Henry and Eliza

We stopped at an all-night urgent care facility a couple hours out of town. X-rays confirmed the three broken ribs. Fortunately she did not appear to have any internal organ damage. The doctor taped her ribs and asked her to come back in two weeks for a checkup. Eliza marveled at the fact that I could pay the bill with a credit card.

Our next stop was a small country café for dinner. Her attire was not exactly appropriate for a family-oriented restaurant, but hunger overcame modesty. We were seated in a corner booth out of sight of the other customers. We ate quietly. At that point, I think she still expected to be found by one of Joe-Joe's friends and dragged back to the streets. She was on guard as she gulped down her food. The pain in her ribs didn't help her relax either.

We reached the gate to my estate at ten-thirty. I punched the code into the keypad to open the gate. I stopped inside the gate long enough to be sure it closed before proceeding up the driveway to the house. The code that opened the gate also turned on lights that lined the driveway and the lights on the front of the house. Five minutes after we went inside, the exterior and driveway lights turned off automatically.

The house was a bit ostentatious. It had six bedrooms, six full and three half bathrooms, a den/library, a family room, an indoor lap pool, and my office -- about six thousand square feet in all. Eliza was visibly taken aback when she saw the front. She was totally in awe of the place as I showed her around and told her which bedroom was hers. Every room elicited a "Wow!" from her. The tour ended in the kitchen where I opened a couple of sodas for us.

She opened her purse and took out the hundred dollars I had given her earlier. "I think you have literally saved my life," she said as she handed it to me. "You can do anything you want with me any time you want. No charge."

"Keep it" I said. She looked quizzically at me, then put the money away. "What kind of work have you done in the past?"

She chuckled. "Nothing, absolutely fucking nothing. Streetwalking is all I know. I ran away from home when I was seventeen. Joe-Joe bought me breakfast one morning and put me out on the street the same night. I've been a streetwalker for eight years. You know how much I get to keep out of each hundred-dollar trick? Ten bucks. Ten lousy stinking dollars. Joe-Joe keeps the rest."

"Would you believe me if I told you that you could make as much as five hundred dollars for an hour session? I mean you personally."

"You mean like those snobby courtesans?"

"Exactly."

"I could never be one of them. Who would pay me that much?"

"Lots of men. Women too. It's all a matter of image. Take my car for example. It does the same thing as a compact car. A luxury car and a compact both take people from one place to another. It's a means of transportation, nothing more. The difference is in the image. Call girls, streetwalkers, courtesans all have sex for money. Again the difference is in the image."

"No house would hire me. The minute I open my mouth everyone knows I'm just trash."

"So alter your image."

"How?"

"First, get rid of the gum. There's a trash can under the sink." Eliza spit the wad of gum into the can. "Okay, now go upstairs and bathe. Remember what the doctor said about keeping the bandages dry."

Obediently she climbed the stairs and went to her assigned room. I went to my room and showered. I returned to the living room to read a magazine while waiting for her. Half an hour later I heard the washing machine start. Eliza came into the living room completely naked. Her shoulder length auburn hair was still slightly damp. "I'm washing my clothes," she said. "Is that okay?"

"That's perfect," I replied. "Tomorrow we'll go shopping and get you a new wardrobe."

"A wardrobe? That sound so...so upper class," she said as she sat down beside me. "All I've ever had was a bunch of clothes. Well, I guess it's time for us to fuck."

"No. Part of your image is your vocabulary. We are going to make love."

I put one arm around her shoulders. With my free hand I drew her lips to mine. Her eyes closed and I gave her her first gentle kiss. Her jaw trembled with uncertainty as she returned the kiss trying to imitate my actions. I caressed her cheek with my fingertips as I continued to kiss her. Slowly her shaking hand was laid against my face. Only when her hand was still did I move my lips to her cheeks. With my eyes closed, I could easily imagine that it was Amanda in my arms. Her body was much like Eliza's when we were young with full firm breasts, soft smooth skin, strong tight legs. My dick was stirring for the first time in over a year.

I turned slightly so I could kiss Eliza's long neck. She tilted her head back giving me open access to her throat. She gasped when my arm brushed a nipple as I placed my hand on her neck. My own breathing slowed. For the first time since Amanda's death, I was becoming aroused. Eliza opened my bathrobe and found my cock. Her hand slowly roamed the length of my stiff shaft. Her fingertips traced the rim of my glans pushing me toward an immediate orgasm. I took her hand away and placed it on my shoulder. "What's your hurry?" I whispered.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Old tricks...I mean old habits die hard."

My hand rested on her hip while I began to kiss a circle around her left breast. It too had a few bruises I hadn't noticed before. How happy I was that Charlie had that beast behind bars. Every square inch of her boob was caressed by my lips until, at last, I came to the nipple. It was erect and awaiting my attention. As I sucked on it, it became a rigid pointer. Her right breast, mercifully, had not been harmed. When my tongue circled the right nipple, her entire body trembled. After she stopped shaking, I stood up and lifted her in my arms taking care not to touch her injured ribs. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder as I carried her upstairs to my bedroom.

After carefully placing her on the bed, I removed my robe and laid down beside her. My tongue found her navel. She giggled at my light touch, so I increased the pressure slightly. Her giggling turned into contented sighing. Slowly I kissed my way across her tummy coming closer and closer to her pubic hair. Her legs parted inviting me to enter her sex. She alternated between gasping and moaning as I placed a row of kisses on her inner thighs. Her slit had opened exposing her protruding clitoris. I sucked on it gently. Her head thrashed from side to side and her hands clenched the bed covers as I held her on the edge of an orgasm, but not allowing her to completely go over the top. She pleaded with me to finish her climax. Finally I hummed a low note and sent her convulsing into a strong finish.

