One Weekend (R)

It was a seamless transition taking over the Norris Insurance Company from my father. It had been the plan for years. I studied business management in college while apprenticing for years in the office. When Dad, who was nearly forty years old when I was born, retired, I inherited the business lock, stock and barrel with the same customers and staff. It was a strange feeling when I moved into the back office my father had occupied for decades.

Norris Insurance Agency was a small outfit. We had ditzy Cindy the bubbly and attractive front desk receptionist and file clerk who had been with the agency for five years and three seasoned veteran insurance agents. Lorna Peterson had been with the agency forever and she was the resident expert with the corporate knowledge. She knew the names of every client past and present and her customer service presentation was as though everybody was her personal friend. Lorna treated me like the son she never had and sometimes it felt weird to have my 'mother' working for me!

Barb Franklin had been with the agency for twenty years. She was the humorous one always quick with a quirky joke or one liner, the tension breaker on bad days. She also had a sensitive side that made her very sympathetic and understanding when dealing with clients going through a hard time after an accident or some other loss. Barb was my go-to person whenever there was an emotional situation going on.

Carol Rogers the third agent was only a few years older than me. I remember her from high school although we didn't have much interaction there. She was my contemporary and I related the most to her because she was closest to my age and my frame of reference. We talked around the office mostly about our old high school when one of the sports teams did well or a teacher we remembered made the news, or some alumni member got in trouble. She was dating some guy so I didn't bother trying to put the moves on her but I did enjoy our bantering back and forth and our good natured conversations.

Actually, she was the kind of person I might have been attracted to if she wasn't otherwise dating someone so while I found myself looking forward to seeing her around the office and shooting the breeze with her I kept my feelings in check and accepted the fact that she was out of bounds.

Carol was a nice person and an attractive lady and I didn't expect her to be the cause of any drama in the office but soon after I took over the agency, her relationship began giving her problems. I didn't pay much attention at first. Cindy could be a bit of a gossip and she'd make an occasional remark about "the psychopath" in need of anger management and Lorna came to one day expressing her concerns about Carol's appearance, mood, and "situation".

"Situation?" I asked.

"Carol broke up with her boyfriend but he decided he didn't want to break up with her," Lorna explained.

"She should just tell him to get lost," I naively advised.

"He won't go away no matter what she says," Lorna reported. "If you ask me, the guy is crazy."

"Well, what does Carol say about it?" I asked.

"She told me she was fed up with the arguing and she wanted this guy out of her life," Lorna said. "I'm pretty sure he was physically abusing her."

"Why would you say that?" I asked with surprise.

"I've seen bruises before," Lorna admitted. "She'll wear long sleeves on hot days. Overuse of make up sometimes. Sunglasses on cloudy days."

"That doesn't mean he smacked her around," I said.

"It only takes one time," Lorna remarked.

I had met the guy a few times when he stopped by the office to see Carol and at my father's retirement party. He seemed nice enough to me – good looking, polite, friendly and he seemed to be happy with Carol. I didn't do anything about Lorna's concerns for a few weeks although I kept an eye on Carol's demeanor and it was obvious she wasn't a happy camper. In fact, she looked terrible.

Then Cindy told me that "the psychopath" was routinely parking in the lot in front of the office.

"Doing what?" I asked.

"Nothing," Cindy replied. "He just sits thee for hours. Like's he's staking the place out. Stalking or something."

I started paying attention to Cindy's observation and sure enough I noticed the guy parked out there at different times on different days and that struck me as very strange and definitely not normal. I finally called Carol into my office to find out what the heck was going on.

"Is there anything I need to know?" I asked Carol as she sat across the desk from me clearly looking nervous and uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?" She asked. "Did I make a mistake on a claim or something?"

"I meant your personal life," I said.

"Excuse me, Parker, but with all due respect I don't think that's any of your business," she said defensively.

"It is when the guy is parked out in front of my business all the time."

She turned red faced.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing," Carol insisted. "We broke up and I kicked him out of my apartment. I changed the locks. End of story."

"Apparently, he didn't get the memo," I replied.

Carol suddenly burst into tears and buried her face in her hands. "Oh My God, Parker, I don't know what to do!" She sobbed. "I can't believe that I can hate the same man who I used to love so deeply."

"What happened?"

"He won't leave me alone," she wailed. "I have a restraining order against him. I can't go back to my apartment. I'm staying with my folks or with friends but he's stalking me there too. "

"Why would he do that?"

"He thinks we can get back together," she moaned. "He's relentless. He'll show up in the middle of the night, knock on windows, and then take off before the police get there."

"Isn't that a violation of the restraining order?"

"They have to catch him in the act," she groaned. "They can't take my word for it. The cops are no help. He could stand outside my window holding a knife and I couldn't do anything," Carol said. "I'm walking around with a target on my back. I'm going to have to quit my job and move away," She sobbed.

"There's got to be more you can do to protect yourself."

"I've change phone numbers. Gotten a new cell. I have Cindy blocking all his calls at the front desk. I don't know what else to do."

"Has he threatened you?"

She gave me a look of disbelief. "What do you think all of this is?" She wanted to know. "I'm stressed, my family's stressed. I just can't take it anymore. I'm going to have to go into my own witness protection program."

"People here are worried about you," I said.

