"Rach! Rach!"

The excitement in the voice doing the yelling didn't draw my attention, it was the name being called and Macho's frantic tugging on his leash. I turned away from the concierge desk at the Ritz-Carlton Newport Beach and scanned the lobby. Spotting the excited woman wasn't difficult. Locating the focus of her excitement took a few seconds longer.

It was obvious that the woman standing at the valet podium didn't want to be recognized. Wearing sunglasses, faded jeans, and a grey sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over the baseball cap just screamed, "CELEBRITY".

I picked Macho up and held him in my arms. I reached her just as the woman who had been yelling for her panted, "Jamie has been trying to reach you. His connecting flight in Dallas has been delayed two hours. He didn't want you waiting at the airport for him."

The woman said, "Thanks, Michelle. Can you wait here and inform the valet that I won't need my car for another hour or so?"

Michelle sputtered, "Of course."

When the woman spun around to return to the lobby of the hotel, she walked right into me. "Oh, I'm sorry. Please excuse..."

Her hasty apology died on her lips as she looked up and saw my face. I smiled down at her stunned expression, "Hello, Mac."

"Uh, uh, Aiden," she stammered. "What are you doing here?" Then she heard the whimper, "Macho!"

"I could ask you the same thing," I chuckled as Macho tried to leap from my arms to hers. "But I think that I already have a pretty good idea. What I don't understand is why you chose this hotel."

Her voice was barely above a whisper when she said, "I think you know why. Can we take this reunion somewhere a bit more private?"

