still in her thirties then, with a svelte athletic soundbox, pissed ass, firm titties and a beautiful smile. Most of the boy in school thought she was hot, and they all fantasized about her, and that helped make Helen seem hands-off to many of them.

"How's Mrs. Connie doing ?"I asked.

"O.K., I guess. But it's Miss Connie now. She and my founder split up a brace years ago, but she's doing fine, just hates men nowadays. He was messing around with some little lady of pleasure at his work and got caught. So she nailed his ass in the divorce and bought a nice house with a pool and a hot tub !"

"Is she still teaching ?"

"Oh yeah,"she said, laughing."Still in the Sami old schoolroom, same old syllabus, and still setting teenager son'marrow a-flutter !"

"well, you look good, Helen,"I said."Where are you living these sidereal day ?"

"All over the billet,"she said."I'm a travelling nanny. I go to work at home where there are austere nanny shortages, get paid well and get to see the existence. I just got back from Alaska a couplet of hebdomad ago ; I was there for six calendar month. I'm staying with Mom for a few week now, and then I'm off to South USA !"

"South U.S.A. ! Wow."

"Yep, Venezuela. I've been brushing up on my Spanish. How about you ? Where are you living ? What are you up to ?"

"Been selling medical equipment. It's been going pretty well. I bought a town house overlooking the parkland, about a statute mile from here."

"Oh, nice, we're practically neighbor ! We should get together while I'm here. And I'm sure Mom would love to see you."

I wasn't so sure about that. When I'd taken her course of study, she seemed to like me a lot as a student and enjoyed my comments and temper. But after I started dating Helen she'd seemed to act colder toward me.

"Sounds like a great idea,"I said,"I'd dearest to. It will be fun to trance up and see Miss Connie again !"

She told me the telephone set number and I repeated it a few fourth dimension so I wouldn't forget. She said to predict the side by side day and I promised I would.
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When I called the next day Connie answered the phone.

"wellspring, if it isn't the sparkling wit of Franklin high school !"she laughed."Helen said you might be calling. How are you doing, Will ?"

I gave her the brief update and then she told me that Helen was out but they wanted to invite me over for a cookout by the pool.

"How about Thursday eventide ?"she asked."Would that work for you ?"

"That would be fine,"I said.

"okay, then we're all set. come up over around six. We'll grill out by the pond, have some deglutition, catch up on everything and then we'll have a pop quiz on Antigone !"

"Ugh,"I groaned, laughing.

"OK, maybe not Antigone. How about Stevie Ray Vaughan ?"she laughed.

She had a nice laugh. It was cool that she remembered that I was into the Blues. And any nervelessness I had detected from her in the yesteryear was nonexistent.
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On Thursday at six p.m. I was knocking on their door. I held a twelve pack of beer in one helping hand and a bottle of wine-coloured in the early, which made hugging awkward when Helen of Troy and Connie saw me in. So I put down the merchandise, gave them each a hug and thanked them for having me over.

They both looked ravishing. Helen of Troy's haircloth was in a ponytail and she wore short denim crosscut and a fuddled, white t-shirt, her tanned arms and legs glowing in contrast and the lace of her bra contoured through the thin cotton of her shirt. Connie was foxier than ever, and even though she had to be in her forties she didn't look a day older than she had when I'd taken her course of instruction eight and nine twelvemonth before. Her dirty blonde hair was brusk and slightly frizzed. She wore a flowery summer garb hemmed above the knees, and her recollective branch and arm were beautifully toned and tanned.

I followed them through the star sign to the pocket billiards area out back. I put the beer on ice and grabbed one for myself. They each already had a methamphetamine of wine.

"You two look outstanding !"I said, as we took seats on the terrace."And misfire Connie, you don't look a day older than when I was in high up school."

"Oh, please,"she blushed."And, it's just Connie, now. We're not in school anymore !"

"Okay, Connie. But, I'm serious, you look bang-up. You must be working out, you look in fabulous shape."

"Pilates, aerobics, I swim a little and I've gotten into running. Helen of Troy said she bumped into you when you were running Sat, so obviously you are still at it."

I had run cross country in senior high school day and college, and kept it up after graduation, running races, marathons, and even a duad ultra-marathons.

"Yes, I'm still at it. My positive addiction, I guess. It helps me justify my beer crapulence !"I laughed, raising my bottle.

"You ran a few Marathon if I remember correctly,"Connie said.

"I have,"I answered."I ran New York last yr. None in the programme right now, though."

"I think that would just be an incredible accomplishment,"she said."I've run a few 10Ks, but I don't think I could ever run 26 miles !"

"Oh, if you can do a 10K,"I said,"You could do a battle of Marathon. It's all just a matter of committing to the breeding. There aren't any abruptly cuts !"

"Maybe one of these days I'll try it."

"You can do it. Like I said, it's really a matter of planning and training and not rushing it."

The night progressed with leisurely conversation between the three of us, burgers and chicken on the grill, Irish potato salad and corn whiskey on the cob. It was all delicious and I washed it down with a number of beers. At about a quarter till ten Connie said she was going to change by reversal in and said her goodnights. She disappeared behind the Gallic doors that led into her master bedroom. Babs, who had been floating on a wad in the pool for most of the evening, was right behind her.

Then it was Helen of Troy and me alone. We'd all been reminiscing throughout the night and we continued along those lines, talking about the multiplication we'd shared. We caught each early up on our personal lives and various gossip. I told her I hadn't been serious with anyone for over a year ; she was vague and just said that relationships wouldn't fit too well into her stream life as a travel nurse.

"You want to take a swim ?"Helen asked me.

"I didn't bring my body,"I said.

"You still wear underdrawers ?"she asked.

I told her I did.

"You wearing them now ?"

I told her I was.

"That'll work !"she said."Go on, get in. I'll be back in a jiffy !"and she bounced into the house.

I took off my shirt and trouser and shoes and dove in. In about threescore irregular Helen reappeared through the threshold to the living room in a black bikini, strutted to the edge of the pool and walked down the pace into the shallow end. Her courting didn't leave much to my imagination. She had a killer consistency and I admired every inch of it. On this hot summer night the water supply was cool against my cutis, but I still felt a warm tingle down below. After a few minutes of playful splashing around we sat on the pool steps and continued our catching up. We sat close but we weren't touching.

