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Archive-name: 3plus/could1.txt

Archive-author: Biblinski

Archive-title: What Could Have Been... 1





Chapter 1



     The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I walked from the 

parking lot to the post office.  The warmth of the sun perfectly 

counteracted the chill in the air.  This was what the weather in 

heaven was like, if there was any weather there.  Or if there was 

a heaven.  I passed a couple of LaRouche supporters, trying to 

spread their version of reality to a mother with one arm full of 

infant and another full of at least three weeks of mail.  I 

reached for the door, considering the injustice of life.  As I 

opened it to enter the lobby, a vaguely familiar woman walked out.

     "Thank you," she said as she passed through the door I was 

holding open.  I turned to watch as she headed toward the parking 

lot.  She moved with an assured stride and just enough wiggle to 

be interesting.  I almost collided with another postal patron when 

I turned to walk into the lobby.  "Excuse me," I said, "it's 

Monday."  As if that excused my inattentive behavior.  Actually, 

my mind was racing, trying to find that bit of memory that the 

woman had stirred.

     Karen.  Karen Buckley.  Holy shit.  I hadn't seen her in 15 

or 16 years.  The litle screen in my head flashed a picture of 

smallish breasts with seemingly enormous nipples.  Nipples that 

seemed to stiffen if someone even looked at them.  The first 

nipples I ever saw in person.  The first nipples, well, the second 

nipples I had ever wrapped my lips around.  And a smile that would 

melt tungsten steel, set in quite a pretty face.  Some of my 

friends had said her nose was a little large for the rest of her 

features.  I thought it gave her some exotic character.

     Karen and I had been classmates, and friends, in high school.  

We studied together, trying to get through chemistry.  We were 

just friends and study partners, although when Karen told me about 

some of the sexual adventures of her friends, I admit that I found 

myself, in my virginal state, wondering about what it would be 

like to repeat some of those things with Karen.  Then one evening 

we went to a park to study.  And we did.  For a couple of 

hours, anyway.  Talk of co-valent bonding gave way to adolescent 

curiousity about what felt good.  Kissing and hugging lead to 

fondling and nibbling.

     Before things went much farther, though, the sun had gone 

down and I had to get Karen back home.  It was a school night, and 

her parents were kind of strict about being out late.  But I had 

seen, felt and tasted the first non-motherly nipples of my budding 

sexual life and knew that if I died on the way home, it was okay.  

I had sucked tit!

     But as things often go in high school, our relationship 

fizzled out, without another little liaison.  We remained friends, 

even after graduation, but there always seemed to be a sexual 

tension just beneath the surface of our friendship.

     "Sir, you can't mail these unless I weigh them first."

     "Oh, sorry.  I was, ah, daydreaming.  These need to go 

first class and this one goes library rate..."  I conducted my 

postal business, checked my P.O. box and headed out for the parking 

lot.  I was still thinking about Karen and how I would have been 

quite happy to ball her during college, although my girlfriend at 

the time wouldn't have been too keen on the idea.  But I had my 

fantasies.

     The LaRouchers had given up on the mother and were now trying 

to deal with a staunch believer of something else, who was waving 

his arms around, occasionally pointing his finger at the pair.  

Maybe there is some justice.

     As I walked down the row of vehicles to my mini-van, I 

noticed one of the cars had its hood up.  I hated car trouble, so 

I walked over to offer any assistance I could give.  Karen's 

pretty face turned to me as I walked up.  "Do you know anything 

about cars?" she asked.

     "Not really, Karen, but I know a good mechanic," I answered, 

trying to suppress a smile of smugness.

     She looked at me, squinted a little, then broke into a smile.  

"Jurgen!  My god.  I haven't seen you in..."

     "Sixteen years.  You look great," I said as she threw her 

arms around my neck and planted a quick kiss on my lips.  She 

stepped back before I had a chance to react.

     "I didn't recognize you with the beard and short hair," she 

laughed.  She looked down at my body and added, "And you're in 

much better shape.  Much better."

     "Thanks.  I guess I've read so much about how getting healthy 

keeps you young that I've started to believe it."  I caught her 

looking down at my left hand.  Which gave me the idea to check out 

hers.  It didn't look like a wedding band, but I couldn't be sure.

     "I know what you mean.  Aerobics three times a week and a 

little weight lifting at home.  When I have time," she added.

     We smiled at each other, not quite knowing what to say.  Not 

that it was awkward.  More a matter of deciding where to take the 

conversation.  I decided.

