Tina II Chapter Five- Two out of three ain't bad- A Gray Muzzle story
Tina II Chapter five- Two out of three ain't bad....A Gray Muzzle Story
Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere
I told you everything I possibly can
There's nothing left inside of here
And maybe you can cry all night
But that'll never change the way that I feel
The snow is really piling up outside
I wish you wouldn't make me leave here
I poured it on and I poured it out
I tried to show you just how much I care
I'm tired of words, and I'm too horse to shout
But you've been cold to me so long
I'm crying icicles instead of tears
And all I can do
Is keep on telling you
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad,
'Cause two out of three ain't bad.
"Two out of three ain't bad"
Meatloaf
Stan had just walked in the door of the pool house on the Goldstein estate, where he and his wife Georgette lived. Since his retirement from the plant, Stan has been caring for Doctor Goldstein. His daughter's father in law, the doctor was widowed, and suffering from Parkinson's. Increasingly disabled, Stan helped the doctor with the necessities of everyday living- bathing, dressing, getting in and out of his wheelchair. Of course, the doctor could hire anyone he needed to assist him, but Stan and the doctor head a special relationship. They met after their children got engaged, and bonded when the doctor taught Stan to play golf. The relationship was cemented when the doctor saved Stan's life after he had a major heart attack.
Laying his keys on the counter, the phone rang. He walked to the kitchen, and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Stan?"
"Flower? Is that you?
"Uh huh. I've missed you. Can we talk?"
"Where are you?"
"Here. In Trenton. Can we meet someplace."
"Friendly's. There's one near the airport. In an hour."
Stan replaced the phone in it's cradle. He had met Flower at a concert that they had attended a few weeks ago, when they had gone on a swinger's weekend with friends. Stan had seen Georgette has sex with other people for the first time in their life. It was a side of her he'd never known. He took a walk to sort things out, do some thinking. That's when he met Flower. A young Saluki, thin as a rail, she had swept the older Poodle off his feet. Their afternoon culminated with her asking him to make love to her. Since then, he had thought of her often. He couldn't decide whether he was afraid of seeing her again, or afraid that he wouldn't. He went to change, his head spinning.
Across town, in a hotel room, Flower prepared. Unzipping her tight, skinny jeans, she dropped them casually to the floor, revealing her lack of panties. Flower was a natural Saluki; her sex hair long, in the style of her breed. She tugged the skinny tank top off, revealing a lack of undergarments on top as well. With a swish of her long tail, she headed into the shower. Flower smiled as the warm water ran over her body. Eventually, she shampood her long fur, giving it a faint scent of lilacs. Once she was satisfied that her fur was clean, she cleaned her face, her ears, and finally, her sex, internally and externally. After toweling dry, she attended to the elaborate ritual of blowing her fur out, then shaking it, so that it lay just so. Looking in the mirror, she did it...and redid it....several times, until it was just so. Only then did she go to her closet. Checking out several dresses, holding each one up, the swooshing around the room, as if she were in the arms of an accomplished dancer. Finally, she selected a short, sheer gay one, sleeveless, that semed to float on her, as if suspended on air. Satisfied as to how she looked, she slipped on some gray flats. As before, she wore nothing underneath her street clothes. One last check in the mirror, and she grabbed a small bag, put on a full length Cheetah coat, and headed downstairs to catch a cab.
Stan wheeled the black Escalade into the parking lot at Friendly's There was a steady snow falling as he pulled the large SUV into a space. While Stan had driven vehicles at work for years, he had never had a license. Only when he went to work for the doctor had he actually gotten on. It was a tremendous sense of freedom that attatched to it. He took the doctor to medical and social engagements in the Cadillac, and it was his to use for personal errands when Georgette had their Taurus, as tonight. The black Poodle stepped down from the SUV, when he was hit out of nowhere.
"STANLEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!"
It was Flower, who had come at Stan at a full run, junping into his arms, her legs around his waist. She buried her muzzle in his thick, black fur, inhaling deeply as she did.
"Uh, Hi, Flower" he greeted, somewhat uncertainly "Maybe we should go inside."
They entered the restaurant, taking a booth toward the back. The waitress brought them coffee.