"Remember the first time we went swimming together ?"she said.

"How could I ever forget ?"I said."You were so bad !"

I had dived into the consortium at school and the charge of water had yanked my float trunk right off of me. Helen grabbed them and had gotten out of the puddle before I even came up for air. She pranced around with my trunks laughing and I couldn't get out of the pool for half an time of day.

"You made up for it later, though. I forgave you."

"I remember,"she said, smiling. That night she gave me a cock sucking in the woods near the fourth fairway at the public golf form.

"Remember when you wanted to be a stripper ?"I said.

She laughed."Yeah, thank God that didn't workplace out !"

"I think it worked out just fine,"I said.

This was veracious after we started dating. We were drinking at a party and were kidding around and talking about what we wanted to do for a living when we got senior, and somehow she said she thought it would be fun to be a stripper. I told her that sounded corking, I'd like to see her practice. So we went back to my house and down to the basement…my parents were out at some societal event…and I put on some music. Soon Helen was swaying to the music and soon her blouse came off, and then her skirt as she grinded to the groove. Then she tossed her bra aside and was wearing nothing but her panties, and my prick was hard as nails. Once she slid out of her panty I couldn't ascendency myself any longer and I slid in front of her on my knees and started eating her hairy President George W. Bush. I didn't know what the Inferno I was doing but by that meter we were both so aroused it didn't matter, and soon I was fucking her brainiac out, our commencement meter together.

"Maybe for you !"she said."But I was in mortal fear until I had my adjacent flow !"

"So was I !"I replied. We laughed about it. But it wasn't suspect back then.

Soon we got out of the consortium. Helen went to change and I got out of my wet boxers and into my dry shorts. As we were saying goodnight I asked her if she wanted to get together and go out on Saturday night.

"Will,"she said."You need to know, I'm really not interested in getting into a relationship. And I'm only going to be here a mates more weeks…"

"I know that,"I said."Relax. But while you're here, why not ? Tonight was fun, don't you think ?"

She smiled and said yes, it was.

We agreed that I'd pick her up at seven and we'd figure out something to do.
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We went out Saturday and just winged it. We went to a local join and had pizza and beer and talked, then hung out and listened to a guitar and bass duo dally a set out on the patio. When I took her base it was a tad awkward when I dropped her off.

"I don't know what to do !"I said, as we said goodnight.

"What do you mean ?"she asked.

"Should I try to osculate you or not ?"

She burst out laughing."What do you want to do ?"

"Seems like a buss would be allow,"I said.

"Okay, go ahead, Romeo !"she said, puckered her lips, closed her eyes and posed.

I laughed and pecked her on the corner of her mouth.
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A couple days later I was out running in the like area where I had encountered Helen when she was walking Babs. While I was in my typical mid-run dissociative daydream I noticed another runner approaching me from the opposite counsel. It was an attractive woman, slim and athletic with a smooth, even pace. She was dressed in yellow running trunks that clung to her amphetamine legs and genitalia and a white singlet that was sweat-plastered to her firm breast and waist. It was Connie.

She didn't recognize me as we closed in on one another so I ran off a few yards to the right and circled back around behind her. I caught up and started running beside her on her right.

"So Connie, you've started your marathon training already, I see !"I said.

She was startled and looked over at me and laughed.

"Oh, volition !"she said,"I didn't see you add up up. But uh, no, just out for a jog."

We chatted as we ran together for a couple miles. She asked me if Helen and I had had a good time when we went out the other night.

"Oh, sure,"I said."We spent the night catching up and reminiscing and laughing about it all."

"So you won't be getting back together I take it,"she replied.

"Oh no, nil like that. It would be hard to try to sustain a relationship on two different continent !"

"Yes, I believe it would. And Helen hasn't had a steady guy for several years and I think she prefers it that way."

As we ran, the topic of give-and-take became running. I asked if she was grave about running a marathon.

"I'm not sure. Do you really think I could ?"

"Sure,"I averred."Why not ? Many people in not nearly the shape you're in have done it. As I said before, it's all about the breeding. If you plan it right, and do it right, you'll be prepared and be fine. And when you actually do it, you'll not only be in the best soma of your life, but you will deliver done something that 99 % of the people on Earth couldn't do !"

"What's the training like ? How long is it ?"she asked.

"tercet or four months. The key is you have to get a long run in once a week."

"How long ?"

"You want to get it up to at least 20 miles."

"Ugh,"she groaned."twenty knot ? In the summer ?"

"You don't start with that, you build up to it. You can do 10Ks, that's a good foot. Start with a long one of eight or nine miles and build from there. In a duo of calendar month you'll be doing 20 plus."

"I don't know,"she said."Sounds complicated."

"It's a lot simpler than Antigone !"I said, and she burst out laughing."But you can do it if you really want to,"I went on."You just have to consecrate to it and wedge to it. It's not easy, but it's worth it for the feeling you'll have afterwards. If you want to do it, I'll help you. I'll train with you."

"You would do that ?"

"Yeah, I'd be happy to. It will be fun."

By that time we had looped around the solid massive neighborhood to where I would cut off and head back toward my billet. I told her to guess about it and we said our adieu and jogged off in opposite directions.
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The time was nearing when Helen would be flying off to Republic of Venezuela. I called her and asked if she'd like to get together once more before she took off. She said she couldn't because she was swamped with preparations and had agreed to meet with an old girl Friday Night before she flew out on Saturday. She suggested that maybe I could get along along with her and her mother to the drome Sat morning. I agreed and she said to be at her mother's theater at around 7:00 am to ride along.
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I stayed in Friday evening listening to some euphony and catching up on some recital. The phone rang and I didn't bother to blame it up. It happened several times but no message was left. I figured it was after-dinner telemarketers looking for a mark. Then at around 8:30 my bell rang ; imagine my surprise when I flipped on the porch lighting and opened the door and saw Helen standing there !

"Helen of Troy !"I exclaimed.

"May I come in ?"she asked.

"Sure,"I replied, pulling the door open wide."Is everything all right ?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just want person to talk to, I guess."

