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  1. A lot of potential in this scenario: both Mireille's desperation as she trains herself, and of course everyone around August, too...
  2. Thank you! Yes, I was definitely trying to model good relationships. And yes, I do plan on releasing a PDF at some point. Glad to oblige. And thanks for the kind words.
  3. I'm never gonna be "done" with non-omo fiction. On the other hand, I can guarantee that at some point in my life I will be feeling both creative and horny... and when that day comes, PI Sigma Sigma is next on my omo list. Wow. High praise. Thanks, @Flush! And I gotta admit, I'm pretty proud of this saga I wrote, and proud of breaking the mold of omo stories. There have been other "meet cute/fall in love" stories ("Do You Have Anything to Confess?" comes to mind) but I did try to make this story more than just the porn and more than just the romance.
  4. Yeah, that was kind of a last-minute decision, I suddenly thought that Meagan would be the kind of mom to not post her kid all over social media, and then I just extended that to no name and no dialogue. Ooooh, mission accomplished! But when...? Now I'm curious what made you tear up. Definitely not daughter, that would be weird. Maybe Bree or Zephyr. But I really do need to write non-omo stuff if I'm ever gonna have a non-omo writing career!
  5. And here's the last little bit. -------------------------------------------- Winter “Merry Christmas, love,” Parker said, handing over a small, inexpertly-wrapped present. “What do we have here?” Meagan said. She shook it—no rattle. She squeezed it—it gave. “Socks!” she said, slightly surprised… and then she roared with laughter. “Socks?” Will Daniels said, leaning forward. “Particularly hilarious socks? Do they have witty remarks printed on them? Or dirty jokes?” “No, just socks,” Parker said. “Okay…” his father answered. “So the last time we gave you socks, Parker, you were resentful for weeks, so what’s the deal here?” “Dad, I was twelve! Of course I was resentful!” “It’s a long story. And kind of an inside joke,” Meagan said, wiping her eyes. “I can tell them, unless you’d rather keep it between us,” Parker said. “Well, now that it’s safely over…” “Last August we had a big fight,” Parker began to explain. “Meagan left the apartment. And I thought she might be leaving me. So I packed a bag for her…” Summer “Oh, my god!” Meagan said. “You know, love, that’s the closest I’ve ever heard you come to squealing?” “I’m just… I just can’t… I’m in awe. And in love. I have never seen anything quite this gorgeous.” “Not even me?” “You’re not fourteen thousand feet tall, Parker.” “So size does matter! The truth comes out at last…” “This is just so… I’m at a loss for words.” “How you feelin’ otherwise?” he asked casually. “Oh, I am absolutely bursting,” she replied, “but this is more important. And, um, honestly, I know we had a plan—but now that we’re here, I almost feel like peeing here would be sacrilegious.” “Want to keep driving and find a gas station, then?” “Oh, fuck no, I can’t hold it that long. I said almost. But I want to take pictures of the vista, not of me. This view is too gorgeous to have a picture of me peeing in front of it. Sorry, hon.” “It’s okay—as long as we also take a picture or two of us in front of the vista. I’ll know what that special look in your eyes meant.” “Deal. And then I’ll piss by the car. You can take a picture of that, if you want, nothing sacrilegious about pissing on a tire.” “I’ll set up the tripod.” “Take your time, love. I can wait… a little bit…” Spring Parker knew the rhythm of the photographer’s year pretty well by now. In fall, it was school photos. In winter, family Christmas cards. In spring, prom shots and graduation photos. Tonight it was a prom, doing his best to make the awkward teens look beautiful. (He was studiously ignoring the girls in the deep-cut dresses and short skirts who were already pretty darn beautiful.) He enjoyed doing it—it was way better than working with little kids—but it had been a long day, and now looked to be a long night. His phone dinged. “Looks good, you two!” he said to his latest subjects. “Enjoy the dance!” Then he paused for a “water break” and quickly took a look at his phone. Last three clients *all* ran late, no chance for a bathroom break want that to be for your benefit? He looked at the line of high schoolers waiting for him to take their picture. Love to, but can’t come home soon If soon can be in the next two hours, offer still stands Holy fuck I love you I know He didn’t exactly hurry through his next few clients, but he did move a little more quickly. A little less stopping to chat. A little faster and simpler on the arrangements. And he didn’t notice the girls at all. Okay, finishing up here. Gonna pack my gear and go. Home in 30. Here’s what I look like right now: —and she sent him a picture of her legs. Tightly crossed. But they’ll be open for you when you get home. Gaaaah that’s hot 😉 Drive safe! Fall “We know that our relationship has always been a little weird,” Parker began. “And we know that some of you are still a little miffed at us for doing the first of these without you all,” Meagan continued. “So we’re just grateful to you all for being here with us today,” Parker said. “And we’re even more grateful to those of you who helped us stay together, across all these years. Dacy, Mitchell, Dr. Vince, Mr. and Mrs. Daniels…” “All of you, really.” “So today is about you as much as it is about us. It’s not just so I could make Parker wear a suit again.” “Well, love, should we make them wait a little longer, or should we do this?” “Let’s do it. Who’s got the ribbon?” As they wound the ribbon around their joined hands, Meagan began it: “Before the eyes of these our friends, I, Meagan, take you, Parker, to have and to hold for a year and a day, in sickness and health and in love and in rage and in everything in between. Again.” “And I, Parker Daniels, “before the eyes of these our friends, take you, Meagan, to have and to hold for a year and a day, no matter what. I believe that’s our traditional formula, yes?” “Well, that and the God of Hedgehogs. Can’t forget him.” “Well thanks a lot, lover, now we have to explain our in-joke to everyone.” Summer “I just wanted to say,” Meagan whispered in his ear, “how very, very proud of you I am.” “I know.” “Well, yeah. I know you know, doofus. I just like saying it to you.” They walked around the coffeeshop, looking at the photos on the wall. Black-and-white landscapes, some of them; some with human figures in them, some not; some in color, but with deliberately washed-out colors, a little more abstract. “Freaking gorgeous,” Meagan murmured, looking at one. “You know what I’m thinking?” “Mmm?” “I was originally gonna go into videography. And here I am selling black-and-white artsy-fartsy photos at a coffee shop.” “You weren’t interested in doing photography when you were a kid?” “Oh, yeah, of course I was, but videos just seemed so much cooler.” He squeezed her hand. “Until a certain photoshoot session back at Franklin House…” “I changed your career trajectory, huh?” “Changed my whole life,” he said. “Why would my career not be part of that? Be glad I was into video at one point, though, that’s why I joined the Ultimate team and met you. Again.” “Oh, I am glad. So much.” “Nothing’s sold yet,” Parker muttered. “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’m still enormously proud of you. In fact…” “Hmm?” She whispered in his ear, “Now that you develop photos yourself—we don’t need to use the Polaroid any more, now do we?” He shivered a little. “Guess not.” “Want to go home and start a new series right now?” “That sounds great.” “Want me to get some black tea to go?” “Yes. Yes, please.” When she returned from ordering, tea in her hand, she saw the faraway look in his eye. “You’re planning something.” “Would you mind terribly, some day when neither of us have clients, going out to the country or a big park and doing a photo shoot where you held it for a long time? Like, go all-out on the lighting and posing?” “No,” she said. “No?” “No, I wouldn’t mind terribly. I love the sound of that. Especially since I just know you’re going to make me wait until you get the shot just right, aren’t you?” “Mmmhmmmmm.” Winter “It’s just so silly.” “Drink more, then.” “Oh, I gotta pee already.” “I meant more alcohol. You’ll be feeling the Mardi Gras spirit in no time.” “Yeah, but… throwing me beads? Dude, if you wanna see my tits, all you gotta do is ask.” “It’s traditional!” “Well, it’s a dumb tradition. And sexist, and generally creepy and male-gazey. And how old a tradition can it really be, anyway?” “If you wanna stop—” “Seriously, though, what’s the appeal?” “The appeal? Well, I’ve never been to New Orleans, let alone Mardi Gras, and I don’t think we’re about to be able to go any time soon.” “No, for the flashing.” “Um. Probably a power thing?” “Right. So again, if you wanna see my tits, I am more than happy to take this shirt off and leave it off all night. But let’s talk it out first, okay?” “Well, that sounds excellent, but we might wanna wait on that.” “How come?” “Well, another Mardi Gras tradition is drinking so much you gotta piss in an alleyway. And since we have an alleyway just outside…” “It’s too cold for that tonight. And what would the neighbors think?” “Well, I think that if you’re thinking that way, you haven’t had enough to drink.” “I’ll do this, though: I will pee anywhere inside the apartment that you want, and we can pretend it’s an alleyway.” “A New Orleans alleyway. Since we’re pretending.” “Done.” “Deal. But I still want you to flash me.” “While I’m peeing?” “But of course.” Summer “No! I said no, and I mean no, mmmmmmkay?” “All right, all right. What’s one more thing?