"Well, This was a surprise..." Stan began
Flower seemed excited, almost out of breath.
"I'm sorry, Stan; I wasn't sure....but I needed to talk....we need to talk."
There was a pause. Flower was silent, but still bubbling over with excitement.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?"
Flower broke into a big smile. She took his hands.
"Uh huh. Yes! I'm....WE'RE pregnant.....gonna have a baby....babies! Oh Stan, how do you feel? Are you excited, are you as happy as me? PLEASE tell me you are......I'm not asking anything....I just want you to be happy. Be part of our lives....."
Flower smiled at him, focusing on his eyes, and waited. She locked on, waiting expectantly for his answer. Stan played with his coffee, nervously stirring, until he got his thoughts together.
"I've been waiting for this call. Not sure whether I was more afraid of getting it, or not getting it. Wondering what I'd do when....if...it came. When we.....did what we did, I knew what would likely happen. I never wanted anything in my life as much as I wanted to be with you. I haven't stopped thinking of you since. "
Flowers emotions were boiling over.
"What are you saying, Stan?"
Stan shifted nervously in his seat.
"I loved you from the moment I saw you. I tried to forget. I can't."
With that, she jumped from her seat. Sliding across the booth seat, she grabbed Stan in a hug.
"Oh, Stan! You've made me so happy! I was so nervous! I didn't know what you were going to say!"
Stan looked around. He was concerned, as people were looking at them.
"Uh, maybe we should go somewhere to talk...." He suggested
"My hotel isn't far. We could go there."
Stan nodded his agreement. He left a few dollars on the table, paid the check, and headed for the car.
Flower and Stan arrived at the nearby hotel. They walked through the lobby, and took the elevator to an upper floor. Flower swiped the pass key, letting them in. She stopped just inside the room, shutting the door, and dropping her fur to the floor. She stood there in the dim light of the room. Flower lowered her eyes, giving Stan a coy smile. For the first time, Stan saw her in all of her carefully prepared glory. With the light from behind, Flower just glowed. He could see through the sheerness of her dress. Stan now could see her lack of undergarments.
They stood there like that for what must have seemed like a long time. It was she who broke the stalemate, putting her paws on his shoulders, sliding the heavy bomber jacket he wore from his shoulders, where it fell to the floor alongside her coat. Stan took her in his arms, and held her close, whispering to her:
"God, how I dreamed of doing this! You'll never know how you've been in my every waking thought."
"mmmmmmmm" was Flower's only reply. She took his hand, and lead him toward the bed. She sat on the edge of the giant king bed, a little Saluki opposite a large, black Poodle male. Slowly, She reached up, and undid the buttons of his cuffs. She unbuttoned the placket of his shirt. Flower then unbuckled Stan's belt, unfastened it's button, and lowered the zipper. Stan then slid his undershirt over his head, and the Saluki slipped his shorts over his firm hips and stout tail. As she was waist high sitting on the bed, all she had to do was lean forward. She could see the pink tip of his sex peek out. It made her smile. Taking both paws, she put them to Stan's sheath. With a delicate touch, she took her fingertips, and buried them in the depths of his black, wooly fur, stroking his sheath close to his skin. As she did, Stan's sex peered further and further from it's furry home. She took it in her muzzle, and caressed his penis with her tongue. Stan found her tongue soft, but with a raspy surface. It was a long, flexible tongue, almost prehensile in it's ability to twist wrap, and move in complicated ways. Her oral ministrations got to Stan quickly. He began to shiver, his breaths coming shallow and fast. Sensing where he was, she slowed, then stopped. Flower stood, then pulled down the bed. Fluffing the pillows, She lay on her back, legs spread, sex exposed.
"My turn" she said.
Stan lay at her side. He needed a moment to compose himself, surveying the naked body being offered to him. Her fur was silver gray, and long. Her muzzle was narrow and pointed, but it wasn't at all sharp or hard. Her eyes were soft and dark. She was thin. No she was beyond thin. She was as thin as any hubrid he's seen You could see her ribs plainly, and she had only the slightest hint of breasts. Her hips were shapely, and well furred. But it was her sex that fascinated him. It was round and pink, and surrounded by that heaveny ring of long fur. Tonight, that fur was damp. It was darker than the surrounding fur, and soaking wet. So wet was her fur that he could see her moisture bead, and run down it's surface.