I shrugged, and said, "Lead the way."

~~~

"Maeve, this is totally unacceptable," I snarled into the phone. "I understand what this weekend is, but to drop this on me at the last minute is unfathomable and grossly unprofessional. Hold on a second..."

I heard the intercom for the elevator, so I strolled towards the speaker, lowering the phone from my ear to avoid listening to Maeve's feeble excuses. Pushing the talk button, I said, "Yes, may I help?"

A sweet disembodied voice came back, "Uh, hi. I'm here to see a Mr. Parker about a house-sitting job."

"Fuck!" I thought. I had forgotten about the interview that I had scheduled with the college girl as a potential house-sitter. I needed to have someone in place by early next week, and since today was Friday, I didn't have a lot of time to accomplish that. Now I had the news from Maeve to deal with as well.

I pushed the talk button again, "I'll send the code to open the elevator doors. Once inside, enter 8-2-2-8 on the elevator keypad and the doors will close." I further instructed, "Once the doors close the elevator will automatically bring you to the penthouse. I will meet you up here."

Without waiting for a response, I returned to my call with the owner of the New York-based international escort service that I was a regular customer of, "Maeve, you have to find me someone for tomorrow night. I booked this with you over a month ago."

Maeve's tone was non-committal when she said, "Let me see if I can find a girl in Chicago or Detroit willing to fly to Toronto for the assignment. I won't even charge you extra for the added cost of their flights."

"I won't mind paying for their flights if you can find me someone," I assured her. "How soon will you know?"

I heard the elevator doors opening as Maeve said, "Give me half an hour."

Disconnecting the call, I walked across the expansive living room of the penthouse towards the elevator. The doors were just closing behind a young girl balancing a bicycle against her hip as she removed the rain-soaked parka from her tiny body.

When she noticed me, she asked, "Is there someplace that I can put my bike while we talk?"

Ignoring the dirty tire tracks and small puddle on the floor, I took the parka from her hands and hung it on the coat rack. I pointed to a door and said, "Try that storage closet there. Let me know if the golf clubs are in your way and I'll move them."

After quickly and efficiently stowing her bike in the closet, she closed the door and turned to study me. The corner of her mouth turned up slightly right before she announced, "Your name isn't Parker. What are you playing at, Mr. Greely?"

"Parker is the pseudonym I use when I want to keep my presence someplace private." My subsequent question denoted my obvious surprise, "I'm sorry, have we met before?"

I was no celebrity in the typical sense, but my wealth and public appearances for one charity event or another did get my name in the papers on a regular basis. Using a pseudonym when hiring personal help kept the fortune seekers a bay in most cases.

"My name is Rachel McAdams," she said in a bemused tone. "We met last October, backstage at the York University production of 'Taming of the Shrew'. I was still in costume at the time, so that could be a factor in you not recognizing me now. Well, that and me probably looking like a drowned rat right now."

Realization dawned brighter than an August sunrise, "You were Katherina?"

My investigators had completed a detailed criminal and background check on her or she wouldn't have been given this appointment, but I had never reviewed the reports myself and had no clue that she was someone that I had previously met.

Nodding, she smiled and said, "Yes, and thank you again, Mr. Greely, for your generous donation to the theater program at the university. I know that it sounds selfish of me, but your donation ensures that I will be able to finish the program next year instead of having it cancelled. Thank you."

"Please, Miss McAdams," I beckoned. "Come and have a seat so we can talk. Would you like a towel or anything?"

"No thank you. My parka kept most f me dry."

As I led her to a chair in the living room, I felt compelled to confess, "I have regretted that evening for the last five months."

In a shocked tone, she asked, "You regret your donation? Oh, no, Mr. Greely, the program needs the money..."

I took her hand and gently patted it in assurance, "Please call me Aiden. And no, I don't regret the donation. In fact, it was your performance that inspired me to make it. You were wonderful in the role. What I regret is that I didn't have the forethought to bring a dozen roses with me that night to present to you after the show. Others had mentioned how wonderful you were in the role, and I should have respected their opinions and been prepared to show my appreciation for your performance. I have often thought about looking you up through the university so that I could send you the flowers belatedly."

"Flowers aren't necessary," she blushed. "Your generous donation won't wilt, and is so much more appreciated."

I walked over to the small secretary desk in the corner and began writing myself a note. I then turned back to my guest and announced, "When you return to the university, I would appreciate you notifying whoever it concerns that I will be establishing a permanent endowment for the theater program there. You can also take full credit for inspiring me to do so. Now, should we discuss the purpose for you being here today?"

No further discussion would be possible until I peeled the sobbing little bundle of next-door beauty from around my body. She had her face buried so tightly against my chest that her muttered words were unintelligible. So, rather than try to separate us, I embraced her and lifted her off her feet. I carried her back to her chair and leaned down to allow her to eventually fall back onto the cushion.

Before I could join her on another chair, the elevator doors began opening again. Knowing what to expect, I dashed towards the elevator in time to scoop up my six-pound, fur-covered razor blade, affectionately named, "Macho", before he could attack my guest.

Macho was my one-year-old male Chihuahua. As long as I held him in my arms, anyone in the penthouse was safe until he had a chance to inspect them properly. His positive or negative assessment of a person would determine whether they still had any significant skin on their bodies when they stepped back onto the elevator.

Fortunately, his protective nature seemed exclusive to the penthouse while I occupied any part of it, or if we were together in public. I could confidently put him in the elevator and send it down to the atrium on the second floor to do his business on the grass areas there. If anyone else was in the atrium, Macho would be friendly and affectionate, even if they happened to have another dog with them. If I went down with him, I had to keep him on a leash.

Macho noticed my guest immediately, and started growling and squirming in my arms. I carried him over to the couch and asked Rachel to join me so that I could hold Macho while he sniffed her. One sniff of her hand morphed instantly into several licks, a clear sign that he had given her a positive assessment. I released him from my arms, and Macho moved to devote more effort into flirting with this new female in his life.

"So, this must be why the enigmatic Aiden Greely needs a house-sitter," she giggled between kisses from Macho.

I laughed, "He is certain the primary reason. His name is Macho, by the way."

"Hi there, Macho. You can call me Mac. Only my dearest and closest friends get to call me that and I can tell that you and I are going to be best friends."

Cuddling my dog against her breasts, Mac emphatically said, "If Macho is one of the perks, I definitely want the job!"

If my dog took to her so fast and so strongly, she is someone that I felt just as confident in. "You're hired," I practically bellowed. In a calmer tone, I asked, "Do you want to discuss any other details about the position, such as how much it pays, where you'll sleep, or anything?"

Before I could continue, my phone rang. I saw that it was Maeve calling me back. "Excuse me for a minute while I take this call."

I left Macho in Mac's lap and headed towards my home office as I answered the call. I was closing the office door as Maeve began spewing more excuses and apologies.

Cutting her off with my bitter response, I said, "We're through, Maeve. I'll leave it to you to explain to Chloe, Amber, and the others why I will no longer be needing their services, and I expect you to take full responsibility. It is your disorganization and lack of professionalism that placed me in this situation, and I will not simply ignore your incompetence. Goodbye."

I knew exactly what Maeve had done, and she knew that I knew. She had embraced the opportunity to sign some new, probably foreign clients, by booking all of her available girls over the Valentine's Day weekend with them rather than honoring the previously scheduled bookings of her established clients first. Maeve had wrongly assumed that customer preferences for specific girls would garner her enough loyalty that standing up existing clients wouldn't be a problem.

Maeve was due for a rude awakening. It might not happen overnight, but she would eventually see the light. The growing popularity of the Internet, and social media in particular, was going to minimize the need for freelance workers, such as paid escorts, to deal with a middle man in order to arrange their own bookings. I had done so myself a few times in Europe to arrange for a companion to one event or another. Maybe I would start compiling a list of suitable independent companions globally. Screw people like Maeve.

Heading back into the living room, I saw Mac on her knees, playing paw tag with Macho on the floor. She stopped when she saw me and quickly rose to her feet.

"I'm somewhat surprised that a man your size has such a small dog," Mac observed. "I would have expected a German Shepard or a Golden Retriever, something like those."

"I had bigger dogs when growing up," I admitted. "I honestly never considered a Chihuahua until I met Macho as a puppy and started weighing the advantages of his size for a home such as this. I never expected for the intimacy that having such a small dog brings to our relationship to affect me as much as it has. Macho is easy to hold in my arms or on my lap, which allows us to be more affectionate than is convenient with a larger dog. I have never slept better than when Macho curls up on my pillow beside my head in bed at night. I am his world, and he made himself mine."

"Well, it's obvious that you two are perfect for each other, and I am honored to be in both of your lives."

I smiled and said, "Follow me. I'll give you a tour of the place. Macho already knows his way around, but he'll follow us to make sure that I don't get you lost."

Macho dutifully followed us around as I showed Mac the accommodations that I had intended for the house-sitter to use, the two other guest bedrooms, the kitchen, laundry room, the workout room, and my home office. I simply pointed to the door that led to my master bedroom, but I didn't think that a tour of it was warranted.

I explained, "In addition to caring for Macho when I am out of town on business, I plan on having some significant remodeling done on the place. I'll need someone here to let the various contractors and trades people in to do the work. Well, more to the point of the actual need, someone to keep Macho from getting me sued by any of them if he were to bite someone. You will always need to be certain that he is safely corralled while anyone other than you or me is here. The housekeeper comes every other day, but Macho is familiar with her and shouldn't cause any problems."

I pointed to a small brass bell mounted at ankle height on the wall next to the elevator and explained, "That is Machos' potty bell. If he rings it, you need to simply call the elevator for him. Once he gets on, press the button for the second floor and he'll do the rest."

Mac gasped, "Don't I have to go down with him? How does he get back up?"

I pointed to the intercom on the wall, "Press the button for the doorman and just let him know that Macho is on the elevator. He'll give it a few minutes and then either send Macho back up or have another member of the building staff do it. They'll even cleanup for him in the atrium after Macho is on the elevator and headed home."

Mac bent down and cooed at Macho, "I think that I'll feel better going down with him, at least at first. You'll be a good boy for me, won't you?"

Macho raised up to place his front paws on Mac's lower leg and began wagging his tail. He had been fixed over a year ago, but Mac had my little guy pussy-whipped for sure.

"I will get a credit card issued for you next week to allow you to buy any groceries or other necessities that you want," I said. "I will pay you two thousand dollars each month in addition to your room and board. My car service will be available to you at all hours of the day or night. Do you have a cell phone?"

Mac simply shook her head.

"You'll have one on Monday," I promised, and then continued, "You will have free rein of the kitchen and everywhere else in the house. I do ask that you don't rearranging anything, particularly in my office or bedroom without checking with me first. Oh, and I don't want you to have any guests here. Macho is too unpredictable, and while I trust you, I can't say the same for someone who you might bring here."

"Of course," Mac smiled and readily agreed. "What about the workers you mentioned?"

"They are all bonded and insured," I explained. "If anything winds up damaged or missing after one of them has been here, I have options to deal with them. And, on that note, I wouldn't expect you to waste your time waiting for someone to show up. I am very specific in my contracts where scheduling is concerned. I do not accept vague timeframes, such as 'between eight and noon'. Each contractor is expected to provide an exact time for their arrival, which I will run by you to verify that it won't conflict with your class schedule. If they are more than ten minutes late, I would expect you to turn them away with a request to reschedule."

"That's pretty rigid," Mac observed.

I shook my head, "No, it's reciprocal courtesy. I am paying to have someone here, namely you, to meet and let them in at the appointed time; they owe us the courtesy of being here at that time."

"How often do you anticipate being gone?" Mac asked.

I led us back into the living room before answering, "It will vary. I don't have anything scheduled for the next few weeks, but once Spring gets here, there will be several conferences and trade shows that I will try to attend. Until then, I will have only a few local events that shouldn't require me to stay overnight, such as the police chief's Valentine's Day gala at Parkview Manor tomorrow evening."

Mac blurted, "That's the event that raises money for Victims Services Toronto! When I was with Crime Stoppers, I volunteered to work it two years ago, but they ended up not needing me."

A thought came to me, but I stifled it for the moment. Instead, I asked, "When would you like to move in and start?"