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Just feels like you’re getting your way a lot lately. I’m really looking forward to it being my turn again soon.” “This is not ‘take-turns’ kind of thing! This is fuckin’ serious, Parker. So shut up and deal!” “I’m gonna go take a walk.” “If it gets you to be quiet, go for it.” “Hmm, on second thought, I think I’d rather stay. Make a little noise, maybe.” “For fuck’s sake, Parker, get out. Go take that walk. Make it a nice long one, too.” Summer—later: “Mmmmmmmmmmmm. That was nice.” “I love make-up sex.” “Wait, were we making up? What for?” “Forgotten already?” “Apparently.” “Damn, I’m better in bed than I thought.” “Oh, are you then? Quick, what were we arguing about?” “…Ummm…” “So I guess we’re both pretty good, huh?” “Yup. Wanna go pee?” “Together? Absolutely.” Summer, even later than that: “Just remembered what we were fighting about.” “Don’t tell me.” “Wasn’t gonna. Dear god, that was silly… pass me your pillow, I wanna hit myself in the face with it for being a doofus.” “Well, I’m not gonna do that. But want me to fuck you into forgetfulness again?” “Yes please.” Fall “Mmmmmmmmmm. This is nice. Good idea, lover.” “I figured you’d appreciate making me wait.” “I meant the bed and breakfast. And the lake. The whole long weekend. It’s a nice change of pace.” Parker stroked Meagan’s taut bladder. “This isn’t so much a change.” “Getting routine?” “A delightful routine. Never humdrum.” “Well, I still want to do something special with it. It’s handfasting, after all.” “So, you want to go around again? Another year?” “No, I got us a B&B and held it for you during the drive up here and I’m lying naked in bed with you while still holding it because I plan on dumping you next week.” “Oh, I see. Well, in that case we’d better make this a good one.” “Absolutely. Now, I gotta go, but we’ve got a little time—how do you want to do this?” “Mmm. Tell you what I want to do: I want to tie the ribbon while we’re fucking.” “Heh, that’s a new variation.” “Well, I thought of it last year, but I wasn’t sure would go for it.” “Last year we had fifteen guests.” “Yeah, that’s why.” “Well. I had something else I wanted to do while we’re fucking, too. I guess the only question is if you want me to hold it until after.” “Is your thing gonna take a while?” “It might, yeah.” “I leave it up to you to decide, then.” “I’ll go now, then—unless you’re going to be secretly disappointed?” “Nah. But I get to watch you pee.” “Of course!” She sat on the toilet and smiled up at him as he stroked himself. “I really love being able to turn you on this way,” she said. “It’s so handy. Don’t need to spend extra money on it, don’t need to get special outfits, just drink some water and wait.” She wiped, stood up, and took his hard-on in hand. “Mmm. You need more, I think.” “And we’ve barely even started with you. Vibe or tongue or fingers?” “Tongue and fingers, please?” “You got it.” Back at the bed, he slid a finger into her and found her clit with his tongue, working both sides of the clitoris at once. “Slowly, please,” Meagan said. “That’s real intense, I need to ease into it.” He obliged. After some time of this, Meagan said, “Mmm. Okay, please keep doing that, but can you also start touching yourself, too? And think of me desperate. What’s your favorite memory of me bursting?” “Too many to pick,” Parker said. “But the treehouse always comes to mind.” He resumed licking. “Mmm. Good one. I was thinking you might pick graduation.” “Which one?” “Fair point… mmm. Yes, that’s a nice pattern, keep doing that. And keep jacking off.” A few minutes later, Parker drew back. “You feel really, really ready to me.” “I think I am. You?” “Maybe a little more.” “Now?” “Yeah.” She straddled him, slid down onto him. “Got the ribbon?” “Better. I got the hoodie drawstring again.” “Aww, sweetie!” She thrust twice, and held up her hand for him to tie. “Wait—is it my turn to keep my right hand, or yours?” “We may not get out of this bed the whole time we’re tied. Does it matter?” “Guess not.” She had to pause her thrusts so he could do the honors, but she squeezed him every now and then. She began again as she began their words. “I take you, Parker—in more than one way—to have and to hold for a year and a day…” “I take you, Meagan, no matter what…” They weren’t even close to climaxing, though. “You said you wanted to do something else while we were fuckin’?” Parker asked as Meagan rode him. “It might not be the best possible time for this conversation, but, um—I wanna have your baby.” Parker’s brain seized. “Not right this second, silly!” she laughed. “Don’t scare a man like that, partner! Not enough blood for both ends!” “Oh, shit, sorry. Uhh—remember Thanksgiving Week? When I held it for you while I was washing the dishes?” “I do indeed…” “Better?” “Mmm. A few more memories, please.” “Photoshoot.” “Which one?” “The one in the autumn leaves. Those pictures you got of me leaning against a tree…” “Oooh, yeah. That was a good one.” “Back on track?” “You got me.” “I do. I do.” Later, as they untied the drawstring, Parker said, “A baby. Wow. That would be… a lot. I’ll need to think about it.” “Let’s take the whole year to think about it. ‘Good in every season,’ right? And then we can decide by next handfasting.” Summer Julia Bristow was so apologetic about recruiting Meagan for a bit of camp counseling that Parker eventually had to leave her office just to escape the “I’m Sorry” bombardment. Luckily he had plenty to occupy himself. The New Mexican scenery wasn’t so much suggesting photography as demanding it. He tramped up the hillside above the camp and started shooting. But it was almost too easy. The mountains were throwing themselves at his lens, and he barely had to think, so his mind kept drifting back to Meagan. It’s either that or you can’t keep your mind off her, boy. They hadn’t been apart for so long in years. They’d done the long-distance thing during his senior year, and of course during that first summer, so it was an old familiar problem. It had even been a nice change of pace for a couple of days. But he’d woken up in the tent that morning before dawn and wondered where she’d gone—forgetting that she’d never been there. And then he’d remembered. And then he’d debated packing up the tent and driving for Camp Bristow then and there. He’d checked the time, decided 5:15am was too early, decided to go back to sleep and head out at a more reasonable hour, like maybe 7 or 8. He made it as far as 5:37, and was on the road by 6:03. Since he’d left so damn early and had made good time, he shouldn’t have been disappointed that Meagan wasn’t simply there waiting for him. But of course she wasn’t, and of course he was, and Julia had noticed and started apologizing, and that was why he was up on the hillside trying and failing to lose himself in shadow and line and color and angle. Maybe if I switched film…? I think I’m still gonna miss her in black and white. But it would look dramatic as heck, so he switched anyway. The contours and lines of the New Mexican mountains should pop right out, but of course he couldn’t tell if the shot had come out right. Kinda like not knowing how a relationship will turn out. But you gotta take the shot anyway. He felt hungry. He’d had breakfast, though, and it took him a moment to realize that this was just another sign of missing Meagan. He wanted her so bad that it was starting to come through in physical symptoms. He was sneaking glances at the camp between every few shots to see if she was back yet, as if he’d even be able to tell from this distance. He wondered about taking black-and-white photos of wildflowers, and squatted down to do a few of those just to see what would happen, and to keep his eye on his work and instead of the camp. That occupied him for a while, and when he looked up, Meagan was running straight for him. He had just enough time to get to his feet and get the camera around and shorten the shutter speed and snap one off before she tackled him. Holy shit, I hope I got that one, he thought, and then he couldn’t think of anything else but her. “Missed you,” she whispered in his ear when the kiss broke. “Love you,” he whispered back. A few minutes later, in another breath break, he said, “So I know we’re not supposed to have perfect moments…” “I’ll allow it,” she said. “Just this once.” The picture, when he developed it, had a lot of technical problems; he would have to crop it to get the angle and framing straight. And it hadn’t been ideal film for an action shot, though at least he’d sped it up; with the exposure time he’d been using on the flowers, it would have been hopelessly muddled. But he’d caught her in midstride, and with a look on her face that he’d savor forever. Not an adoring or loving look—she’d been looking where to put her feet, not looking at him. But of course she’d been looking intently. Which meant she wanted to get as close as she could as quick as she could, and that meant everything. Years later, he hung a print of the picture in the front hall where he could see it every day. Spring “I’m sorry, love, I wanted to do more for your birthday, but I’m exhausted.” “I understand. Rain check until next weekend?” “For full scale fuckin’? I hope so. But for tonight, though, if you want to get the pictures out, I’ll remember with you.” “You’re sure.” “Sex ain’t optional. We’ve been over this. Even if it has to be a little minimal tonight.” “Hand job?” “Mmm, why don’t you get yourself started, and I’ll finish you?” “I’ll take it.” He spread the photos out—a mixture now of the old Polaroids and the more recent prints. “Now to see which one holds his attention the longest,” she murmured. “I really do like this one of you and the tree…” “It does help me to hold when I put something between my legs. Just never thought it would be an entire tree trunk.” “And I really like this one from our first photoshoot ever.” “I remember that night. You kept me waiting for ages. My god was I bursting.” She picked up another picture from that photoshoot—a little less revealing, more artsy. “And my god was I young.” “You haven’t changed a bit.” “Liar. You’ve seen the lines around my eyes.” “Those are from smiling so much. I count those as a gain.” “I wish they were. Too much stress, lover. Too much stress.” “Want a back rub?” “Maybe later. You’re in the middle of something.” “This one from the New Year’s blackout is super-hot.” “Let me see… mm. Dramatic as fuck with that lighting. And those crossed legs. I see the appeal.” “But my favorite is this one.” “Was I holding it in that shot?” “No, you’d already peed.” “I thought I looked more relaxed… so why is it your favorite?” “Because of how incredible you look. And your attitude. That over-the-shoulder look—and the hat, of course, absolutely is the cherry on top. You are so gorgeous. That day, in that picture, you show how much you know it. The beauty inside and the beauty outside match up.” She placed a hand on his hand on his hard-on, stopping his stroking. “Say that again,” she said. “The beauty inside and the beauty outside?” She took a quick breath. “If you want to come in me, and you’re willing to be on top, and you say things like that while you’re doing it, you’re welcome to fuck me.” “If you’re too