Keeping the Books - 5

by:	Marianne Wright

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Rating: R	Add Review   Read Reviews, Last Review 06/10/07 (1)	Added: 06/10/2007
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Synopsis:	Jeremy leaves his job to becomer Carol and work for his uncle. Secure in his feminine persona Jeremy develops as Carol and falls in love.
Categories:	Crossdressing / TV  Seasonal
Keywords:	Autobiographical

The morning went by slowly. I paid a few bills. I sent an e-mail to the Martins. Then I talked with Annette who called while they were having breakfast. I answered some telephone calls. It was a quiet time and by 1:00 I had nothing left to do. I made some lunch and went back to the Martins to watch a DVD on their big screen TV.

Chuck called during the middle of the movie so I put it on pause and while Michael Caine looked at me with a frozen smile Chuck and I repeated the call of the previous evening.

Emily came by as the movie was finishing and we talked for a while about our Christmases and then she went to work getting the house ready for the Martins return then next day. I went back to my apartment, changed and went for a long walk. As I came back flakes of snow were starting to fall and I stood in front of the house in the dying light and watched them. My phone vibrated again and my sister and I talked for a bit. Finally chilled but happy I went back to my place and grabbing some frozen crab cakes popped them in the microwave and settled down for a lazy, girl's night alone.

The Martin's came back wind burned and happy. Christine pulled me aside to tell me about a neat guy she had met. Annette told me about seeing a Golden Eagle. Uncle Peter asked me about the bills. Life got back to normal. Chuck and I discussed me coming down to the city the day before New Years and staying over at his place and then spending New Years Eve with Jan and Sid. Jeanne came home complaining about the waits in airports. Claire appeared from nowhere looking refreshed and tired at the same time.

The next day I spent a lot of time with Annette getting the bills paid and correspondence taken care of. While we worked she asked questions about me and Chuck and I ducked them as much as possible. It was hard because these were not questions of curiosity but rather of concern. In the end I caught something extra in her tone and pushed back, asking why I was being grilled.

Annette seemed a little put aback and then smiled ruefully. "Peter really likes your Chuck. At the same time he is having a real problem with you and Chuck because he still thinks of you as Jeremy. He also thinks of you almost as another child. He wanted more children but we couldn't have any. So he really is beating himself up. On one hand he doesn't feel comfortable with homosexuality though I wouldn't call him homophobic. On the other hand he wants the best for you and likes Chuck. I know you've said that you are saving up for the surgery and other medical costs that may come up in a year, but if you are really in love and that is what it takes for you and Chuck to get married we want to help."

I felt choked up listening to Annette.

"Thanks Annette. Would it help if Chuck and I were a bit less visible around here?"

"No. Let Peter and me work that out. Just understand if he seems distant on occasion."

"OK. You know I said I wouldn't need help because I was saving up."

"Yes, you said that to me. I don't know how true it is. Come to me if you need help. I mean it."

Later that evening I wrote a long e-mail to my parents. I told them about Chuck hinting that our relationship had gone beyond just friendship. I stated that I really wanted to visit them and that we had to sit down and talk about Carol Baker and how she fit in the family. I thanked them for the presents and ended by telling them how much I loved them.

Chuck sent a brief e-mail primarily to tell me how much work he had to do. I responded with my love and a promise not to bother him for a whole day. I also promised to drive him nuts, throw him down on the bed and ravish him the next time we were alone.

I sat in the apartment dreaming of Chuck and decided to engage in an ongoing fantasy. I undressed and showered and then from a bottom drawer pulled out what appeared to be three scraps of blue and white cloth. Sitting on my bed I pulled on the bikini bottoms and tucked myself in as well as I could. Then I pulled the bikini top over my head and stood up and looked in the mirror.

I called this my "promise suit". About a year ago, when I started to see the first effects of the hormones, I purchased this bathing suit over the internet. I promised myself that someday I would be able to wear it on a public beach. I looked at myself. From the crotch up it looked good. My stomach was firm, my hips looked good and the cut of the top was the right size and shape for my breasts. The dark blue with random white lines complimented my complexion and hair.

Looking down I saw that I'd have to trim my pubic hair if I did not want to look too European, but the real problem was that I could see the bulge of my pressed back penis and scrotum. No bathing suit, that didn't have trunks or a skirt on the bottom, would hide what I had. I looked up and ignored my faults and dreamed of wearing the suit.

I dreamed of being on a beach somewhere warm. I have always wanted to go to Aruba. I dreamed of warm breezes and tropical drinks and men looking at me. I dreamed of swimming in warm ocean water. I dreamed of going there with Chuck. We could snorkel and try the casino and go for a sunset sail. We could spend a lot of time in bed and he would bury himself deep inside of me.

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes as one hand pushed under the top and played with my breasts. I thought of Chuck's hands and lips and tongue playing there instead and thought of him pulling off the bikini bottom and pushing a hand between my legs.