Mac's excitement was evident, "If your car service is available now, I can run over to my room at the Villages at York and be back in less than an hour."

I chuckled at her exuberance, "Let me get his harness and leash so that we can take Macho with us. We'll drive you over and give you a hand."

Both Mac and Macho followed me to the elevator. I retrieved his harness and leash from a hook on the wall. Mac held Macho while I got his harness situated and clipped, followed by his leash. I notice that Mac was biting her lower lip as she seemed to be pondering something in her mind. Her silence as we got situated in my car, and began to leave the garage, concerned me.

"What's the problem?" I asked. "If you're harboring any reservations about taking the job as my house-sitter, let's address them before going to the trouble of moving you in."

Her hesitancy was palpable, but Mac finally asked, "How do you want to handle guests? Not mine, but yours. I mean, you're Aiden Greely, for crying out loud. You supposedly date all those models and high-society debutantes. What am I supposed to do if you bring someone home, disappear into my bedroom with Macho?"

I had to stifle a laugh, "First of all, my reputation is greatly overblown by the media. Most of the women that I have been photographed with are professional escorts that I have hired to accompany me to those events. That phone call that I received when we were talking was about just such an arrangement for tomorrow night that has fallen through. I don't have any 'friends-with-benefits' type relationships, and I am very discriminating in who I share a bed with.

"Secondly," and this time I couldn't resist laughing, "Macho is even more discriminating than I am. The last lady to visit me made the mistake of trying to kiss me with Macho in the room. That cost me over $10,000 in plastic surgery to fix the scars on her legs. So, you shouldn't have to worry about me hanging a sock on any doorknobs or anything."

Mac laughed, and then asked, "Can I try something?"

We were stopped at a traffic light, so I turned to her and asked, "What?"

Macho was sitting peacefully on her lap. He didn't react at all when Mac leaned across the center console of my car and placed a quick kiss on my right cheek.

The thought that I had come to me before we left the penthouse resurfaced. I once more pushed it aside, but I was now willing to "park it" for later consideration.

The Villages at York was the off-campus student housing area for York University. We were fortunate that late on a Friday morning, we were able to find a parking space right outside the building where Mac lived. The rain has lessened, so we shouldn't get too wet.

Macho ferociously barked protectively through the partially opened window at every passerby in between the few trips that it took Mac and I to get her meager belongings from her room into the car. I seemed to remember having a lot more stuff in my dorm room when I was in college, but Mac assured me that we had everything of hers loaded within half an hour.

"I left most things at my parents' house in St. Thomas," she explained. "All I needed here were some of my clothes and a few toiletries. The books change each semester with my classes."

While her clothes were clean, several items showed signs of being "threadbare", or well-worn, if you prefer. I considered how to phrase my desire to upgrade Mac's wardrobe without her taking offense at my offer. That was my first inkling of wanting to pamper her, but it wouldn't be my last.

The reality of things was, that women respected me, or in most cases they respected what my money could buy for them. I was not the type of man that women could love. I told myself that I was fine with that. I could buy all the "love" that my body desired.

The thought of pampering someone was foreign to me. Where my philanthropy was concerned, I was sometimes overly generous. However, those were causes and organizations that I made simple, impersonal financial contributions to. Where personal relationships were concerned, I was selfish, non-committal, impatient, and extremely unfocused.

I felt none of that with Mac. Her, I wanted to focus on, almost to the exclusion of everything else. I was beginning to recognize it, but I sure couldn't explain it. Watching her was like watching a flower as it started to bloom.

In the years since, I've learned that sometimes the greatest gift that you can bestow upon another person isn't money or material possessions. It's seeing their light before anyone else does. It's a balancing act; standing between that person and the rest of the world while making certain that the rest of the world gets a chance to see their light too.

"Let's take Macho home," I suggested. "We can unload your stuff after I buy you lunch at this little bistro around the corner from the penthouse. What do you say?"

One of the things that I liked about living in downtown Toronto was the underground. Most major buildings downtown were connected underground by wide corridors that allowed people to traverse most of the area without having to brave inclimate weather on the streets above. Many of these corridors hosted street vendors, artisans, and performers similar to what one expected to see on the streets of New York or other major cities.

Mac agreed, "That actually sounds good. I skipped breakfast this morning because I didn't know how long it would take to ride my bike to your place."

I reached over and patted the hand that Mac had resting on her left thigh, "Call it 'our' place. I want you to consider it your home too."

Mac turned her hand over and squeezed mine, "Macho has made me feel welcomed, so I can go along with calling it home."

"And I haven't made you feel welcomed?" I asked in mock indignation. "I've done everything but invite you to share the master bedroom with me."

Shrugging, Mac brought Macho's face to hers and teased, "I bet that this guy won't have any objection to sharing a bed with me. Will you?"

I shook my head and retorted, "Macho isn't the one old enough to be your father. I am."

Mac pried, "You're what, thirty-six? I suppose that technically you could have been a father at sixteen, but you're not my father."

I'm sure that I sounded shocked when I said, "You're twenty? You look younger than that. I assumed that you were at least eighteen since you attend York University, but ..."

Grinning, Mac said, "Hey, I was just kidding around. You're the one who mentioned inviting me to your bedroom."

I was both relieved and disappointed at the same time. Mac might have been sixteen years younger than me, but she was beautiful, vivacious, witty, and had a brand of feisty humor that keeps a guy on his toes. I might not ever invite her to my bed, but I was confident that sharing my home with her would be an adventure. The fact that she knew my age didn't register with me at the time.

Over a light lunch, where I learned that Mac was trying to stick to a vegetarian diet, my earlier thoughts concerning her and me needed to be verbalized. I had to know if she would agree to be more than just my house-sitter.

"Mac," I blurted, "Do you remember my earlier comment about hiring professional escorts when I needed someone to accompany me to events?"

"Like to the police chief's Valentine's Day gala tomorrow?" she asked. "Of course I remember. Why?"

I continued, "Do you remember me saying that my arrangement for tomorrow night had fallen through?"

"Aiden, that conversation was less than an hour ago. What, do you think that I have dementia or some sort of attention disorder where I can't remember a recent conversation?"

I felt myself starting to turn red with embarrassment, "Of course not. I just wanted to kind of recap the earlier comments before asking you something."

I composed myself and continued, "You seem aware of the event and expressed an interest in being there, even if only as a volunteer, so I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the gala tomorrow night. You're under no obligation to accept, and your decision will have no influence on you being my house-sitter..."

Mac blushed profusely when she asked, "Don't those professional escorts typically provide an elevated level of companionship?"

"Some do," I sheepishly admitted. "However, that is not the role that I am asking you to play. This will just be a guy and a girl on a date to a charity event for a good cause. I enjoy being with you and think that you would have a good time. What do you say?"

Mac's disappointed expression foretold her response, "Anything that I have to wear to an event such as the gala will be at my parents' house in St. Thomas. I could never make it there and back on the bus in time to do my hair and get ready to accompany you tomorrow. I'm sorry. If you had given me a little more notice, I would have loved to be your date."

Seriously? I'm one of the wealthiest men in North America, and Mac apparently knows that. Does she think that a little thing like her needing a new dress in order to accompany me would be some sort of justifiable excuse? Was she looking for an excuse?

I tried to sound conciliatory, "If a dress, your hair, and anything else you needed were not an issue, would you accompany me tomorrow?"

In a contemplative, if not accepting tone, Mac asked, "How exactly would this work?"

I rose and held the back of Mac's chair as I said, "Come on. Let's head home and I'll explain the arrangements that I can make for you to feel like the "Belle of the ball" by tomorrow afternoon."

By the time came for Macho to be fed his dinner, the personal shopper that I hired for Mac had helped her pick out an appropriate dress, shoes, miscellaneous accessories, and had everything delivered to the penthouse. Mac wanted to model the dress for me, but I implored her to surprise me with it on Saturday.

"Don't you at least want me to model the lingerie for you?" she teased.

Mac had initially put up an argument against getting any new lingerie, but the personal shopper had convinced her that the dress would fit better and be more comfortable if she wore the right undergarments with it.

Macho hadn't had a second of training, yet he had always seemed to understand simple directions from me. "Sit", "Stay", "Come", "Down", and of course, "No", were all instructions that the little fella instinctively knew how to obey. "Get out of the kitchen", was one we were working on to keep him from being underfoot while I was preparing his meals. Seeing him trying to climb up her leg as she followed my directions for preparing Macho's dinner convinced me that I needed to have Mac reinforce that one command with Macho.

Mac set Macho's food on the floor in the spot that I had indicated and stepped back to watch him eat. "He is such a great pet," she marveled. "Thanks for letting me feed him. I think that his accepting me as someone who gives him food will make him bond with me much faster."

"That was my thought as well," I confirmed with a smile. "Just don't try to talk me into letting him sleep anywhere but in my bed whenever I am home."

There was that teasing glimmer in Mac's beautiful hazel eyes again as she said in a sultry tone that I hadn't heard before, "So, if I want to sleep with Macho while you're home, I will need to do so in your bed?"

"Are you always such a little temptress?" I asked as I picked up Macho's empty bowl and carried it to the sink.

She raised an eyebrow, "I don't know, do I tempt you?"

"Far more than you should!" I thought. I then asked, "How would you like if I ordered in Chinese for our dinner? While waiting for it to be delivered, I'll show you how to work the remote for the TV and let you select something for us to watch afterwards."

Mac came over to me as I was drying my hands and placed one of hers onto my forearm. She said, "I want to see how awkward it will be for us to dance together. How tall are you?"

I glanced down at her and replied, "I'm six-foot-four. What are you, five-four?"

She took my left hand and placed it on the right side of her waist as she said, "Spot on. Now, we are both wearing flat soled shoes, so let's see how we fit like this compared to how we will fit with my four-inch heels tomorrow."

I took her left hand into my right and felt her bring her body tightly against mine. When her right hand rested on my left shoulder, we were in a position as if we were dancing.

Mac gazed up at me with a bemused expression, "We could manage like this, but the heels will definitely make things better. Go ahead and order whatever you want from the Chinese place. I'm going to go change into something more comfortable for lounging around and watching TV with you. I'll be right back."

I released her, and as she stepped back, I said, "While you change, I'll take Macho down to the atrium. I'll place the food order while I am down there using my cell phone."

I saw a pout appear on her face right before Mac said, "Oh, I wanted to take Macho down so that I could check out the atrium. Please let me do that and I'll change when we come back up."

"Sure," I chuckled. "You go ahead and take him down. I'll order the food while you guys are gone."

Our height difference required Mac to pull my face down while she rose onto her tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on my cheek as she whispered, "Thanks."

Mac's willing acceptance of the items needed for her to accompany me to the Valentine's Day gala on Saturday night had convinced me that there might be more potential to our relationship than having her as my house-sitter. I couldn't easily explain it if I had to, but my desire to pamper Mac and do things to make her life more fulfilled only seemed to grow every minute that I spent with her.

I enjoyed being with her in the casual setting of our home, and was excited at how proud that I knew being seen with her in public would make me. If she felt the same way, I had a proposal for her that I believed would enhance both of our lives.

I probably overdid the order from the Chinese restaurant, but I didn't want to take the chance that there would be nothing suitable for Mac to choose from, based upon her stated preference for a strictly vegetarian diet. I needn't have worried, because she willingly sampled a bit of every item, including the beef with broccoli, garlic chicken, and crab rangoon.

"I haven't been getting enough protein," Mac had explained as she dove into the dishes with different meats in them.

I started putting the leftovers away and offered to Mac, "Why don't you start trying to find us something to watch?"

She scurried to follow me into the kitchen, "Why don't I put the stuff away while you go and change into something more comfortable yourself? At least go take off your shoes. Besides, finding something for us to watch should probably wait until after we have our talk."

"Our talk?" I asked.

Mac opened the refrigerator and took two of the food containers from me as she declared, "Yes, our talk. We have things to discuss between us, and we might as well get it done sooner rather than later."

She quickly took the rest of the containers from me and found spots for them on shelves. Once her hands were empty again, she put her arms around me and gazed up into my eyes, "We like each other, Aiden. I've had the worst crush on you since we met backstage in October, and seeing and spending time with you today has done nothing to snuff the flame you lit inside of me. I can also see your feelings for me every time I look into your eyes. We need to discuss that and what it means to me living here, don't you think?"