"My family is worried about me," she sighed. "They think this guy is going to kill me, eventually. They're freaked out. They worry about him getting at me. They hate what's been going on as much as I do."

"This is certainly scary," I agreed, overwhelmed by her unbelievable story.

"I never expected him to be as persistent as he has been about all of this," Carol admitted. "How can I possibly move on when he won't let me go?"

"I don't know," I admitted.

"I refuse to meet with him even in neutral locations. I gave him all his stuff back. I have a restraining order. I tell everybody what I'm doing all the time and what my schedule is in case I don't show up they'll know something happened. I can't even pee without telling someone."

"I'm sorry about all this, Carol," I said.

"No, I'm the one who's sorry," she sighed. "I'm sorry to get you guys involved. Look, Parker, I'm going to have to quit. I can't endanger anybody here. I don't know what he'll do."

"Don't quit," I said with conviction.

"I can't keep living in terror," she said seriously.

"Go into hiding," I suggested.


"Is this guy from around here?"

"No, Maine. He went to Green College for his Masters and he stayed around when we met."

"Move out of the apartment," I advised. "Sell your car. We'll pretend you quit your job. Wait him out. Maybe he'll leave if he thinks you fled."

"And where am I supposed to go?"

"My father has a cabin out in the middle of nowhere up in Mt. Griffin," I informed her. "You can hide out there. We'll put in a computer and phone line and make you a new employee. You can work from there. Hide out there."

"It's your father's place," she sighed. "I couldn't do that."

"They're in Costa Rica," I replied. "He won't be using it."

She sat back in her chair and stared at me. "It's a ridiculous plan."

"You got any better ideas?"

And so 'Operation Invisible' was launched. Only Lorna was in on the rouse so she could make sure Carol got the work through the computer system. Carol Rogers was now "Norma Rae Blumberg" the newest employee at the Norris Insurance Agency. She moved out of her apartment and had her belongs put in storage but the van was driven to New York State for several days before eventually returning and storing the stuff in South County. She sold her car to a client whose teenager had recently totaled their vehicle.

When she was done with all the logistical rouses, I met Carol at the truck stop out by the interstate in South County late one night. The brother of a friend's cousin dropped her off there after taking several detours and once Carol was in my car we took several back roads, detours, and roundabouts to get to the cabin in Mt. Griffin to make sure we weren't followed. Carol sent up shop in the small log cabin and every week I brought her food and other supplies. She was basically a hermit and a recluse but at least she was away from the psychopath and living in relative peace and quiet. She kept busy with her work and she was doing some painting on the side I noticed when I made my weekly visit about a month into the plan.

The psychopath still showed up in front of the agency from time to time even though Cindy had let him know that Carol had quit her job. I had no interaction with the guy because I didn't want to give him any indication that I was involved in the situation in any way. Whenever I headed to the cabin to drop off supplies and check on Carol, I drove thirty miles out of my way in different directions to make sure I wasn't being followed.

I didn't mind my weekly visits to the log cabin. The place was secluded in the peaceful woods and the air smelled wonderful. There was a small pond behind the cabin and plenty of hiking trails. It also gave me an opportunity to get to know Carol a little better as a person. I was the only one actually talking with her on a consistent basis and she looked forward to getting the news from me and chatting whenever I stopped by. I enjoyed being her special contact.

It was about eight weeks into Operation Invisible. When I was sure nobody was following me, I turned off Mt. Griffin Road onto the dirt road that led into the woods and then onto a rutted smaller road that curved through the woods and emptied out in front of the brown log cabin in a small clearing circled by woods and the pond. The place was beautiful every time I came.

I heard the screen door slam as I climbed out of the car and I saw Carol's black hair bouncing off her shoulders as she came towards me. She gave me a big hug and I knew she was probably going crazy out in the sticks living all alone.

"Did you remember the devil dogs this time?" she asked.
"Two boxes," I confirmed with a smile.

She laughed and then started helping me unload the grocery bags from the back of the car. As we walked back to the cabin I couldn't help but stare at the way her ass moved beneath her thin shorts. We had become friendlier since the Operation began and I know she was lonely and vulnerable but I had resisted making any sort of passes at her knowing the hell she had been through but lately I realized how lonely I had been recently and how much I looked forward to seeing Carol every weekend.

We unloaded the groceries and I glanced around the cabin to see what changes she had made this week. It was, after all, her home away from home now. The place was basically one large room with a massive bed with a rustic brass frame in the far corner with a dresser and end table. There was a living area in the middle of the cabin with a few couches and chairs and a wide screen television. The desk with the computer and telephone line was in front of the front window. The kitchenette was to the right and a small bathroom was next to it.

"I thought I'd stay a few days this time," I revealed as we stepped back outside.

"Really?" Carol asked with enthusiastic surprise.

"Yeah, there's a cot up in the loft," I said. "That was my room when I was a kid on weekend get aways."

"Okay, great," she said with relief, giving me a hug and smiling. "I really am going nuts out here all by myself."

"I figured as much," I grinned.

I grabbed my overnight bag and a sleeping bag from the back of the car and brought them into the cabin, dropping them by the foot of the small ladder that led to the loft.

"I'll bring them up later," I said. "That thing's getting harder to climb in my old age."

"What are you again, thirty-three?" She laughed.