I started to feel dizzy from the emotions and sat down on my bed. Then I took the third piece of cloth, a transparent blue wrap and put it around my waist and danced about the apartment feeling my small breasts jiggle against the fabric of the top. I felt my penis rise a bit and press outward trying to be free.

In the past I would have cursed my penis for intruding but now I knew that Chuck and I were "coping". I wanted to be rid of the ugly appendage but I could wait. In time I would be less than I was and yet more complete than ever.

I turned in circles and the wrap swung against my legs. I extended my arms out and pretended I could hear waves on a beach and people laughing. I indulged myself in a fantasy of Carol Baker being able to walk free in the world, seen as a woman. After a bit I sat in my armchair closed my eyes and just dreamed of a honeymoon.

At that I sat up straight and shook my head. "Wake up girl. You don't even know if Chuck is the man, or if you are the right woman for him, or if he wants to get married."

I looked straight ahead and gave myself a lecture on putting the cart before the horse but when I was done I smiled and said "but Chuck is the man. He really is."

Annette, Uncle Peter and I sat down on the 29th and wrote out the last donation checks. We discussed what the next year would look like financially. We discussed renovations to the main house, Claire's and Jeanne's cottage and the tennis court. We added the cost of replacing Uncle Peter's five year old Cadillac and looked at the special accounts to cover Christine's tuition. Then we slammed the books shut and had a drink. They told me how pleased they were with the work I was doing and I told them, for the tenth time, how happy I was working for them and living in Westchester. Because I was heading into New York the next afternoon we wished each other Happy New Years.

That next morning I packed for the drive into the city. My previous trips in had required quick packing for an overnight. Now I really had to plan. I laid out some clothes to wear driving in and then sat down to think. I would need something to wear while spending time in New York for two days. I also needed clothes to wear to Jan's for their small party (Jan, Sid, Chuck, I and one other couple). I needed PJs to wear to bed (so that Chuck could take them off me). It looked like I needed more than just my overnight bag.

I wandered over to the Martin's who were packing to leave for a few days and borrowed a garment bag from Uncle Peter. Annette and I talked a bit about what they were going to do (a few days with friends in Connecticut) and then I got back down to work.

I was going to wear the same outfit I wore for the Christmas party so I laid out the velvet pants, the top, the black gaff and the foam bust enhancers. I also put out a nice pair of jeans and my dark green sweater. A nice flannel shirt went on the bed as well. A floppy felt hat would do for the weekend though my ears might get a little cold. Ankle boots were for the drive in and walking in the city and my black heels were for the party. I took out a small clutch purse for the party and my shoulder bag for the city. Then I had to think about the nights.

I had to assume we might get a bit messy so I put the blue night shirt and panties out, as well as some red PJs. After that it was just a matter of tossing some panties, another gaff, two bras and an assortment of pantyhose and socks on the bed. I packed my makeup into its bag, threw some toiletries in, and then at the last moment grabbed my kimono robe as well.

Fortunately the garment bag was spacious because while I was packing I threw in another skirt and a blouse in case we went out for dinner, and then another blouse, and finally a vest.

For the ride in I dressed for comfort with my favorite pair of corduroys and a turtle neck. Thinking about Chuck I put on one of the DKNY brassieres which gave me that little extra lift. I didn't need a gaff so pair of white lace control panties took care of my bottom. Thinking about my bottom I grabbed the lubricant from the bedside table drawer and put it into my handbag. I thought for a moment more and grabbed an enema kit and tossed that in as well.

"It's like I'm packing for a week's vacation" I grumbled as I felt the weight of the bag. "Oh well, better to be prepared." I loaded the bag into the car and then went upstairs to get a light lunch.

Then I walked about the apartment for a bit to see if there was anything else to bring. Only the kitchen sink was left to pack but I drew the line at that and locking the door behind me got in the car and drove to the city.

A hint; Unless you are willing to pay for parking, don't drive a car into New York City. And if you are going to pay for parking get used to the idea of some grubby man looking you up and down with no subtlety at all while you get your bags out of the car. Hint done.

I hauled my bag to Chuck's apartment and rang the bell. I expected to grab him with a big hug and a kiss when he answered and was starting to move forward when I sensed the presence of a third party. I gave Chuck a peck on the cheek and looked over his shoulder. An older man was getting up from his chair. Chuck gave me a hug and taking my hand led me into his apartment.

"Professor Morton this is Carol. Carol, Professor Morton teaches at Columbia."

We made our introductions and then the professor and Chuck talked for a few minutes more in quiet tones. Then he made his goodbyes and wishing us a Happy New Year took his coat and left.

"What's up Chuck?"

"Nothing really. Morton's a good guy and connected me with the publishing house. We were talking about my possibilities there while walking so he came up for some coffee. He thinks I should concentrate on litigation and intellectual property law but I'm not sure. Give me a kiss."

I walked over and wrapped my arms around Chuck and gave him a big kiss. He responded and with our lips locked I started to push him toward the couch. The back of his knees hit the couch and I kept pushing until he sat down. I straddled his legs and sat down myself, never letting loose of his kiss, and we sat there locked together.