She came into my living room and sat on the sofa. I asked her if she's like something to drink and she asked if I had any wine-coloured. I'm not a wine drinker but I told her I had a gimcrack feeding bottle of something for use in a arrest. She said that would be okay so I went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of merlot for her and a beer for myself.

"So, I thought you were going out with a friend tonight,"I said.

"I was…I did. It didn't go very well so I left. I called you but you didn't solvent. When I drove by her I saw your car so I rang your Vanessa Stephen. I'm sorry to barge in…"She took a salubrious gulp of her wine.

"It's okay."

"I'm glad I didn't disturb anything !"

We sipped our drinks and sat through a thorny silence.

"Can I recite you something, Will ?"

"Sure. We could always say whatever we wanted to each other, you know that."

"I know. But there's something I never told you that I should have."

"Okay…"

"I don't want you to be mad, but remember when I was in nursing school and our human relationship sort of petered out all of the sudden ?"I nodded."Well, I kind of was involved with somebody else."

"Ah,"I said. As if it all made sense now, which of class it didn't.

"It's not what you think, Will. I wasn't running around on you or anything. It just sort of happened naturally. It was with one of my schoolmate. Her gens is Geri. That's who I met with tonight."

"There was another chancy silence as I digested this intelligence update.

"Anyway, we became lovers. I'd never had sex with another lady friend before. Geri had, but I hadn't, it was all new to me, and I couldn't get enough. We lived together, worked together, played together, studied together, slept together. It made everything else in life better ; I thought, so this is who I am ! Then after almost three age she dumped me for a man ! I caught her fucking him in our apartment."

"Oh, I'm sorry…"

"That's when I went into travel nursing. To get far away from it…from her. But it only helped to a certain extent. I just couldn't quite get over the hurt…the betrayal…the insult !"

I reached over and put my deal on hers. She gripped my hand and squeezed tight.

"I'm sorry to dump all this on you, Will."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Anyway, that's who I met with tonight : Geri. I ran into her last-place week at the gym where Mom works out. It was awkward…really weird…but we chatted for a minute or two and she suggested we see for a drink. So I thought okay, bury the tomahawk and let bygones be water under the bridge and all that, and I'm leaving tomorrow anyway but maybe I could finally reach some form of law of closure and move on."

"So, what happened ?"I asked.

She took another draught of wine-colored and her glass was almost empty. I took her deoxyephedrine to the kitchen and returned with it refilled.

"So,"she continued, and took a deep breath."She's now married to the guy. Then she starts talking about how her husband really wants to watch her doing another chick, and since I was the live on chick she was with, maybe I'd like to join them in the dismissal. And she said that she wouldn't mind seeing husband fucking another woman either, so what did I think, am I up for it, it would be fun. I mean, can you believe that ?"

"Oh, wow !"I said."What did you say to that ?"

She let out with a nervous laugh."Well, I'm not proud of what I did, but I can't say I'm sorry about it either. I mean asshole, she made me find so muddied, so loud ; like some monkey in the zoo that they can check and get themselves off !"She shivered and took another anxious sip of wine."I called her a fucking cunt, threw my swallow in her face and got up and walked out !"

"You did ?"

"I did !"

"All right, you go girl ! Touché !"

"I'm over that bitch !"

Another pregnant break ensued as we held script and sipped beverage. Then Helen put her drink on the table and turned her body to present me more directly.

"Thank you for listening to me claptrap, Will,"she said with limpid eyes.

"You're welcome, you know that,"I said,"Anytime."I squeezed her hired man again and she squeezed ripe back.

"Want a blow job ?"she said.

I almost fell off the couch when I heard that.

"What ?"I asked incredulously.

Helen started laughing."Bet you weren't expecting that !"

I told her I sure as infernal region wasn't.

"I'm sorry, Will, but I need to get laid ! When I left Geri tonight I was half-crazy ! She made me so damn mad…that she could be so damn smug after what she'd done to me and what I'd done to be with her ! I need to be with a man again, need to feel a man's cock again. I've wasted enough metre pouting and running away. So, it's either go peddle my ass on the street, or come to you—you're about the only man I know I can trust."

"But, Helen, you're leaving in the morning."

"I know, I know,"she said,"But I really postulate to get put down tonight."She ran her deal up along my thigh and found my penis."It can be my going-away present."

"What has gotten into you ?"I asked.

"I don't know,"she said, then she stroked my solidifying shaft, and added,"But I want to get this into me !"

I think I was in a minor shock, and I wasn't sure if it was right, perhaps she was too vulnerable, but I also knew I couldn't go this down.

I wasn't wearing a belt so she unsnapped my jean and unzipped me with minimal effort.

"Ooh, no underwear…"she cooed.

"Well, I wasn't expecting ship's company,"I croaked.

"It's serendipity !"she said."You were the last man I had, and now you'll be the following. Then she went down on me.

She took my peter into her mouth and my balls into her hand. She wasn't the most experienced cocksucker from what I could commemorate, but the familiar spirit of her mouth and mouth and tongue and fingerbreadth swelled me to the max. I held her hair between my finger's breadth as she gave me head like she was bobbing for apples.

After several minutes she removed her rima oris from my tumesce member and raised her capitulum to mine and kissed me. For the first time in five years I felt her silky tongue in my mouth. She savagely sucked my lingua and clutched my cock in her hand. She was an Alpha lady friend, unlike the Helen of Troy I remembered.

"Show me your bedroom !"she whispered.

All of my pent-up emotions had me reasonably horny too. I couldn't think ever being so totally, completely, erotically seduced. In my sleeping room she whipped off her tops and stern and pulled my pants off as I unbuttoned my shirt. Then she lay on the bed and pulled me on top of her. She had my cock in her handwriting and yanked it to the entering of her plane pussy. She had red rose petals tattooed around her omphalus and a silver medal stud within.

"God, I'm wet !"she wheezed."God, I need to add up !"

"No foreplay ?"I asked playfully, tickling her.

"Five years without is my foreplay !"she said.

I slid into her with zip resistance and felt her once-familiar wet warmth surrounding my engorged cock.

"Fuck me, Will ! sleep with me heavy ! I need to birth an orgasm and it's going to be a walloper !"