There was a stone patio behind the cabin and we sat out there sipping on drinks and enjoying the peaceful quiet of the surroundings. I brought Carol up to date on all the office gossip and what else was going on in Greenville. She didn't ask about the psychopath and I didn't bring him up.

Later, I grilled us a steak out the outside grill and I could smell the delicious odor coming from the cabin as Carol put the final touches on a salad, rolls and peas. "Everything smells great!" I said as I came in with the steak and set the table as she put the food out. I pulled out a white wine and poured us each a glass.

"To a great vacation in the woods," I proposed.

Carol chimed glasses with me and we both dug in.

I hadn't seen Carol looking so relaxed and laid back in a long time. Even though living in exile had to be an emotional hardship for her, the getaway had obviously done her well. It was like she was living on her own desert isle out here in the woods even with the cable TV and internet access.

We chatted about my memories of the cabin growing up as we ate.

"I was an only child and my parents were older when I was born so I spent a lot of time on my own when we were up here," I revealed. "There's plenty of neat woods around and I had a good time playing made up games on my own. Swimming in the pond was fun too."

"Didn't you bring any friends up?"

"Na, my parents like their privacy and quiet time," I said. "This was their getaway. Sometimes I stayed with my grandparents when they really wanted to be alone but they died off by the time I was eight or so."

"Geez, Parker," Carol replied. "I had three brothers and two sisters so there was always somebody around. A getaway for us was getting the bathroom to ourselves for twenty minutes!"

I laughed.

We exchanged a few other stories about our childhood – Carol was a Brownie and Girl Scout, I was a Junior Executive who knew how to type by the time I was seven.

When dinner was finished, we washed the dishes and cleaned up and then we sat in the main room and talked while finishing off our wine. I knew Carol had a few more glasses than she should have but I figured she could use the distraction after all she had been through in recent months.

When she was obviously getting droopy-eyed, I went to brush my teeth while Carol changed. She walked into the bathroom in a long satin nightgown as I finished brushing and I headed to the other room to change while she finished using the bathroom, figuring it was easier to change on the main floor before climbing up the ladder to the cramped loft.

"Well, good night," I said when Carol came out of the bathroom and I started heading for the loft ladder.

"You know, you don't have to sleep up there if you don't want to," Carol announced. "The bed is plenty big enough for both of us."

I had my fare share of wine so I was feeling much less cautious than I normally would. I wasn't one for one night stands and all the rest of it but when I thought about it I had known Carol since high school (well, I knew of her!) and I had certainly known her from around the office all these years. Besides, she was in a crisis and she could probably use some comfort and support having been living on her alone detached from the real world for so long. I had been thinking about her for a long time and I wasn't about to turn down such an invitation.

"Well, if you wouldn't mind," I said as I stepped toward the bed.
I climbed into the bed and waited for Carol to join me before I turned out the light. I felt her moving next to me and I put my arm out and felt her snuggle up to me. I ran my hand down her back and felt smooth skin and I realized that she had taken off her nightgown before she'd gotten into bed! Her head was on my shoulder and her hand was slowly rubbing my chest. I could feel her breasts pressed against my side, her leg thrown over on top of mine.

"Are you naked?" I asked with surprise.

She giggled. "I might be a little tipsy," she admitted.
Reaching lower, I ran my hand over her bare ass.

"That feels nice," she murmured appreciatively as I cupped her ass in my hand. Turning my head I found her lips and I kissed her softly. A long, slow kiss followed as we explored each other's mouths. Her hand slid down my torso and she started to forcefully tug on my boxers.

"It's only fair," she remarked.

I shuffled out of my boxers and peeled off my tee-shirt and now I was naked under the covers too. Carol's hand found my slowly awakening cock and her fingers lightly ran down the sides of my shaft. Wrapping her hand around me, she slowly pumped up and down feeling me respond within her grasp.
My hand slide between her legs from behind while she was playing and I explored the growing wetness hidden there. Spreading her lips, I pressed one finger between them, dipping into the wetness I found there as I ran my finger around her pussy lips.
She moved her head to kiss my neck while moving her snatch away from my hand.

"Maybe we shouldn't," she whispered.

"Okay," I agreed with a bit of disappointment in my voice.

"It's not that I don't want to," she sighed.

"I understand," I let her know.

"Oh, what the hell," she whimpered.

Carol kicked the covers off of us, pushed me flat on my back and then she climbed on top of me and straddled my hips. Teasingly, she rubbed her soaked pussy up and down my cock.

"Please!" I moaned.

She moved her hips, slowly impaling herself on my cock. My moan was mirrored by hers as I felt myself filling her up. I reached up to cup her breasts, running my fingers over her hardening nipples. The feeling as she took the last inch of me into her was like heaven. We didn't move for a minute, focusing on how good it felt. Then Carol finally slowly started moving her hips quickly matched by me as we grinded against each other till we couldn't take it anymore.

Carol moved her hips forward and back, sliding my cock against the walls of her pussy. Her moaning got louder as I started to buck against her, my hands squeezing her ass. Moving faster, Carol's moaning got louder. I was doing the best I could to hold back but her moan changed to a scream as she bucked against me. I held on to her as she thrust against me, her screams rising in pitch as I leaned forward to bite her nipples. Her back arched and her body tensed as her extended orgasm rippled through her.
As her scream died, she collapsed onto me, gasping for air. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her close to me as she caught her breath. I gave her a couple minutes to rest which also allowed me to step away from the brink of my own orgasm. Carol lifted her head up to kiss me passionately. After a minute I broke the kiss with a playful slap on her ass.

