Many thanks to Literotica author 'englander1961' for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Thanks to Literotica author 'KY ridgerunner' for the stories that planted the idea in my head months ago.
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"Yeah, sure, it's Friday night, like with my seniority they work me Friday nights, well, except for special projects. Not a problem, Harry, I'll be there. Got some news for you about an old friend of ours, I'll tell you tonight, looking forward to it."
Eddy put down the phone and stared at the clock. He had enough time to catch a few more hours of sleep before he needed to be up and moving on some errands. He rolled over on his bed, looked at the empty half of it and went back to sleep.
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Harry was taking Fridays off so he and Carol had taken Madame Cornelius out for a late breakfast and then returned to her place to look at some furniture options. After picking out some items that were going to make certain situations a lot easier on all concerned, they headed home.
"Harry, Kelly said something about stopping by tonight after she got off work and really hoping you were awake but I feel kind of bad since we'll be out and I've got no idea how long it'll be before we get home."
"Call her, give her my cell number, tell her to call me when she gets off and we can coordinate a link up. Come to think of it, why haven't we gotten you your own phone?"
She was rooting around in her ever-present bag.
"For the same reason I'm still carrying around my diaphragm, condoms and spermicide in my bag even though I don't need them anymore, Harry, we've been too busy to worry about it."
"Well, we have nothing planned for today until this evening, so let's go tend to that right now."
"Sounds good to me. Remind me later, during a more intimate moment, that there's something else I want to discuss with you, something I think needs to be taken care of."
"Alright, go ahead, be all mysterious, I shall have to strip you down, tie you to the bed and torture you through orgasm after orgasm for the information!"
"Promise, sir?"
"Damn, that isn't going to work as I had planned. Alright then, I shall strip you down, tie you to the bed, tease you mercilessly and then leave you unfulfilled until you give me the information!"
"Bastard!"
"Now we're getting somewhere."
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When they got back to the house, Carol stretched Harry out on the bed and began to massage him with oil that had a delicate sandalwood scent.
"And Harry, after what happened last time, if you get hard, you're on your own."
"Baby Girl, if I get hard, you'll be the second person to know it and the first to relieve it."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "So, tell me about Eddy."
"Mmmm, that feels good... There's really not a lot to say. He and I have been friends since grade school. Growing up he had this reputation as a scary kid, you know, the one everybody stays away from because he's psycho or something, but really he's one of the sweetest, gentlest guys you'd ever want to meet... unless he's pissed off, in which case yeah, he's a pretty scary motherfucker.
"Could you work that spot a little more? Oh, yeah, that's it... damn, that alone is worth any favor you want to ask."
"I'll remember you said that, sir."
"You do that. Anyway, it either takes a lot to piss Eddy off or not much at all, depending how you go about it. You have to hurt him real bad or you can piss him off real easily by hurting someone who doesn't look like they can defend themselves."
"So you're not the only one with a 'white knight' complex'."
Harry stuck his tongue out at her.
"He's always been big and kinda scary and so that, combined with a few unfortunate incidents involving kids he thought were picking on weaklings, built him this 'psycho' reputation.
"Oh yeah, damn, I didn't know that was that knotted up. Ummm, oh, you are a good masseuse... So, by the time we get to high school, we're smoking major amounts of pot and the rumor gets started that for him it's not recreational, it's to keep him calm so he doesn't kill someone, you know how rumors are in school. After school, I work for awhile, save money for college, he goes into trade school and becomes a locksmith. He drifted into security work from there, now he and some associates of his test on-site security for various companies. If their security measures fail, and they almost always do as Eddy and his boys are very good at what the do, then the company Eddy works for quite often gets a new contract out of it."
"Sir, you've told me a little about who Eddy is, more about what he does. Roll over."
"Alright... my take on it is that Eddy needs to be needed. He's been married and divorced nine times and I'm not sure all of us together could count how many disastrous short term relationships and one-night stands he's had. He needs to be needed, he needs to be needed badly, and a lot, but he attracts women who need his money and leave once they have it. Or they marry him and leave once they have more of it, collected over a period of time. I don't know how he keeps trying. I mean, I'm an incurable romantic-"
"And I thank God for it," she said.
"-but even I would have given up by now. He just keeps getting knocked down and getting up to try again. I wish I knew some way to help him be happy."
"Harry, that's simple. We just need to find a woman who needs him, not his money."
"That's simple? No, you helping me with this raging erection I have, that's simple-"
"And fun!"
"-but finding a woman for Eddy, I don't think I'd call that simple."
"Well, it's a project for some other time, no matter what. Right now, let's take care of that."
Carol slid on top of him and settled down on his cock.
"Damn girl, are you ever not wet?"
"Harry, I've been rubbing my hands over you for the last half hour. Mmmm... do the math. Oh, sir?"
"Yes my love?"
"That matter I wanted to raise with you in a more intimate setting?"
"Mmmm hmmm?"
"I want to legally change my name to Carol Grimes."
Harry's eyes flew open and he stared at her.