Chuck slowly eased me off of his lap and we lay crushed together on the couch. Chuck's back was pressed against the cushions and I hung on to him to make sure I didn't fall off. It seemed to go on forever but finally we parted and I almost expected to hear a popping noise we had kissed so hard.

"I missed you so much. All the time I was in Virginia I kept thinking about being there with you."

"I missed you too love."

"I told my family about you but not about Jeremy. They're thrilled, though I know they are hoping I'll marry a good Catholic. The fact that you go to church most Sundays pleases them."

"I missed you Chuck."

"You said that."

He put a hand behind my head and pulled me into another kiss. We locked like that for a bit. Then a need for comfort took over and we moved to the rug. Chuck lay on his back and I lay next to him with my head snuggled on his chest.

"I went to some nice parties and met some people you'd enjoy."

"Uh huh."

We made comments back and forth snuggling closer and closer. Finally Chuck moaned.

"Oh the hell with this." and he rolled on top of me and kissed me again. I scrambled madly to get the pen out of his shirt pocket. When that was done I wrapped my arms around him and spread my knees and we lay like that kissing and dry humping in a frenzy. I managed to pull Chuck's shirt over his head and he pushed my turtleneck up far enough to get his hands underneath.

The underwire in the bra defeated him and he gave up and put his hands on top of the cups and massaged me through the fabric.

"Oh Chuck, Oh Chuck" I said and slipping a hand between us undid his belt and button. Then I slipped my hand down the back of his pants and we rolled on our sides and kissed and stroked. I felt dizzy from the eroticism of the moment and Chuck stopped talking and was just making odd noises over his rapid breaths.

Chuck pulled off of me and stood up. He reached down and taking my hands pulled me up and led me into the bedroom. I noticed how clean the place looked and saw that the bed had a cover on it which was new. We were too excited to undress each other and sitting side by side stripped as rapidly as we could.

Then we pressed our flesh together and kissed again falling sideways onto the bed with our feet hanging over the edge. We rolled and tussled and when Chuck eased down and pulled a nipple into his mouth and I almost screamed. I held his head against me and felt the suction of his cheeks and his tongue moving side to side and around and around.

Chuck got up for a moment and pulled the cover and blankets back. We sat side by side for a moment catching our breath and then simultaneously told each other again how much we missed the other. I let my hand drift down and held his erection. Chuck wrapped an arm around me and pinched a nipple.

Then he pulled me over and we pressed face to face. His hand slid between us and started to stroke my penis and I reached in and grabbed his. We moved back and forth and side to side occasionally telling the other to wait and catching our breath. Finally I could take it no more and shouting "Chuck yes" began to move in and out of his grasp with greater and greater force.

Chuck responded and we exploded into each other, grabbing shoulders, biting ears and pressing so close together it seemed remarkable that our hands could fit between us.

Hot, sticky, panting and fulfilled we lay face to face. Occasionally one or the other would plant a kiss on the cheek or the nose. I opened my eyes that I had kept shut the whole time and looked at Chuck's dreamy smile.

"Ok lover, what do you have planned for the rest of the day?"

Chuck laughed. "Actually this wasn't what I had planned. You started it."

"How?"

"Well you walked in here and that's bad enough. Then you pushed me onto the couch. I think you're the one with plans."

"I haven't heard you complaining."

Chuck just kissed me again and then we got up and went into the bathroom to slowly wipe each other down with warm washcloths. It was too enjoyable to rush and we were both very clean by the time I said I was getting chilly. I pulled my robe out of the bag and while Chuck dressed I hung up the bag in his closet and took out things like the makeup bag and the toiletries.

"Setting up shop?"

"Just a little."

"Good. I like that."

Chuck came up behind me and wrapped his arms about me and kissed me on the back of the head.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"You like what we did? I mean, well… it is just that you weren't as stiff I mean as erect. So…"

"It's OK Chuck." I kissed him and went back to sorting through my stuff.

"It is just that the hormones I am taking have affected me that way. I'm never as erect as I used to be and sometimes even less so. But I love what we did and I think you could tell I was definitely aroused."

"Yeah I got that impression. I just wondered."

Chuck and I discussed what to do for the rest of the day and quickly dressing and grabbing our coats went to a gallery to look at an exhibit of photographs and etchings. One of Chuck's acquaintances had some works in the show and we agreed privately that she would probably be a better lawyer than an artist. By then it was getting late and we walked the streets looking at small restaurants until deciding to eat at a Middle Eastern place near the University.

As soon as we walked in a couple sitting at a table waved at us and Chuck and I walked over. We did the introductions and as they had just sat down we decided to eat together. It was a pleasant meal and I enjoyed having a conversation with people of my own age. We discussed classes and I talked about starting up again in the summer. I still didn't know what I wanted to pursue just that it would involve finance.