tired…” “Oh, you’d do all the moving.” “But then you’d have to go clean up. And you look pretty cozy as is.” She shrugged. “Up to you.” “Let’s stick with the deal tonight,” he said, “and fuck like bunnies next time we can.” “Then keep going, lover. And I’ll swallow.” Fall “So I just want you to know… I gotta pee.” “Again?” “Mmmmhmmmm. Just think about that for a bit, huh?” Her hand stroked him slowly. “Dear god, woman, we’ve had sex seven times in the last five days. I honestly don’t know if I’ve got any cum left in my balls. I know we’re trying, but right now any sperm you’d get out of me would be the sludge at the bottom. Not the best for baby-making.” She shrugged. “You’re so high-quality, Parker, that I’ll take your reject sperm any day.” “I’m just pretty tired.” “I gotta pee bad.” “No way you do.” “I had black tea earlier.” “Is that so?” “I may just have to cross my legs a bit…” “You’re just saying that.” “Make me wait, then.” “I think I’ll have to. I’m sorry, love, I really am, but at this rate I’ll have nothing left by handfasting time. You’re draining me dry. You’ve been on fire for days, though…” “It’s the control.” “Oh, of course! I didn’t even think. Making me cum a lot is just as much fun as making me wait, isn’t it?” “Can be.” She sighed and let his limp penis drop out of her hand. “Fuck, I was sure I could get you up again. And now I’m stuck needing to pee.” “You seriously gotta go?” “I don’t lie about peeing, Parker. Not to you. Not ever.” “Can you hold it an hour?” “Of course.” “Then keep holding. I bet I’ll be up by then.” As it was, it only took another fifteen minutes and some leg-crossing. But she did have to be on top. Spring “I’m so sorry about this delay, folks,” the receptionist said. “And I know you’re uncomfortable, Ms. McAllister, but please, if you can just wait a little longer…” “Not a problem,” Meagan said confidently. “Not yet, anyway.” “Wait, weren’t you the one…?” “Excuse me?” “Right!” the receptionist said. “Usually most of our clients go straight to the bathroom after an ultrasound, but you actually went home. That stood out in my memory.” Meagan shrugged. “Didn’t need to use it just then.” Parker squeezed her hand. “And Mr. McAllister…” “Daniels, actually.” “Oh, sorry! Mr. Daniels. You’re so good about coming to these appointments with her!” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Parker said cheerfully. After the scan was complete, though, Meagan practically sprinted for the restroom. She squeezed Parker’s hand in apology as they left the office, and then put it into words when they were back in the car. “I’m sorry, love. I tried, I really tried.” “The important thing is that we got the scan done, the baby’s healthy, and so are you.” “But—” “Nope. There will be none of that.” Meagan laid a hand on his shoulder. “This is why I love you.” “What, all of it? Just that one sentence?” “Yes. Just that one sentence. I can see the future, you see, and so our entire relationship has been built off of that one moment.” “And you didn’t warn us about…?” “Don’t run this joke into the ground, lover.” “I will say, though—if you’re feeling that apologetic, and if you’re not too tired, we could try again.” “Ooof. I may take you up on that if we hit traffic.” “That fast?” “Dude, this kiddo we’ve made is staring down my bladder like a gunslinger and saying, ‘This crotch ain’t big enough for the both of us.’ I can barely make it forty-five minutes, these days.” “What, are you telling me you’re losing? Has Meagan the Mighty met her match?” “Oh, you fuckin’ went there? Just for that, I’m holding it until after dinner.” As it was, though, they did hit traffic… Winter Parker woke up to realize Meagan was no longer in bed, and the baby was no longer screaming. He gradually became aware that there was a light on in the living room. He got up and padded quietly out to where Meagan was reading while nursing their child. I can’t believe we made her. Meagan was, unusually, not wearing a shirt or a robe, but just sitting topless on the couch as the baby nursed. Parker, standing in the doorway looking at his partner, felt an odd stirring. He realized that he recognized it. When he’d woken up a touch more, he realized that he was turned on. Meagan glanced up. “Sorry,” she said. “Didn’t mean to wake you.” “It’s fine,” he said, and came over to sit cross-legged on the couch, watching. “What’s up?” Meagan asked. “Is it weird that I find this kinda sexy?” She put her book down. “The breastfeeding, or just the breasts?” He thought about it. “You know, I’m actually not sure.” “I did think you got a little hot and bothered when I told you about feeling so full of milk and needing to nurse her. A little similar to something else, huh?” “Yeah,” he said, “…and then I felt really weird about it.” “That’s quite normal,” Meagan said. “I read up on how having a kid affects relationships. I could give you a whole lecture. But the basics are that new fathers often feel like the mothers of their children have moved out of the ‘sexy’ box in their heads, and into the ‘nurturing’ box.” “Well, you’ve always nurtured me, and that’s never stopped me from finding you sexy,” Parker said. “As to the rest… uh, you’re definitely in the ‘sexy’ box right now.” “Well, she’ll be asleep in a few minutes. And I still won’t be wearing a shirt.” “We should be asleep too. We’ve got work in the morning.” She laid a hand on his knee. “You sure? Because I also need to pee. I can’t yet, of course, because I want her to fall asleep first. And so I’ve been holding it since I woke up.” “Well, when you put it that way…” She moved her hand to the crotch of his sweatpants. “There we go.” “Mmm. How about you?” She smiled. “I’m tired and worried, and I feel extremely unsexy.” She paused. “Correction. I felt extremely unsexy until a minute ago. And one of the things that was worrying me was us. We haven’t had nearly enough sex since she was born.” “We’ve been tired. And busy.” “Yeah—but.” She fondled him through the pants. “Take a worry off my mind, handsome. Make love with me.” “Before or after you pee?” “Definitely before,” she said immediately. “Sold.” “Still gotta wait for this one to go down.” They sat, touching each other lightly and quietly, watching their child, waiting. Summer “Rest stop coming up,” Parker said quietly. “Need it?” “How long until the next one?” Meagan whispered back. “47 miles, the sign said.” “I can hold it that long.” “We can totally stop—” “Well, the kiddo’s asleep. I don’t want to wake her.” “True.” “Besides. I said I could hold it. And I said it for your benefit.” Parker took his eyes off the road to send her a half-smoldering, half-incredulous glance. “You’re serious.” She shrugged. “Like I said: the kiddo’s asleep.” “How do you want to play this out, though?” “Memorize it for later, I think.” Three miles past the rest stop, however, the kiddo woke up and complained that she needed to use the bathroom. Told that there would be another one in a bit over half an hour, she reported she couldn’t wait that long. So Parker took the next offramp, turned around, and headed back to the rest stop they just passed. Meagan took the offspring off to the restroom, Parker grabbed the chance himself, and when the family reunited by the car, the parents exchanged a look that said a lot. Sorry, love. Don’t be. There will be other times. That’s a promise. Spring The girlchild was confused. She’d learned (somewhere… how did seven-year-olds pick this stuff up?) that parents had something called anny-verse-rees, which was like a birthday because it happened every year. But she also knew that it wasn’t handfasting—that happened in fall. So what was it anniversary for? “It’s the anniversary of when your daddy and I became a couple,” Meagan answered, modeling the correct grammar in passing. The girlchild wondered if it was when they started loving each other. “That’s about right,” Parker said, grinning. This satisfied the girlchild, except that she wanted to know why mommy and daddy were leaving her with grandfa and granmama. “Because we like some private time now and then,” Parker said. “So we can oversleep.” Meagan had to bite her knuckle to keep from laughing—which would just have raised more questions… Fall “So much we can do.” “So much that we’ve done.” “And we’re together. We’ve made our mistakes, but we’re together.” “It’s a beautiful thing.” “Always has been, even in the sadness and the rage.” “True.” “Another year…” “At least one more. At the very least.” “Love you so much.” “Just like I love you.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And there you have it, folks. This is the end. Of course, I've said that before, when I announced that book three was the end, because I'd wrung the college-kid setup dry, and because I wanted to end well before the quality dropped off. But even as I posted the last chapter of "Housemates" I was thinking: Well, how would I do a "season 4"? And then that flipped around in my head to become "Four Seasons," and I decided a limited-run series, one chapter per season, would be interesting. And then I thought of how I wanted "Summertime, and the Peein's Easy" to end, and after that I had to write it and put these two kids we love through the wringer again. I needed some source of tension, and I'd never used the kink itself as the conflict in a Meagan & Parker story, so I decided to experiment. And having put them through the wringer, I decided I had to show them working out the problems in their relationship and making a real commitment to each other. Which then allowed me to spin out more and more seasons in this last segment, showing that it worked. But I gotta say, while I am so delighted with this story I've told over the years, I still think "Housemates" is the best part. So my fears about diminishing returns were true. I need to wrap this saga up for good. I definitely won't say "no Meagan and Parker ever again." But I will say any future stories will be one-shots, squeezed in here and there between the chapters we already have, and they'd have to be particularly high-quality ideas for stories or scenarios, not just "Oh, I want to see Meagan desperate again." (Plus I really do need to start writing more non-omo stories!) Thank you, all of you who have followed this story through. Thank you for the love you have for Meagan and Parker as characters, not just porn. Thank you for the encouragement and the feedback. It's been a delight to tell these tales for you, and I feel lucky that I've been able to see them through to the end. Take care, everyone.