I pounded her like there was no tomorrow. I hadn't been with a woman for a while so I was set to flare up in about a minute and a one-half. She was milking me with her pussy rampart as I drove my cock into her. Soon I could feel my rising lunar time period of cum searching for exit, seeking the path that led out. I grunted like a maimed croc when my semen rose through my steely putz and blasted off privileged Helen, rope after oily circle. I gradually slowed my speech rhythm as I emptied, easing into a gentler groove.

"Keep fucking !"Helen hissed.

With the taut, blood-hard skin of my cock now less emphasise, it slid easily in and out of Helen's slimy seventh heaven. Her hands clutched my ass and her groin smacked into me trying to blarney a climax.

"bread and butter fucking me, Will !"

I started banging her harder, then harder, then harder still, and my cock returned to the approximate firmness of purpose of treated steel. We were reelin'and rockin'and the bedposts a-knockin'! We kept this up for a while, each expelling guttural moan with each hard thrust. Then I felt myself nearing my endorsement coming. My tongue was fucking Helen's lip and my finger was in her ass, and I could finger the sweat on her face so I knew she was getting close. I could palpate another respectable battery-acid of my cum preparing for liftoff, and soon it rose up and out of me, not as big as the first, but four or five solid strings leapt deep into Helen's juicy twat. Within instant she let out a high-pitched scream and started shaking and her affectionate rapids flowed downstream and out of her, soaking my spent dick and the bed beneath us. I rolled to her side and collapsed beside her with her tongue in my mouth and her vagina surrounding my dick and we stayed that way for a few long minutes as I gradually went limp inside her.

We must have nodded off for a while. When I came to it was around 11:30 and Helen was getting dressed. As she made her finishing touches and pulled on her shoes she noticed I was watching her and came over to the bed.

"Thanks, sailor boy !"she said,"You have no idea how practically I needed that !"She bent down and gave me a quick osculation on the lip."Goodnight ; see you in the morning."Then she was out the door.

I lay in my bed, ruminating about my unexpected Nox. What the hell had happened ? I asked myself, ‘ Did I just fuck a lesbian ?'
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I was right on time the adjacent morning. Connie greeted me with a big smile when she opened her doorway. She asked me into the kitchen for coffee while we waited ; she said Helen of Troy had gotten in kind of late and was moving kind of slow this morning.

We chatted briefly and then I noticed Helen of Troy's base were packed and stacked in the dining elbow room. I offered to take them out to the service department and compact the car. I was just finishing up when they both emerged from the house.

"break of the day, will,"Helen of Troy said coolly, barely making eye contact. She got into the front passenger seat, Connie was behind the wheel and I climbed into the back.

Not much was said in the car, but Helen of Troy kept stifling one yawn after another.

"You tired, Helen ?"I asked.

"Yes I am. I didn't sleep too well,"she said.

"Maybe you can pick up some Z's on the plane,"I added. She said she hoped so. It was commodity to see that her category 5 orgasm the night before hadn't taken too much out of her.

At the aerodrome we checked Helen's grip and then went as far as we could before saying our cheerio. Helen and Connie hugged and kissed and exchanged I-love-yous. Then Helen of Troy turned to me.

"bye-bye, Will. It's been courteous seeing you again. Thanks for coming."I wasn't sure if she meant coming to the drome, or coming the night before. She kissed me on the face and turned, waved, and entered the line to security.

We walked back out of the terminal and found the birdie to read us back to Connie's car. On the ride rest home she told me that she'd thought it over and would wish to take me up on my fling to coach her through battle of Marathon breeding if I was still up for it. I told her, Absolutely, I was looking forward to it. And I'd not only be helping her, it would motivate me to school and to run another marathon too.

When we got back to her household, Connie took a calendar off the wall and we sat down at the kitchen table and I wrote out a training schedule. I spread her usual every week gas mileage throughout the weekdays, and added a long run for each weekend, increasing the distance gradually week-to-week, to get her set up for a big race in November. The slipstream was in the urban center about an hour away.

At this point it was the end of July, so I mapped out a 15 workweek plan peaking with outpouring of 20, 20 and 21 miles in weeks 11, 12 and 13.

"What do I do the last two hebdomad ?"Connie asked.

"Eat, drink and eternal sleep !"I said."You don't want to overtrain. If you're not quick by then, it's too late."

We would take up the following morning with an eight miler.
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Connie was a pretty in effect runner and had no trouble with the too soon training. We would run side by side, and because her natural pace was slower than mine, occasionally I would move out faster for a half mile or so and then double back and fall back in beside her. The second calendar week we did nine miles, the third week almost eleven. Our ritual soon became we would run together, all the while talking about just about anything that popped into our brain, then after the run a saltation in her pool, then often she would make us lunch.

As two people running many miles together, side by side, we covered many topics of conversation. I found Connie very easy to mouth to. Our minds seemed to make for the same way. I could say almost anything to her, no thing how esoteric or how ‘ out there'it would look, and she would follow and be right there with me. And the same went for her, wherever her conversation went, whatever tangents she went off on, I was there.

I mentioned once that it puzzled me that when I had taken her division in high school day she was always warm and favorable toward me, but when I was dating Helen of Troy she seemed cold and aloof. She admitted I was right and that it was her problem, not mine. She told me that was about the time her marital problem were starting to bump, and also she didn't like the idea of any guy screwing her daughter.

For some intellect I didn't expect my old English teacher to talk like that, but when she did, I got a boot out of it. As we became more and more prosperous with each other, I looked more and more forward to our exercise.

She talked about Helen too, of track. She mentioned Helen of Troy's same-sex relationship ( plural form ! I only knew about the one with Geri ) and how that took some getting used to at first. She said she didn't think Helen of Troy was gay, just open up to things, and when a bunch of nanny went to schooltime together, affair could encounter. She told me also that she wondered if something might go on between Helen of Troy and me while she was home. I figured if Helen of Troy wanted her to know about our close dark together she could tell Connie herself.

After about three or four workweek of training together our puff degree had reached a point of tot up ease. Connie would sometimes stir me when she spoke, and I became less hesitating to touch her as well. When she completed the twelve miler, she was overweening and gave me a big hug and kissed my mouth. After that our formula greetings and goodbyes included a hug and a kiss. When we ate together her eyes would linger on mine and her coy grinning would give my stomach butterfly. My loins got butterfly too, despite our twenty year age difference.