The meal over, the four of us wandered together and stopped to get ice cream even though the temperature was below freezing. We sat around a little marble table and I watched as the other couple played the little games that Chuck and I were starting to play as well. It was nearly 9:00 when we parted ways and Chuck and I, arm in arm, walked home.

After showering we sat in our robes on the couch and watched the news. Chuck leaned back and spoke.

"Carl and Emma are a nice couple."

"Yes, I like them."

"I think of us a couple Carol. More than lovers, we are friends."

"I know."

"A while back you said you were glad we hadn't gotten together like this in college. Why?"

I tried to put my thoughts together before speaking. It was more a feeling than something logical.

"I know what I want now. I wasn't sure who I wanted, but I'm glad it's you. In college I was a confused bunch of hormones. Now I can be aroused, I can be passionate, I can lose control but it's because it's part of the person I know I am supposed to be."

"I wish we had talked more before I left Teneris. I needed someone to talk to and so did you. Maybe though this is better, it is as if you met someone brand new, and didn't watch the slow transformation from Jeremy to Carol."

The news droned on and on and we sat not watching it, just leaning against each other.

"I've said it before, but I love you Carol."

I just snuggled in closer.

In time we went to bed. I wore my PJs and Chuck slipped on a pair of jogging shorts.

"Do you always wear shorts to bed?"

"No, just when I'm sleeping somewhere else. Do you always wear something to bed?"

"Yes."

Chuck took his shorts off and dropped them beside the bed. I turned off the lights. We kissed and lay side by side. Our hands would touch from time to time and after a while Chuck rolled on his side and I could hear his breathing change. I lay with my eyes open in the dark room. Lights from the street played on the ceiling and the ever present city noises came through the window.

"Dear God. This is Carol. I'm so happy. Please, please don't let this end. Thank you for what you have given me. Thank you for a second chance. Thank you for helping Chuck accept me as Carol. I stand before, OK I lie before you, and if what we are doing is a sin, please forgive us. I know there is lust involved but dear God we are in love. Please bless us as a couple and keep us…"

Somewhere through my prayer I drifted off and woke up to find myself on my stomach with Chuck's arm thrown across my back. I craned my neck. It couldn't be 8:00 already! I squirmed out from under his arm and the blankets and went to the bathroom. I peed and washed up and rinsed out my mouth. Then I went back to the bedroom. Chuck was sitting up in bed.

"Did you sleep well?"

I told him I had and wondered at how well I did sleep with Chuck. There was a feeling of warmth and protection.

I played around with Chuck's coffee maker while he used the bathroom. When he was done he came out in shorts and a t-shirt and pushed up behind me and hugged me with his arms around my stomach. I pushed back into him and we rubbed for a bit.

Over breakfast we discussed whether to go to the Museum of Natural History or the Metropolitan. Chuck suggested the Museum of Sex and I protested there was no such thing. We went to the web and sure enough there is a Museum of Sex on 27th Street. It was tempting but we decided instead to go to the fire department museum in Soho.

The museum was interesting but also sobering because there exhibits about the World Trade Center disasters. We spent some time there and then had lunch at a small restaurant and did a little shopping. After a while we took the A train back up.

My feet were tired from the walking and it was nice to sit with my boots off and my legs up. Chuck asked me what I wanted to drink and he brought me a glass of water with some ice. As Chuck looked over the mail I went onto his computer and checked my e-mails. We kept an eye on the clock because we had to leave by 6:15 to go to Jan's place. It was a nice quiet way to end an afternoon.

I got up after a while and over Chuck's protestations cleaned up in the kitchen. Chuck said he was taking a shower and I tidied a bit here and there until he was done. Then I took my turn and came out with a towel wrapped around me.

Chuck looked at me and actually giggled.

"What?"

"The towel's not quite long enough."

I looked down and indeed a little bit of my penis could be seen below the towel. I dropped the towel and tied it below my waist and with my little breasts exposed pretended to do a hula dance in front of Chuck.

"Not now you tease. I have to get dressed. Don't distract me."

I walked over and gave him a kiss on the nose and skipping away from his arms went to take my clothes from the closet. Out if the corner of my eye I watched Chuck as I dressed. He was certainly paying attention me. It fascinated him to watch aspects of Jeremy disappear so I spent a little extra time getting into the gaff and tucking the foam enhancers into my brassiere.

Chuck wore a nice pair of gray slacks, a business shirt but no tie and a blazer. He asked if I thought he needed a tie but I told him no. Then I stepped into the bathroom and put on my makeup, fixed my hair and added some drop earrings, a gold chain and a bit of perfume.

"Voila." I stood in front of Chuck and turned around on my toes. "You've seen it before, but how does it look?"

"You're beautiful."

"That's not what I asked but it will do."

I began transferring things from my shoulder bag to the clutch and Chuck watched as I dropped in a folding comb, my wallet, some tissues, a lipstick, my PDA and cell phone and finally two pads and a tampon.

"Why do you carry those?"