  6. And here's the more that you stayed tuned for. ----------------------------------------- “I wish I could remember the Thai place’s number, though. And their menu. That way we could call now and pick it up on our way home.” “They’re just down the street, we can go back out for it later.” “But you might find that a bit difficult, later. If you’re still holding.” “Is that a challenge?” “I suppose it is.” “Right, then. We’ll stop by the store, get what we need there, head back to the apartment, call, go pick it up, eat, fuck, and then pee.” “You are so insanely hot just for saying that.” “I know.” The trip to the store was uneventful, except for the part where she insisted on paying since he’d done the coffee, and that meant finding a quiet aisle and having him reach into her back pocket with his free hand to get her wallet out. He only copped the briefest feel of her butt as he did so. As they arrived home, Parker said, “Wait. I feel like I oughta carry you across the threshhold.” She laughed. “Or I should carry you. Besides, you already did that, remember? At Dacy’s wedding.” “I guess I did.” “And I don’t know how well you’d manage with only one hand.” “Good point.” “But it is special, isn’t it?” she said, as he managed the lock and they stepped inside. She quickly kissed him. “Love you,” she whispered. “I know.” They put the groceries away, figuring out as they went that they could reach across the entire kitchen between the two of them. “Not having my dominant hand free is kind of a pain in the ass.” “It’s probably good for you.” “We should just swap off. Retie the knot and have you using your left hand.” “If we start untying and retying for convenience, that kinda defeats the message, doesn’t it?” “Oh, all right. But next year, we’re tying your left hand.” Groceries stowed—it only took about half again as long as it should have if they’d had both their hands free—Parker drew Meagan close and asked, “How’re you doing now?” “I,” she replied, “am ecstatically in love with you. That’s how I’m doing.” “I meant—” “I know exactly what you meant,” she said, and kissed him. “You want to call the restaurant?” “Not until I get a status check.” “I,” she repeated her dramatic slight pause, “need to pee. But I won’t go yet. I promised.” “How bad?” “Pfft. This is nothing.” “Then I’ll call the restaurant in a while.” “Let’s at least check out the menu, then.” “You’re just hoping I get hungry looking at it.” “I’m not hoping, I know you’ll get hungry. I’m already hungry, is all.” “Oh, in that case…!” As they looked at the menu on Parker’s laptop, Meagan said, “Oh, and I’m gonna go up an extra star on the spiciness today.” “You sure? You generally top out at two.” “Mmmhmm. But that means I’ll have to drink extra water, now won’t it?” “You are amazing. But let’s just get one thing with three stars, okay? I want you to be able to actually enjoy your dinner.” “You’re amazing, thinking of me like that.” “Always.” “Always have so far, anyway. But I like the trend.” It was Parker’s turn to pay, but Meagan made the call. “Twenty minutes until pickup,” she said. “Wanna do anything until then?” “Well, we could make out, or we could waste time on the internet.” “Let’s make out. Might not want to as much after we’ve had all the spicy food.” (It should be noted in passing here that both Meagan and Parker were from the US Midwest and had no idea how mild their “spicy” food would be by global standards. But the important thing was that it would indeed make Meagan drink more water.) They didn’t make it the full twenty minutes. After ten or so the kissing trailed off a bit, but only because they started talking. Meagan, resting her head on Parker’s chest and tracing his cheekbones with her left fingers, murmurred, “You know another good thing about this? If we’d done a normal wedding, we’d never have time for this much making out and cuddling on the big day. I mean, Dacy and Clark barely saw each other until the ceremony… and they were so busy during the ceremony and the reception they barely had time for each other. I’d even be willing to bet that they didn’t have sex that night.” “I’d bet they did,” Parker said, “what with Clark taking her top off in the hot tub and all.” “Yeah, but everyone was exhausted.” “We managed.” “We weren’t on stage the whole day.” “And we weren’t on stage today, either,” Parker said. “I see your point. I do think we’re missing one possibility, though.” Mmm?” “You holding it in a wedding dress. That would be hot.” She chuckled. “Reminds me of Dacy getting desperate…” “How did you manage that for her?” “Not my story to tell. But it involved a lot of helping hands. You know, I could put my bridesmaid dress on, if that would be nice.” “Probably a little cold for November. Besides, I really like you in jeans and a sweatshirt. My sweatshirt, to be specific.” “But that dress pressed on my bladder so much.” “That was nice—but today, I don’t necessarily want to hurry this,” Parker pointed out. “I like the buildup.” “Mmmm. You really, really do. So watch me closely when we go to the restaurant, ‘kay? I think you’ll like what you see.” They went down the block, still hand in hand of course. Their food was ready, but to pay they had to wait in line. Parker did as he’d been told, and watched while they waited. A few moment of this, and he bent close to Meagan’s ear and whispered, “So you’re gonna have to tell me when to pay, when to leave, stuff like that. ‘Cause right now I can’t see anything but you.” She whispered back, “And do you like what you see?” “So much.” She grinned, and pulled him forward to the counter. Outside, bag of food in hand, walking home, she said under the cover of the traffic noise, “So, getting hard?” “A little.” “Excellent.” “That was so subtle in there. But since I knew what to look for…” “Exactly.” The day was disappearing, and autumn evening coming on. The slight warmth of the November sun had disappeared, and they shivered. “Does it smell like snow?” Parker asked. She took a sniff. “No, I don’t think so.” “Wishful thinking, then.” “We won’t always get snowbound, love.” “Yes, but it’s so excellent when we do.” Inside, they faced a problem. “I don’t know how to get this hoodie off without untying,” Meagan said. “You can take your bra off under your shirt but you can’t do this?” “For that I have both hands free.” “Should we just leave the hoodies on, then?” She shook her head violently. “I want you naked tonight. And I’m willing to bet you want me naked, too.” “Good call. Hmmmm.” “I think we have to get untied, just for a bit,” she said, “and then re-tie after.” “Yeah, I guess so,” Parker said. “I’m beginning to think this ‘stay-handfasted all day’ tradition predates the invention of the sweatshirt. So, here’s the compromise: we have to stay holding hands. But we’ll switch hands.” “Oooh, do I get to be right-handed again?” “I was looking forward to feeding you. Like at that one Thanksgiving.” “You know, it’s kinda hilarious that that’s the only Thanksgiving we ever remember.” “I remember the Thanksgiving at Franklin, too. It just wasn’t near as much fun.” “True. Okay, here’s my compromise. We switch hands, so I can have my right hand free again. We’ll feed each other—that only seems right. But I see what you mean, and I’ll raise you a different kind of help: you can help me hold.” Parker’s heart began to thump. “How do you mean?” “When I need to hold myself—and note I said when, not if—you’ll do it for me.” “That’s exactly what I thought you meant.” “You like it.” “I do.” “Wasn’t asking. I can tell from your pulse.” “All right, let’s do it.” The next few minutes were a hilarious scramble of arms and hands and sleeves, and they were both laughing uncontrollably by the time they had the hoodies off, and Meagan gasped through her giggles, “Hey lover? Help already?” “What?” “Help me hold! Now!” He quickly slid his hand—the only one he had free—between her legs and pressed. “Lower and harder,” she said. “That’s what she said,” he commented, and that set her off laughing again, and she crossed her legs right over his hand, and between howls she scolded him, “Don’t… you dare… do that… again!” Finally the laughter subsided. “Can I take my hand away now?” “Yeah, I’m good. Thank you, lover. I just about pissed myself,” Meagan said. “Me! I nearly pissed my pants! In fact…” She thrust her free hand down her pants and sighed with relief. “Nope. Still dry.” “If you wet yourself laughing, I think you could be forgiven. A little giddiness is expected on a day like today, yeah?” “But Parker, I’ve got a reputation! Admittedly you’re the only one who knows it…” “What, none of your friends ever figured out you’re so good at holding it?” “It’s never come up.” “No road trips where you had to stop for them?” “Probably? But I don’t remember. You gotta understand, I started paying a lot more attention to this particular bodily function once I started dating you. In the ‘Before Parker’ era, it was just something you had to deal with. I wasn’t exactly collecting stats. Can we eat now?” “I’m not super-hungry…” “But the food will get cold if we don’t eat now, and I promised you I’d hold it right through dinner and through our fucking afterward, and so I’d like to get started, please.” He kissed her, and let his hand slip between her legs again. “We could just go straight to the fucking now. And microwaves exist.” She grinned. “They do. But I still wanna do it this way. Keep both of us waiting just a little bit longer.” “You’re gonna get me hard first, though, aren’t you.” “You know me so well. It’s like we’re partners.” “We are, aren’t we?” She started by taking off his shirt, and then letting him return the favor. When they were both naked from the waist up and re-tied, she grabbed his free hand with hers and held it to her breast, then dropped her own hand to feel him up. When he was, in fact, quite hard, she smiled and said, “’Kay, let’s eat!” They had to figure out the geometry of their new handfasted configuration. It posed some challenges. “I kinda envisioned you on my lap for the eating part,” Parker said. “I envisioned you on mine. But I don’t see it working.” “Maybe it’s better this way. Our handfasting begins on an equal footing!” They ended up sitting next to each other on the couch. They took turns feeding each other, dropping only a little of the food here and there (“Imagine the mess if we’d tried chopsticks.” “We’d have to put down a tarp.”) and reveling in the togetherness. Meagan, Parker noted with great interest, was in her locked-down stage. “I love you so much,” he said. “What you do to turn me on.” “It’s a little tricky, since we haven’t done this for a while—but it’s also like riding a bicycle. I don’t think I’m gonna set any