Without answering her, I placed my hands on Mac's waist and lifted her to bring us face-to-face. Her arms moved from around my back to around my neck, and her legs wrapped around my waist as our lips found each other. The initial tenderness lasted only seconds before our combined passions led to hungry, parted lips and dueling tongues seeking to conquer each's opponent.

I wasn't aware of how long Mac and I ignored the rest of the world with our kiss. I eventually realized Macho's soft growl and scratching on my leg as his jealousy over not being included in all the affection permeating the kitchen

Slowly lowering herself from me, Mac bent down to pick up Macho. She breathlessly said, "We'll be waiting for you on the couch. Hurry."

It only took me a few minutes to join Mac on the couch in the living room. I had changed into a t-shirt and sweat pants, similar to the ones that Mac had changed into. I saw her smile at the blanket that I brought back with me. Mac took it from me as I sat, placed Macho onto my lap, and then proceeded to cover us all before snuggling up against me.

"You're stronger than you look," Mac whispered against my cheek. "Maybe it's the way that you dress that makes your muscles appear less than they are. I mean, you look athletic and fit, yet your strength is deceptive somehow."

I chuckled and said, "Well, it's not like you weigh very much."

I extended my left hand towards Mac, and she placed her right hand on top of mine. As I gently closed my fingers around it, I pulled her towards me, "Come and sit on my lap and let's discuss things."

I wasn't surprised by her acquiescing, but I was surprised by her whispering, "Anything you want," as she settled onto my lap and positioned Macho to sit on hers.

Mac's voice was filled with determination, "Since the moment that you asked me to be your date to the gala tomorrow, my mind has been jumbled. Actually, it has been jumbled since I stepped off the elevator this morning and saw that you are the guy that I had been fantasizing about for months, standing in front of me. You asking me to accompany you tomorrow just moved the jumbled pieces of my mind around a bit."

I hugged Mac tighter against me, "Has anyone ever told you that you glow like the sun? The things that I want to do with you could fill a phone book. What I don't remember is exactly when it was today that you became as special to me as you now are. I absolutely adore you, Miss McAdams."

"I hope that wasn't meant as any kind of apology," Mac gushed. "Because I really like the way that you make me feel just being here with you."

She lifted her face to mine and we shared a much more sedate, but almost as intimate a kiss as we had in the kitchen. When our lips separated, Mac released a contented sigh and placed her head on my shoulder.

"Mac, I feel things for you that I have never experienced before," I began softly. "Beyond merely the fondness that I have felt since you arrived, I have developed what I can only describe as a custodial bond with you. I don't want you to just live with me; I want to take care of you, protect you. I want to spoil and pamper you. Could you let me do that for you?"

Mac brought her hand up and caressed my face as she stared into my eyes and whispered, "Yes, under the right circumstances, I could do that for you. Can I tell you what I was thinking of most of today about us?"

"You can tell me anything," I assured her.

I felt her hand sliding down to my t-shirt-covered chest and heard her voice get serious, "When I was in high school, I was a member of the Peer Helping Team. Do you know what that is?"

I nodded and replied, "Isn't it a program where kids with certain skills are matched with kids who need to develop those skills? Pairing a student who is good in a subject with a student who might be struggling with that subject, or is new to it entirely."

"Basically," Mac confirmed. "It's a mentoring program. You have an experienced mentor and an inexperienced mentee. I could agree to let you do all the things that you mentioned for me if I were your mentee."

The feel of Mac's fingernails on my chest was not being minimized much by the thin fabric of my t-shirt. That, combined with her warm breath on my face and neck and the heat from her nubile young body sitting on my lap was inciting feelings that were becoming extremely hard to ignore.

I choked out, "What would you expect me to mentor you in? One of your subjects at the university?"

Mac scooted off my lap and set Macho on the couch beside her before answering, "I want you to mentor me in life, love, and how to please a man - how to please you. I have always wondered what I might be missing by limiting myself to inexperienced guys my own age. In exchange for your experience, I will let you take care of me however you want. Open your phone book, Aiden. I will be a blank canvas for you to do with as you please."

I was overjoyed that Mac was willing to let me enhance her quality of life, but the mentoring that she described was not something that I had ever considered with someone her age. I was certain that I could teach her how to enjoy life to its fullest, in and out of bed, but I didn't want to take advantage of her in the process. Maybe if we took things slowly...

Pulling her lips to mine, I gave her a quick kiss on her lips and asked, "You're full of surprises. Are you ready to be pampered?"

"Oh, God, yes!" Mac stated emphatically. "What do you want me to do?"

I lifted her off the couch to stand in front of me and said, "Take off your top."

I had been trying not to stare at her nipples poking against the thin jersey material of her top since she had changed into "something more comfortable". I wanted to see the breasts that those succulent-looking nipples were affixed to.

The shy smile on Mac's face spoke volumes about her innocence. She confirmed this further when she murmured softly, "I've never done anything like this before. You want to watch me get undressed?"

I merely nodded and said, "Yes, show me."

There was no further hesitation as Mac locked her eyes onto mine, crossed her arms, and placed her hands on the bottom hem of her top. Without preamble, she dutifully raised the top to expose her tight stomach, followed by her pert breasts, before pulling it over her head and tossing it beside me on the couch.

I planned on getting a thorough examination of her breasts later, so I simply smiled my approval and instructed, "Now, turn around for me and take off your sweatpants. Hurry now, before you catch a chill."

As she turned, Mac asked, "Just my sweat pants or my panties too?"

"Just your pants," I confirmed for her. "Once those are off, come back and stand in front of me."

The white cotton panties that Mac wore were what I believe are known as a French cut style. Whatever they were, they were very flattering to her figure and made my mouth begin to water. Macho was trying to nest inside of her discarded t-shirt on the couch, which made Mac giggle. She tossed her sweat pants next to him.

"Come closer," I instructed, as I spread my legs so that Mac could move and stand between them.

When she had positioned herself where I wanted, I placed my hands on her thin waist and slowly lowered them to the top of her panties.

Her soft voice had that sultry tone as Mac stated rather than asked, "You want to play with me? Tease me?"

"In due time," I replied before slowly lowering her panties to her feet and allowing her to step out of them. I picked them up from the floor and held them in one hand while handing her the blanket with the other.

I wasn't overly anxious to revel in her naked beauty just yet, so I told her, "Wrap the blanket around yourself and follow me.

I left Macho to get comfortably nested in Mac's t-shirt and sweatpants. I took her hand and led her to the master suite, then into the large ensuite bathroom adjoining it.

"I want to start by bathing you," I explained. "Will you let me do that for you?"

There was no hesitation in Mac's reply, "Of course."

I turned on the tap on the large tub to let the water start warming, "I don't have any bath oils or anything, but if those are something that you would like for the next time, we can certainly get some for you."

"Don't you think that you are overdressed?" Mac purred.

Testing the water temperature and setting the plug in place, I said, "No, not for me to sit on the edge of the tub to bathe you. If I got in the tub with you, that would be pampering me more than you."

Dropping the blanket to the floor, Mac moved to me and started to lift the bottom of my t-shirt, "I'm not selfish. I think that us pampering each other at the same time might lend itself to the type of mentoring that I want and need."

I gently moved her hands off my shirt and mildly said, "I'd take up too much room in the tub. There will be plenty of other opportunities for mutual pampering. Trust me. Why don't you go ahead and take a seat in there and let the water fill up around you?"

Mac raised one leg and rested that foot onto the edge of the tub, "Will you at least take your clothes off so that I can see as much of you as you're seeing of me?"

I nodded, "I had planned to get undressed before sitting on the edge of the tub to bathe you. We'll keep things dryer that way. Go ahead and get in."

I began pulling my t-shirt off as Mac settled into the rising water. She had a subtle smirk on her face as she quipped, "Do you like bathing little girls?"

Pausing while removing my shirt, I looked down at Mac and playfully scolded, "You make me sound like some sort of fucking pedophile."

Shrugging, Mac said, "While a metaphor, I think in a lot of ways 'little girl' describes the role that I envision for myself with you. I'm not naïve, or at least I don't consider myself so. But I do believe that I am innocent in many things.

"I believe that by me being subordinate to you and trusting in your experience, I am essentially becoming the innocent little girl to your big, strong, experienced man. It's physicality and maturity, not relational. Do you know what I mean?"

I did understand. In exchange for mentoring Mac in all the aspects of life that she felt deficient in, I would get to savor her transition from an innocent caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly. Unlike the Svengali-like characters that had popped into my head, I wouldn't attempt to mold Mac into something that I wanted her to be. I would let her select her own journey, and walk beside her all the way.

The water level had almost reached the bottom of Mac's breasts as she sat, reclined in the tub. The pureness of Mac's young breasts took my breath away. Her tiny nipples were firm and distended, yet appeared as virginal as the rest of her.

I stepped over to switch on the heat lamp above the tub, which I had neglected to do earlier. When I turned to see Mac biting her bottom lip, I had to know, "How many lovers have you had?"

"Three," Mac irritably stated. "All inexperienced boys. How many lovers have you had?"

I snorted, "Let's just say that I have had considerably more than three and leave it at that. Are you warm enough?"

Mac nodded and muttered, "I should be fine as long as you start bathing me before the water cools down too much."

I untied the drawstring on my sweats and lowered them to the floor. My back was turned to Mac in the tub as I folded the sweats before laying them on the counter. I retrieved a hand towel from the rack and spread it onto the edge of the tub before sitting on it near where Mac sat watching me.

I watched as her eyes roamed over me. When they paused, I saw her eyebrows raise in a questioning expression, "What's wrong with your cock?"

I glanced down. While I suspected the reason for her question, I wanted Mac to verbalize it. "What do you mean?"

I was surprised when she reached out of the water with one hand and gently lifted my semi-rigid cock off my leg to inspect it more fully. Mac certainly wasn't timid.

"It's different," Mac said with obvious wonder in her voice. "Not that I'm complaining. It does look a little intimidating because of its size. It's big, but looks different than anything I have seen before..."

"That's probably because I am uncut," I explained. "My parents were Catholic and believed that circumcising a male child was merely a religious tradition of the Hebrew people and not necessary for their son."

I flinched slightly as she used her index finger to touch the very end of my cock, capturing the small drop of pre-cum that was present before bringing that finger to her lips. "I don't care if it looks different. I want to taste you. Let me play with your cock a little, just a little bit for now."

I relented, "Only using your hands for now. Try to keep them out of the way while I wash your body."

Mac was fascinated by the foreskin on my cock and used her wet hand to continually pull it back to reveal the head in its entirety before sliding it back over, leaving only the very tip exposed. Every time that the smallest drop of pre-cum appeared, she would quickly snatch it up and bring it to her lips.

I focused on the feel of her warm, wet skin as I eagerly used my hands to spread the body wash across, first her back, and then her breasts, arms, stomach, and legs. I played with her pubic hair briefly, but avoided going any lower while she was in the tub. That seemed to frustrate Mac, as she groaned, "Please don't stop!"

I quickly washed Mac's legs and feet before encouraging her to scoot down fully into the water to rinse off.

Mac released my now fully hard cock, "Will you hold my hair up so that it doesn't get in the water?" she asked.

I did as she requested and watched as her beautiful young body began floating on the water in the tub. When she started to roll over to rinse the front of her body, I almost fell in on top of her in an effort to keep her hair out of the water while admiring her callipygian ass.

Moving onto her knees, Mac smiled and asked, "Can I let the water out now?"

When I just nodded my approval, she pulled the plug and watched as the water started draining. There was a coquettish gleam in Mac's eyes when she speculated, "I wonder how much of the water going down the drain can be attributed to the wetness from my pussy."

Glancing under the rapidly draining water, I saw that Mac's right hand was between her legs, her fingers exploring between the folds of her labia.

"That was the most arousing bath that I have ever had," Mac admitted. "And, considering the number of times that I have pleasured myself while taking a bath, that is saying something."

I stood and grabbed a towel off the warming rack and coaxed Mac to step out of the tub, asking, "You didn't have an orgasm, did you? Because if you did, you hid it very well."

"Oh, God no," Mac insisted as I began to dry her body. "I'm saving that experience to have with you; for you. I thought that part of you pampering me might involve you wanting to bring me the physical pleasure that would result in me having an orgasm. Am I right?"

I scooped Mac up into my arms, "Well then, let's get started."

Giggling, Mac said, "I think that you want to play with me; to tease me. Just so you know, I would be perfectly happy if you just took me to your bed and fucked me."