"What, oh these. Well what if some woman asks if I have extra supplies. I can loan her some. What if you and I sneak into a corner and have sex, I might need a pad later. OK, stop blushing. It is also because that is what women carry in their bag, so I carry it in mine. Are you ready to go?"

Chuck just shook his head and then said he was ready. We got our coats and hats. I wrapped my new scarf around my neck and we walked to the garage. Even though the garage said "24 Hour Access", I double checked to make sure that we could get in and park very late. Then it was down to the tunnel and over to New Jersey.

It was odd being back in New Jersey. I had moved away in September and had not been back since then. It hadn't been that long ago and yet it seemed years and another life behind. I greeted familiar sights as I drove by as if I was a long absent emigrant returning to the place of her birth. Chuck said little and just allowed me to drive and talk. Occasionally he would touch my thigh or I would reach out and we would hold hands for a moment.

We timed it correctly and arrived at Jan's townhouse about 7:00. Sid's pickup was in the driveway and we discussed whether Sid was going to ever move in while we walked to the door.

Jan opened the door for us kissed Chuck on the cheek and gave me a hug. Sid waved from the corner where he was uncorking a bottle of wine and then came over and shook Chuck's hand and awkwardly accepted a kiss on the cheek from me. Jan was dressed nicely in a simple red dress with black pin dots. Sid on the other hand had gone all out and was in a conservative suit. He wore a purple and black tie with a small crest on it and his hair, which usually was combed into a punk crest was neatly parted.

"New look Sid?" I asked.

He smiled shyly as if caught doing something naughty. "No, I ended up staying late at the academy and this is how I dress when I teach. There I am Mr. Bornstein and the only odd thing about me is the wild truck I drive. I guess I should take of my tie and coat and stay awhile."

We all laughed and Sid went to hang his coat up. Jan edged up to me and whispered "Sid's OK. He just is more conservative than his out-of-school image would suggest. He'll ease up. I wouldn't kiss him again though."

"Oh sorry."

"No bother. Give me a hand in the kitchen, OK."

We went into the kitchen and started a relay of dishes from the stove, fridge and counter top, to various surfaces in the main room. As we were working the other couple came in and Chuck and I were introduced to May and Tom Larkin. The food was eaten and wine was drunk. Knowing my capacity and the fact that I had to drive later I limited myself.

The Larkins were wonderful people and Chuck and Tom hit it off immediately. May seemed a bit cold at the beginning but as the evening wore on she loosened up as well. After dinner was cleared we played charades, something I had not done since camp but it seemed that among the faculty at Sid's school it was a favorite amusement.

Part way through the game it became my turn and I drew a piece of paper from the hat which said "a favorite movie". I thought for a bit and then decided to act out All of Me. I thought about choosing Brokeback Mountain just to watch Chuck's face but decided to play it fair.

I had shown them the third word "me" and was trying to act out the concept of all when May shouted "All of Me" and everybody cheered. Then I sat down to try and guess Sid's charade which turned out to be The Owl and the Pussycat. Sid makes a wonderful owl.

We were laughing and joking when Tom reminded us that it was almost midnight. Sid passed out some fancy glasses and Chuck opened the champagne. We turned on the TV and as the ball fell everybody shouted Happy New Year. I kissed Chuck and hugged Jan. Sid actually gave me a hug though it was restrained and Tom and May were entwined so nobody got a chance to hug or kiss them.

When they finally broke their hug Jan started applauding and we all joined in and everybody laughed. Then Sid gave a toast for health and happiness, Chuck responded with a wish for prosperity and everybody accused him of thinking too much like a lawyer.

We grew quieter as we talked about the coming year. Sid and Jan explained that Sid would be moving in come the spring and Chuck talked about his concerns about passing the Bar exams. Then May and Tom announced that May was pregnant and we all congratulated them and wished them the best.

In the back of my mind I felt envy and longing. May could have kids if she wanted. I did not know if I wanted children. I knew I wanted to be able to bear them. Then I thought about how much wine May had drunk that evening but it wasn't my place to lecture her about prenatal health.

Chuck caught my eye and tapped his watch. It was almost 1:00 and we had to drive back. We turned down the offer to sleep in the extra bedroom and made our goodbyes. Tom and Chuck made sure they had each other's phone numbers and e-mails. I thanked Jan and Sid for having us over.

Outside in the cold air Chuck gave me a hug. We stood side by side and looked at the night sky.

"Happy New Year love."

"It seems so strange. In August I was going to tell Personnel about living as a woman. Then the Martins offered me a job. Then you and I got together. And suddenly it is 2006 and I am Carol Baker, going to parties with her lover."

Chuck leaned over and kissed me. Then he led me to the car and opened the door for me. "Are you alright to drive?"

I told him I was fine and he walked around and got in the passenger seat. I started up the car and waited a moment for the defroster to clear the bit of fog on the window.

"I am really happy Chuck. Thank you."

Chuck smiled, put his hand on mine, "home James."

And we drove back to New York.