That week I had used her bathroom off the consortium after taking a swim and noticed her commode had a making water and would observe running off and on. I told Connie I would fix it for her, I just needed to go to the hardware store and get the permutation parts. She was very appreciative and started to dig into her purse and I told her not to worry about it, it would not be expensive and was an soft fix. She said maybe I would get a free dinner out of the deal, then.

That afternoon I went to the computer hardware computer memory to buy the kit and took it back to her home. By this prison term knocking on the door had become an unneeded formalness, so I walked in and found her in the kitchen.

"I'm cooking your dinner, will, so I hope you don't have plans ! Lasagna ! Got to carbo load !"she called as I entered the room.

I swear she was trying to drive me weirdo. She was wearing short frayed cut-offs and an untucked white T-shirt with no bra ! The cotton plant fabric hugged her pap like wet tissue and drew my eyes like attractive feature. I know she caught me looking and I went off to fix the toilet with half a hard-on.

In the bathroom I got down to exercise. It was a small room and I had to contort myself in dissimilar shapes and physique but I removed the sand of the commode tank. But Babs wanted to help and was getting in the way so I had to lock in her out so I could get the new parts installed. She whimpered for a dyad minutes but then must have got smelled lasagna because she sauntered off. In another fifteen minutes I was done, and when I turned the pee back on and flushed a couplet of metre, with minor registration it was working like new.

I went back to the kitchen and the lasagna was in the oven and Connie had mixed a pitcher of vodka martinis. We went to sit by the pond with our beverage. Babs hopped onto her raft.

We sipped and chatted for the next hour or so. We talked about run, about volume, about her teaching and the trouble with kids these twenty-four hour period. We ate delicious lasagna and honey oil salad, then had a nightcap by the syndicate. After a while I felt I should allow, and not overstay my welcome, even though I didn't want to. As we sat in the soft light, I looked at Connie's profile and the insidious rebellion and falling of her breasts with each breathing time, her sublime bare mammilla snug within her shirt, and the mantrap of her tanned, intersect legs, and I swear the intellection of her being 20 class sure-enough might as well have been twenty dollar bill twenty-four hour period, because I believe I was falling in love.

Connie saw me to the room access to say goodnight.

"Thank you for fixing the commode, Will,"she said."I had no idea you were such a odd-job man !"

"Oh, I'm okey in the toilet !"I said."But I'm better in some of the other rooms around the house !"

In the dim light I could see a twinkle in her eye and a sly lock to her lip.

"Oh, you are, are you ?"she said.

"I think so. If you have any early chore that need care, just let me know."

We stared at each other for a bit. I knew she was feeling something too, I just didn't know what. I leaned to her and kissed her broad on her mouth. I sensed a brief immunity, but I put my arm behind her back and pulled her to me. My mouth parted, and although she hesitated, soon hers did the same and our tongues frolicked and I tasted her for the first time. She was kissing me too, and enjoying it, but her branch stayed by her face. When we finally parted I kept arms around her waist.

"Uh, oh,"Connie said."What was that ?"

"Something I've wanted to do for a while,"I said.

"testament, we shouldn't…you were a educatee of mine…"

"That was a farseeing time ago."

"But you're the Saami age as my daughter !"

"So what ? You deserve a little Young stuff !"I said, and performed a little shamble dance in front of her.

She laughed and shook her head.

I kissed her again and her sassing didn't hold as much this meter, our rima oris meshed and our knife twirled in a aphrodisiac ballet, a long one, and I felt her arms around me.

When we broke the candy kiss our eyes were locked as we said goodnight.

‘ No woman could kiss a man like that and not finger something !'I thought to myself.
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I fell asleep thinking about her. When I woke in the morning my shaft was laborious than I could ever remember, it ached, and I jerked off thinking about her. But I began to find stab of guilt. Had I taken our new found rest and comforter level for granted and gone over the line ? I thought I'd read her sign correctly and responded appropriately but her reluctance was bothersome.

I called her on the telephone that afternoon but missed her. When she called me back that evening I began with an apology.

"Connie, about final dark,"I said."I'm sorry if I went a little too far. It was a wonderful night and I don't want to love things up. Please have my apology."

"Don't apologize, Will,"she said,"Because you didn't do anything awry. I love the way you look at me, and I was sending pool cue too, I was asking for it. But when we finally, actually kissed like we did…I cogitate a lot of things hit me all at once and it form of scared me."

"What affair ?"

"well, primarily our ages. It's not that I'm not tempted, but twenty years is a big difference."

"Hey, your ex- has a young squeeze play, you should have one too !"I said, to lighten thing up.

She laughed, but added,"okey, but that's not all. You're a former student…"

"That was days ago ! Think of me as your trainer !"

"…And then there's Helen. You're her friend, you're her age. You used to date her for God's interest !"

"Connie, Helen is a mature adult, I am indisputable she…"

"I know, Will, I know. Like I said, you didn't do anything wrong. I wanted it to happen. It's just a lot to think about."

She went on to recite me that she would be leaving the next morning for back-to-school teacher orientation and would be gone until Friday night.

"I hope you'll get your breeding runs in !"I said.

"I will, manager, I promise,"she said,"And I'll be ready for our 13-miler on Saturday !"

"Good. And maybe this workweek you'll have the meter to think about what other rooms in your firm might involve my jack of all trades serve !"I said.

She chuckled and said,"Oh, I know of one already. That's part of my problem."
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"Good morning ! I hope we can beat the rain !"Connie said when she greeted me Saturday aurora with a quick kiss.

"It'll make us run faster !"I quipped.

It was cloudy and warm with a 70 % probability of rain. The air was thick with humidness and we were both already breaking sweats before we even finished stretching.

As we ran we talked about many dissimilar affair as we usually did, but we didn't touch the bailiwick of ‘ us ’, and I felt a tenseness in the vibe that I figured would continue with us until we did.

After a few miles we were drenched in sweat and our track wearing apparel were matted to our body. When we reached the spot where I had stashed our water bottles we stopped for a quick beverage. My boxershorts were drenched and clung tightly to the gibbousness between my pegleg. Connie must have noticed, the same way I observed her orange trunks hugging her sweaty cameltoe.

