The Return of Harry

(All characters, places and events depicted in this story are based on 100% pure fiction)

Eleven Years Ago

I had not been able to pen my escapades for about 11 years now. The audience is probably wondering what happened to Harry who was normally very active, never missing an opportunity to hang out with school girls and fuck some of them after their tutoring sessions. I did a pretty good job with tutoring some of the students who attended Norwood Community School (NCC) in math, physics and chemistry. Many of them ended up getting A+!

Then, about 10 years ago, the President of NCC apparently heard rumors that a certain Harry who lived in town was bartering his tutoring services in exchange for Sex from some of the female school students. I did this rarely and only when the tutee was totally broke. I wondered there was nothing wrong with this arrangement so long as I did not use the school facilities to do my tutoring and only had Sex with the Adult women elsewhere and with their consents.

The President Dr. Pam Brown (age 36 then) called me and asked me to meet with her in her office. I reluctantly agreed and met with her. She alleged that I was using the school facilities to do my tutoring. She also alleged that since I was neither a staff member nor a teaching assistant employed by the school, nor was I enrolled as a student, I was trespassing into the campus. All these allegations were blatantly false. I had never entered the campus (I already have a four year school degree from elsewhere!). I all the time tutored my clients elsewhere. After she laid out the allegations, I informed her that she was misinformed. Rather, the truth was that some of her faculty members were tutoring the students on campus for money (a violation of conflict of interest and NCC ethics rules) and were artificially boosting the grades of those students who paid for the tutoring (a clear violation of the faculty/employee code of conduct). I told the President I had proof and witnesses who could corroborate my statements. Perhaps, she was in cahoots with the offenders who were considering me as their competition for clients. In any case she backed off from bringing any “sanctions” upon me such as banning me from campus or something else equally silly.

Soon afterwards, I got into a serious car crash in Norwood through no fault of my own. My car was totaled and I underwent multiple surgeries to repair my almost fully shattered body. I went through extensive rehab and had to move back to Rutledge, a hundred miles from Norwood in a neighboring state, to live with my mother. My mother and I all the time had a close relationship and so I was glad that she took me in as I recouped from the disaster. After six months or so, I felt well enough because I could now walk using a cane. My mother said that I could stay as long as I wished. I didn’t want to impose on her and thus wanted to contribute a little something in return for room and board.

By that time technology had advanced so much that I started doing e-tutoring. At first I was unsure how this would work out since I had all the time been a face-to-face type of person and not a cyber communicator. But I got used to it. Soon my clientele started growing as I was able to reach every nook and corner of the nation as well as internationally. Soon, I was able to pay my mother something every month even though she didn’t want to talk about accepting money from me.

My father had left us many years ago and so mom was single but was not dating anyone. But I realized that my staying with mom probably further inhibited her from dating men. So a year after I had moved in with her, I decided to discover a place on my own. I moved into a studio apartment in Rutledge with my e-tutoring company booming. Once a week, I took mom out for lunch on Sundays as she was busy as a financial advisor working six days a week. I still used my cane occasionally as needed but my mobility was great compared to a year ago.

Present Time

I lived happily in Rutledge and did my electronic tutoring. I abstained from seeing any women during the 11 or so years. I did miss my life in Norwood, the face to face tutoring and the rewards it offered such as frequent and exotic Sex with the school women. One day I decided I needed a vacation and drove to Norwood. I had not been in touch with the people I used to know in Norwood except Liz, who I learned had become the librarian at the Norwood Public Library (refer to the story Harry, Liz and Amy). She also filled me in on the happenings in the Village of Norwood which was not much. The major news which happened about nine years ago was President Pam Brown was forced to resign from NCC facing ethics charges. Pam went into a deep depression and thanks to medication and cognitive-behavioral therapy she pulled out of it in about two years. Since she had a background in accounting, she took the CPA exam and passed it. She set up her own company as a CPA and was serving the population of Norwood and surrounding communities. Liz also told me that Pam moved to the countryside and had her own remote ranch house while her office was located in the village downtown.