Lifting my head from between her legs, I began to position myself over her. She placed her hand on my chest. "My ribs," she said. She was right. I stretched out beside her.

Her mouth immediately swallowed my solid prick. Her head bounced on my lap like a piston. I placed my hand on her head and held it down firmly. She slowed her speed, and I released her head. After a couple minutes of cock sucking, she placed a row of kisses up my torso from my crotch to my chest. Her legs straddled my hips, and she sat down with her open cleft atop my pecker. I was ready to enter her, but she slid her slit along my cock until she climaxed again. It was my turn to pant like a racehorse. I was ready to cum, but I was held back by the strong desire to be inside her. "You're not the only one who can tease," she said seductively. "How do you like your own medicine?"

"It's great," I whispered.

She lifted her hips and guided my tense member into her cunt. Her hot pussy slowly engulfed me. My hands kneaded her full breasts as she rocked her hips back and forth on my peg. There were no tan lines on her pale skin. I propped my knees up so I could begin thrusting in unison with her rocking. Her slow deep breathing gradually changed to rapid panting as my tempo increased. She leaned forward pressing her firm melons against my chest with her nipples on mine. I pumped rapidly. My loins became the focus of all sensation as my balls tightened. I buried myself as deeply into her as I could, and my first load roared up through my dick into her womb. As the second contraction squeezed another wad into her I pushed my hips upward to force myself even further into Eliza. Her own climax rode in on mine and her pussy muscles grasped my manhood like a clenched fist. A year's abstinence had me boiling over with lust. Eight times my nuts pumped seed into her before my body collapsed in total exhaustion. Eliza was just as tired as I was. We both fell asleep with my cock still inside her.

Eliza was gone from the room and my robe was missing when I awoke the next morning. I pulled on a pair of pants and went downstairs. She was drinking a cup of coffee in the breakfast nook and staring out the window at the lake behind the house. I poured myself a cup and sat down across the table from her. She didn't respond. "Penny for your thoughts," I said while trying to look into her grey eyes.

"Huh. Oh, hi," she said startled out of her trance. "I hope you don't mind my wearing your robe. My clothes are in the dryer. When they're done, I'll be going."

"Going where?"

"I don't know. I just know I don't belong here."

"Why not? Is there something wrong?"

"No, it's beautiful here. It's so peaceful. I saw a deer down by the water earlier. It looked right at me, and it didn't seem afraid."

"Deer are pretty skittish. Why do you think you don't belong here?"

"This place is.... I don't know how to say it. It's so clean, and I'm a whore. Whores don't belong in clean places. They belong on the streets and in the cribs. I would spoil everything if I stayed."

I moved around to the end of the table to be closer to her and to put my hand on hers. "Your soul has been tortured for so long. Please, Amanda, I want you to stay."

"Why did you call me Amanda?"

"I'm sorry. That was my wife's name. You look so much like she did at your age. Eliza, please stay. You can find peace here. Besides, this house is so empty. I've been alone the past year and a half. I need company. It would be good for both of us."

She sipped her coffee and stared out the window. After a minute she put her cup down and pointed toward the window. I turned around to look outside. A doe was walking toward the house. It stopped at the edge of the patio and looked at us. "She's beautiful," Eliza whispered. The doe's head bobbed up and down a couple times.

"I think she likes you."

"Henry, that's cheating. Okay, I'll stay until my ribs have healed. But I want to earn my keep. I'll be your housekeeper and cook."

"I don't need a maid; I need a girlfriend."

"I can be your girlfriend when I'm off the clock. What would you like for breakfast?"

"Today is Saturday. It's your day off. I'll take you out for breakfast, then we'll go shopping for your wardrobe. I know just the place in a little town down the road."

The restaurant was crowded. Eliza's skimpy attire drew the attention of every man in the place. I knew most of them, and about half of them had offered me their wives when Amanda died. Of course they had been with Amanda too. We were seated in the center of the dining room. Eliza clearly felt self-conscious. After a few minutes everyone turned back to their tables and ignored us. Her shoulders dropped with relief.

After breakfast we walked a block down the street to a boutique where I knew the owner. Barbara spotted me the moment we came through the door and came running up to me. "Henry!" she squealed. "It's so good to see you." She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. "All the girls have been wondering when you'll come back to the group. We've all missed you." She noticed Eliza and circled her inspecting her like as prize heifer. "And who is this? Henry, you naughty boy, you've been holding out on us. She's gorgeous. I do hope you will bring her with you sometime."

"Barbara," I said, "this is Eliza. She needs help picking out a new wardrobe. She needs everything, casual wear, cocktail dresses, a couple suits, underwear, sleepwear, shoes, maybe one of those bikinis with the stick-on top. You are the most qualified person I know to assist her. I'll be back in a couple hours to pick her up and take care of the tab."

"Of course, Darling," Barbara said. "You would be a size ten, my dear?"

"Ah, yes, ma'am," Eliza said nervously. Her eyes shifted between Barbara and me. I started toward the door. "Ah, Henry." She caught up with me. "Who is she?" she whispered.

"She's an old friend," I said. "Trust her. She has excellent taste."

"I'm sure she's a good person, but she gives me the creeps. I feel like a deer being stalked by a mountain lion. That is the right animal?"

"Yes, but don't worry. She's a pussy cat, not a lioness. In ten minutes, you'll be best friends." I gave her a quick kiss and went out the door.