At around eleven mile I asked her how she was feeling and she said she felt pretty good. I told her I was going to debase out a little for the last distich miles, and did she mind ? She said, ‘ No, let's do it !'So I picked up the step and we took off together.

Our last two miles were run at a quick tread, faster than what Connie was accustomed to, but she stayed right with me. When we slowed to a walk after our 13 naut mi I was rapturous and told her how proud I was. Without thinking I wrapped my arm around her sweat-soaked shank and kissed her cheek, and we walked arm in arm for a few whole step. When we walked onto her patio from the side of the mansion, she went through the gate before me and I shook my straits in wonderment of how the limpid textile of her shirt was plastered to her slim waist and her shorts that looked like an orange blusher job on the crack of her ass.

Connie went into the house, and as had become my custom after our running, I entered the kitty domain, peeled off my shirt, shoe and socks and jumped into the syndicate wearing only my running game shorts. I swam and paddled around a little, enjoying the spirit of the cool water on my hot skin, easing my worn-out satisfaction after a heavily run. I took off my shorts, wrung them out in my hands, and placed them on the patio at the lip of the puddle, where I could easily recollect them to put them back on. After a distich more laps I swam over to the pool footstep and sat on the freighter step in the chest-high piss and relaxed.

In a few arcminute Connie came out through the Daniel Chester French doors from her bedroom with Babs right behind. She walked over and opened the gate to let Babs out for a quick pee. She looked like a role model in a sleek one-piece lightlessness, backless swimsuit that promoted all of her bender. Without looking at me ( but knowing I was watching her ) she strutted over and picked up my running short and took them over to the wall and hang up them on the towel single-foot. Then she plunk into the deep end.

She came up for air and stood in water up to her shoulders and looked at me for the first fourth dimension. With a mischievous smile on her nerve she slid her hands over her shoulder joint, freeing them from the black spaghetti straps of her suit. With her hands submerged and a twirl and act of her body she removed her bathing suit and threw it over by the towel rack. We were both now naked in her pool.

"If you get to skinny-dip,"she said,"So do I."

She swam over and we embraced and without hesitation her mouth covered mine with her tongue leading the way. Her arms surrounded me and I maneuvered her onto the step beside me. Facing each other, kissing deeply and with my hands exploring her, I wrapped my legs around her and pulled her as snug as I could. I felt her tits against my chest and the contour of her sweet ass in my hands. Her hand grasped my dick, still somewhat flaccid in the cool pee, but growing fast.

"I thought about this all week !"she murmured.

"I think about it all the time !"I replied.

There was a loud thunderbolt from a distant lightning deadbolt and rain began falling. Our wet hands roamed our wet physical structure and our tongues did a rain dance.

"movement up here,"I said softly, and lifted her up to sit on the top stone's throw, the Earth's surface of the water just below her waist.

With volition of its own my oral fissure explored Connie's neck and shoulders, and she sighed loudly when I reached her delectable boob. Her nipples, already perked up by the cool pocket billiards, grew harder between my teeth and she moaned when I sucked them into my mouth.

It started to rain harder and in unison with another whirl of thunder I felt Connie's business firm travelling bag strengthen around my hardening cock.

I lowered myself before her, kissing her breasts, her stomach, her navel. I put my helping hand on her buttocks and lifted, and with her gorgeous, neatly-groomed pussy right at the water furrow, I buried my face into her.

"Oh, my God !"she moaned.

My mouth explored her eager, open slice and I sucked on her lips and split up them with my tongue. Her salty tang, sloshed with Cl, made for a tasty sweet and sour cocktail. I squeezed her ass cheeks and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth.

"Oh, Jesus…"

The rain started coming down in torrents, hard shot pounding us on the shallow pace and poking mystifying dimple into the surface of the pool. Her hands clutched my head and she pushed her pussy into my face and her clit delved deeper into my sassing. She groaned as my lips massaged her.

There was another roar of thunder and a John Major blast of wind blew the trees sideways in the backyard. A potted medallion blew over, scaring the shit out of Babs, who then headed for cover under a lounge chair. The rainfall was coming down as hard as I could remember, hammering into my cover like rubber bullet, but with Connie's hard meat in my mouth, her secure fingerbreadth guiding my head into her attrition groin, and my cock long and stiff, I hardly noticed.

I looked up at Connie and she had a severe, concentrated smell on her grimace, like she was deep into a trance. Her hair was matted down against her scalp and her pap were vauntingly and hard. She rocked back and Forth, to and fro, over and over, fucking my face. Then her eubstance quaked, and she shook and shivered from headland to toe and she let out a shriek.

"Oh my God, Will…"

It was hard to tell from my position, with my mouth immersed in a slushy embracing of cunt and pool water, but she must throw dumped a sizable window pane of her jizz into the pool.

Next she pulled my hair toward her and my head followed. She sucked my knife deep into her mouthpiece and wrapped her finger around my vertical staff. The heavily rain continued to poke us and soak us and mighty blow rattled the Tree and shrub. Babs barked with each smack of thunder.

"God, I've never been eaten like that !"she said with a hiss."I've never come so punishing !"

"That's my Connie-lingus !"I said.

"well, anytime you want to practice…"

"I'd love to practice…"

"I want you inside,"Connie said.

"What, inside the theatre ?"I asked.

"No ! Inside me !"she hissed, and pulled my inflated pole into her esurient hole.

I entered her and found the calm air in the midst of the storm. A mystical, sorcerous fit of hard tool, hot twat and cool water system. I pumped her, aiming for the back of her, but holding her ass carefully in my hired hand to advance her above the cementum open of the steps, not wanting to braise her beautiful back. She surrounded my neck with her weapons system, buried her tongue in my backtalk, and swing herself into me, absorbing my distance with every thrust.

We were fucking up a violent storm. She moaned when I slipped my midway finger into her ass for a better handgrip, and I felt the hot, unfluctuating force per unit area of her asshole. I wiggled my finger deeper inside her and she squinched her ass in reply.

Her left hand moved down to my ass and I felt her finger slide in. We were then both totally entered into each other, tool, natural language, fingers, and we banged with wildness, loving each other as the storm raged above us.

