1971

Willie Loomis knocked at the door of Collinwood hesitantly. He tucked a nervous pair of fingers into his too-tight shirt collar and thought to himself how uncomfortable the tie was. He knew he looked great, Barnabas and Julia had assured him of that. He couldn't figure out why this date felt so important, yet it did. He hoped it would be the first of many.

The door swung open. She was there, smiling at him, holding out her hand in greeting. She was wearing a black dress on her slim figure and looked ravishing. Ravishing? He had never, ever used that word, not in his head or on his lips. "So good to see you, Willie," she said warmly.

"Yeah," he said, and gulped. "Couldja. . .I mean, I'd really appreciate it a lot if you'd call me Will." He held out the bouquet of fragrant mixed-hued carnations he had bought at the Collinwood Florist's Shop. She buried her face in them and thanked him. They were her favorite flower, how did he know?

"Lucky guess," said Willie.

"Thanks again, Will," she said, and took his arm in hers. There was something in her eyes that shook him, because it was the last thing he expected to see reflected there.

Three hours later, "Will's" too-tight tie was hanging, loose and limp, on the back of the chair in his bedroom; his cock, hard and eager, was ecstatically doing his date. The rest of his clothes, along with hers, were strewn all over the room. Willie was exhausted, having made love to her three times--and she was cuddling close, touching him intimately, urging him to do her a fourth time!

"I hope you understand," she whispered in his ear, "I haven't had a man in nearly 23 years, Will. Imagine how horny YOU would be if you stayed celibate that long!"

Will Loomis realized she was right, and besides, she was the best he'd ever had, insatiable, exciting, inventive and very grateful.

He fucked Liz Stoddard until dawn tinged the sky pink.

Love, RobinV