"Are you going to play, or are you just going to look?" she asked playfully
"No one could look at that very long and not touch it." He responded.
Side by side, he took her in his arms. Flower melted at his touch. Wiggling closer, she snuggled to his chest. Before settling in, she guided his sex between the folds of her sex. She closed her eyes and murred, as Stan slid his penis fully inside her.
"I prayed I would feel this again" she whispered
"Me, too" Stan responded
She snuggled deep into the pit of his arm. Finding a nipple in the forest of his black fur, she first teased it with the tip of her tongue, before going on to suck at it like an infant.
He found this very arousing, as it was nothing that Georgette had ever done. Stan began to stroke in and out of her sex. When he did, Flower squeaked with excitement. She drew her legs up, trapping his hips. How flexible she was! Flower could twist and contort like no dog he had ever seen.
"How did you learn to do THAT?" he asked in amazement
She laughed
"Didn't have to LEARN anything, silly; it's just the way Saluki are. We're flexible, so that we can turn quickly at speed, like when we hunt." She responded
"Do you hunt?" he inquired
"Hmmm. Certain things...." She replied, with a mischievous smile.
With that, she rolled Stan onto his back. Sitting atop Stan's strong thighs, she began to hump. Closing her eyes, Flower ran her hands over her svelt torso, massaging her breasts as she did. Stan reached forward, touching a wet finger to the little button over her sex. At his touch, she moaned loudly, sucking in her breath, and holding it. Stan was sure that she would pass out. Flower collapsed on his chest, convincing him that she had surely done so. It was only when he heard little sobs that he knew she hadn't passed out.
"Babe? Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.
Flower was laying on his shoulder. She tenderly touched his face.
"No, my dear. Everything is good. Wonderful, in fact. When I felt you...you know, inside me? ...it brought back that day, how wonderful it was. When we.....that day...when you.....I knew. Right that moment, I knew! But, I was scared. I didn't know how you felt....." she sniffed back tears.
"Have you been to the doctor ?"
She nodded.
"I'm six weeks."
"Do you know....what we're having ?"
She leaned forward, placing her paws on the pillow over Stan's shoulders.
"Boys and girls"
"Uhhhhh"
Stan feigned passing out.
"I'm having a litter. Four pups. Two each. Tell me you're happy...tell me you'll love us and be with us.....now, and always......"
Stan pushed himself up on the pillows, pulling her close.
"I will. You know I will. But....this isn't going to be easy......."
When Stan got home, Georgette was already in bed asleep. He took a shower, and carefully got into bed. He lay there a long time thinking, before the energetic sex finally caught up with him, and he drifted off to sleep. Stan was up early, for he always was. He had the doctor to attend to. Doctor Goldstein was an early riser, so by default, Stan became an earlier one. Not that he wasn't used to it, from years of shift work at the plant. Truth is, Stan was anxious to get out. He didn't want to face Georgette. At least not now, at any rate.
Stan dressed, and made his way to the big house. He helped the doctor get up, shower and dress. Stan made breakfast, and they sat down to eat. On a normal day, Stan and doctor Goldstein would talk, as they were friends. Today, they were almost through eating, and hardly a word was spoken.
"Stan, what's the matter? You've hardly said a word
Stan nodded
"Family stuff, Doc. Guess I've got a few things on my mind..."
Again, the two fell into silence.
"I think I'd like to go to the club today. Will you take me?"
Stan nodded.
"I'll bring the car around."
"The Club" was the country club where the Doctor was on the board of directors. He had been the clubs first Jewish member, and had worked his way through the system, finally ending up as membership secretary. He was still on the board, but his duties had largely been taken over by others.
"Morning, Doctor G, Stan!"
"Good morning, Harrison"
Harrison was officially the host at the club. An elderly black human, he had been there as long as anyone could remember.
"Harrison? Could we have a couple Bourbons sent to the day room?"
"Yes SIR, Doctor!"