"Don't forget about me," I said as I sat up and kneeled, supporting her with my hands on her ass.

My cock was still inside her as she straightened her legs and I leaned forward on top of her. Her legs were wrapped around me as I started to thrust into her. I started slowly at first, sliding deep into her and then pulling almost all the way out only to slowly sink into her again. I found her hands with mine and intertwined my fingers into hers, pressing her arms above her head. I kissed her while continuing to slowly thrust in and out of her. Her fingers tightened around mine as I thrust harder and faster.
I heard her moaning "oh, oh, oh,..." with each thrust. I then slowed and then repeated the cycle till I heard her moan. "Oh Parker! Please, PLEASE, I can't take much more of this!"
I leaned back, took her legs and placed her ankles on my shoulders, grabbing her ass and proceeding to thrust into her hard and fast. Her nails were scratching my chest as she started moaning loudly. Over and over I thrust into her, my balls slapping against her ass as I pounded into her pussy. I moved one of her hands between our bodies, pressing her fingers against her clit. I started to grunt as I felt my balls tightening and the bed was quivering in rhythm with our bodies. Her fingers were flying across her clit as she screamed out in ecstasy again
I felt my seed explode into her. Her pussy clamped down on my cock as she orgasmed with me. I kept thrusting as my cock jerked inside her with my seaman filling her. I kept thrusting after the peak of my orgasm was over until I could feel the orgasms she was having taper off.
I almost collapsed onto her but I managed to roll us onto our sides before I hit the bed. Carol's head ended up on my shoulder again as we lay on the bed sweaty and naked, both of us trying to remember how to breathe. We stayed curled up like that until I finally moved to pull the covers over us.

"Are you okay?" I asked in the darkness.

"Yes," she said quietly. "Thanks to you."

"It's okay, what just happened?" I asked with worry.

"I needed it, Parker," she assured me. "Thank you so much."

I smiled and held her close while we fell asleep.

I woke up when I felt Carol moving against me. We'd ended up spooning against each other during the night with her back to my chest. I could feel my morning wood pressed up between her ass cheeks.

"Are you awake?" She whispered.
"Did I wake you?" she asked.
"Did I wake you?" I asked back.

"I woke up with your hard cock pressing against my ass," she revealed. "It was sort of hard to sleep feeling that as my morning wake up call."

"Did you sleep okay?" I asked.

"For the first time in a long time, yes," she revealed with welcomed relief.
I nibbled her ear. "Are you okay?" I asked. "About last night?"

"Yes," she assured me. "I know I drank too much wine and I'm not usually inclined to sleep with a guy I don't know all that well, especially if he's my boss, but I just needed to let go and forget everything."

"Yes, you did," I agreed.

I reached down between us and moved my cock from her ass crack.

"And this isn't a bad way to wake up either," I whispered as I reached around to cup her breast in my hand, her nipple hardening under my palm.

She took my hand from her breast and placed it between her legs and I rubbed her for a few minutes. It didn't take long for her to get excited again, her hand pressing mine hard against her pussy. I kept thrusting with my finger and rubbing till she climaxed and I held onto her while she quietly sobbed, emotionally overcome by the sexual release combined by her troubles of the past several months.

I patiently waited for her to collect herself. She rolled over, wiping the tears from her face and then she winked at me.

"Do you want some breakfast?" She asked, pulling me over so I was lying on my stomach and I felt her climb on top of me, her snatch rubbing against my ass. She laid her head on my back and I heard her sigh.

"You okay?" I asked quietly.

"I think so," she said before she finally rolled off the bed. "I guess I'll go take a shower."

I turned to watch her in all her naked beauty as she padded off to the bathroom and I heard the water start. I lay in bed trying to come to terms with what happened the night before, wine or no wine.

I hadn't been in a relationship in a while, focusing on the business and taking over for my father so this sexual encounter with Carol was a welcomed pleasure but now it was the next morning and I needed to figure out where we were going from here. What would happen if the psychopath found out? Was Carol interested in me beyond a much needed escape-filled roll in the hay? Did I need to be sleeping with an employee?

Carol came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel looking strangely shy all of a sudden as if she had just realized what happened between the two of us.

"Would you like some eggs?" She asked.

"Sure," I replied, searching for my boxers and tee shirt and dressing before joining her in the kitchen area.

"I don't usually cook breakfast dressed in a towel," she remarked as she made the eggs.

"It's okay," I said with a smile. "Unless you want to drop the towel of course."

"Ha, ha ha," she said, rolling her eyes.

She put the eggs down at the table in front of us and we ate, strangely quiet with neither of us quite sure what to say after our night of unexpected and sudden intimacy. It wasn't exactly awkward – just different.

"Maybe we could go for a hike later," I suggested, purposely hoping to avoid the subject at hand. "And take a swim too."

"Sure," she agreed.