Chapter 19: Bright Lights

When we got back to Chuck's apartment it was almost 2:00 am and we stumbled around, undressing, brushing teeth, kissing in passing and finally fell into bed. Chuck was naked and I had on the red PJs from the night before. We kissed a bit more and then exhausted by a long day fell asleep facing each other.

I woke up from a pleasant dream to find Chuck laying on his side facing me. He had undone one button and his left hand was inside the pajama top lightly stroking a breast. I just lay there enjoying the feeling.

"Good morning Carol."

"What time is it?"

"Oh it's about eight thirty. I'm not sure."

I could tell I had morning breath so I kissed him on the forehead and rolled out of bed. I peed and brushed my teeth. As I was brushing Chuck knocked on the door and came in and washed out his mouth as well.

After we had washed up Chuck pushed me against the wall of the bathroom and gave me a kiss. One of his hands slipped under the pajama top and found a breast to play with. The other hand slipped down the back and fondled my backside. I pushed into him feeling his erection.

His hand slipped deeper into my crack and our groins pushed together in a slow bump and grind. His fingers spread my buttocks and I could feel him trying to reach my anus. I started to get the idea and pushing him away told him to give me a moment to finish washing up and I'd be back to bed in a jiffy.

I went into the bathroom and hung my pajama bottoms on the door. I pulled the enema kit out of my bag, opened the box and sat back on the toilet. Slowly I inserted the tip and squeezed the container. Holding the fluid in for a little while I then relaxed and let it gush back into the bowl. I wiped, I waited, voided a bit more and then I stood up and using tissues and a cloth cleaned myself thoroughly. Then I took some lubricant and made sure I was as slick as I could be.

Chuck was on the bed pretending to read and in fact his erection had gone down. I walked in and planted myself next to him and ran my hand up his chest getting it tangled in his hair.

"You need to use conditioner" I joked.

I leaned over and nuzzled in his chest hair and he wrapped his arms around me. I lay on top of him with my face in his chest and kissed one of his nipples. Then I propped myself on my arms.

"We can stop now and have some breakfast."

Chuck pretended to roll away from me "do we have any bacon?"

I pulled him back over and climbed on top and gave him a fierce hug. I felt my breasts press against the cloth of the pajama tops. I pushed myself up on my knees straddling Chuck's hips and looking down on him licked my lips and unbuttoned the top and tossed it to the side.

I leaned forward and placed my hands on Chuck's chest and rocked back and forth. His hands cupped my breasts and I felt an electric shock travel from my nipples, through my stomach to my groin. I shivered and heard Chuck laugh.

"What?"

"I like to make you jump and I like the funny noises you make."

"Oh torture me will you."

Chuck just pulled me into a kiss and we rocked back and forth. I slid down until my head lay on his stomach and looked at his erect penis. I held his balls in my hand and placed little pecking kisses on the shaft and head. Chuck stiffened and I waited and then played a bit more.

"I can torture you just as much lover" I said.

Then I slipped off my panties and swiveling around straddled Chuck again.

Our penis pressed against each other and I rubbed up and down until I felt Chuck start to shudder. I reached down and grabbed his shaft firmly and held very still. Chuck was gritting his teeth.

"I like the funny noises you make too." I leaned forward and kissed his nose. Leaning back I raised myself on my knees. I reached around and took Chuck's penis in my hand and guided it between my cheeks. Spreading and pushing a little to open the sphincter I settled back. Little bit by little bit I moved back and down, stopping whenever I felt pain or it looked as though Chuck was going to lose control.

Finally I was back down sitting on my calves with Chuck buried deep inside of me. I closed my eyes and felt the pressure, warmth and feeling of fullness. Chuck gripped my hips and we sat perfectly still like a statue or a picture. The idea of setting up my camera some day and firing it off using the remote passed through my mind. Then I began to move.

Slowly I raised myself on my knees until it seemed that Chuck was about to pop out of me. Then I waited before beginning to slide back down. With each cycle I relaxed more and it seemed that Chuck went deeper and deeper. Once I stopped and we stared into each other's eyes not saying a word.

Both of us concentrated on moving slowly and not coming and it seemed as though we could sustain our lovemaking for ever. Then Chuck reached up and pinched my nipple and I increased my rhythm. Chuck's hips began to move in a dance with mine and he grabbed my hips and froze for a moment. His mouth opened and his face contorted and he began to bounce under me as I felt his semen flood my bowels filling me with warmth.

After that I lay on top of Chuck feeling him get softer and softer. Finally he kissed me and asked me to roll off. I did and he slipped out and we lay side by side. I also had gone soft and just pressed my face against his ribs smelling his skin, one hand resting on his stomach as his hand caressed my cheek.

"That was lovely."

"MMM."

Chuck squirmed a bit on the bed and I moved a bit to let him change position. He laid his head on my thigh and with one hand began to stroke my penis. The other hand reached under me and I could feel it tuck into the sticky cleft that was my buttocks.

