Part One by Uma

It wasn't the kind of job he relished, although most of his colleagues would have jumped at it. Some people thought that any chance you could get to have an all-expenses paid trip to the Big Apple would be just what the doctor ordered. But John Biebe was not of quite the same mind. First up, he had seen it as a chance for him and Donna to get a much-needed timeout. There he was, stuck up in Mystery, Alaska as deputy to Sheriff McCrea and there she was studying English at Barnard College, living in some sorority house full of girls and no chance of a man even getting his toe over the threshold. Then along comes this God-given chance to spend a week with her in a first class hotel suite- it was just the situation they had needed to set the scene for his big seduction.

Things hadn't been too hot recently between them. Nothing you could put your finger on, of course, just the usual. Donna was taking too much notice of some of those feminist women she rubbed shoulders with in the women's studies courses she was taking. Now she was coming out with all this shit about men as the oppressor and women being in chains. She called him old-fashioned. A Neanderthal. One of the boys- as if that was somehow an unacceptable thing for a man to be. She said he didn't seem to appreciate her need to be an independent woman or value the fact that she had a good brain. John groaned inwardly. He just wanted her to come back home and marry him.

So he had thought this week would be the solution to all their problems. Wine and dine her, treat her like a queen, coax her up to his room where he would have champagne on ice and then...

Then her mother up and developed some 'woman's' condition and Donna had to fly back home to Mystery while he's down in New York with a luxury suite in a good hotel with a mini-bar and cable television thrown in. Alone.

He hated cities anyway. What was he going to do with this whole week now? He hadn't the least interest in shopping, going to museums and art galleries, booking fancy shows or dining in expensive restaurants. I mean- if he was with Donna, now that would have been a different story. He would have gladly done all that if he'd been with her- maybe even enjoyed it- but he would have had the incentive of what would happen later to compensate. With any luck, he had reckoned anyway, it wouldn't have taken much to talk her into spending the whole week in bed.

He didn't even have much work to do while he was here. Just hanging about mostly. He had some supplementary evidence to give in a complex case concerning a murder in his district that may have been linked to various other crimes committed in this state. It meant just making himself available in case he was called during the trial's proceedings. So far he hadn't been.

John sat at the bar and drank back another beer, his stop-and-go relationship with Donna still on his mind. They had been seeing each other for eighteen months already- for God's sake, they were practically engaged - but she was still holding out on him. Well, not exactly holding out- there had been plenty of steamy sessions- but somehow they had never quite got a home run. To be perfectly honest, there hadn't been many opportunities. When she still lived at home, her Dad gave strict hours and was usually waiting on the porch when he drove her home. It sure was a killer to passion to have the old fellow pacing up and down, checking his watch while a guy tried to kiss his girl goodnight.

John himself was still living at home, too, and, although his Mom was not exactly going to have a heart attack if she found a girl in his bed one morning, he just didn't feel right about doing something like that in his own home. Anyway, Mom knew Donna and her parents and he didn't want Donna to look like a bit of a slut either.

It had occurred to him that he ought to have his own place by now. He was almost twenty-five; it was about time he flew the coop - but even if he did, he could imagine the talk in a small town like Mystery. "How's the bachelor flat, Johnny? See you took Mary Jane back the other Saturday...what you two have for breakfast...?" That's how it was back in Mystery. You couldn't even fart without the whole town knowing.

Since she had gone back to college they'd been restricted to holidays only- and, of course, when she was back home, she wanted to see all her friends and the gang and ...he was sick of toting round a bevy of girls-with-no-boyfriends, buying them drinks, sitting there like a loser while they babbled on about who was dating whom, latest films, guys they fancied, hair styles- like as if he wasn't there. If he complained, Donna said he was being exclusive; she had a life and he didn't own her. He wondered if they were growing apart steadily and whether she was fooling around here at college. He was probably pretty boring in comparison to these city boys with their flashy cars and ambitions to be an attorney or a surgeon or something. John ran his hand through his thick hair and brushed it off his face. Last time she had told him that his look was passé...like what the fuck did that mean? Did she think he even had a look?