When we were done eating, cleaning up, dressing and making the bed, we grabbed our daypacks and hiking sticks. I grabbed my camera in case we came across anything noteworthy and we left the cabin, heading down the trail that circled the pond and then onto one that looked like it would take us to a cliff we a great view if I remembered correctly.

We didn't talk much during the walk, just an occasional remark or observation with me telling her stories about my youth and my walks alone or with my father. It took over an hour to reach the cliff but as we rounded a curve in the trail in the woods we were greeted with the open blue sky and the waiting view was incredible. We could see a cloud topping the next mountaintop and an incredible swirl of greens from the trees below us. I snapped a few pictures of the view.

"The scenery would look much better with you in it," I remarked.
Carol walked out onto one of the rock ledges and posed for me. When I was done with the shots, Carol playfully turned around and slowly peeled her shorts down her rear, exposing her tight ass cheeks. I laughed with approval and started taking more pictures as she slipped her shorts and panties off and then her shirt.

"Nude in the wild," I said with a smile as I took a few shots of her naked.

"I've never been this spontaneous before," Carol admitted as she turned and took in the view in all her nakedness.

"Well, you have every reason to break out and become complete free," I said.
It felt rather strange to be so out in the open doing what we were doing. I could feel the sun beating down on my back as I took in the beauty of both our surroundings and of Carol.

"I can't believe I'm behaving this way with you all of a sudden," she said, glancing over her shoulder at me.

"Maybe you feel safe with me," I suggested.

"Safe," she sighed. "I had forgotten what that word means."
"Do you want to head back?" I asked.
She looked at me quizzically for a second before pouting. "You mean I don't get to see you naked too?"

Carol reached out and stroked the bulge in my pants. "It appears this part of you wants to come out."
She unzipped and unbuttoned my shorts, letting them fall to the ground. Carol kissed my stomach and pulled my underwear down to my ankles. Taking me into her mouth she quickly had me as hard as a rock. Carol's tongue circled the head of my cock as she pumped her hand up and down the shaft.
I moaned as I pulled her up from her knees. Turning her until she was facing one of the large rocks near us, I placed her hands on the rock and rubbed my cock against her ass. Reaching between her legs, I could feel she was soaking wet and I placed the head of my cock against her pussy and easily slipped inside her. She moaned as my cock filled her up. I started off slow, pulling out and then slipping deep into her and then steadily my thrusting got faster, I placed my hands on her hips to steady myself as I thrust harder and faster against her ass. Her pussy tightened around my cock as I heard her screaming get louder.

I had the imagine of some hikers in the far off distance hearing her screams and mistaking them as an SOS or cry for help and rushing upon us to find us humping like jackrabbits. I reached up and wound one hand into Carol's hair as I felt myself starting to cum. I pulled her head back as I thrust hard into her twice more before I started cumming. Her scream turned into a wail and her pussy clamped down on me like a vise.
Her wail was echoing back to us as we both came to a shuddering finish. My legs were a bit weak and I had to hold Carol up so she wouldn't collapse. We stood leaning against the rock for a few minutes before we were able to stand straight and get our clothes back on. We ate a bit of trail mix and drank some water before resuming our hike, albeit much slower than before. We looped back around till we could see the cabin across the pond.
The water looked inviting after our long hot hike (and other activities) so we stripped out of our clothes when we reached the cabin side of the pond and we walked naked into the water. The water was cold but it felt really good.

"I can't believe I'm naked with you again," she said as we treaded water.
"Skinny dipping is pretty tame," I said with a smile.

"Did you bring any high school girls up here in the old days?" She asked.

"Wow, I never thought of that!" I grinned.

"I bet," she said, rolling her eyes.

We swam around for a few minutes and then swam to the shore sitting on the grassy bank naked and letting the sun warm us dry. Carol dug some sun screen out of her bag and held it out to me.

"Could you put some on?" She requested, turning her back to me.
I squirted some of the sunscreen into my hand and proceeded to rub it into her skin. She lay down on her stomach and I rubbed some on her bare ass. I made sure she was covered back to front including her incredible breasts. She stopped me from playing with her chest and she told me it was my turn as she covered my back and by the time she was finished with the front I had a understandable hard-on sticking straight out.
Carol eyed my hard-on while we soaked up the sun but we didn't do anything except enjoy the surroundings and each other's company. We were in our own little world away from reality and civilization and problems.

"You getting hungry?" Carol wanted to know.

We had missed lunch but perhaps we could enjoy an early supper.

"A little," I admitted.

The sun had dried us long ago. We grabbed our stuff and headed to the cabin still naked to clean up.

"I haven't been this naked this long in my entire life," Carol laughed.

"One with nature," I smiled. "Why don't you shower first and I'll start dinner," I suggested.

Carol disappeared into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I threw on my shorts and tee shirt and it didn't take to long to whip up a satisfactory dinner. It was almost ready by the time she stepped out of the bathroom, toweling her hair dry and wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

"Just keep an eye on the spaghetti sauce while I jump in the shower," I requested.

"Of course," she agreed with a happy smile.

I washed off and I rejoined Carol for our spaghetti dinner. She was smiling during most of the dinner and I realized that I loved her smile and I was starting to get very drawn to her. This was quite a first date weekend!

"Are you okay with all this?" I asked as we ate our meal.

"With all what?" She teased.

"Me being here," I replied. "Being together like this."