records today, love, but I’ll last as long as we need me to.” “I love that ‘we’, too.” “Well, it’s true, isn’t it? By the way, if you’re not hard right now we should work on that.” “I feel you should decide when and how to pee.” “You sure? Because I already picked the time, and I already made you come whether you liked it or not.” “I’m sure.” “There aren’t a lot of things we haven’t done.” “Pick an old favorite, then.” “Mmmm. I want… I want you to help me, somehow. Help me hold more, and then help me pee…” “Remember the peanut butter jar?” “Perfect. Do we still have that?” “I think that particular jar didn’t survive the move, but I think that random old water bottle you used during the blackout is around here somewhere.” Having finished eating, Meagan snuggled up to him. “I’m cold,” she said. “I can tell,” he said, caressing her hard nipples. “And I gotta pee.” “Well, we gotta wash up first, don’t we?” “Of course we do.” It was always warmer in the kitchen, at least, but now Meagan had to contend with running water as they washed their plates and forks—because of course they had to work together, him holding a plate while she scrubbed. Before long she had to cross her legs. They didn’t bother with drying. As Meagan put the last plate in the drying rack, Parker ran his hand down her neck, across her breast, and stopped over her bladder. “If you press on me right there, this evening’s gonna get a lot shorter,” Meagan warned. “Just checking.” “Use your words.” “How are you?” “Lover, I gotta go real bad. Running water wasn’t easy.” “Time to go to bed?” She kissed him and drew him into the bedroom. His pants and boxers came off, and she spent a little time appreciating what she found underneath them. But then he reached to unzip her jeans, and she grabbed his wrist. “We’re gonna need to do that carefully, ’kay?” “How carefully?” She crossed her legs again, then loosened the knot that tied their hands together so they could move a bit more freely. Then with her free hand she unzipped, slowly. And finally she drew their tied-together hands to her crotch, slipping their ten fingers under the waistband of her panties. “Help me hold, lover,” she whispered in his ear. “And turn me on. Oh, and help me with my clothes?” “You’ll need to uncross…” “I know. That’s why I want your help.” She carefully brought her legs apart. It did take both hands—her free one and his free one—to get her jeans and panties off. “Mmmmmm,” she said. “That makes it so much harder. Press down, lover, or I’m gonna leak all over your hand.” “And hearing that makes me so much harder…” “Lemme see—yup, that’s a nice hard one.” She gave it a quick appreciative stroke. “I love, love, love how hard I can make you.” “And how much you can push my buttons,” he said. He kissed her neck, twice. “Like, say, in a library.” She flushed, shivered appreciatively, and stretched a bit. “That was so excellent,” she said. “Come to bed and tell me more.” “Do we want a towel?” She hesitated. “I kinda want it to be a challenge for me to not let one drop out…” “I guess there would be time to wash the sheets after if we had to.” “Yeah, let’s get a towel.” She kissed him. “I don’t wanna let you out of bed the rest of tonight. At least not to do laundry.” They grabbed a towel from the cold bathroom, then hurried back to the somewhat-warmer bedroom and spread the towel out. Meagan lay down on it, spread her legs, and brought their joined hands back to her crotch. This time Parker’s hand was underneath hers. He did press down hard with the heel of his hand, but he also crooked a finger back to find her clit. She arched her back as he did. “The thing about the library?” Parker said. “I was just so shocked. The only time you’ve ever done anything like that was in my parents’ yard—and then it was nighttime. And we had fences around us. Or you got me off out in the woods, when we were out in the open but alone. But just right there in the library stacks?” Her eyes half-closed in pleasure, from his touch or his words he didn’t know. But her ear-to-ear grin, he guessed, was from what he was saying. He kept going. “I didn’t really have a choice, though, did I? Because you just kept pushing right on my kink. Just would not take softening for an answer. ‘I’m gonna be so desperate,’ you said.” “Mmmmmmhmmmmm.” She was beginning to writhe under his fingers and his words and the pressure in her bladder. “And as a matter of fact, I am…” “But the other thing that made me hard was hearing how turned on you were. Telling me how wet you were. And telling me how wet you’d be tonight. What really made me come was hearing that. Well, that and what you were doing with your hand.” “And my lips. Don’t forget that. Mmmmmmmm. Move your finger slightly to the left and tell me again, Parker-partner…” “I didn’t have a choice,” he repeated. “I was so nervous that someone would see us, and a little embarrassed, and terrified of how we’d have to explain. But what you were saying and doing was just too much. The fact that you were already holding for me, and promised to keep right on doing it until—well, right now, really—and then telling me how hot it made you… I could feel it coming. I couldn’t hold—heh. I couldn’t hold my own cum.” Meagan made a noise he’s almost never heard from her, a kind of gasp, almost a sob, and bucked. Bucked against their joined hands, squeezing his between hers and her body beneath as she arched up off the towel. She turned her head blindly and wildly, thumping against his own in the process, hunting for his mouth to kiss. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and kissed him desperately, hungrily. Then she tore her lips away but kept her forehead pressed against his, and gasped, “Again!” “You made me so hard, with your words,” he said. “Telling me how wet you were. How much you wished you could just take me right then and there. We wouldn’t need lube, you said. That was what did it, really. You made me come in the library stacks, like it or not, talking about how turned on you were…” She cried out again and her climax hit her like an earthquake. Shudder after shudder went through her. He felt it in her frantic breath against his neck, in her racing pulse, in the vise-grip of their tied-together hands, in the way she ground the nub of her clitoris against his fingers. Then the waves ebbed—not gone, but subsiding. Her arching slackened. Her pulse was still racing, though, and he experimentally touched her clit again. She spasmed again, but she gasped, “Stop, stop, stop.” “I bet I could make you come again.” “I’d lose all the pee,” she said. “How’d you hold it?” “I have no idea. But lover—partner—I’m so desperate after that, but I wanna keep my promise and have you come in me before I go.” “Well, we know you’ll be wet enough.” “I can’t do it that way, I’d wet the bed on your first thrust,” she said. “But it’s better this way. I wanted to do it this way anyway. I want you to come on my boobs.” “You’re sure.” “Fuckin’ right I’m sure.” “So we’ll need lube after all!” She grinned. “And Parker?” “Yeah?” “I am absolutely bursting. But take your time.” It was not the easiest position they’d ever fucked in. Meagan squeezed her boobs together with her arms, but of course her right hand was still tied to Parker’s left. And her left hand had to be buried between her double-crossed legs. But Parker wasn’t worried. Buried in her warm flesh, slick with lube, he’d be able to come most any day. And considering the wriggling she was doing—considering what she was saying… “Oh fuck, Parker, I am so desperate,” she whispered. “I haven’t had to pee like this since… I don’t know, maybe my graduation. Come for me, lover, come right on me, because I gotta go!” Between her breasts, her beautiful breasts, and with total permission, and with her words ringing in his ears, he almost came on the third thrust. He managed to hold back, and made it through the fifth slow slide in before she noticed. “You holdin’ back on me?” she asked, grinning. “You said… I could take… my time.” “I did, but lover?” “Hmm?” “I have to pee so bad.” And again, just like in the library, he didn’t really have a choice. “There you go,” she said with a grin. “And now, I hate to interrupt the afterglow, but can I please please please pee now?” “In a second,” he said, still panting. “Parker, I just leaked.” He rolled off of her, dribbling a little on her belly as he did, and reached for the water bottle. She sat up and swung her legs off the bed. He unscrewed the top and held it up to her groin in the nick of time. “Oh, fuck!” Meagan gasped as she let go. “Feels like coming all over again…” He kissed her. “I love you,” he said. “Right back at you—so much.” Her usual piss explosion passed quickly and she collapsed back onto the bed. He recapped the bottle and set it aside. “I should wash up,” she said, “but I don’t wanna get up.” “I’d go get a washcloth and clean you, since I was the one who made the mess,” he said, “but turns out I’m still tied to you.” She pushed herself up on her free arm enough to kiss him again, and then said, “Well, maybe it’s time to untie the knot.” “But only literally, not figuratively.” She grinned. “Not for a year and a day!” When he’d washed her off, and with both of them under the covers, and with her snuggled close against him, he mused, “A year and a day.” “Well, we’ve done the day. And it was amazing.” “Seriously. This was not what I was expecting, when we woke up…” “I’m so happy, Parker. I’m so happy I almost don’t trust it.” “Trust it,” he said firmly. “Trust me.” “I do. I really do.” “So—a year.” “And then the year after that, and the year—and a day—after that…” “I won’t try to imagine how many times,” he said. “Tonight, of all nights, I think we can imagine.” “No pressure?” “Not right now.” “Well. We can certainly imagine the year. Thanksgiving coming, and then Christmas after; should we go home for that again?” “Yes please. Maybe we’ll do Thanksgiving on our own, but I love Christmas with your family.” “Yours now, too.” “That… sounds pretty amazing.” “I’m pretty stunned by it.” “And then maybe we’ll go somewhere in the summer. A road trip.” “Mmmm. We had a lot of fun on our last one, didn’t we?” “Yeah, but let’s get out of Michigan this time. Go see some real mountains. Or the ocean.” “Mountains. We’ve seen the ocean.” “You don’t want to see me in a bikini again?” “Didn’t say that. But still, mountains.” “Even if I’m squirming a little?” “You have such talent, my love; I bet you’ll be able to squirm in the mountains, too.” “Okay. And then after that…”
  7. Don't feel bad, it's not oversharing! But I don't have a good answer for you beyond "the bladder presses on the clitoris from the inside", which you already knew.