Then there were the guys in the game. He lived for Saturdays and the hockey - so did most everyone in Mystery- Donna, too, if the truth were known. He was good- not as fast or strong as some but he knew the game and saw the angles- he was smarter than most of them and brains counted, even in sport. Donna had laughed when he had said that and simply squeezed his bicep with a smug expression on her face. Damn educated women!

The Game was everything - but it wasn't just what happened on the pond that counted. There was the locker room and that culture, too. Man, it was the main event every week. "Hey, John, you still not gettin' any? No wonder you're so mean out there...Donna still holding out for a ring...?" All the usual crap. He should take a trip to Fairbanks when some of the boys went so-called 'fishing' and get himself some...I mean, a guy's got needs...the others asked him to often enough.

It occurred to him that was exactly what he could do now. Big city. Nobody would ever know. There were places here where you could get...most anything you wanted. John frowned. All he wanted was to get laid. Nothing fancy. Although...he didn't have any objection to anything a little more adventurous... A memory of his college days in Anchorage came back to him. Boy, had he had some fun then. Every week a different girl- and some of them were real hot stuff. But he had always longed for something with more meaning, something with a purpose. After a while, sex with a stranger had seemed somewhat sad and pathetic. He drained his glass. From where he was sitting now, it was suddenly beginning to take on a new attraction.

The thing is- he loved Donna Clancy. Reckoned he always had. He remembered her even when she'd been a bit of a kid running around Mystery, cutting a neat little figure on the ice. She was a couple of years behind him in high school and she and her friends used to hang around the drug store giggling whenever he and his buddies had been in there. She had lingered after games with the others and made eyes at him. He had thought her a bit too young at the time, more interested in older girls who would put out, not the sort of fella to take advantage of a sixteen-year-old with a crush. Unlike that dick Charlie Danner who had turned it on strong. He couldn't get a girl his own age so he preyed on the love-sick teens - and next thing he was waltzing around with Donna and the talk was they were getting it on. He had felt like punching his lights out then. Probably should have.

Danner had soon enough dumped her when he left for New York...the notion that Donna might have looked him up here suddenly struck him. Surely not? John raised his chin and saw his own expression in the mirror. He wished Danner would wander in this bar right now- he wouldn't feel the need to hold back this time.

Shaking his head and ordering another beer, John recalled the summer when he had come home for good and joined the sheriff's office and how he had pulled over a car speeding. Leaning over to the driver's window with his newly-acquired cop poker face and his freshly-out-of-the-box stern countenance, he had found himself staring into the lovely, peaches and cream skin and dancing blue eyes of Donna Clancy. Who had giggled up at him and "For God's sakes, John Biebe, you look so fine in that uniform!" Damn if he hadn't fallen that very moment and it had been hopeless to fight it. He must be a very strange sort of guy. He was dreaming of a little log cabin and filling her with babies after just a few dates. Wasn't it women who were supposed to think like that?       

Skank thought he was a joke, mooning over a girl for months. "Give her a good boning and you'll soon be cured. It's the semen retention that's affecting your brain. Once you've shifted that- you'll start seeing clearly again. It's a known fact..."       

"My brains are not in my balls like yours are..." he had growled back, his temper already getting close to boiling point.

"Sure they are...but you got an overdeveloped conscience. Man, you are easy meat for women. John...stick it up her, bang, bang, watch her squirm just like they all do and that conscience o' yours will take a long vacation...."

That's when he'd hit him. The memory still made him smile.