"I've been through hell for months, Parker," she reminded me. "I forgot what a little passion, romance and unconditional sex could feel like."

"You don't worry about me because of what happened with the last guy?"

"Should I?" She asked.

"No, of course not," I answered quickly, immediately embarrassed. "I just meant that maybe you need more time or something."

"Too late now," she laughed.

I chewed on my lip and looked at her.

"Parker, I've known you for years," she said. "I think I know you well enough to know I can trust you."

"Okay, good, thanks," I said with relief. "I feel better."

"Lorna has been after me to make the moves on you," Carol revealed.

"Really?" I asked with surprise.

"She says you always pick loser girls and I would be good for you," Carol laughed.

"Loser girls?" I was a little offended.

Okay, so maybe I wasn't all that successful in the romance department. I tended to pick snobs and bores but I subscribed to the theory that it was better to be with someone instead of no one and while most of my relationships ended with disappointment, I don't think any of those could compare to Carol's last experience!
We cleaned up when we were done eating and adjourned to the living area. I found a romantic CD, turned on the stereo, and then I turned the lights down and lit two candles. Carol sat watching me from the couch wondering what I was up to as she sipped on another glass of wine which let me know what was probably in store for later on!

Smiling, I approached her and held out my hand. She looked at me with a goofy grin and she let me pull her off the couch. Leading her to the open area, I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. She put her hand against my chest and wrapped her arm around my neck.
We slowly danced together, feeling how good it was to be in each other's presence. We danced close for a while and after the first two slow songs we started making up our own dance moves. We stepped on each others toes but it was great fun!
After three songs of faster dancing we were both getting a little sweaty so I opened a window while Carol got us some water.

"Are you getting warm?" I asked.

"Yeah," she admitted.

"Ever dance naked before?" I grinned.

She rolled her eyes. "Again with the naked?" She laughed.

But she willingly let me help her out of her clothes and then she helped me with mine. I took her in my arms again as the next song started. I could feel her breasts pressed flat against my chest, her arms around my neck and looking down I see her bare ass moving ever so slowly as we dance to the music. I couldn't remember a time when I felt better than I did right then.
The dancing turned into kissing and then the kissing was joined by some wandering hands until I couldn't take it anymore and I grabbed her ass and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the bed. Her bouncing against me had me halfway inside her before we even got to the bed. After laying her back on the bed I finished the job by sliding deep into her. I was standing at the side of the bed and her ankles up on my shoulders as I started thrusting into her. Trying my best to keep my rhythm steady, I continued to thrust deep and hard on every stroke.
She had one hand up squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple while the other snaked down between her legs. I could feel her fingers as I thrust in and out of her while her thumb rubbed back and forth on her clit. Her body started quivering as the walls of her pussy squeezed around my cock. Her head was tilted back and her back arched as her mouth opened in a silent scream. I grabbed her legs harder and continued to thrust deeply into her until I heard her gasping. Her eyes were wide as she tried to gulp in air. I was still slowly sliding in and out of her but once she caught her breath she reached up and pulled me down to her kissing me passionately.
Carol wrapped her legs around me and started matching me thrust for thrust. As our kiss broke I looked into her eyes as a low growl came from the back of her throat as she bucked against me using her legs to match my thrusts. We started picking up the tempo, hard and fast.
It didn't take to long before I groaned and I saw stars as I exploded inside her. I think she came again too which made me very happy. I felt weak as I lay on top of her, being careful to make sure I wasn't crushing her and that she could still breathe.

"Wow," was all I could get out after we had both gotten our breathing under control.

"My legs are still quivering," Carol said with amazement. "Geez, Parker, I don't think I've ever had sex like this before!"

We held each other naked on the bed. I kept meaning to get up and get something to drink but we dozed off and I didn't wake up till hours later. The cabin had gotten a bit cool so I untangled myself, got up and closed the windows and then pulled the comforter up over Carol before climbing in beside her. It didn't take long before I was back asleep with pleasant dreams of my new love.

I woke up to find that the comforter had been kicked off the bed, Carol was sprawled out on her back, her legs and arms spread eagled like she was a gymnast or she was making a snow angel in her sleep.

I slipped out of the bed and went to use the bathroom, brushing my teeth in the process, finding her still asleep when I returned. Still naked, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I put together a quick meal and picked a few wildflowers outside the cabin to put on her tray. I couldn't find a vase anywhere so I used one of the empty wine bottles instead. Carrying the tray of food to the bed I placed the coffee near Carol's head knowing the welcoming smell would help to wake her but she was still out cold, sprawled out across the bed. I put the tray down on the bedside table and I rubbed her thighs as I lay between them.

Her hand went through her hair as she moaned softly. "Are you going to eat me for breakfast?"

I laughed. "Maybe later," I said. "I made waffles."

"I'm sure I'm better," she said with a wink as she sat up and glanced at the tray of breakfast items.

She smiled and grabbed her coffee as I slipped back down to explore her wetness with my tongue and fingers. I didn't want to disrupt her eating so I didn't go too fast and I slowed down whenever I felt like I was about to push her over the edge.
"I've never eaten while I've been eaten out before," she giggled as she ate her waffle with her hand.
I traced the outline of her lips with the tip of my tongue and then I dipped it inside her, running the rougher part over her clit. I felt a trill every time I heard her moan or felt her twitch. I explored every bit of her clit, running the tip of my tongue in circles around it, lightly sucking on it, or just gently flipping my tongue back and forth over it. The bed was soaked everywhere underneath her!