  8. Yeah, Meagan's not the marrying type because of her family background. This compromise is as close as she can get. Here's a bit more! ----------------------------------------- Someone was waiting for the bathroom as they left, and blinked as they walked past, but nobody said anything. Parker was still eager to get out as quick as he could, but Meagan knew where she was going. As with many coffeeshops, there was a water jug for refilling bottles, and also a few cups stacked next to it. She filled one, knocked it back, filled it again, knocked that back too, then set the glass aside on the busing station and led the way out of the shop. “Where to next?” Parker said. “I don’t think I want to go home just yet.” “Definitely not,” Meagan said. “Can we do things my way for a bit?” “In public?” “Semi-public,” she replied. “Getting more potentially public as the day goes on, though…” Parker hesitated, then said, “You really want to, don’t you.” “Mmmmhmmmm.” “Then I trust you.” “’Kay!” she said with glee. “Next stop, the library!” “Where now?” “Library basement.” “But isn’t that the other way?” “We’re taking the long way around.” She squeezed his hand. “Gotta let that extra water work through me, huh?” “I thought we were doing your way.” “We are. But I want to give you something to think about. Annnnd I felt that shiver too!” “Downside to this handfasting thing,” Parker muttered. “No secrets.” “You’ve got no secrets from me anyway,” she said. “I suppose that’s true.” Still no one noticed, or commented, as they walked hand-in-bound-hand through the campus. At one point Meagan dragged him into a brief run over to stomp on some crunchy-looking leaves. At a couple points Parker stopped her to look at a particularly photogenic tree in the late-autumn sunlight. But eventually they circled around to the science library, and pushed their way in, and went down into the basement. “So I actually do need to do a little homework down here,” Meagan admitted quietly. “But since I can’t write as long as we’re—” and here she just squeezed his hand “—then you’re gonna have to take a few notes for me, okay?” “Okay…” “Not a lot,” she said. “I just need to double-check some journal citations. But it does mean I’ll need to do some reading. Want to find a photography magazine or something?” “I’ll just watch you,” Parker said—and then, “Heh. That shivering thing goes both ways, huh?” It was compact shelving down here in the basement, with the shelves squeezed close together on tracks, so Parker got to help by spinning the controls and moving the shelving far enough apart to slip in and look for the right psychology journals. “Isn’t this all online now?” Parker asked. Quietly, of course—this was a library. “A lot of it is, but not all of it,” she replied, equally quietly. And then, more quietly still, she added, “But in the online journals, I couldn’t do this.” And she pulled him towards her and unzipped his fly. “Umm…” “My way, remember?” she whispered. “It’s not just about making you wait,” and here she slid her finger into the fly of his boxers, “it’s about control.” “Are you sure about this?” Parker asked, hardening rapidly. “Not a lot of traffic down here. Not as much staff on Sundays, either. And definitely not the first time the library’s been used like this. Are you okay with this?” “I don’t want to come on the books.” “I can swallow. Just say the word. But I want to hear you say it. Are you okay?” “I think I am…” She stroked him a little faster. “I gotta pee again already, but I can handle that much more liquid.” His hard-on got so stiff so quick it didn’t have room to get out through his fly in time, and he groaned with the sudden awkward pressure. She quickly maneuvered him loose. “Anyone could walk by…” “That’s the idea. So stay facing me.” “You’re really, really sure?” he whispered. “Because… I kinda wanted to come in you tonight.” “I think you can probably come twice today,” she breathed. “I just don’t want sex later to be disappointing for you.” She kissed him, still stroking. “If you give me this memory, it really won’t be.” Then she added, “Someone’s coming. No, don’t put it away! Very unlikely they’re looking for this aisle.” She stood even closer to him, taking his free hand in hers and holding all their hands down at their sides, and then kissed him again. “There. They moved on.” “But they’re still down here.” “Mmhmm. You’ll have to come quietly.” “If I can,” he whispered. He was already starting to wilt. She immediately started stroking again, quickly. “So you know I gotta pee,” she breathed into his ear. “I promise you, right now, I won’t pee a bit until we’ve made love in our bed tonight.” “Tonight? Really?” She rolled her eyes. “Wellllll… later today. But I will hold it for you. I’m gonna be absolutely bursting by the time we get to that. So much pressure. I’m gonna be squirming and dancing around. I’m already getting excited thinking about it.” “Excited…?” “Lover, I’m already wet for you. If I could drop my pants right now, we wouldn’t need lube. Some of that’s from this right now. Some of that is from imagining what we’ll do. I’m gonna have to go so, so bad… but I committed, didn’t I?” “I’m gonna…” “Whoops, so you are,” she said, dropping to her knees. When he finished, she wiped her chin, then stood up and zipped him up. “Thank you for that, lover,” she whispered in his ear. “It seems like you did something for me… but I get it. I did do something for you, didn’t I? That feeling of power.” “Mmmmhmmmmmm.” “But now we actually have to do your homework. Unless that was just an excuse to get me down here.” “Well… kind of, yeah. A lot of these hard copies have been scanned and uploaded to JSTOR, so I could look at them from home if I need to.” “For shame, luring me down here under false pretenses! C’mon, show me which ones you need and we’ll do your homework now.” It was not the most efficient note-taking session ever, as Meagan couldn’t write, and had to teach Parker her note-taking system so it would match her other research, and point out which quotes she wanted him to copy down, and so on—and all the while doing it quietly, since it was a library. “We could do this a lot better at home,” Meagan murmured. “We’re doing okay.” “But there’s something else we could do at home, too. Or at least something else I could do.” “Hmmm?” “Squirm.” He grinned and shook his head. “No. No way. You’re Meagan the Mighty, you can hold it without squirming. We are gonna finish this research if it takes all afternoon, and you’re not gonna distract your scribe with any squirming. Or talking about squirming, either.” They got through the particular journal article she wanted, and then got up and returned it to the expandable shelving, and then Meagan said, “Okay, we can go home now.” “Are you done? Completely done?” “Most everything else I can get online.” “‘Most’?” “Okay, okay, there’s one more…” They returned to their study table and she again began pouring over the text. A few moments later she closed it up. “There’s nothing I need in this one,” she said. He tsked and shook his head. “No, I’m serious! I thought this article would have something I needed, but it didn’t. Research goes like that sometimes. I’m not just trying to get home faster.” “All right,” he relented. “And to prove I’m not just trying to hurry home, let’s swing by the store. There’s something I want for dinner tonight. Well, for after dinner.” They walked along at a leisurely pace, arms swinging between them. “How you doin’, love?” he asked. “Or, should I ask—how ya doin’, partner?” She shivered. “It’s like that, huh?” he said, grinning. “That was from what you said,” she told him firmly. “I gotta go, but I can wait a lot longer. Which is good, because I’m gonna have to, aren’t I? Get to the store… get dinner… eat dinner… sex… then peeing. Probably not for a couple more hours.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe how lucky I am,” he said. “And I’m so grateful that we’re doing this again.” She shrugged. “It feels natural, for us. I mean, the first time I ever made you come, it was from peeing in that trash can.” “Yeah, that was amazing.” “It’s still one of my life goals to make you come over my shoulder again,” she said. “I was pretty proud of that. And now that I’m holding it again, and seeing how much it’s turning you on—well, it’s like riding a bicycle. I remember how to do it, and I remember why I’d want to.” “I just thought—I thought you’d never hold it for me again.” “The only way that’ll ever happen,” she said firmly, “is if we break up. It’s never been the holding part, Parker. Since we’re doing old memories, remember just before that first sex, when I told you to take the towel off me?” “Indeed I do.” “I wanted to prove to you that the holding pee thing really, really wasn’t a problem. And it still wasn’t, these last few months. What you did to me wasn’t about the holding, it was about crossing boundaries and breaking trust.” “I know. But associating holding with boundary-crossing—that and the fact I didn’t deserve any rewards after what I did…” “Deserve’s got nothing to do with it,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze. “I wasn’t punishing you, lover. Partner. The associating, though—yeah. But if I can’t get myself over that, I’m not much good as a future therapist, now am I?” “I guess not.” “Change of subject,” she said. “What are we getting for takeout?” “I had an idea about that.” “And are you gonna tell me?” “Just waiting for the appropriately dramatic moment.” “Oh, I see. Drumroll…” “Thai.” She threw back her head and laughed. “Amazing. Of course. Let’s do it.” --------------------------------- Stay tuned for more!