He knew Donna wasn't a virgin - she was no prude and they had fooled around enough for him to know she certainly wasn't shy and she had done it all before. She had even told him about her and that damned fool prick Danner when she was still in high school. However she had said she was more mature now and was looking for a real relationship, not just sex, and didn't want to make the same sort of mistake again. She kept telling him that they had to wait and make sure. Nor did she didn't want to get a name for putting out in a small town like Mystery ...however in a big city, she said that was different. No one else would know. On the phone, she had seemed as keen as he was to get close up and personal in the privacy of a hotel in the Big A. Well, that had been the theory anyway...

I mean, a guy is a guy. He was in love with Donna but...how long does a man have to put up with no action? Last time he had it was eighteen months ago with some girl he picked up at a local dance. A bit of furtive loving in the back of his car. She worked in the town café and still gave him the eye every time he went in. It always made him feel bad.

And he was missing the Game. First time ever he hadn't turned out for the team would be this Saturday. Donna was about the only one who could make him miss the weekly ritual. Or his duty. As an officer. He would just bust a gut if when he got back someone else had claimed his place on the squad. It had happened before. Someone in form and they hit play dirt. It would just be his luck.

"This seat taken?" John turned abruptly in the direction of the voice. It was a young woman. She was pointing at the bar stool next to him.

"Er...no." He replied, giving her a furtive once over. She was a pretty girl, a bit freaky-looking with platinum blonde hair, dressed in that rock star, Madonna style. She plumped herself down beside him and ordered a beer.

"You're not much of a music fan, then?" She asked with a grin.

"Music? I'm not sure I catch your meaning,.."

"You never clapped. Actually you never even turned your head...Looked like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders..." She must have realized Biebe's vacant look. He had no idea what she was talking about. "I'm the resident singer here and I was giving it all I had - but it wasn't moving you...can't win 'em all, hey?" she smiled.

John blushed. "I'm so sorry. I was miles away...literally. Don't take it personally. I promise I'll pay attention to the next set..."

Her face split into a grin. "Hey, it makes a change! Normally they pretend to listen and then hit on me the minute I finish. Some guys seem to think a singer is not far removed from a table dancer, ya know? That she's advertising her wares and ready to hand it over..."

He winced at her comment. "I'm sorry if you have to put up with that..."

"Stop apologizing...I wasn't talking about you! You seem different. On your own? Feeling a bit blue? If I'm perfectly honest I came over here 'cos I want to avoid someone. You see that fat guy over there? He's been making comments all night and I told him my boyfriend was over there..."

"Is he?" John looked round a little concerned if he was about to find some angry guy breathing down his neck.

The girl laughed again. It was a beautiful sound; she had such a pretty mouth and perfect teeth. "No! I meant you. I told him you were my boyfriend. Will you cover for me?"

John smiled, relaxed and began to enjoy her lively presence. "And what's your real boyfriend gonna say about that?" He raised his eyebrows saucily.

"I ain't got one. Yet..." and she took a drink of her beer, but peered at him over the rim of her glass.

John swiveled around in his seat, all the better to see her, and extended his hand. "John Biebe."

"Leah Wilde. Well...Lydia Wilson actually but it sounds a bit too 'good girl' for a rock singer, you know? Pleased to meet you, John Biebe...Where you from? Kinda cute accent there..."

John looked bashful, his long eyelashes brushing his upper cheeks as he smiled. Leah thought, 'Oh Mamma- he is a dish!'

"Alaska."

"OH MY GOD! A real Eskimo!"

John shook his head. "We don't have Eskimos. Just snow."

"Snow...I hate snow. New York is bad enough. I'm from Hawaii." 

"You don't look like a hula hula girl either...." They both giggled at that and John asked would she like another drink. Leah nodded.

"So you're not a musician...what you good at then, John...? You look like a real outdoors man to me..."

"Me? Good at? Don't know...hockey, I suppose..."

"My God...are you a Ranger?"

John made a sharp intake of breath. "If I wasn't a gentleman I would have said yes. I suppose that's a good line with the ladies, hey? But no...Not the Rangers...I don't play professionally. Just the Saturday Game. Pond hockey..."