Eventually, she finished eating and she put the tray aside. Reaching down she pulled me up by my chin and then rolled me over onto my back. Swinging her leg over, she straddled me and without using her hands slid herself onto me. She moaned as I reached up and pulled on her nipples. She was so wet her juices quickly coated my thighs and there was a squishing sound every time our bodies met. Her thrusting had an almost desperate feel to it as she impaled herself on me over and over. Her moans reached an almost euphoric pitch as she started to shudder. I could feel her legs and body tighten as she clawed my chest. Her orgasm wracked her body until she fell down on me, still shuddering.
I held her until she stopped quivering and I ran my fingers up and down her back and between her ass crack. She still had me inside her and she opened her eyes, smiled and kissed me. I kissed her passionately and we lay there in each others arms for a while, eventually nodding off again.
It was after noon before we got out of bed, put away the remains of breakfast and cleaned up. We spent most of the day reading on the back patio or down by the pond. We also talked about our lives, the people we had known, dated and loved, our families and our hopes and dreams.

As dusk approached, Carol went to go make dinner while I chopped some wood for the fireplace. The cabin smelled wonderful when I entered. There were lit candles on the table and I could hear Carol bustling about in the bathroom (the door was closed). I decided to get a fire started as flickering firelight would nicely complement the mood Carol had set. I got the wood into the fireplace and just as I got some of the wood shavings burning nicely I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw Carol standing behind me.

"I just wanted to thank you, Parker," she said softly. "For everything. This has been a wonderful weekend."
She helped me stand up and then she gave me a long kiss.

"Dinner's ready," she said as she led me to the table and she sat down across from me.

I don't think I even saw what I was eating because I couldn't take my eyes off her. I knew whatever it was I was eating tasted great and smelled great but all my attention was focused on Carol. Was it possible to fall in love in one weekend?
We didn't make much dinner conversation. We didn't have to. We just looked at each other and admired each other. I sat back when I was finished eating and I watched as Carol finished her meal. When she was done she stood up.

"Why don't you add some more wood to the fire while I clean up?" She suggested.

"I'd be happy to," I replied.

I went outside and grabbed a few more logs. Adding them to the fire and poking it with the poker, I managed to get the fire roaring. I turned around to find that Carol was standing a few feet behind me and I heard the stereo playing. She started to dance in front of me, the silhouette of her against the fire becoming extremely erotic. I stood and she started rubbing her body against me. She kissed me and then she knelt down in front of me, taking off my shoes, socks and then working on my belt and pants.
Grinding her thighs against my leg, I could feel how wet she was and there was a glistening trail left everywhere her panties touched me. She ran her hands through my hair and our kissing was getting quite passionate, leaving both of us breathless when we remembered to stop for air. Before I knew it, we were both naked (again!) standing in the middle of the room and she was sliding my manhood into her as we swayed to the music. I could feel the silky feel of her against me. It didn't take long before I groaned and exploded inside her and she moaned out loud as she felt my cock twitching inside her, grinding herself hard into me. As my orgasm was ending I felt her body start to quiver and I grabbed her rear and pressed her hard against me. Before her orgasm was over she was bouncing her crotch hard against me as I thrust harder and harder into her. She started to howl as she finished her orgasm and then she literally fell to the floor as my dick slipped out of her with a loud pop.
I sat on the floor next to her and she climbed into my lap, facing me. We started grinding our bodies together so hard it didn't take long before I popped back inside her. We kissed and our hands were running through each others hair as our lovemaking continued.

I really don't remember much after that. We somehow made it to the bed and we made love again. Later, in the darkness of night, cuddling together naked under the covers with the fire still burning in the fireplace across the room, I kissed Carol on her forehead.

"I feel like I'm on my honeymoon," Carol told me. "I haven't had this much sex in this short amount of time in my life."

"Maybe we were both due," I reasoned with a smile.

"Do you think we have a chance?" She asked with worry. "I mean, together?"

"Yes, I do," I said happily. "I think this weekend proved it."

"I mean beyond the sex," she sighed.

"We're both into insurance," I joked.

She laughed but I could tell she was troubled.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Am I ever going to get my normal life back?" She wanted to know.

"Detective Laplante is one of our customers," I said. "I'll have him check up on your guy to see if he's still around."

"You're my guy," she giggled. Then she gave out a long sigh. "Maybe I should hide out here forever. You can visit. We'll have unconditional sex and skinny dip and forget about our worries."

"You can't stay here forever, Carol," I told her.

"Maybe it wouldn't be so bad," she offered. "As long as you keep coming to see me."

"I'll call Laplante when I get back to Greenville," I told her, kissing her on the forehead. "Now go to sleep."

When I awoke up in the morning, Carol was snuggled against me. I slipped out of bed and took a shower and when I came out of the bathroom she was seated at the table in a robe drinking some coffee.

"You're heading back?" She remembered from an earlier conversation.

"I'm supposed to meet Johnston at eleven," I sighed. "You going to be okay?"