     "So, what seems to be the matter with this fine example of 

Detroit workmanship?" I asked, although it wasn't the question I 

really wanted answered.

     "I think it's the battery.  It tried to catch, but now it'll 

barely turn over."  She got behind the wheel to demonstrate.  The 

starter motor gave a feeble growl and then nothing.  Dead battery.  

But I had a pair of jumper cables in the mini-van.  Karen got back 

out of the car.

     "Yeah, it's the battery," I said.  "But I can jump you."

     "Let's get my car started first," was her instant reply.  I 

knew I must have blushed, but Karen just smiled at me with a look 

that said it was my move now.

     "You always were the one for practicality," I said with a 

wink.  I wasn't sure she was serious, but parts of me certainly 

were voting that way.

     I got my van and positioned it so the cables would reach.  

With my battery umbilicalled to hers, the little car started right 

up.  I got out and went over to her window.

     "Let it run a while to charge back up," I suggested.

     "Won't do any good.  This is the third time in two days I've 

had to have it jumpstarted.  I think I need a whole new battery.  

And I don't really have the time to get one today.  Damn."

     I didn't have anything to do the rest of the day, and 

chaffeuring Karen around didn't sound like a bad idea at all.  So 

I told her I'd be glad to follow her to wherever she wanted to get 

her battery.  She looked at me with little or no comprehension on 

her face.  "You can drop your car off, and I can drive you around, 

if that'll help."

     A slow smile formed on her mouth.  She ran her tongue across 

her upper lip and nodded.  "Yes, that'll help a lot."

     So off we went, dropping her car off at my mechanic, with 

instructions to replace the battery.  He said it might be tomorrow 

before he could get to it.  Karen looked at me, I nodded and she 

said okay.  I asked her where next and she directed me to one of 

the local malls.  "I've got to pick up a suit that's being 

altered, then shop for some accessories.  I hope you don't mind 

waiting around in women's clothing stores."

     I told her that actually, I enjoyed it.  "It's a holdover 

from my marriage.  My ex-wife insisted that I accompany her on 

every shopping trip, although she never listened to my advice 

about what I liked or thought looked good on her.  So I made a 

game out of it, mentally undressing women and redressing them in 

outfits on display."

     As we drove along, I looked at Karen out of the corner of my 

eye.  Her skirt was just above her knees and what I could see was 

very nice.  She wore a matching jacket over a white blouse with 

some kind of feminine version of a necktie.  She looked like a 

businesswoman, and an attractive one.

     Our first stop was one of those fancy stores with three names 

and saleswomen who tried to look like high fashion models, but in 

size 12.  Karen picked up her suit, glanced at some blouses and 

headed out into the mall.

     "I barely had time to get that woman back into something 

decent," I said.  Karen laughed.  She sounded good.  It was a 

throaty kind of laugh.  A sultry laugh.

     We stopped in a couple other stores, but Karen didn't see 

anything that appealed to her.  I had, but she was working and 

besides, she was too young for me anyway.  The mall was full of 

teenagers.  Evidently school had been called off for the day.  As 

we walked along, I found myself staring at a girl wearing a denim 

skirt that was so short, the bottom of her ass was hanging out.  

And her ass was quite bare.

     That was why I missed it when Karen turned into a shop.  

After a momentary bit of confusion, I spotted her walking through 

the displays of lingerie.  She picked up a couple outfits, went to 

the fitting room and disappeared.  The saleswomen in this shop 

were not trying to be high fashion models in size 12.  They were 

lingerie models in size 5.  One, a brunette in a slit skirt and 

plunging sweater, was helping a woman in her 40s pick out a 

nightie of some kind.  The other was a redhead, coming in my 

direction.  She was wearing a silkie button-front dress, and not 

many of the buttons were fastened.  As she walked, the tops of her 

stockings peeked out between the button-front.  And her breasts, 

that seemed to have lives of their own, jiggled with every step.

     "Can I show you anything?" she asked.

     I blushed again, tried not to stare down the front of her 

dress and stammered, "Uh, no, I'm with the woman in the dressing 

room."  She said to let her know if there was anything she could 

do for me and walked away.  The back view was as tasty as the 

front one had been.  The stockings were seamed and her ass was 

delightfully shaped.  I could feel the stirrings of lust in my 

loins.