Leah smiled. "Real man's game, though? I'd say you are one tough grizzly bear...or do you have polar bears up there?"

"Did you not like Geography in school?" John teased.

"Me? I didn't like anything in school, John...'cept the boys, that is," she smirked. "Hey, my break's over...you gonna be here when I get off? I was just about to buy you a drink...not often I meet a real frontiersman...give me forty...okay?"

And she dashed off, back to the small stage that was erected at the corner of the room. This time John turned round on his stool and leaned back on the bar. He saw her chatting to the musicians and then get ready for the set. She picked up the microphone and began to speak to the audience who largely ignored her, as he had done before. This time it annoyed him intensely.

"Welcome back, everyone. This one is for a new friend of mine...you could say it is a request...a suggestion...something like that...are you listening, John?" The band swung into a raunchy, pounding beat and Leah stood, legs akimbo, in her short flouncy skirt and ankle boots and belted it out- strutting across the small stage and addressing most of it in his direction at the bar.

 

 

At that she shrieked the last note, threw back her hair and looked directly at him, eyes dancing and definitely saying- Well...what do you think? He raised his glass and adjusted his position on the stool, aware that she was looking directly at his groin and licking her lips. Man, he was flirting with danger here- big time.

 

 

The song wound down; Leah had certainly got the audience's attention this time. Applause rang out; a few men whistled and offered their services. Leah merely grinned at them and gave John the eye again. After that, the band moved on to a slower number and John took the opportunity to visit the Men's Room. Inside, he took a leak and then looked at himself as he washed his hands. His eye caught the machine in the corner reflected in the glass. Time to make a decision. He had bought some earlier that week but had left them in the room...If he bought some more now, then what was his intention? Was he going to cheat? Not necessarily but...it was responsible to be prepared, just in case...on the off chance...give himself some thinking time...

He made his mind up....

 

 

Part Two by VAL

...That was that. He bought the condoms, but with a slight pang. It had been a long time since someone had tended to his cock. The thought of her mouth wrapped around it sent a shiver down his spine and other assorted other body parts.

Passé? He thought.  

Leah didn't seem to think so. As she licked her lips and ground her hips, he realized his hands were shaking. Not out of guilt, but out of fear. This woman was a handful, was he up to her? Not that he was inexperienced, but certainly she looked like she had been around the block a few times.

John began to wonder if he and Donna were drifting apart, if their relationship could bear the changes. He never thought of himself as being Neanderthal in any way. Funny, how she envisioned him that way, at least she did now. He plunked down on the bar stool, tapping a booted foot, drinking his beer and getting a little buzz from both.

Every time Leah looked over at him, he could feel his jeans expand and stretch to accommodate his large erection. They would be hurting no one if they had a fling. They'd never see each other again, he reasoned. Now, he waited impatiently for her set to finally end.

It did and John stood, mainly because of discomfort, but Leah couldn't get to him soon enough. 

"Please sit, John." Leah giggled. She knew she was having an affect on him and reveled in it. She ordered a beer and gave him a salacious grin over her frosted glass. Then she placed her hand on his thigh.

Uh oh, he thought.

He coughed nervously.

"John, do I make you nervous?" she breathed into his ear. He actually blushed. 

"You know, you look like a cowboy, with your long hair and all" and her hand raked through his long, disheveled hair.

"I love your hair, it's so soft and wavy" as she continued to make him nervous, horny and excited. He noticed that her hand wasn't shaking in the least, a good sign, he thought.

Leah spread her legs on the stool, affording him a look of something, either a thong, or nothing at all, it was too dark to see, but it was enough to make him salivate. He reached over to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around her neck as their lips and tongues darted around each other.

John suddenly remembered where he was, pulling back abruptly, startling his companion.

"Did I do something wrong?" 

"No, I'm just not big on public displays of affection, or anything else, I guess", he mumbled. 

As if she found him amusing, Leah grinned and ruffled his already unkempt hair. 

"Okie dokie", grinning at him. 