Tossing her naked body playfully onto my bed, I proclaimed, "The two aren't mutually exclusive. I'm going to pleasure you in ways that most girls your age have probably never imagined."

Mac was willing and responsive as I kissed and nibbled my way down her body. Her surprised reaction to my lips' first light touch onto the soft folds of her labia was a sure indication that Mac had never felt another person's mouth near, let alone on, her pussy.

"What are you doing?" Mac stammered.

"Watch, feel, and learn," I said before using my tongue to part her labia and seek out the sweet nectar I had been smelling since Mac had stepped out of the tub.

"Oh my God, that's so hot!" she moaned. "Kinda nasty, but it sure feels good."

"You're so nice and wet," I observed. "Do you want me to keep going?"

"I can't believe that you're licking me down there," Mac gasped. "Keep going, keep fucking going."

I had barely skimmed over her clit on my way to taste Mac's pussy, so as I began using a finger to keep her labia spread and tease the opening to her vagina, my tongue traveled back to her little nub to provide some well-deserved attention.

"Mmm," Mac practically whispered. "That's so fucking nice."

I couldn't believe how tight Mac's pussy was. The tip of my finger was being squeezed more than I would have thought possible, just seeking the slightest penetration of this young girl's treasure. Her wetness might be indicative her arousal, but her tight vaginal opening seemed to be trying to tell a different tale. Mac wasn't tense or purposely trying to forbid the entry of my finger; her young body was just naturally demonstrating her innocence and inexperience mixed with her desire.

"Oh, what are you doing to me?" Mac bellowed as I coaxed an orgasm with my tongue on her clit. At the same time, I felt her body rising as her pussy sought to capture the finger that I had been gently prodding her with. I was able to get my finger inserted to the first knuckle as her orgasm began to subside.

It took only a few seconds after that for me to get my finger completely inside of her for the first time, with Mac mumbling, "Keep pushing, keep pushing!"

Mac's first orgasm flooded had my senses. She was a vocal lover, screaming swear words and epithets I would not have expected from someone with such an innocent air about her. The sweet, feminine liqueur generated by her orgasm was delicious, and the scent of her desire made my cock literally throb.

My lone finger was slowly stretching her while it massaged and caressed the inside of her pussy, finding her G-spot as my tongue toyed with her clit. There was a noticeable increase in her squirming motions as her body sought pleasures previously unknown to Mac. As her wetness increased and her body adjusted, I decided to introduce her to more new sensations.

The index finger inside her was joined by my ring finger. Mac was still extremely tight, but displayed no discomfort as this second finger forcefully joined the first. When her next sign of an orgasm became evident, I started using my pinky finger to toy around her asshole, spreading her wetness around without attempting to penetrate her virgin ass.

"Oh, whoa, whoa!" Mac cried as her orgasm struck. "You're fucking nasty! I like that. Make me your nasty girl!"

I removed all of my fingers and used my mouth to savor the juicy fruits of my labors. When my tongue lapped up the juices around her rosebud, Mac's hips rose off the bed in an attempt to achieve greater contact. I quickly poked my tongue into her tight little asshole and heard her squealing in delight.

"Do you like licking my ass?" Mac cooed. "Do you want to make me your naughty girl? I just want to make you happy and be a naughty girl for you."

I moved up her body once more, stopping for several minutes to feast on each of her beautiful young breasts. I then gave Mac a deep kiss, using my tongue to share the taste of her that I had so enjoyed.

She sucked my tongue until it was dry, and then began licking all around my face and chin to gather as much of her residual juices as he could find on me.

When she paused, Mac asked, "Are you going to teach me other stuff today?"

I chuckled and asked, "What did you have in mind?"

Mac climbed on top of me and smilingly said, "I want you to teach me new things."

"I might not know exactly what would be new for you," I teased. "Why don't you give me an example of something?"

Mac began slowly kissing my neck. She paused long enough to mummer, "Things like you just did to me are a perfect example. I want to learn how to do that sort of thing for you."

I asked in surprise, "You've never had oral sex with a guy before?"

"No," Mac hesitantly admitted. "But I want to with you. Will you teach me how? Your cock is so nice, and I really want to experience it in every way. I want to do more than just touch it and hold it in my hands."

As she was saying this, I felt Mac shift her body so that the shaft of my turgid cock was positioned between the folds of her pussy, spreading her wetness up and down my length with every sliding motion that she made.

"I think that I can accommodate you," I groaned in pleasure. "But I don't want you to get the impression that any aspect of sex between two people is a 'on-size-fits-all' experience. No two bodies are the same. No two people's likes and dislikes are the same. I can help you explore the things that I enjoy, but you shouldn't expect every other guy that you are eventually with to enjoy the same things as me."

Mac's breathless reply was accompanied by her more fervent attempts to pleasure us both by sliding her wet pussy back and forth on my hardening shaft, "I am only concerned about you. Teach me how to please you. I'll worry about any other guys when their time comes."

Lifting her off of me, I checked to see where Macho was. I wasn't concerned about his watching us, but I wasn't confident that he wouldn't react negatively to what was about to happen between Mac and me. I saw him sleeping peacefully in his bed by my closet. He would jump down from my bed when he wanted to, but it was too high for him to jump up onto it. The floor was his domain, and that was my current concern.

I pointed to the floor beside my bed and handed Mac a pillow, "Let's start with you getting on your knees over there. Use the pillow as a cushion for your knees."

Stepping onto the floor in front of Mac, I saw that due to the height difference, my cock would rest comfortably on the top of her head. Cute, but not the best position for what I had in mind.

"Wait here," I instructed as I went into the living room. I returned within seconds with one of the cushions from the couch. I placed it onto the floor and then put the pillow on top of that. These two combined would add almost four inches to Mac's elevation.

Mac got into position and smiled up at me in expectation. I took my cock in one hand and raised it to be level with her lips, "Go ahead and taste it."

I watched as Mac extended her tongue to lick the drop of pre-cum from the end of my cock. She only used the very tip of her tongue and quickly drew it into her mouth to taste what she had on it.

"I love the taste of your cock," Mac whispered.

I chuckled, "How would you know? All you've tasted so far is my pre-cum. Use your tongue to lick more of the shaft. You'll taste my cock with your juices on it. See how you like that. Oh, and look at me when you do it."

I silently enjoyed the sensations of Mac's tongue as she spent several minutes slathering her tongue all around my engorged shaft, savoring what she tasted like it was a gourmet treat. The desire in her eyes was hypnotic.

She paused, "Do you like the way I lick your cock? It's so beautiful and tastes so good. Would you like my lips all over your cock?"

"You're doing very good," I assured her. "Yes, baby, that's very good."

"I want to run my mouth all over your cock like this", Mac gloated as her parted lips began moving all around my shaft as her tongue continued to moisten it.

She paused once more and said, "Then I'm going to rub your slippery cock all over my pretty face."

That is exactly what she did. Mac's cheeks and forehead became shiny with the saliva transferred from my cock as she wiped it all over her face.

"Why don't you try putting it in your mouth?" I coaxed her. "Use your hand to pull the foreskin back to expose the ridge under the crown, and then caress that with your lips and tongue as you use your hands to stroke the shaft. Have you ever given a guy a hand job?"

Mac nodded, "Once."

"Keep looking at me," I reminded her. "Think of this as you jerking me off into your mouth, using your saliva to keep the shaft slippery so that your hands slide easily over it. Give it a try."

Looking up at me, Mac asked, "I can use both hands? You're very big, wonderfully big, and I think that I could do better on you if I used both hands."

I simply nodded and let Mac begin her first blowjob in earnest. What she lacked in experience, she made up for with her enthusiasm. I didn't expect her to take much more than the head of my cock into her mouth, so I was surprised when I felt the head of my cock meeting the resistance at the entrance to her throat. There was some momentary gagging from Mac, so I pulled out of her mouth to offer more suggestions.

"Try breathing through your nose more," I instructed. "You're doing wonderful, so don't torture yourself by trying things that you're not ready for."

Swallowing, Mac said, "I feel you getting so hard in my mouth. I want you to use my mouth for your pleasure. My pussy is getting so wet from sucking your cock."

Mac lowered one hand to feel between her legs. Bringing her shiny fingers up for me to see, she asked, "Can I rub my juices on you and then lick them off again?"

"Oh, such a dirty little girl," I playfully chided. "Go right ahead."

"I'm your dirty little girl," Mac agreed, as she began hungrily licking all over my cock once more. She would pause on occasion to playfully slap my hard cock against one of her cheeks.

"Do you like it when I slap your cock against my face?" Mac asked. "Maybe I can leave an imprint of your cock on my cheek. Would you like that?"

Before I could answer, she followed that with another question, "What do you want me to do? I'll do anything for you. Teach me. I love an older man that I can learn from."

I pulled back from Mac's mouth and instructed, "I'm going to lie on the bed now and spread my legs. You can climb up and get between them. I'll give you further instructions once you are in position."

When Mac stood, I grabbed the pillow that she had been kneeling on to return it to the bed. I noticed the large spot created by her wetness dripping from her pussy and smiled. Turning the pillow around, I placed the wet side against the headboard of the bed and positioned myself to lean against it.

There is no other word for it except, "reverence". That is how Mac approached the task of exploring and pleasuring my cock. Her fingertips stroked my shaft as she held it aloft, while her wet tongue and lips drifted over my scrotum, gently licking and softly sucking each of my testicles, one at a time.

Mac actually verbalized her actions when she exclaimed, "I love your big thick cock. I just want to worship it all day, every day."

When I felt Mac's lips moving lower, I instinctively raised my legs higher to provide easier access for her suspected destination. Apparently, my earlier exploring and teasing of her asshole had inspired her to share the sensations that she had experienced with me.

I had experienced other women rimming my ass before, but none of them had the enthusiasm and zest for pleasuring their partner that Mac was demonstrating. The soft, warm tongue that had danced in my mouth and lovingly licked my cock, became rigid and demanding as it sought to penetrate my sphincter. If Mac didn't play a musical instrument, she should definitely consider taking up the "Rusty Trombone".

Pulling her head back to look up at me, Mac was triumphant when she stated, "I know you love it when I lick your ass. I am such a dirty little slut just for you. Tell me how bad you want it."

"I want it as badly as you want to taste my cum," I challenged. "Wrap your lips around my cock, my little slut, and work for the load that you want so much."

Replacing her tongue with one of her fingers, Mac continued to tease my ass while licking and sucking on my balls. She moaned, "I just can't get enough of your fucking cock. I want you to use my mouth without holding back. When I put you in my mouth again, I want you to grab the back of my head and own me. Force yourself down my throat if you want to. I can take it. I want to take it!"

I knew that it was her lust speaking. There was no way that someone as inexperienced and tight as Mac was would ever be able to take all eight inches of my uncircumcised cock completely to the root with their mouth. I had to admire her convictions though, so I did as she had asked.

After more than five minutes of gagging on the head of my cock's repeated assault on her throat, I began fearing that Mac might soon toss up her dinner. I pulled her head until her mouth released me. Mac used the edge of a pillowcase to wipe the tears streaming from her eyes.

She was still gasping as she said, "Fuck, you're huge!"

"You want to try something new?" I asked.

Mac was perky once more, "What did you have in mind?"

"I am going to cum all over your pretty face, and then you will use your fingers to feed every drop into your mouth like a good little slut."

Mac rose onto her knees, as excited as a child on Christmas morning, "Oh, God, yes! What do you want me to do?"

I leaned over and positioned Mac onto her back, stroking my cock as I explained, "Just lie here and watch as I finish what you started. When I tell you, close your eyes. I don't want anything inadvertently getting in them. I'll tell you when you can open them again."

"But I want to watch you cum," Mac protested.

I considered her request and relented, "Okay, I'll aim lower on your face and try to avoid your eyes."

I had really wanted to paint Mac's entire, beautiful girl-next-door face, from forehead to chin. I felt that the load building inside of my balls would be more than adequate to cover everything, and then some. I decided that from the bottom of her nose to her breasts would be a good alternative.

Kneeling beside Mac on the bed, I continued stroking my cock and watched as Mac's beautiful, innocent-looking Hazel eyes stared adoringly up at me in anticipation. Her pureness was more arousing to me than anything that I had ever experienced. I felt the beginning rumbles of my climax deep within the physical being, that somehow seemed detached from the spiritual entity, which right then was entirely focused upon those beautiful eyes.

As focused on her eyes as I was, I still saw her lips beginning to part in preparation for speaking. I bellowed, "Close your mouth!" just in time, as my first stream of cum splashed upon Mac's lips and across her left cheek, with the stringy end resting on her mole there.

"Holy fuck!" I screamed, and watched Mac's eyes grow wider. I adjusted the head of my cock in time to place my next shot just shy of her right ear, stretching across that cheek to the corner of her mouth. These were followed with my repeated grunts as five or six more shots worked their way down her chin, neck, and finally onto her left breast before I was utterly spent.