     I managed to compose myself just as Karen stepped out of the 

dressing room.  The stirrings became rampant.  Karen was wearing a 

deep wine colored corselet, with matching panties and garter.  Her 

breasts had grown considerably, but still retained their mouth-

watering appeal.  And her nipples were pushing through the sheer 

material like grapes under a napkin.  Her attention to fitness had 

formed her body into a work of art.  An erotic work of art.  Silk 

stockings attached to her garters, accenting legs that seemed to 

reach up to her neck.

     "Well, how does it look?" she asked, smiling.

     "Delicious," came my whispered reply.

     "How about the back view?" she asked, turning.  "Better than 

the naked ass of a 14 year old?"

     "Infinitely so."  I was developing a snugness in my trousers 

that was going to be obvious to any and everyone in a matter of 

moments.  "God damn," I said under my breath, "you're georgous."

     Karen turned back to me with a smile, glanced down at my 

crotch and said, "I'll be out in a minute."  I wandered to the 

front of the shop, hands in pockets, trying to hide my erection.  

The 40ish lady buying the nightie walked past, glanced down and 

smiled.  "Nothing to be ashamed of," she said.  "I'd be flattered 

if it was for me."

     I was looking out into the mall, when I felt a touch at my 

elbow.  "I think I'm ready to head home now," Karen said in a 

husky tone.  "Can you appear in public yet?"  I just smiled.

     We walked through the mall and into the parking lot.  We 

located my van and headed out.  The skirt Karen had been wearing 

seemed to have gotten shorter, as her incredible legs stretched 

out in front of her.  She turned a little in the seat and the tops 

of her stockings showed a little.  It suddenly hit me that she was 

wearing the outfit she had shown me.  I got rock hard very fast.



Chapter 2



     Karen lived in an older section of town that had the garages 

around back, accessed by an alley.  I pulled in and stopped the 

van.  Karen didn't wait for me to open her door, but stopped by 

the side of the van.  "Well," she said, "I suppose we should call 

to see if my car's done yet."  I agreed and we walked to the back 

door of the house.  It was a rather large house, and I wondered if 

she lived here alone.

     "Looks like you have a lot of space," I said as she opened 

the door and went in.  I followed her, shutting the door behind 

me.  She draped her suit over the back of a chair and turned to 

face me.  Her hand cupped the end of my erection, and started 

gently rubbing it.

     "Looks like you have a lot of cock," she whispered as she 

tipped her head up to kiss me.  Our open mouths met and her tongue 

snaked out.  A soft moan escaped from my throat as her hand worked 

my cock.  I reached down to cup the cheeks of her ass, working the 

hem of her skirt up.  She moaned when my hands met bare flesh.  

She was wearing the same outfit, but without the panties.  I slid 

a finger into the crack of her ass and probed downward.  She 

shifted to allow my finger fuller access.  Her hands deftly 

unzipped my fly and drew my prick out into the open air.  She 

pumped it with one hand and reached in to squeeze my nuts with the 

other.  I broke the kiss and cried out, "Oh god, you're going to 

make me come!"

     She leaned back, undid my belt and unsnapped my jeans.  My 

pants fell to the floor, pooled around my ankles.  "Well," she 

said softly, "that's the whole idea."  She held my throbbing prick 

with her right hand, tight against the base.  A drop of clear 

fluid glistened at the tip.  Karen squatted down until her face 

was even with my dick.  She looked up into my eyes and slowly slid 

out her tongue.  Ever so softly, she licked the drop from my tip.  

She smiled, then engulfed me in her hot mouth.

     She moved her head forward until her lips brushed my pubic 

hair.  I could feel her tongue swirling around my cock as she 

pumped her head back and forth, fucking me with her mouth.  Her 

hands grabbed my ass, her nails digging into the flesh.  I reached 

my hands back to the wall behind me, jutting my hips forward.  The 

wet sounds of her sucking mouth filled my brain.  I could feel the 

orgasm building, my sack tightening.  I cried out as it hit, 

spewing jet after jet of hot cum into Karen's greedy mouth.  I 

fell back against the wall, weak from the intense spasms.  She 

kept sucking me in and out, the sensation almost unbearable on my 

sensitive cockhead.

     Finally, Karen let my softening penis fall from her lips and 

stood up.  "I've thought about doing that for a long time," she 

said.

     "That was incredible, babe.  I felt like I was shooting my 

whole soul out the end of my cock."  I pushed off the wall and 

took Karen in my arms.  I kissed her tenderly on her red, swollen 

lips.  Her tongue darted out, licking my lips, and our mouths 

mashed together in a soft, wide open kiss.