  9. I used to feel like that, but after multiple partners told me it was (a) pretty normal and not a problem for them, or (b) something they'd actually enjoy doing with me, I've changed my attitude. But it sounds like you don't want to change your attitude, so maybe my other experience will help. The only success I've ever had in walking away from this fetish comes from boredom with it or distraction from it, not from trying to stop. If you try to stop, you're gonna be thinking about it all the time, focusing on it. Brains can't handle the word "no" very well, so if you're telling yourself "no fetish stuff!", then all your brain hears is "fetish stuff!" So if you want to quit this, you need to focus on something else entirely. Do some sexual exploration and see if there's anything else you like that's "safer". Or focus on a new or renewed relationship. Or just get yourself really, really busy. But I'll tell you right now, from what I know about humans, if you try to make yourself repulsed by this fetish, you might succeed... but that doesn't mean you'd actually stop. You'd keep going, but feel even worse about it. Don't run away from it. Make your peace with it, like I did -- or run toward something else.
  10. I was stalling because I hadn't actually finished writing. But as of this morning, it's done. Here is part of it: --------------------------------------- A Sunday in early November. Blue skies peeping between clouds. A few autumn leaves still glorious on the trees; many more crunching underfoot. After a thumping football win the night before, and the celebrations that followed, the University of Michigan campus was quiet that day; a few students passing here and there, at least a few of them doing Walks of Hopefully-Not-Shame in party clothes they’d clearly slept in, or at least slept near. In contrast Meagan wore her battered old jacket over a sweatshirt stolen from Parker, and Parker wore his winter coat for the first time that year. But if the sun stayed out, he’d probably need to unzip. Fall was slipping into winter, but it hadn’t gone yet. “You know what this reminds me of?” Parker asked. “Hmm?” “Thanksgiving Break that one time.” “Oh my god,” Meagan said. “Best Thanksgiving ever. Ridiculous fun.” “Yeah. I wish you got a full week off here at Michigan, too.” “A five-day weekend is still pretty nice. Gives us time to get down to your parents’ and back.” “But it’s not a full week of… um, special sex.” “We weren’t fuckin’ every day that week.” “No, but it was a lot.” “Roommates gone, college kids in love…” Meagan said. “Still in love, I hope.” She turned and kissed him quickly on the cheek. “Yup.” “Good.” “But funny how having a little more privacy keeps leading to a little less sex. We had our own room in Franklin, but we didn’t have as much sex… now we don’t even have housemates and we’ve had even less…” “It’ll pick up now that we’re doing Date Night again,” Parker said. “Yeah, but hear me out: should we get another roommate? Just so when they leave, we appreciate the privacy more and do lots of fuckin’?” “How can I phrase this…? I admire your outside-the-box thinking and your creativity in your dedication to our relationship,” he said. “But please god no.” She laughed aloud, flinging back her head. He brushed the hair out of her eyes, and those eyes sparkled. “Well, if you’re not tired of ridiculous ideas, I have another one,” she said, much more softly. “Oh?” “Have you ever heard of handfasting?” “Mayyybe? But even if I have, I haven’t heard enough to know anything about it.” “So I’ve been doing some research,” she said. “I thought I remembered something… and it turns out that I might have been right, depending on who you ask. Anyway: handfasting. Old Celtic tradition. Literally tying two hands together to show the bond between two people. It’s apparently where the phrase ‘tie the knot’ comes from. Sometimes it’s a betrothal—what we would call an engagement. Sometimes it’s a wedding. And sometimes it’s a temporary marriage.” “I didn’t know that was a thing.” “Well, all marriages are temporary. But we don’t usually think of them that way, do we? But when it wasn’t a marriage itself, handfasting had a time limit. Usually a year and a day. And at the end of the year—and the day—if the couple wasn’t happy, they’d break up. No hard feelings, clean break, done.” “Huh.” “So I can’t marry you, Parker. Blame my parents if you want, but marriage is just not me. And I look lousy in white.” She drew a deep breath. “But I would totally handfast with you. And if we’re still good after that year, we could do it again. And again.” “Stringing middles together for a long, long, time,” Parker murmured. “Hmm?” “What we said the day you graduated.” “Oh, right! I remember. With the thunderstorm?” “Also the running through the house naked. And the bathtub.” “Heh. Yeah. That was a good day.” “And not an ending, as it turned out,” Parker said. “Though it was definitely happy.” “Yup. So, whaddya say, lover? A year and a day?” “Starting now?” “Well, I thought maybe over Thanksgiving…” “Meagan,” Parker said, fiercely, “I would start this second if you had any string.” “Generally people use ribbons these days—wait, do you mean that? This second?” Parker took her hand in his, holding it up between them, twining his fingers through hers. “Tie it,” he whispered. “My god,” Meagan answered, just as quietly. “I thought you’d need to think about it more.” “Been thinking about marrying you for a while. If handfasting is how we do it: tie the knot.” With her free hand she cupped his cheek. “You’re sure.” “It’s not like I’ve been putting up with you all these years. Tie it.” She kissed him, long and slow and sweet. “For a year and a day,” she warned. “For six months and six hours. For seven years and a week. For three months and three minutes. For any length of time we choose. And a year and a day sounds beautiful to me.” “I think we should wait,” she said. “That’s fine. How long?” “Dunno. How long is it gonna take us to find a ribbon?” He grinned. “The bookstore has an art supply section.” The bookstore, however, was closed on Sundays. Meagan sighed. “Do we have anything back at the apartment…?” Parker looked at her, taking in her pondering expression, the way her eternal sweatshirt and jeans only mostly hid her delicious curves, her hair falling around her hood… “Got it,” he said, and tugged on the drawstring of her hoodie. Well, his hoodie. Originally, at least. “Genius,” she said to him, tenderly, and managed to unthread the cord without strangling herself. “Ready?” “Hold up, hold up.” “You wanted to do it this second.” “Still do. But maybe not in front of a closed bookstore. And maybe we should think of some nice words to say, huh?” “Good point.” She looked around, and then took him by the hand and pulled him over to a spreading tree that still had many of its lovely orange leaves on it. Standing in the rest of the leaves (on the ground) she said, “How about this?” “Fantastic. And what to say?” “Something about in the eyes of all the gods and men…” “Neither gods nor men in sight at the moment.” “Well, the God of Hedgehogs, surely.” “Of course.” Parker held up his hand. Meagan matched it and pressed her palm against his, then intertwined their fingers as he had done not long before. He could feel her hand trembling. “Before the eyes of the God of All the Hedgehogs, I, Meagan McAllister, take you, Parker, to have and to hold for a year and a day, in sickness and health and in love and in rage and in everything in between.” Her voice shook, but only a little. “And I, Paker Daniels,” he said, heart suddenly hammering, “before the eyes of the God of Hedgehogs, take you, Meagan, to have and to hold for a year and a day, in, uh… no matter what.” She grinned, and then took the sweatshirt drawstring and held one end in place with her thumb; he folded his thumb over to double down on the security. Then she began cris-crossing the string around their hands and in between their fingers. He suggested a few loops and tucks. And then the knot was tied and they stood there beneath the spreading tree and kissed, and the whole world vanished for a while. “Wow,” Parker said at last. “We did it,” Meagan said. “Next time we could have maybe a little more, though. Some pictures, say. Your family.” “Already planning for next year, huh? What if we decide we’re no longer happy with each other?” “Then we’ll have a breakup party instead,” Meagan said. “And we’ll fuck one last time and kiss each other goodbye and go our separate ways.” “That sounds incredibly civilized.” “Beats a note on a backpack by the door.” “That it does.” He pointed to their bound hands. “How long are we supposed to keep this tied?” “These days people mostly try to slip it off without untying anything before the reception,” Meagan said. “But apparently in the original tradition, the couple had to stay tied together until midnight. One thing I heard said that if they managed to dodge all the obstacles of the day, that meant they’d do okay at surviving all the hardships of the year ahead.” “That actually makes sense,” Parker said. “Because going through a day tied together like that would take some real cleverness and a lot of good humor. Which would be a great clue to the health of the relationship.” “Hah, true!” “In that case, by all means let us observe the tradition,” he intoned. “What, keep it on all day?” “Sure!” “We’d have to get untied sometime,” Meagan said. “When?” Her eyes lit up. “Well. I was thinkin’ bathroom breaks. But maybe not, huh? Maybe… maybe we just help each other out with that.” His heart started thumping again. “You mean it?” “Seems like a good way to bring your way back in, doesn’t it?” Meagan said. “And frankly, somehow I can’t see us celebrating without your way…” “How about your way?” She smiled. “If I get to decide when you come, that’s enough for me.” “Okay,” he said. “Well, let’s talk it out, like we said we would.” “Good catch. I think we should go out for a cup of something hot to celebrate. And splurge a little and eat out? Or maybe takeout. You shouldn’t have to cook today. Unless it’s your secret family recipe cookies.” “Oooh. We should make those when we go home for Thanksgiving. But we were talking about planning.” “What I meant was, we might not be going home for a while. So not a lot with the teasing and delaying. For when we’re out and around, we’ll have to find bathrooms we can both go into, for starters.” “I think that could take long enough for my purposes all by itself.” “’Kay! And when