"Wanna go somewhere private?" Her infectious giggle again. John squirmed in his seat. 

Now or never. 

His heart thudded in his chest as he gawked at Leah, this precious thing who seemed to want him so badly. Curvaceous, blonde and delectable, how did he get so lucky?

In the short cab ride to his hotel, he fidgeted, yanked on his ear, tugged at his hair, clasping and unclasping his rather large hands as Leah sat back, watching. They finally made it to his room and something overtook John. He pinned her to the wall, plundering into her mouth with his tongue. Startled, she reacted in kind, grinding her hips into his, moaning softly at first. Then she graduated to a low, feral growl as he humped away at her. He had to have her, now.

As he relished his lustful state, he thought for a moment. Donna might be slipping through his fingers and that stopped him cold. He stood back from Leah with indecision in his features.

"Something wrong, hon?"

"I don't know. My girl...I can't talk about it. I'm not sure what I want."

"Honey, I'm not asking for an engagement ring, I just wanna fuck your brains out. That's all. I ain't looking to register at Tiffany's."

She laughed softly. 

"If you want me to go, I'll go. But I'm really attracted to you and I just thought we could have some fun. I like your face, your features, very rugged, you know. And your beautiful hair..." her voice trailed off.

John took a deep breath, closed his eyes, placing his hands around her face, cupping it. 

"Sure, okay, a good fuck sounds great to me. It's been a long time."

"Really, John? We'll have to make it memorable then. "

The room disappeared as they clung to each other; just for a little while. Just for the night to assuage his insecurities, his indecisiveness.

A fork in the road. 

 

Part Three by RUnotentertained

...They quickly drew off each other's clothes and Leah jumped naked onto the big bed and propped her back against the headboard and spread her legs apart and crooked her finger in enticement to him.  "Come on, big boy; show me you know how to use that hockey stick."  John let loose with a deep growl and grabbed a condom out of his jeans pocket, dove onto the bed coming right up between her legs and pulling her down beneath him.  He punished her with his kisses and his hands were roaming all over her body.  Her skin was so perfect and soft.  He licked down her neck and sucked on her already stimulated and erect nipples.  She moaned and writhed beneath him.  "Now, John, I'm ready." 

He grabbed the condom package and tore it open, his erection straining.  "Let me," and Leah's hands slid the condom up his cock and pulled him down between her legs, positioned him at her opening.  He pushed his tip into her and penetrated her deeper.  With a few hard thrusts, he'd buried his cock deep in her wet hot tightness with a deep moan.  He thrust deep in and out while she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him deeper in her body.  "Faster, lover," she crooned in his ear.  He moved with faster and harder thrusts, knowing he was soon going to come and wanted to make sure she did too, so he slid his fingers between their bodies and began to rub her clit.  Leah screamed out and came hard almost immediately and the feel of her cunt clenching around his penis made him shoot his load hard into the condom.  John held himself above her, trying to recover, and their eyes locked on each other as they just grinned through their panting breathlessness.  John rolled over, pulled off the condom and threw it in the wastebasket by the bed.  He pulled her into a hug and whispered into her ear, "That was great."  She nodded and snuggled into his body; they both fell asleep.

John woke a few hours later to the sound of water running in the bathroom and rolled out of bed, moving toward the sound.  He smiled as he pushed the door open a bit further.  Leah was at the sink brushing her teeth with toothpaste and her finger while she swayed her hips and ass to a tune in her head.  His cock immediately began to twitch in interest.  He walked back out into the bedroom and grabbed another condom from his jeans and made his way back to the bathroom. 

She was drying her mouth off with a towel as he walked in naked and wanting.   She gave him a saucy smile in the large mirror.  "Might you want something?" 

"Yeah- you! Like this?" and he pressed his body up against her back and buttocks so there'd be no mistaking what he wanted placing the condom on the sink.  She turned in his arms and gave him a kiss.  "Mmm, you taste good," and he kissed her again. 