There was no hesitation as Mac began using the fingers on both hands to locate my cum on her skin and direct it to her mouth. Moaning, "I love it, I love it," as each deposit was eagerly consumed and savored by her.

I knew that there would be residual traces of my cum remaining on her, regardless of how thorough her cleaning efforts with her fingers were. If Mac had been able to use her tongue on herself, she might have been able to get everything, but I doubted it. I left her cleaning her fingers and went into the bathroom to get a warm, wet washcloth so that I could finish cleaning her.

Mac had other ideas. Before I could get back onto the bed, she sprang up and hungrily took my deflated cock back into her mouth. I lightly laughed as I allowed her to clean my cock while I was trying to use the washcloth on her face, neck, and breasts. Somehow, we both managed to achieve our goals.

I picked Mac up, laid her on the bed, and then crawled up beside her. Snuggling up tightly against me, she softly said, "I feel like I've barely scratched the surface of my desires for you and I already think that I'm going to get addicted to your cock."

Placing my finger under Mac's chin, I tilted her lips up to mine and kissed her passionately for several seconds before pulling away. I tasted the slightest hint of my cum on her tongue, but it wasn't as strong as I had been expecting. Maybe that made sense because I hadn't deposited my cum directly into her mouth?

I wasn't surprised to feel Mac's hand reaching for my cock once more. She kissed me gently and groaned, "My pussy wants your cock so badly..."

I teased, "You want to feel it in your pussy?"

Her stroking of my cock intensified, and Mac was using the newly arriving pre-cum to lubricate her motions. She panted, "My pussy is so hungry for your cock. I want you inside me now. I want you to stick your big cock inside my pussy until I can feel every inch of you."

"I'll only fuck you on one condition," I proclaimed. "You have to agree to be my Valentine this year."

The confused look on Mac's face was almost comical. She croaked, "Valentine's Day isn't until Monday. I don't want to wait that long."

I explained, "Starting tonight, and lasting through Monday night, is the time that everyone is considering the Valentine's Day weekend. You have already agreed to be my date for the gala tomorrow night. If you agree to let me pamper you as my Valentine, as my lover, for that entire time, I will do everything in my power to fulfill your every intimate desire."

"Everything?" Mac asked excitedly.

I raised my hand as if swearing an oath, "No holds barred. I promise. The only limitation will be the time it takes for me to recover each time we make love, and even then, I will be dedicated to your continued pleasure."

Mac pulled away and sat cross-legged on the bed. The look of consternation evident in her expression puzzled me. It looked like she was searching her mind for just the right words to say.

I stared at her, patiently waiting. She finally said, "I like you, Aiden. I mean, I really like you, but I'm not looking for any type of serious relationship right now. You asking me to be your Valentine sounds nice, but it also concerns me.

"I told you that I wanted an older man that I could learn from, and what you have taught me so far has been mind-blowing. But I don't want you to 'make love to me', as you put it. I want to be your filthy slut. I want you to own me; to use me like a piece of meat. My mouth, my pussy, and even my ass; they're all your holes, Aiden. You making me your naughty little girl is what will make me happy. Don't you see that?"

"Don't get hung up on the semantics," I said in exasperation. "A major part of my pampering involves giving you all the debauchery and hedonistic treatment that you have been mentioning all evening. There is nothing that says that my Valentine can't be the depraved whore that you want to be brought out in you. It means that besides all that, I can treat you like the treasure that you are to me. We can both get what we want. Trust me."

Mac gently cupped my balls, "I do trust you. That's why I believe that I can learn and experience new things with you."

I pointed to the side of the bed, "Why don't you get the small bottle out of the drawer in the side table?"

When Mac released her hold on me to rolled over to the side of the bed, I continued, "You should always try to be a slut with substance, a filthy girl with feeling. Your bawdiness should have some bones, and your perversions have a purpose. Even if that purpose is entirely selfish, you need to embrace it."

Mac rolled back over and tried to hand me the bottle of flavored lubricant. I held up my hand to stop her, "That's for you to use. Turn around and come here."

I lifted Mac and positioned her legs onto either side of my head and pulled her back until her pussy was directly over my eager mouth. In that position, her mouth would not be able to reach down to my cock, but her hands could.

I said, "I want you on my staff."

Bending her head to look back at me from between our bodies, Mac's confused question made me laugh, "You want to hire me to work for you?"

I stopped laughing and said, "No, I want you to spread that lube all over my staff to prepare it for you to get on it. While you do that, I'm going to feast on your wet and ready pussy."

Giggling, Mac said, "In that case, Mr. Greely, let me present you with my resume. I'm going to be the best little slut girl to ever be on your staff."

It felt like Mac may have been overly generous with her application of the flavored lube when I felt it running down my shaft to my balls, but remembering how tight her pussy was, I didn't see any harm in being over-lubricated.

I concentrated on my own preparations by using my tongue to spread Mac's labia, allowing one of my fingers to once again attempt to enter her. As that finger slowly moved inside of her, I moved my tongue to her clit and began lightly teasing it.

Mac's mouth was unoccupied, which left her free to be as verbally expressive as she wanted to be, "Oh, yeah, that's good, yeah. I feel you getting so hard in my hands."

I couldn't argue with Mac's assessment. My cock felt as hard as it had ever been.

Although I had no intention of fucking her in the ass at that time, I wanted to see how receptive she was to a little more ass play. I replaced the finger in her pussy with another one and then placed the one recently in her pussy, and still dripping with her juices against her asshole, and began pushing.

"Oh, whoa, whoa!" Mac gasped. "You're fucking nasty!"

I sensed confusion in Mac's motions. It was like she wanted to push her pussy against my mouth to get greater pressure on her clit at the same time that she wanted to push back to gain greater penetration from the finger invading her ass.

Her impatience was evident, "God, you're such an amazing lover. I want you inside of me. Please fuck me now."

I moved my face from under her pussy so that I could answer her, "I have a better idea. Why don't you fuck me? Climb up and then lower yourself onto my cock. I don't think you realize just how tight your pussy is, so that will allow you to take me inside of you at your own pace."

Giggling once more, Mac started moving down my body as she said, "Oh, yes. I do want to be on your staff!"

Facing away from me, in the classic reverse cowgirl position, Mac never released my well-lubricated cock from her hand as she found the spot that she wanted above me.

Placing my hands on her hips to help stabilize Mac as she squatted over my cock, I endeavored to simply hold her without influencing her movements. With my shaft in both of her hands, she began rubbing the head back and forth between her pussy lips, from her clit to her asshole. She paused at her asshole momentarily as if trying to make a decision, but then slid my cock head back to align with the entrance to her pussy.

"I'm just going to lie here," I informed her. "Lower yourself onto me when you are ready. Go as slow as you need. There is no rush here."

I felt her pussy spreading across the tip of my cock as she said, "There may not be any rush for you, but I can't wait to feel every inch of you inside of me."

"Take your time," I reminded her, fighting the indescribable urge to force myself up inside of her.

It almost sounded like Mac was chanting, "Fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, my God."

The head of my cock finally started to slide past the tight entrance of her pussy. Mac gasped and moaned loudly, "It's so tight. Oh, you're so big."

Mac remained still for several seconds, with the head of my cock barely in her. Her body was trying to adjust, but she was too impatient. "I need your help. Please push it into me further. I promise that I won't break."

"Just relax," I instructed while gently using my hands on her hips to apply slight pressure downward. I felt the head of my cock being fully embraced by the tightest pussy ever.

"Keep going," was Mac's breathless reply. "You're stretching me! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck"

Gravity alone would not overcome the resistance of her tight pussy. Mac placed her hands on top of mine and pressed down, urging me to continue assisting her desired penetration.

"Keep pushing, keep pushing!" she cried. "Keep going, keep fucking going..."

Millimeter by slow, beautiful millimeter, her pussy stretched to allow further acceptance of my cock. I was almost halfway inside of her when Mac giggled, "This is almost like what reverse childbirth would be like."

I began to feel a physical resistance at the head of my cock that was unrelated to the tightness of Mac's pussy and assumed that I had bottomed out at her cervix.

"Oh, God!" Mac sighed. "Please go slow. Nice and slow."

The insistent downward pressure of her hands on mine only lessened slightly as Mac's pussy seemed to gradually expand to accept more of my cock.

"Oh, it's working," Mac sang giddily.

Glancing down between our bodies, I was amazed to see less than two inches of my cock remained exposed. Where was this little minx putting it?

Wherever it was, Mac wasn't satisfied yet. "Go deeper, Baby. You feel wonderful inside of me. I want to feel every single inch of you buried deep inside me."

I resisted Mac's downward pressure on my hands as I said, "Let's try something. Lean forward a little and place your hands on top of my thighs."

Once Mac was in position, I lifted her until just the head of my cock remained in her pussy. She sobbed, "Oh, please put it back in me..."

I stopped lifting and let gravity pull her back down.

Mac gleefully cried, "Thank you, baby."

When my cock bottomed out once more, it was noticeably deeper inside of Mac's pussy. Still not satisfied, she moaned, "Oh, you feel so fucking... so fucking. Please go deeper."

I raised her body and let it sink down on me a half dozen more times before sensing my pubic hair touching Mac's ass cheeks. I had no more cock to give her.

This was not lost on Mac as she exclaimed. "Oh, my God! I feel you against my belly button! It's so deep in me. Deep, deep, deep; balls deep in my pussy!"

"You've taken all of me, Baby," I confirmed. "Now ride me. Fuck me, like the slutty little girl that you want to be."

Mac started slowly; tentatively moving up and down on my cock as she developed a feel for how high she could go before slowly sliding back down.

She kept up a running commentary, "Oh, I can't believe that I'm fucking your wonderful cock with my tight, tiny pussy. You're so big. Jesus, you are stretching me so much. You feel so good inside of me..."

After about five minutes, and two loudly proclaimed orgasms, Mac sat still with my cock fully inside her, panting. She was finally able to gasp, "Can you take control for a while? Can you take charge and really fuck me?"

In reply, I lifted her off my cock and brought her now gaping pussy to my mouth. The scent of the vanilla-flavored lube, combined with Mac's musky post-orgasmic juices was heavenly, and I wanted to savor her for hours.

Mac was not very tolerant of my desires. She kept attempting to get her head down my body far enough to reach my slimy cock. "I want to taste me on your cock!" she eventually whined as she forcefully pulled her pussy away from my mouth and went after her own objective of the moment.

"Mmm, tasty," Mac said before giggling. "My own vanilla and pussy flavored cock-cycle. What a treat!"

Since her oral attention was keeping my cock as hard as steel, I patiently allowed Mac to lick me to her heart's content.

Apparently satisfied that she had cleaned my cock well enough, Mac asked, "Where else do you want to put your cock? Anywhere that you want to put it is okay with me."

I asked, "Do you want to feel it in your pussy again while you're still loose from earlier?"

Kneeling beside me while continuing to stroke my cock, Mac's voice was pleading, "I want you to stick your big cock inside my pussy again. Don't you wanna slide this big cock inside of me?

I rose to kneel in front of her and teased, "You mentioned wanting me to take control. How do you want it?"

"Of fuck, Aiden, just take me." The urgency in Mac's voice was so arousing to me. "My pussy, my mouth, even my ass if you want it. All my holes are yours for the taking. Just fucking use me as your slut, that's how I want it."

I didn't hesitate any further, "Bent over. Get on your hands and knees."

Mac immediately complied. I moved between her legs and asked, "How bad do you want this?"

"I really want it, and I know you want it too. I am such a dirty little slut just for you. Only you."

I smacked Mac's ass cheek and was surprised that she hadn't been startled. She moaned gleefully, "Yes, spank your nasty girl! Give me a pink ass for Valentine's Day. I'll wear it proudly for you."

Smacking her other ass cheek just once, I reached for the bottle of flavored lube and squeezed a little down the crack of Mac's firm, young ass. I let it run past her asshole, but caught the stream with my finger as it ran between the folds of her pussy. Using that finger, I began spreading the lube around the opening, adding it to the abundant wetness remaining from her last orgasm.

While her pussy was still tighter than anything that I had ever experienced, I was able to easily slide two fingers in to further spread the lube within her slightly. Mac was instinctively pushing her body back, attempting to fuck herself on my two fingers.

"Thank you, Baby," Mac murmured. "You're so good to me when you do that."

Although I knew that Mac's asshole would require some stretching and training before I would even attempt to fuck her there, her earlier enthusiasm over having my finger there made playing with it acceptable for both of us. I started once more with my pinky finger.

Mac yelped, "Oh, you're fucking nasty. Does my ass feel good, baby?"

"I intend to find out," I assured her, "but not tonight."

I could sense Mac preparing to ask what I meant, but her words were lost as I removed my fingers from her pussy and immediately lined the head of my cock up to her and began my entry. Embracing doesn't begin to describe the feeling of my cock slowly sliding into her accepting pussy as it easily stretched to accommodate me. I was balls deep within seconds.