Chuck moved my penis over and kissed the head. In his hands I slowly grew harder and he stroked and kissed and fondled. I felt him slip his thumb into my bottom and he wiggled it while he moved his fingers up and down my shaft.

"Oh Chuck that is so nice" I whispered and was about to say something else when I felt him take all of me into his mouth. I didn't stay there long because he pulled his head away and then stroked my faster and faster until I exploded.

We lay there for a long while. Chuck's head stayed on my thigh and with one hand I ruffled through his hair while the other played with my nipples. I drifted a bit in sweet dreams only waking when I felt Chuck move. Chuck pulled his hand away from my bottom and rolled me over on my side. As he snuggled on behind me I realized he was hard again so I raised my upper leg and let him slip in one more time.

This time it was Chuck who supplied the motion and we slowly rocked to another orgasm and lay close together until the call of nature demanded we separate. Chuck went to the bathroom first and I lay on my back with a smile on my face so broad that later I wondered why my face felt sore and then smiled again at the memory.

It took us a long while to get dressed because we would stop to hug or give a kiss. It was too late for breakfast when we were done so we called it brunch and raided Chuck's fridge and shelves to make a substantial meal. Unlike earlier times where after sex we avoided the subject both feeling shy, this time we talked openly over the meal and dealt with issues of likes and dislikes, comfort, needs and how important it was to be with a person who loved you.

Even though it was New Years Day Chuck had work to do for law school and I did not feel like hanging around. We kissed, promised to call and e- mail non-stop and delayed my leaving until it became a ridiculous exercise. I packed and drove back to Tarrytown smiling and happy, and also a little sore but deeply in love.

Back at the Martins I checked the house, grabbed some mail and went to my apartment to read e-mails and answer phone messages. I occasionally stopped and felt a shock go through me as something triggered a memory of the lovely morning.

Later I showered and changed into a running suit and read a magazine as a CD played. My phone rang and I talked to my mother. I called Jan to thank her for having us over. I glowed from memories and passion.

I opened my PDA and looked at the next two weeks and realized I wouldn't have much time to breathe. The accountant, Mr. Frankel, was coming up to talk with Uncle Peter and me. I was going to coordinate the removal of some carpeting and finishing the floor beneath. Uncle Peter had asked me to review the money markets and seven-day accounts where he kept some of the family money. On top of that I had an appointment with Dr. Granger, an initial meeting with an internist to see if I wanted him to be my primary care doctor, the standard bookkeeping and finally an appointment at the hair dresser.

I made some notes and spent some time organizing. I was just starting to think about having dinner when there was a knock on the door. A young man in a gray coverall was standing there holding a metal box, such as plumbers carry. As I looked through the window he held something up against the glass and I could see it was a picture ID. My brain had trouble focusing but my eyes kept reading; FBI.

After a moment I snapped out of my daze and let him in.

"Ms. Baker, I'm special agent Paul Stanko with the FBI. If you look out your side window you will see my car and also a State Police vehicle. We've parked them there so they cannot be seen from the Armstrong's property. We need to use your apartment as a viewing point. Do I have your permission to stay here and coordinate our activities?

I just nodded consent.

"No Ms. Baker, can you tell me I have permission?"

"Yes. Of course." Then in a moment of inanity I added "Can I make you some coffee?"

Mr. Stanko gave me a big smile. "I think not, it's going to get pretty busy here so if you could just stay back from the window we'll get to work."

I sat back while the agent turned off all of the lights in the room and moved a chair in front but about five feet back from the window. In the dim light from the bathroom I watched his actions. He opened the metal box and pulled out a massive pair of binoculars and a large radio. From his pockets he pulled out a small flashlight, another radio and a cell phone. Then he opened a note book wrote something in it and started to talk into the large radio.

"Position Charley."

The radio crackled but I could not make out the words. He spoke again.

"Position Charley set. Full field."

For a few minutes we sat silently. Then the radio crackled again and he raised his binoculars and looked through them for a few seconds.

"Position Charley. Negative, that is negative."

Then all hell broke loose. It seemed as though there was a light show going on and I edged up a bit to see. The state police car in the front driveway turned on its flashers and pulled around to my steps. I could see flashing lights on the Armstrong property and lots of flashlights. In the midst of all that, a helicopter made its thumping progress overhead and turned on a brilliant search light. Radios crackled and Mr. Stanko's cell phone rang as well.

After about 30 minutes the noise and lights diminished and I could see some flashlights moving around on the other side of the fence but that was about it. The agent sat by the window occasionally talking on the phone or radio. Then there was a knock on the door and he went to let someone in.

I looked at the newcomer with my mouth wide open. There, dressed in a dark blue windbreaker with the words FBI on it and wearing a bullet proof vest, but still carrying his camera bag, was my friendly photographer from the mall, train and park.

"Hello Ms. Grant. OK Paul I'll take over here. Please go to staging site they are going to need help in evidence processing."

The agent left and my friend giving me a smile, turned on some lights and sat down at the table and motioned me to sit down. When I was seated he showed me an ID and began to talk.