     I pushed her jacket back over her shoulders and she shrugged 

it off.  I threw it onto the kitchen table and started unbuttoning 

her blouse, while she worked at unbuttoning my shirt.  We let the 

shirts drop to the floor as we ran our hands over one another, 

still locked in a wet kiss.  Her skirt dropped to the floor beside 

the shirts.  She ended up with her arms around my neck, while I 

was kneading her muscular ass with both hands.  She wrapped her 

legs around my hips as I lifted her off the kitchen floor.  I 

stepped out of my pants and carried her to the counter.

     Setting her on the edge, I said, "Now it's your turn," and 

squatted down between her open legs.  I started licking her thighs 

where the stockings ended and worked my way up to her crotch.  Her 

labia were swollen, red and very wet.  I teasingly ran my tongue 

around her pussy, avoiding her clit and lips.  She put her feet 

behind my shoulders and pulled me closer.  I looked up at her 

face, seeing her eyes closed and lips parted, her tongue at the 

corner of her mouth.

     I turned my attention back to her soaked pubis and gently 

blew on her clit.  It seemed to swell as I watched, growing longer 

and thicker.  I lightly closed my lips around it, then sucked it 

into my mouth.  Karen gasped.  Keeping up the suction, I vibrated 

it with my tongue, causing her hips to tremble.  Releasing her 

clit, which was now about the size of pencil eraser, I plunged my 

tongue as deep into her as I could.  My upper lip was mashed 

against her hard little button as I sucked and slurped her pussy.  

Her fingers ran through my hair, pulling my head tight against 

her.  I pulled my tongue out and moved back to her clit, sucking 

and licking it.  I sucked it in and gently bit down on it, rolling 

it between my teeth.  She cried out and her hips spasmed again and 

again.  She got even wetter as she had orgasm after orgasm.  I 

kept working her clit with my lips, tongue and teeth until her 

spasms subsided.  She was moaning, and still circling her hips 

when I stood up and took her head in my hands.

     "And I've wanted to do that for a long time, too," I told 

her.  I kissed her mouth hard, then stepped back.  "God, you're 

really something."  Glancing down at my still erect penis, I said, 

"I haven't been this horny since college."

     "Well, I wanted you to fuck me then, so I'm glad to see I 

didn't really miss out," Karen said.  "Now come over here and put 

that big dick in my hot little cunt."



Chapter 3



     Karen slid her ass over to the corner of the kitchen counter, 

placing one foot on each side, spreading herself out at a ninety 

degree angle.  Her pussy gaped open, the juices glistening.  I 

stood in front of her, aiming my cock at that delctable hole.  She 

reached down, gripping me, and ran the purplish head up and down 

her dripping box.  Then she centered me right on target and said, 

"Push it in.  Hard!"

     I thrust my cock into her pussy as fast as I could, slapping 

our bodies tightly together.  I paused and ground my hips against 

hers, feeling the end of my dick rubbing her cervix.  I slowly 

withdrew, until just the head was still inside her, then slammed 

it back in to the hilt.  I repeated that for a while, until Karen 

was meeting my thrusts.  Then we just started to fuck.  In and 

out.  Fast.  Slow.  Hard.  Soft.  Whatever felt good.  She put her 

feet behind my hips and helped vary our speed and intensity.  I 

put my hands on her tits and pinched her nipples.  They were huge 

and hard.  When I pinched them, her hips shook and her pussy 

tightened on my cock.  We stared into each others eyes, 

intensifying the lust our bodies felt.  Her breath started to come 

in short pants and I sensed her orgasm building.  I was on the 

edge, holding off until she started hers.  Suddenly, she started 

crying out.  The muscles in her cunt started milking my cock and I 

let go.  Spurts of cum shot into her as we hit climax together.

     Our bodies shook and she fell back against the cupboards.  I 

leaned onto the counter, my knees weak.  We kissed.  More gently 

now that we had temporarily sated our sexual hunger.  After a 

moment of recovery, we held each other and softly kissed.  From 

the dining room door came a quiet cough.

     "If you two are through working up an appetite, I'll be happy 

to fix some dinner."  An oriental woman, her long black hair 

hanging shiny and straight, stood in the doorway, smiling.  Karen 

said, "Jurgen, I'd like you to meet my wife, Tse."







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