I heard Mac's breathy moan, "Yes, this is your fucking pussy. Fill it. Use it."

Use it, I would, "Place your face on the bed and bring your hands back to me."

When Mac's hands were brought over her back, I grabbed each wrist and pulled. Her shoulders raised slightly off the bed as I did so. I slid my cock until only the head remained in her pussy and then used her arms to pull her body back as I slammed forward.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," Mac began chanting each time that my cock would pound into her. After a few minutes, she transitioned over to a different chant, "Keep going, keep going, harder, harder, harder."

I rose onto my haunches so that I could more effectively pile-drive into Mac's pussy. After having cum only a short while ago, I knew that I likely had plenty of time before I would be ready to dump another load. I wanted to use that time to give my little girl the slutty experience that she had asked for. She seemed to agree with me, "Yes, break this pussy! It's your pussy; Destroy it!"

I kept pounding for all that I was worth. "Oh, it feels so good that I'm gonna cry!" Mac sang out. This was immediately followed by, "Oh, fuck, you're making me cum again!"

The convulsions that I felt in her pussy were indescribable. I paused with my cock buried as deep in her pussy as it would go and felt Mac's thighs quivering against my own.

Mac lay still, moaning "Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes," for almost two minutes as she recovered. She was still gasping for breath when I rolled her onto her back. Her satisfied smile warmed my heart.

Scooting around to place her mouth under my cock, Mac exclaimed, "Aiden, I love your big, thick cock. I just want to worship it every day. Can I do that? Will you fuck me and let me worship your wonderful cock every day that we are together here?"

Teasingly, I said, "I don't know. I'm not convinced that you're a big enough slut for me to want to do this with you every day."

Mac countered, "If I'm not a big enough slut yet, it's only because you haven't made me one. You own me. You own my body. You determine my degree of sluttiness, so get with it, Baby. Make me beg!"

I grabbed Mac around her waist and tossed her onto her back, hearing her squeal as she bounced once on the mattress. I grabbed one of her legs in each of my hands and pushed them towards her head.

"Wrap your arms behind your knees and hold your legs back," I commanded. "Spread them as wide as you can so that I can see your pretty, slutty face when I fuck you."

Mac immediately spread her legs until they were perpendicular to her body. "Like this?" she gloated with pride.

I began stroking the head of my cock against her fully exposed pussy and said, "I love a flexible slut, but that's not where I asked you to hold your legs. I want them pulled back to your shoulders. Can you be a good little slut and do as you're told?"

Her response was to pull her legs back, and locking her arms behind her knees as I had requested. Her reward was the feeling of my cock suddenly slamming into her inviting pussy.

Her gasp of surprise was followed by her proclamation, "Oh, fuck, you're making my toes cramp!" when an orgasm overtook her. That was followed by an endless series of repeated screams, "Oh, God, oh, fuck, oh, shit!"

Tears were running down the sides of Mac's face as one orgasm never seemed to end before the next one began. Her cries of "Oh fuck, I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cumming," bounced off the bedroom walls, and I was surprised that Macho seemed to be ignoring them.

Considering the position that Mac was in, with her arms and legs held above her, I was amazed at how vigorous her body still sought to meet each of my thrusts into her pussy, attempting to synchronize her motions with mine and being successful the majority of the time.

When the first hints of an impending orgasm became obvious to me, I growled down at Mac, "Where does my little slut want my load? You've earned it, so you get to choose where I put it."

Mac's only hesitation was due to her needing to catch a breath, "Cum inside of me, I want to feel your warm cum inside of my little slut girl pussy."

"Are you going to scoop it out and eat my cum if I shoot it into your pussy?" I prodded. "Are you going to clean yourself out like a good little slut?"

"Yes, yes, anything," Mac's eyes had rolled up into her head as she begged. "Just fill me with your cum. Please, please, please."

I felt like the very life was being expelled from my body as I plunged one final time into Mac and exploded. My vision blurred and my hearing faded. I had a dim recollection of someone screaming, but I couldn't swear if it was coming from me, or from Mac.

Fortunately, I retained enough lizard brain cognitive function to not simply collapse onto Mac. Her convulsing pussy and spasming body offered no resistance to me somehow rolling over, with her body on top of mine. My cock continued to throb inside her pussy as we both felt our bodies decelerate from the frantic activity of moments before.

I'm not sure that I didn't lose consciousness, but the next thing I heard was Mac groaning, "God, I've never experienced anything like that before."

It was then that I realized that Mac was lying beside me on the bed. I turned my head to look at her just as she brought two cum soaked fingers to her mouth and began licking them clean. I continued watching as Mac's hand would move from her mouth to between her legs, where her fingers would disappear into her pussy in search of the cum that I had deposited there.

Content to simply lie back and enjoy the sight of a beautiful young girl cleaning my cum out of her thoroughly fucked and swollen pussy, I remained silent and still. My now deflated cock lay at an angle across my lower stomach, adding more of our combined juices to those already matting in my pubic hair.

I must have fallen asleep, because I awoke to the undeniable sound of Macho's doorbell. Slowly opening my eyes, I initially questioned why Mac would have turned on all the lights in the bedroom. Once reality set in, I could see that the brightness was due to the morning sunlight blasting through the floor-to-ceiling windows in my bedroom.

Before I could roll over to get out of the bed, Mac appeared in the doorway, "Relax. I'll take care of Macho. We'll see you in a few minutes."

I lay my head back onto a pillow and listened to the tell-tale sounds of Mac and Macho getting onto the elevator. Turning my head to glance at the clock on the bedside table, I saw that it was just past 7:30 in the morning. No wonder that my bladder was suddenly screaming for relief.

Taking care of business in the bathroom, including brushing my teeth, I had just slipped on my sweatpants when I heard the elevator opening. The return of Mac and Macho was confirmed when my little guy came rushing into the bedroom in search of me. Picking him up, he proceeded to bless me with his morning ritual of kisses all over my face.

"Can I feed him this morning?" Mac asked as she joined us in the bedroom. She was wearing the t-shirt and sweatpants that we had left discarded on the living room floor last night.

I smiled at her beautifully pure, morning-bright face, "Sure. I'll make coffee while you feed him."

Mac returned my smile and said, "I already made it. It should be done brewing in a couple of seconds. Would you like me to pour you some?"

Heading towards her standing in the bedroom door, I held out Macho and said, "No thanks. I'll get us coffee while you take care of our little guy here."

Mac took Macho from my arms and I followed them into the kitchen. "How long have you been up?" I asked her.

"Not too long. I had to pee and Macho heard me. He was scratching on my bedroom door before I could flush."

Likely sounding as confused as I was, I asked, "You used the bathroom in your bedroom instead of the one in mine?"

Nodding, Mac explained, "It was the bathroom closest to my bed, so it only made sense to use it, don't you think?

"So, you and I didn't sleep together?" I prodded.

Mac shrugged, "You fell asleep before we could discuss any sleeping arrangements, so I took the safe route and slept in my own bed."

I pulled two cups out and set them on the counter as Mac placed food into Macho's dish. Man, I must have been totally wiped to have fallen so soundly asleep after fucking Mac last night. I had a pang of guilt for essentially abandoning her right after ravaging her body. After filling both cups, I slid them across the counter to the opposite side where the barstools sat. I walked around the island and took one of the seats.

After getting Macho settled with his breakfast, Mac joined me on the adjacent barstool. I stared at my cup and asked, "What would you have done differently?"

Mac added some sugar to her cup as she considered my question. She softly asked, "I assume that you are referring to last night."

I simply nodded.

Shrugging once more, she murmured, "I would have tried to explain myself better, to begin with. Try to explain to you why I acted the way I did; why I wanted you to treat me the way that I asked you to. I would try not to be as embarrassed as I am this morning."

I reached over and took the cup of coffee out of Mac's hands before picking her up and positioning her on my lap. Placing my finger under her chin, I turned her face until our eyes met. "Baby, do you think that I don't understand why you asked for the things that you did? That I didn't willingly and happily try to pamper you by giving you what you wanted?"

Mac sniffled and laid her head on my shoulder, but didn't otherwise reply. I continued, "Your pureness and innocence radiate off of you like moonlight off the surface of a lake. People are naturally going to recognize that and let it influence how they see you and treat you. You wanted me to treat you differently. You wanted the opportunity to be something more than you have been allowed to be with other guys."

I treasure and adore you as much, if not more, than anyone else that you have ever been with. But I also know how to embrace your sensuality and passions. I know how to worship you as the little girl that I want to care for and protect, while also being able to worship the sexual woman within you. When I asked you what you would have done differently, I was interested in learning if there was anything that we did that you would want to change. I know that I would have preferred that you remained in my bed with me all night so that I could have experienced waking up next to you..."

Gazing up at me again, Mac whispered, "I have always had a reputation as a good girl, and it has limited me from taking chances that might cause someone to think of me otherwise..."

"There is no reason that you can't maintain what you consider a respectable image and still be able to embrace a wilder side of yourself," I assured her. "Take right now as an example. What you and I did last night hasn't influenced my image of you in the least. Haven't you ever heard the saying that a man wants an angel on his arm and a whore in his bedroom? You, my little angel, are both to me."

"Can we go back to your bed and just snuggle for a while?" Mac implored. "Just to talk. While I don't think my pussy is broken, it is definitely not in any condition for more of what we did last night."

I stood and picked her up into my arms, "Nothing would make me happier. Grab the cups of coffee."

Other than each of us taking a turn to go and refill the coffee cups, our time in bed was spent entirely in casual conversation. There was more reassurance from me that Mac's penchant for experiencing sexual acts that contrasted with how most people would perceive her innocent persona seemed to be comforting to her. She mentioned wanting to wear a collar around her neck while in the penthouse that would signify her role as my personal slut while we were together.

When I asked Mac how she had learned of things like a slut collar, she had explained how listening to her mother's cries when making love to her father had inspired her to learn more about women who willingly gave themselves completely to their partner.

Mac expected that at some point, she would find a guy that she would love and want to make sweet, gentle love to, but until then, she wanted sex to be more robust, decadent, and uninhibited. With me, she had found someone able to see past her good girl image enough to ravage her without judgment.

"It's almost eleven," I remarked after checking the time. "Your spa crew will be here at 11:30, so if you want to shower before they get here, we'd better get a move on."

I had arranged for a masseuse, nail technician, and hairdresser to come by the penthouse to treat Mac and get her ready for the gala that evening. I felt that it would be more convenient to bring all the pampering to her rather than making her run out to receive it.

"Will I have to put Macho somewhere while they're here?" Mac asked as she sat up on the bed.

"No, I'll take him with me while I run a few last-minute errands," I offered. "We'll be back around five. Plenty of time for me to shower, shave, and share a drink with my date before the car arrives to pick us up. Is there anything that you would like me to get for you while we are out?"

Reaching down and lightly stroking my limp cock, Mac grinned and said, "See if you can find some Chloraseptic spray. I have heard other girls extolling the benefits of having a numb throat at the right time, such as when other body parts are temporarily out of commission."

I was still chuckling when I returned to the penthouse and presented Mac with the bag from the pharmacy containing her requested item. My grin hadn't fully disappeared before I also presented her with the small wrapped box.

Mac's transformation after her spa day was not as big a surprise to me as it was to her. I had always recognized the full potential of her beauty, but like most women, Mac had been blind to all her amazing attributes and what they collectively showed the world.

I was so focused on studying her beauty that I didn't pay attention to her unwrapping the gift that I had given her.

"Is this what I think it is?" Mac stammered.

I teased, "I don't know. What do you think it is"?

Holding the small object and turning it to inspect it from every angle, Mac giggled, "I think it is a butt plug. Does this mean that the training that you mentioned that I needed will start soon?"

"There's no time like the present," I stated. "Tonight, while you are the angel on my arm, you can be getting prepared to be my slut in the bedroom when we get home."

Mac nodded enthusiastically, "You'll need to show me what to do with this. I mean, I know where it goes, but is there some trick to inserting it or anything? Wait, is that a real ruby?"

The smooth, shiny metal plug had a rounded cone about two-inches long that tapered into the waist, before flaring out to form the flange that acted to keep the plug from going too far into the ass, and as a handle to pull it out when desired. Professionally affixed to the end of the flange by a skilled jeweler was a large red ruby, cut into the shape of a heart.

I leaned down and planted a soft kiss onto Mac's lips, "Happy Valentine's Day."