"Well as you can see my name really is Saul Berman. I and your friend Alan, he's with ATF…"

"What?"

"Oh, Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. I and Alan have been the point men on an investigation of the Armstrongs."

"What did they do?"

"Gun trade mostly, but also some drugs in a small way. As I was saying we were working this case. You know you made life difficult for us with your lights in the attic and scooting around to see who was watching whom. You couldn't have been more obvious. I mean your photography at the yacht basin, I mean really."

I was angry by this point. "Well what about your vans. I mean that flower van was pretty damn obvious and the silver minivan. How about those?"

"They were the Armstrong's. Our only vehicles were a black sedan, Alan's motorcycle and my red VW."

He smiled. "It's OK. We adjusted. Now I doubt you will be called to give evidence and we don't need a deposition from you. I was wondering however if…"

The door opened and Alan walked it. If Mr. Berman retained his nice suburban look Alan had totally changed. He also wore a bullet proof vest. His said ATF in reflective letters but there was a large pistol hanging from the front of it and a massive flashlight in his hand.

"Hi Carol."

"You bastard."

Alan just looked at me.

"You bastard; You led me on, made me think you might be interested in me and when I was worried about what was going on didn't tell me a thing."

"He really couldn't you know." said Mr. Berman.

Alan chimed in "We didn't know if you would start talking to people or not. I am truly sorry. The best we could do was to make sure that the Armstrong's people didn't have a go at you."

Mr. Berman pulled out a notebook. "If we could go back to my question? During the time that you watched the Armstrong property did you see a pattern of movement?"

I felt better now. I would be able to describe what I had seen and feel less like some amateur bumbler.

"Yes I did."

"Did it look like this?"

Mr. Berman drew the familiar "L" shaped pattern on his pad and then drew in the fence line and my window.

"Yes, just like that."

"Did you see any other movements?"

"No."

"OK, thanks then. Well, it was good to meet you Ms. Baker. I don't think we need to question you. Take care of yourself and well, you are not cut out to be a cop. OK?"

He waved and was gone. I looked at Alan. He sat down across the table from me.

"I only have a couple of minutes Carol. Then I have to get back to work. I'd like to have lunch so we can talk some more. Now I do need to say a few things. I hope we can stay riding buddies. I know that you are also Jeremy Baker. We had to look you up. I know and so does agent Berman. But that is it. It's part of the reason I never tried to make our relationship more than just riding. The other part is that you were part, a little part, but part of an investigation."

Alan gave me a smile and I could tell he was trying to reassure me.

"You're a nice person and a good rider. I hope that you won't stay angry at me. After all, between the two of us maybe we can get your friend Chuck on a bike. I'll call to get together for lunch. Is that OK?"

I nodded yes and Alan stuck out his hand. We shook hands and he left, turning at the door to wave and smile.

After he was gone Claire and Jeanne came up. I left out the part about me suspecting the Armstrongs or spying on them though I told them that I had bumped into some of the agents around town without knowing what they were doing. We drank tea until early morning enjoying the thrill of being next to a major crime.

It was only when we finally parted at about 1:30 that it occurred to me that I had to call the Martins. Well I'd call them first thing in the morning and then I'd call Chuck.

Epilogue.

A few days later The Martins and I were sitting in the office thinking back over the incident. They had come home a day early even though I told them it was not necessary but frankly it was nice having Annette around to deal with the calls from all of their friends. She also handled the reporters very nicely taking the line that the Armstrongs had been very unfriendly and had not mixed with any of the neighbors so no one had any idea that something was going on.

As we sat and rehashed things Uncle Peter wondered what would happen to the property. Annette suggested that it might be seized and after the trial auctioned off by the government. I was given the job of going into the county records to find as much as I could about the property so that Annette would have an advantage if it became available.

Finally Chuck was able to tear himself away from law school for a day and came up to Westchester. We took a drive and parked the car up in Garrison looking over the river. I told him about Alan and how I wanted to remain friends with him. Chuck had no problem with that. Chuck told me about the bar exams and what that meant in terms of preparation.

We held hands and talked about the change in our lives that had occurred since August and our hopes for the future. Finally the car grew too cold and I started it up and drove to where we would have lunch. I parked and we started to walk to the restaurant. Chuck stopped and pulled me to him and gave me a hug.

"Carol?"

"Yes Chuck."

"I know I'm creating castles in the air, but after you have the surgery will you marry me? Carol, until you have the surgery will you be my fiancé? I love you, I know what I want. I want to be with you."

We hugged for a while in the cold air and people walked around us. When we pulled apart I kissed Chuck.

"I love you Chuck. I can't imagine anything I could want more than to be your fiancé, your wife and your lover. All of them, all the time, from now until forever."

A Note At The End: I really enjoyed writing about Carol and have left this open ended enough to continue it at some future point. I hope you enjoyed this story. If I do not get around to writing a further story about Carol and Chuck, just assume they lived happily ever after. – M. Wright.