we get home?” “Well, I think we’ll be helping each other eat and drink too, yes?” “Mmmhmm.” “So maybe we can’t turn down what the other offers for food and drink. And we have to agree on when to piss—and on how.” “For both of us?” “Mmmhmm.” “That’s fine. And after we’ve done that for a while, when it’s time to get to the fuckin’ again, I’ve got an idea about how and where I want you to come. Not sure about when, we’ll have to play that by ear.” “Can I know how?” “You won’t say no, let’s say that.” “Still, just for practice, I should know…” She hesitated. “Okay, I see why people might resist planning things out. It cuts down on pleasant surprises. Can I just offer you a choice in the moment? Nothing we haven’t done before.” “Compromise: tell me one of the ways, and you can keep the other options a secret” “Oh, all right. Coming in me.” He nodded. “Yeah, that’s definitely not surprising.” “’Kay! I think we got it. And now—celebratory hot beverages? I’m thinking celebratory latte. Or chai.” “I might go for celebratory hot chocolate.” “Excellent choice.” “Should we try to match caffeine levels? If you had celebratory black tea, it would affect how much you needed the bathroom…” “Nah, I don’t think it’ll matter that much.” Ann Arbor was a college town. There was no shortage of coffee shops. They picked a non-Starbucks shop and headed for it. And immediately paused. “Okay, if we loosen that a bit, and retie it, I think we’ll be able to shift our grip.” “But it’s mostly our thumbs that need to rotate…” After a bit of readjustment that kept them tied together but allowed some flexibility, they continued. “Hmmm,” Meagan said. “How are we gonna explain the handfasting?” “At the coffee shop?” “Oh, that too. I meant to our friends and families…” Parker thought for a moment. “Well, at the coffee shop, I think most people won’t be looking at us all that closely. And if we pull our sleeves down a bit, it’s not that noticeable. I think if we don’t show it off, people might not even notice. And there have got to be clingy couples holding hands all the time.” “We’re not clingy,” Meagan said indignantly. “…Are we?” “Well, we will be today!” She chuckled. “Fair enough.” “For everyone else…” He paused, pondering. “I think what we say is gonna depend on how much you’re willing to talk about your parents and your reluctance to get married.” “Got a point there, love,” she said. “I’ll need to think about that a bit.” “But if it’s really closest friends and family—they already know about your parents. My folks in particular, but also anyone who was in on the arrangement for Franklin…” “Also a good point. So should I just bite the bullet and tell them everything?” “Well, not everything…” They arrived at the coffee shop and waited in line. “Just thought of something,” Meagan whispered in Parker’s ear. “Hmm?” “Paying. I can’t get to my wallet.” “Then I guess this one’s on me!” he replied, reaching for his and thumbing his bank card out of it. “You’re sure?” “Two cups of hot celebratory something isn’t gonna break my bank account. Twenty might…” “Nuts, there goes my plan to drink a dozen black teas just for you.” That entrancing image made Parker stumble over his order, but they managed to make it through ordering (one cup of hot chocolate, one cup of, yes, chai spiced black tea) and paying without drawing any attention to themselves. “Ordinarily I’d send you to go get a table while I waited for the drinks,” Parker whispered. “And then I’d come back up for both of them so you didn’t have to get up.” “Let’s just wait here at the counter,” Meagan said, standing quite close to him. And then kissed him quickly on the cheek. “You’ve never been one for a ton of PDA,” he whispered. “If I can’t kiss you in public today,” she asked, “when can I? Besides,” she added in equally low tones, “good camouflage. The clingier we are overall, the less people will notice our hands.” Having collected their drinks, one-handed, they found a table in a back corner. It was away from the window, unfortunately, but it was also away from most everyone else. “So I’ve got a question,” Parker said. “We’re both instinctively trying to hide this.” “Just to avoid awkward explanations,” Meagan said. “Yeah, any explanation that has to begin with ‘So, in ancient Celtic culture…’ could be a bit much for each stop we make today.” “I was thinking of having to explain why we did this so impulsively. Why we didn’t do this as a real ceremony, with everyone else around.” “If you want,” Parker said, “we still could, at Thanksgiving. At least with my parents, and maybe Dacy and Mitchell and anyone else who can make it.” “But we already did it!” Meagan said. “And a year and a day makes sense, but who’s gonna understand—” she did some quick mental math “—three hundred and forty-eight days?” “Well, if you don’t think we should…” “I just don’t want to double up.” “It’s not like we’ve got a limited number of times we can tie our hands together,” Parker pointed out. “I guess…” “Anyway, the easy way around it is to just call it an engagement. You said it could be an engagement thing, right?” “Yeah… but I don’t want to be lying to all our friends and your parents. Because if it’s an engagement, then that implies a wedding.” “But people would understand if we got engaged on our own, without everyone there. So if we say it can be an engagement thing, or a trial marriage period, or an actual wedding ceremony, then we can say we’re keeping our options open.” He squeezed her hand. “Which we are, aren’t we? That’s the whole point.” “You’re a smart man,” she replied. “Okay. Talk about handfasting in all its different forms. And then people will interpret it as they need to.” “The other thing,” Parker said, “is we didn’t really do this all that impulsively, did we?” “We didn’t? Because I remember you saying yes to the handfast two minutes after hearing about it for the first time ever.” “I almost asked you to marry me the night of Dacy’s wedding,” he said. “Is that why you got all weird and intense for a bit?” “Yeah.” “Hah, I was right. Score one for Proto-Therapist Girl.” “You guessed?” She sobered. “Parker, I’ve been thinking about marrying you since New Year’s. And wrestling with myself about it. It’s why I had us do what we did on New Year’s Eve—trying to substitute other kinds of connection. But that wasn’t close to enough. And then when I saw you were about to say something the night of Dacy’s wedding, I stopped you. Because I didn’t want to break your heart by saying no.” She ran her free hand over her head. “Good thing you didn’t propose after the bouquet toss, or it would have been awkward.” “I never would. I knew that bouquet was trouble as soon as you caught it.” She flashed a grin. “Smart man.” “So you see what I mean? We didn’t do this impulsively. We’ve been thinking about tying the knot for nearly a year. And you know what they say, don’t make major life decisions until they look wise in every season.” “They say, huh? I’ve never heard that before.” “Something my dad told me.” “Also a smart man. Runs in the family, I guess… wait, did it look wise in summer?” “Not that one night. But after you came home, at the art museum? Absolutely.” “Before that, even, for me. The note on the backpack.” She squeezed his tied hand in hers. “I was so scared in that moment, because I loved you so much and I was so afraid we were losing each other. I already didn’t want to let go, and then that note just destroyed me. The note, and you remembering tampons.” “But no socks.” “Heh, right. Well, no perfect moments.” She looked into his eyes for a long time, then leaned forward for a kiss. He met her in the middle. They sipped their drinks, they swapped their drinks for tastes, they talked about Thanksgiving and school, they agreed to not talk about money that day, they just sat in silence for a while. Then Meagan said, “Hey, just for your benefit: I gotta go.” “Already?” “Black tea plus not having been since we left the apartment. So how do we want to do this? Head home?” “I think this place has just one bathroom,” Parker said. “We could just slip in real quick.” “It’ll look a little strange…” “I bet almost no one will notice. And if we’re quick, they won’t even think anything of it.” “Okay. But let’s wait a bit longer.” “You’re sure?” “Not forever, but I can definitely hold it a lot longer. How about you, do you need to?” “Not yet.” “How about we wait until you do, and then both go?” “And if that takes a long time?” She shrugged. “I’m Meagan the Mighty.” Then she grinned. “I felt that shiver.” As it happened, the hot chocolate went through him quickly, too, and twenty minutes later he said, “Time to go.” “So soon?” “Yeah, but also I’m getting a little restless.” They slipped into the single restroom, and were confronted by a sink that was fairly far from the toilet. “Nuts,” Parker said, “I was planning on using the sink while you used the toilet.” “You want to do it simultaneous? ‘Cause I thought we would just swap off.” “Simultaneous would be more thematic.” “Heh. Okay, let’s see. If I’m on the toilet and spread my legs, it should work. But you’ll have to aim, darn it.” “What’s wrong with me aiming?” “I wanted to aim. But not when I’m in the line of fire!” “Good point. Help me with my fly?” “If you’ll help me with my belt…” With only one pair of free hands between them, getting clothes adjusted took a lot longer than usual, especially as Meagan had to get hers down to her ankles for safety’s sake. But finally she was sitting on the toilet—not even locked down yet; she clearly didn’t have to got that bad—and he was standing in front of her, and she said, “On three?” “Mmmhmm.” “One, two, pee.” He let fly, taking great care to keep his stream between her legs. She didn’t have that problem, of course. As they washed their hands, Meagan said, “So we were gonna be in and out real quick, right?” “Yeah, this took a little longer than I thought…” “Let’s get out of here. But I’ve got one stop to make.” ------------------------------------------- So how about that, folks? Let's give these kids some applause! A few quick notes on handfasting: (1) It's quite real, both nowadays and historically; (2) There are different ideas about how it worked historically, with debate over whether it was a "trial marriage" or just an engagement before marriage; and (3) so far as I know, no one has ever used it the way Meagan wants to use it. And a quick note about what's to come: there's more to come before we wrap. Stay tuned!
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