~~~

It was the third to last day of February in a leap year, but even with overcast skies, temperatures in the low sixties allowed us to comfortably sit out on the hotel pool deck in chairs that afforded us some privacy from other guests.

Rachel McAdams had spent more than a year as my house-sitter. During that time, she had completed her Bachelor of Fine Arts degree, graduated with honors, and captured the attention of several Canadian producers.

When Mac started receiving offers for roles that would require her to be in California or other locations for filming, our relationship was no longer practical for either of us. While we hadn't communicated much over all these years, I kept close tabs on her life and career, always making certain that she was safe, happy, and respected.

The anonymous angel investor that would conveniently appear whenever a production in which Rachel McAdams was cast in faced financial challenges certainly hadn't limited the roles offered to her. She could pick and choose the roles that she wanted, and I was proud of how selective she had been.

"Good luck tomorrow night," I quickly said once Mac had taken her seat. "You made Sasha Pfeiffer the star of the movie. I can't be the only one surprised that you didn't get nominated for best actress instead of supporting actress. How are decisions like that made?"

I knew that Mac had to be in Southern California this weekend in order to attend the 88^th Academy Awards ceremony tomorrow evening in Hollywood. She had been nominated for her role in the movie "Spotlight" and stood a very good chance of winning.

I was proud of her, but still curious about why she would have chosen to stay at this hotel in Newport Beach rather than some of the famous hotels closer to where the ceremony was to be held. Traveling the fifty-plus miles to Hollywood shouldn't be that troublesome on a Sunday afternoon, but driving back after the ceremony and after parties would make for an even longer day.

Her words from the lobby returned to me, "I think you know why."

Was her choice of this hotel a result of nostalgic memories of the time that she and I had spent here all those years ago?

Mac must have been reading my mind, "I tried to book the Presidential Suite," she lamented. "Now that I see you here, I understand why it wasn't available to me. It's probably for the best."

"Why is that?" I asked.

Sighing, Mac said, "Because it holds too many fond memories of the time that we spent together and what we did there. Our last time together."

In the summer of 2001, I had flown Mac out to Hollywood for a meeting with the casting team for the Disney Channel. To help ease her apprehension about auditioning for her first American television role, I suggested that we make a vacation out of the trip. I had chosen this same hotel at that time because it placed us closer to the sites that I wanted to share with her, including Disneyland, the San Diego Zoo, and Sea World.

Mac had a faraway look in her eyes as she said, "When I think back on my life and the time that you and I spent together, it just seems somehow more unbelievable that it happened. I am eternally grateful that it did, and will always treasure everything that we experienced, but I can't help having regrets too. Do you understand?"

"No," I admitted. "Not entirely."

Mac sighed, "I guess each relationship is different. That's what I love about relationships. Even when they end, you've learned so very much; so much to take into your next relationship, and to take into your life. It's the greatest thing that comes out of an ending - so it depends on the person. Where we are concerned, I somehow feel unfinished, like there was never any real closure between us."

Smiling, I said, "I reflect more on the lack of a real beginning for us. We just seemed to suddenly happen."

Pondering my words for a few seconds, Mac eventually nodded and muttered, "Yes, I guess we did, but I have never had any regrets. Well, no regrets other than never finding anyone else that made me feel as comfortable expressing myself as I did with you. How about you?"

"No one has, or ever will, compare to you," I admitted. "You are my one and only 'little girl', and I'm fine with that."

Mac grinned, "What about Kayla? Isn't she your newest house-sitter?"

It looks like Mac had also been keeping tabs on my life. I sighed, "Kayla Wallace is just my house-sitter. Not all house-sitters are created equal. Even Macho just seems to tolerate her sometimes."

We both stood. Mac's voice had a melancholy tone as she sighed, "Well, I'd better get back to the suite before Michelle comes looking for me."

I set Macho onto the ground, "Walk with me for a few minutes while I let Macho explore the grassy area over there and see if he does any business. I'll even let you hold his leash."

Macho must have understood because he raised up and placed his front paws onto Mac's legs. With a smirk at our little buddy, she took the leash from my hand and headed across the paved area surrounding the pool to a small landscaped section with a patch of manicured grass.

"How do you like your chances tomorrow?" I asked.

Mac was grinning at Macho's familiar examination of every blade of grass, determined to smell where any other dogs had been at some time. She smirked and said, "The competition is very strong, but on top of that, I forgot to pack my good luck charm."

I knew exactly what "good luck charm" that Mac was referring to. As she explained it to me, she had been preparing herself for my return from a business trip by wearing the butt plug that I had given her prior to the Valentine's Day gala. When she unexpectedly received a call offering an audition for a bit in the MTV series, "Shotgun Love Dolls", Mac had hurriedly dressed and rushed to the appointment.

She believed that having the butt plug still inside of her affected her posture, poise, and confidence so much that she won the part. Mac had endeavored to wear her "good luck charm" at all subsequent auditions and award ceremonies and felt that doing so had contributed to her many successes.

"There's plenty of time," I offered. "I could send a courier to retrieve it and fly it to you in time for you to wear it tomorrow."

Mac broke out in laughter, "You're still my loveable old pervert, Aiden. Thank you, but I am not having some courier sent to bring me a butt plug. That ain't happening. I'll take my chance tomorrow night without it."

Handing me Macho's leash, Mac spoke just above a whisper, "Come and give me a hug. I need to get going."

I opened my arms and smiled as Mac jumped up, placing her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist so that her face was almost level with mine. We hug each other tightly before I gently set her back onto her feet.

Without any further words from either of us, Mac turned towards the hotel entrance. She stopped, staring into my eyes. I saw tears glistening. She couldn't say the words.

Neither could I.