"I guess I'm getting used to it," she sighed. "But after the weekend we just had, it sure is hard to let you go."

"I'll be back," I assured her.

She stood and gave me a good morning kiss. "I'm glad."

Once I was dressed, we shared some pancakes and I helped Carol clean up. She was standing at the sink glancing out the window at the pond.

"It really is very tranquil here," she told me. "Thanks for letting me stay here."

"We'll get this thing resolved one way the other," I said. "Don't worry about anything."

She gave me a meaningful kiss and smiled. "I believe you, Parker."

Those were the last words she spoke to me. Carol walked me to my car with my bag in hand and we kissed without saying anything before I climbed into the driver's seat. She smiled and blew me a kiss and I winked and waved before turning around and driving away.

I felt really good that morning as I drove back to Greenville. It had been a long time since I felt so attracted to a woman so unexpectedly and the mutually enjoyable sex made it all the more memorable and hopeful. Finally, after waiting so long, I felt like I had met the woman meant for me - even though I had been working with her for years!


The phone rang at four in the morning. I was groggy being awaken from a deep sleep.


"Mr. Norris?"


"This is Police Chief Banks from the Mt. Griffin Police Station, Sir," the official sounding voice said.

I gave the locals my name and number shortly before Carol arrived there just in case there were any problems.

"What's going on?" I asked, knowing there was a problem considering it was four in the morning.

"Your cabin is on fire."

I leapt from the bed. "What?"

"Sir, was it being used?"

"Yes, a friend is staying there," I said. "Is she alright?"

"Sir, I think you'd better get up here."

I don't remember much after that. I dressed in a daze and sped to the cabin as fast as I could without getting killed. I could smell the smoke before I turned off the main road and I saw the flashing lights of the fire engines and cop cars a good mile away.

By the time I arrived, the cabin had been reduced to rubble. Only the stone chimney from the fire place was left standing. Smoke billowed from the ashes.

"Where's Carol?" I asked as I rushed from my car through the fire engines and cop cars.

"Mr. Norris?"

A cop stopped me.


"I'm Chief Banks, Sir," the tall thin guy with a crew cut told me, holding me back by my arm.

"What happened?" I demanded.

"We're pretty sure it was arson, Sir," the cop replied. "The fire chief found evidence of an accelerant around the outside of the building. We smelled gasoline.

"Where's Carol?" I asked.

"Sir, we found a body," The Chief told me. "It was badly burned. No identity has been made yet."

"A woman?" I asked with disbelief.

"It would appear so."

I felt dizzy and the Chief helped me stay on me feet.

"The bastard fried her," I said angrily.

"What did you say?" The cop asked.

"Her ex-boy friend had been stalking her and harassing her," I said with a shaky voice. "She was hiding from him here," I explained. "There's no other possibility other than that son of a bitch."

The Chief took the necessary information as I stared at the smoking ruins of the log cabin. Could it really be possible that Carol was gone? That something this horrific could happen to her? That a man who once loved her could do something so sick?

When I arrived at the office later in the morning still in a dazed shock and smelling of smoke, Detective Laplante was waiting for me. I had called him when I returned from the cabin after my wonderful weekend with Carol and he was in the process of tracking down Carol's ex when this happened.

Laplante and Lenore informed me that someone had broken into the agency the night before and gone through the computers. The psychopath must have figured out that Normal Rae was really Carol and he tracked down the computer entries and phone calls to the cabin. That's how the murderous bastard found poor Carol.

The autopsy revealed that Carol was dead before the fire was started (there was no smoke in her lungs). The son of a bitch pleaded guilty to second degree murder in a plea bargain and during his allocution he told the court how he went to the cabin "just to talk" and when Carol wouldn't let him inside, he broke the door down. There was a confrontation and a fight and "I guess I lost it". The bastard strangled her to death with his bare hands and he torched the cabin to make a statement to me for "taking her away from me".

I never told anyone about my special weekend with Carol. Her death was my first experience with loss since my grandparents and I wasn't sure how to deal with it, especially the way she died and because we were just on the cusp of something big together.

Months later, I came across the photos still in the camera I had taken of Carol that day when we hiked up to the cliff and made love under the sky. Her seductive smile, tempting glances and happy grins made my eyes tear up and I looked at her beauty and remembered that wonderful time.

I was stoic in front of others and tried to act as if nothing had changed for me but inside I was a mess. I was angry, bitter, resentful, confused and I felt incomplete, as if something had been taken from me before I had a chance to experience it for real.

The Psychopath received a twenty-five year sentence for second degree murder but that hardly brought closure or satisfaction, let alone forgiveness. Carol's family and her friends started a scholarship in her name and the Norris Insurance Company began a 'Violence Against Women' task force in her name too.

A new agent, Marcy McWilliams, sits at Carol's old desk now, a year after the murder. A day doesn't go by when I don't think about Carol and what was taken from me. I know it was just one memorable weekend but when I left that Monday morning I was convinced that we had a future together. I fell in love in one weekend and I'm still in love with her even now. I miss her. And I will never forget her and I will not rest until stalkers, abusers and other psychopaths are stopped from hurting the women in their lives or the women who feared for their lives and tried to escape such a sick love.

Don't let Carol's death be in vain - speak out and protect women you know when they find themselves in the situation Carol found herself in. They need our help.