Sliding down to kneel in front of him and taking his cock in her hand, she licked and sucked at the head of his shaft.  Leah took him in her mouth and used her tongue, mouth, throat and even her teeth lightly on him.  John moaned with pleasure as she pulled him deep in her throat and then rhythmically in and out.  His hand was stroking her hair and holding her head to his groin.  Finally he couldn't take the stimulation any longer without exploding.  So, he drew her up to him and kissed her and turned her to face the sink and mirror.

Rolling the condom over his hard erection, he moved in to slide his arm around her waist.  His other hand slid between her curls to find the wet lips and stroke her clit.  His lips were kissing along her neck.  "So wet and ready," he whispered into her skin.  Leah leaned forward over the counter and spread her legs for him. 

He guided his cock into her wet entrance and began a steady push and penetration into her.  Once John was seated deep inside her, he turned them to the side saying, "Watch me fuck you."  He moved deep in and out of her.  Leah watched his cock in the mirror as it impaled her.  She moaned with how erotic it both looked and felt.  He increased his strokes and cupped his one hand over her breast, playing with her nipple while the other hand slid between her legs to caress her clit.  Her stimulation was complete and she came in a shattering orgasm that left her weak and barely able to stand.

John wrapped his hand around her waist and pumped hard in and out of her until he growled out his orgasm.  He leaned them over the sink steadying them till they recovered and then he slid from her body.  "Let's go back to bed, Leah?"

 

 

John testified later that day and needed to be back in court at 10 AM the next morning.  The prosecutor felt that he would be finished with the case tomorrow and released to go back home to Mystery.  He booked a return flight home for the day after tomorrow. 

Leah's band was performing again tonight in the bar and John went down to watch them perform two sets and escort her back to his room to screw to their hearts content on and off all night.  They sure were sexually compatible. They found they were having a lot of fun together both in and out of bed and bathroom.  But they also knew when they woke the next morning that John would be leaving New York the next day.

They spent their last night together, wrapped up in each other's arms all night.  It was difficult to say goodbye in the morning when Leah saw him off at the taxi in front of the hotel.  Neither of them had known they could become so enamored with someone in only three days.  But, they both had known going in that this was a no future situation.  They had one last passionate kiss and John stepped into the cab and drove away.  Leah walked away to catch the subway home and cried a few tears and then suddenly smiled.  John had made it possible for her to start looking for a great guy to have a relationship with.  Now she knew again they were out there.

John settled in the plane for the long flight back to Alaska.  He thought back on his time with Leah and smiled.  She would always be the person who turned his lonely disaster of a trip to New York into an extremely pleasant memory.  Then his thoughts turned to Donna.  He had spoken with her yesterday when he'd arrived back at the hotel after he'd finished testifying.  He had wanted to let her know that he'd be flying home the next day.  He'd also found out her mother was doing fine after surgery and that Donna would be staying home to help out at least one more week before heading back to college.  He had gotten a firm promise from Donna to plan at least one evening together with just the two of them before she headed out of town again.  John had said they needed to be together and also to talk about their relationship.

What had happened in New York didn't change his feelings about Donna.  He still loved her with all his heart, wanted to marry her, have babies and be only with her the rest of his life.  But, he had gained a different perspective on things.  He realized with Donna only turning 21 next month, perhaps she wasn't ready to commit to the "forever" relationship that he wanted?  Or have the same goals in life he did?  Or perhaps she simply didn't love him like he loved her?  He didn't know, but he needed to.  If Donna loved him the same way he loved her and wanted the same basic things he wanted from their relationship and in life, he was willing to wait this final year until she graduated from college and came home for them to marry.  But, if she didn't love him or want him in the same way, he was also willing to set her free.  He felt it wasn't fair to both of them to continue their relationship if they weren't both equally committed to it.  Leah had made him see that love could perhaps be within his grasp even if it could no longer be with Donna.  He was heading home to find out.

 

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