Beneath a piercing pass of hell dust I came, and with multiple projection released my come into Connie. We stayed inside of us, fingers, tongues and cock, fondling, and molded together as the storm gradually subsided.

"Let's go into the house,"Connie said after a few minutes."I have another job for my handyman."

"You do ?"I asked.

"Yes. In my bedroom."
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"I want to take in you,"Connie said.

The violent storm had finally abated into a gentler, steady rain, and we had toweled off and were in her bed, our bodies enwrapped. Babs was correctly beside us, looking the other way.

"My English teacher gives bump chore ?"I said."Dreams come true !"

"Hard to believe, I know ! It's been a while, so I hope it's worth it,"she said, and went down.

It felt like a dream. She immediately took most of me into her sassing and I massaged her scalp with my fingers, pulling her chief close and relief as much cock into her mouth as I could. I arched my vertebral column and gently swayed my groin in an effort to feel as much of her mouth as I could. She milked my balls with one hand and squeezed my ass impertinence with the other, coaxing, her rima oris, hired hand and my hard rock cock working in unison like an oiled machine.

For someone who claimed to be rusty, she could have fooled me. She used her mouth masterfully, her embouchure firmly cushioning my swollen instrument, blowing me like a virtuosic windplayer, giving principal with the same Passion of Christ she had shown when teaching the classics. She said it had been a while, and she was definitely enjoying having cock in her mouth.

Soon her body was atop mine and as she rammed her tongue into my mouth she fed my slimy dick into her wet pussy. Up and down on top of me she went, in and out, fucking me, and the elbow room filled with the sounds of our groans, the creaking bed and the wet slapping of our genitals. My one-time lover fucked like a goddess.

"God, I needed this !"Connie said when she took her mouth off mine, still fucking."The whole long dozen miles this forenoon, I was thinking about this !"

She let out a high-pitched ‘ Oh God ! ’, and I felt her warm, wet boot flowing out of her, soaking my balls and second joint. I rolled on top of her as she shrieked and I pounded my meat into her, time after prison term until I felt my cum rise up and trebuchet into her, spasm after cramp. When our throes abated we lay together, cuddling, and feeling our torso meld.

We must bear nodded off for a sentence after a half-marathon run and our muscular sex, and when my optic opened she was smiling at me. I kissed her.

"Hold me,"she said."I want to feel your coat of arms around me."

I scooted near and she turned her back and I was behind her, arms wrapped around and spooning her. Soon my hands were wandering over her mingy, sonsy flesh and my mouth was traversing her ears and neck and shoulders. She cooed with my kisses and my cock grew hard again against the crevice of her ass. I felt her arm wrap back around her consistence and her hand found my cock. Her weight shifted slightly and her legs spread just enough so that she could conduct me into her warm, unresolved bit. My right hired man found her clit, and her fingers joined mine, directing, teaching me how she liked it. Her hand on top of mine, we massaged her enlarged have it off button together, her yearning and my acquisition, as I fucked her from arse.

We slow-fucked for a few moment as I kissed her neck and whispered dirty nothings in her ear. Then we both came once more, less cacophonic than our previous orgasm, but by then we both realized that our eubstance were spent, from running, from fucking, and from not having eaten anything.

We showered and then Connie drove me home so I could put on some clothes and then we went out to a pub for a late luncheon of sandwiches and a few beers. Now that we were lovers there was no tension and conversation flowed promiscuous and was entire of gag and intimate innuendo and the affair we were going to do to each other in bed. After our second pitcher she leaned over and said to me softly that she wanted to go home because she wanted to go down on me again and she wanted me to come in her mouth.

I spent the rest of the weekend with her and most of it was spent making sexual love in various ways. Connie was insatiable.
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Our dearest biography took on a act : Monday through Friday was work, her with her students, teaching and grading written document, and me with my job. During the week we'd talk on the earphone, usually about that week's running and how hornlike we were and how we were going to rupture each other up that future weekend. The weekends would let in our long Sat morning run and then two days of sucking rooster, eating pussy, and finding new ways to fuck. And new places ! I fucked her in the pool, in the hot tub, in the shower, on the flooring, on the kitchen counter. Connie was very uninhibited sexually, a pleasant surprise and not what I would have expected from my old English instructor. She had a colourful vocabulary too, although many of her discussion were not ones she used in class.

The first couple weekends we were so thirsty for each other we had to fuck before we went on the run, but then of course of instruction our pegleg were shot and we didn't flavor like running, although we forced ourselves. We knew we would fuck some more when we were done, so that helped motivate us.

Each weekend we'd pack our long run, 15 then 17 then 19, then 20 naut mi, make love all afternoon and then go out to dinner. At first Connie was a piddling self-aware going out because she thought mass would think she's my female parent or something. I said ‘ buncombe ’, you look at least ten years younger and your torso is killer whale, we'll just kiss or hold a deal every now and then and masses will get the message. And then maybe I won't have to worry about early younger guys hitting on you.
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The weekend of the marathon finally arrived. We drove to the slipstream on Friday, the night before the race and had reserved a room in a hotel not too far from the starting railway line. We had alimentary paste and beer for dinner…the end of our three day carbo-load…and tried to get to bed early but sleep would not come. I performed Connie-lingus and fucked her hard to aid us get to sleep.

In the morning we were up other and off to the races. We left our stuff and nonsense in the room because we had booked two nights. Hopefully Saturday Nox would be a solemnisation !

The weather was almost idealistic for a Marathon. Partly cloudy, temperature in the mid-50's and only a thin breeze. right wing before the starting gun we kissed, and were off.

We ran side by side for the first few miles, then I said I needed to pick up my pace. She said no problem, let's go. I did, and she stayed with me. I warned her to withdraw it soft and told her about my 1st endurance contest, when I had felt cracking at five miles, pushed my pace and paid the price at about 22 miles, when I hit the wall and the last four miles felt like forty, pure hell.

We ran together. ho-hum than I wanted, perhaps straightaway than Connie opt, but we finished together, hand in helping hand.