Harrison was that way. Every request received the same enthusiastic response. And the same flawless service. More than that, Harrison knew everything about everybody. Harrison was the soul of discretion. It was how he had navigated the treacherous waters of club politics all of these years.
"There you go, gentlemen" Harrison announced as he took his leave
Abe Goldstein and Stan Russel sat in big leather chairs, the only two in the room. There was a huge picture window, floor to ceiling. In the summer, it was a great place to pass time watching members play golf; today it was peaceful and empty.
They sat those two for a long time, without speaking, until Stan broke the silence.
"Did you love Miriam?"
The doctor was looking straight ahead. After a time, he picked up his drink, with surprisingly steady hand.
"In my way, I suppose. You know, Miriam wasn't exactly the easiest person to get along with. When....we were young, I was totally smitten. It was the real thing, I knew it. But, life sometimes takes people to different places. Things came up. My career. Her drinking. Kids. Religion. The scars from too many things ending badly. When Miriam died, things weren't the same. But I kept the bargain. Why do you ask, Stan? I thought things were going well. You've got young children. Gosh, she's pregnant! How bad could it be?"
It was Stan's turn to take that long drink.
"We have lived very different lives" Stan began "But, I always felt that we could relate, since there were many experiences that we shared....When I married Georgette, I had to. No, take that back; I wanted to very much; I had to because we were going to have Tina. Soon after, Georgette fell into deep depression. I kept my vow; I was going to care for her for life. I did a good job- for her, for Tina, I worked, ran the house, EVERYTHING! It was hard, don't get me wrong, but I did it- gladly. Then, I had the accident. By some stroke of fate, Georgette emerged from mental illness, like a great fog lifting. We had the grandkids, even got a sex life back. But, it has changed. Neither of us is the same. I can't get past all of those years of pain and sacrifice. I think it has changed for her as well. She has her new family. She doesn't need me as she once did. "
The Doctor nodded.
"Is she seeing someone?"
"We went on a weekend, with friends who have an 'open' marriage. We went to a club, and she ended up having intercourse with one of our friends. I watched, and I didn't feel anything. That's when I knew."
The Doctor nodded.
"Are YOU seeing anyone?"
Stan didn't answer right away. Then he picked up his drink, and finished it.
"I met someone. A girl. The weekend we were at that party. While Georgette was off with hers, I went off. To think. This young girl approached me. A gray Saluki. Little bitty thing. We talked for a while, then she talked me into a swim. Well, I felt like I was twenty again. I've never had such a wonderful time in my life"
"Then?" Abe continued
"We took off our wet clothes after we got out. So, there we were. Face to face. Naked. "
The Doctor nodded.
"Then?"
"She asked me to make love to her. I knew in advance she was in heat. I wanted to."
"And now she's pregnant...."
Stan nodded.
"And you want to be together"
Stan looked down, and into his empty glass. He nodded again.
The Doctor laughed.
"Old guy. Pregnant wife. Pregnant young girlfriend. That's one HELL of a situation!"
"It's not funny! " Stan protested
It was no use. The Doctor was doubled over, laughing.
"Well, I guess it's KIND of funny" Stan finally admitted.
"Harrison! Two drinks! One for me, and one for this young stallion!"
That night was a very quiet dinner at the Russel house. Once the meal was almost over, Stan turned to Georgette with a question.
"Georgette, do you love me?"
"You know I do...."
"No, I mean seriously. Do you LOVE me?"
This time, Georgette was not so quick to answer. She got up, and started to clean up. Stan got up, and blocked her path to the sink.
"Georgette, do you LOVE me?"
She looked away, and turned toward the refrigerator.
"We've been together a long time, Stanley......You've been a good husband; couldn't ask for more. "
"I feel a 'but' coming"
Georgette was knotting a dishtowel in her hands.
"I was a child when we married......I never did any of those things that young girls do. I think about that sometimes. Maybe I think about it more now. I thought it might be the sex......"
"But, it's more than that."
Georgette walked over to Stan.
"I'd never hurt you."
"Nor I you"
They stood in the middle of the kitchen, holding each other, neither seeing the tears of the other.