Three hours and forty-two minutes, XVI seconds. We were ecstatic. For Connie to run such a serious time on her low gear marathon was incredible to me. We went out for beer and pizza and then hurried back to our way and jumped into bed. We sixty-nined ourselves into ferocious orgasms and both swallowed a load of cum. We were tired of course, and had no problem drifting off to sleep.

I was awakened at about four o'clock by Connie stroking my erecting. My centre opened to see her expression close and she was staring at me. We were lying on our sides, face to case, and we kissed. Connie maneuvered her trunk closer and slipped my plastered rod into her wet and ready love glove.

"I need you again !"she said softly.

With my cock safely imbedded in her warm twat, I rammed my finger up her ass for the salutary possible clasp and plunged my tongue into her mouth. On our sides we rocked back and forth, reaching again for the ultimate culmination. She rolled on her back and pulled me on top. We both broke into sweats, and amid shout of rapture we fucked ourselves closer and closer to our euphoric conclusion.

Afterward, with my cock still inside her, Connie squeezed it with the muscles of her twat.

"I'm meaning,"she said softly.

I damn near fell out of the bed. My eyes must have looked like dish antenna. She smiled at me.

"I swallowed knockout and asked,"You're what ?"

"Pregnant. I've known for a week or so but I wanted to wait until after the race to tell you."

There was a disconnected silence for a forgetful clock time. I had no approximation what to say.

"Am I the father ?"I asked.

Dumb interrogation. She smacked me upside my mind with a spare pillow, but she still had a grinning on her face.

"I'll make-believe you didn't ask that question !"she said. She wrapped her hand around my cock."And this penis is the only if one I've been close to in a hanker time !"she added.

"How…"

"It must have happened that first weekend,"she said."The week I went to the orientation I decided I was going to have sex with you. I got back on parturition control right away. But I must experience messed up somehow."

"How do you find about it ?"I asked.

"commodity,"she said."I was shocked at first, but I'm okey with it. We're going to stimulate a infant ! How about you, Will ?"

"Wow, scary,"I said."I don't know what to say. I'm in shock, I guess."

"Any questions ?"she asked, with my cock still in her hand.

"Uh, I'm sure there will be…"

"We can still own sex. The physician said it was okay."

"Well, that's good. You're such a neat fuck I'd have a hard metre giving that up !"

She laughed and said,"We don't have to. You just need to get a phallus reduction."

"A what ? !"

"A member diminution. It's a simpleton outpatient operation ; you just need to take off a couple of inch. You know, for safety device. I set you an appointment for next Thursday."

I must sustain had a petrified look on my face. Connie burst out laughing and it was my play to smack her with the pillow.

"I'm going to punish you for that !"I said."That was cruel !"We were both laughing.

"Oh really ? What kind of penalisation ?"

"I'm going to butt-fuck you."

"Oh, promises, promises."

I spent the adjacent few bit caressing and kissing her stomach. Soon my oral fissure was sucking her delicious clitoris.

I told her I loved her. She said she loved me. We made jazz again.
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I practically moved in with her. We slept together every night. I coddled her. I massaged her. I kissed her still-flat belly. We made love often, but I took it well-off and went slow. I was afraid. I didn't want to give way anything.

My creative thinker was a blur. Every day was a blur. What was happening ? My mind raced with questions and doubts. Was I up for this ? What sort of founder would I be ? Should we get married ? Am I fix to get married ? If we did, how could I be a stepfather to a girl I used to fuck ? Can I handle this ?

I was in love and scared shitless.
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Thanksgiving was upon us. Connie insisted on cooking a big meal, but I told her no, she's pregnant, she has to take it wanton. She said no way, she's only a twosome of month, and she wants to do it, and besides, Helen is coming home for the holiday. She said that Helen could only get a few Day off for one holiday, Thanksgiving or Yuletide. But since so many of the very spiritual local anaesthetic in Confederate States of America America wanted off at Christmas, Helen would have to work, and she would be coming home for Thanksgiving.

Connie had mentioned a couple of meter about how we should break the news of our relationship to Helen of Troy. Now with her pregnancy, it had blossomed into an even more nerve-wracking event.

Helen of Troy was flying in on Wednesday Nox. Connie thought it best that she pick up Helen at the airport by herself, take her habitation, catch up, and she could tell her about our training, the race, and our relationship. And I would come over for Thanksgiving dinner party and we would secern her the rest together.
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Helen's trajectory was hours belated, she finally landed after midnight. Helen of Troy was burned out and she and Connie didn't have much meter to catch up. They went to bed and slept late ; when they awoke, they attacked the job of spread preparation together.

I arrived at about three p.m. When Connie opened the room access she gave me a barely noticeable headshake, telling me she hadn't told Helen anything. Okay, here we go, I thought.

In the kitchen Helen said hello, and embraced me warmly. She kissed me on the lips.

"Glad you're here,"she said.

We had a big dinner, and it was a savoury feast. Beautifully cooked, maximally ingested, and we cleaned up as a team.
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We had drink afterward. We were seated by the pool.

"Helen, I have to tell you something,"Connie said.

"All right, what ?"Helen said coldly. She didn't look at me.

"It's about Will…"

"You're fucking him, aren't you…"

"No ! Well yes. We trained for weeks for the marathon…we fell in love…"

"hide in love, oh give me a fault !"Helen croaked.

"We did…"

"Oh, please…"

"It just happened !"I interjected.

There was a pregnant pause of a few moments.

"It just happened ?"

"Yes,"I said.

There was another farsighted silence.

"I'm meaning,"Connie said softly.

Helen's student dilated and her eyelids peeled back."You're pregnant ? Oh my God, who's the Father of the Church ?"

"Well, Will of course of study !"Connie said.

"Oh no, you are meaning with Will's baby ?"

"Yes."

Helen burst into irrepressible tears and sobbed for a satisfying second. We were helpless. Finally the weeping subsided enough for Connie to mouth to her.

"Honey, what's the topic ?"she said.

"You're pregnant with will's child,"Helen said.

"Yes."

Another violent tempest of tears flowed from Helen's eyes.

"So am I !"Helen cried, along with her screaming of pain.

Connie turned her headland and stared at me. Her eyes were confused cold-blooded daggers.

"Oh shit !"I thought to myself. The simple life I'd been living had just officially suit very complicated.
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The end