I reached Norwood in about two hours after crossing the state line. The village hadn’t changed a bit in over ten years. I drove straight to the library. Liz was in her office and she rose when she saw me. She was wearing a flowery dress that stretched to her knee and comfortable walking shoes. Her pretty face had some rouge on, mascara and muted red lipstick. She still wore her glasses. She ran toward me and gave me a big hug.

She said, “It is so good to see you after all these years!”

I replied, “Yes, Liz. Great to see you! You look well!”

“Thanks,” she replied.

Tears were forming in her eyes. I shed a tear or two myself as Liz and I had been BFF for some years now.

She said, wiping her tears, “Let me show you around. Since you were here last we have made major technological advances in the library.”

She proudly displayed the new computers and peripherals. The library was providing customers e-readers as many books went digital. Some of the older ones were scanned in and could be accessed from the digital library catalog. Some really old books and back volumes of magazines were still stored in the second floor archives area where Liz and I had the first sexual encounter (see Harry, Liz and Amy, a story by the same author).

“Congratulations on becoming a librarian, Great to hear the news,” I said.

Mrs. Henderson had retired and Liz applied for the position and got it. Liz had just one full time staff reporting to her and two paraprofessionals and some volunteers.

“How long are you staying in town?” asked Liz.

I said, “I don’t know. It was an impromptu decision to get into my car and drive over. I have no plans. By the way, how’s Amy, your house mate?”

Liz said, “Right now she is visiting her mother and will be back in a week. We are getting married later this year.”

“Great! I am very happy for both of you,” I said, remembering the adventures the three of us have had in the past.

After our adventures over a decade ago, Liz dated a few men and they turned out to be losers. So she gave up on men altogether and felt solace, safety and comfort in being Amy’s sole girlfriend.

“What is the plan for the rest of the day? Where are you staying?” asked Liz.

“I might check into King’s Motel,” I said.

“Oh, no! You can use Amy’s room. Here’s the spare key. I will be home just after 7 PM after I close up here,” said Liz.

I gave Liz a peck on her cheek, took her key and left the library. I drove over to her apartment and let me in. It was nearing five in the evening. I peed first and then went into Amy’s room. I lay on her bed to take a power nap being tired after the drive. I enjoyed the smell of Amy’s bed. Normally I would have explored her room, her closet and unwashed laundry and would be looking for her worn panties (with stains) to smell, lick and get high. But today, I restrained myself. I would not do this to my BFF’s fiancée and soon to be Wife. That’s not me.

After a half hour nap, I opened the refrigerator but found there were just a few things there. So I went to the nearby grocery store and bought some shrimp, lemons, parsley, some vegetables, white wine and Italian bread. It was nearing 6 PM when I returned to her apartment.

I peeled and deveined the shrimp. I placed those peels in a sauce pan with a cup of water, salt and pepper and extracted the goodness from the peels after ten minutes of gentle simmering. I then discarded the peels saving the stock. I then made a quick green salad and whipped up lemon vinaigrette dressing using three parts of oil to one part of lemon juice. I sliced the Italian bread and chopped up garlic and parsley. Turning the burner on high, I sautéed the shrimp in olive oil and butter, one minute per side. I then turned the heat down and added the prepared stock and simmered it for a minute. Then, I added freshly squeezed lemon juice, chopped parsley and garlic, stirred, and turned the fire off after another minute. Then, I added two tablespoons of butter and stirred to emulsify. I smeared butter on bread slices, rubbed garlic cloves on them and quickly toasted them. Dinner was ready at 7:10 PM and Liz walked into the apartment at that time.

She said, “Smells heavenly!”

I had set the table for two and had two glasses filled with Moscato white wine. I also had lit a candle and laid out napkins and silverware. Liz was amazed at the effort I had expended in getting a gourmet dinner ready. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

She said, “Let me freshen up a little. Back in five!”

She went to her bedroom, removed her dress, panties and bra and came out naked. I didn’t think she was out to seduce me because best friends don’t just do that. She looked gorgeous in her raw nakedness, her large size breasts still defying gravity, her rosy nipples wanting to be bold and her rounded, milky, and soft buttocks a treat to watch for any man (or woman). She then went into the single bathroom the apartment provided. I heard water running followed by the trickle of her pee in the toilet, her pulling of tissue off the roll and wiping noises. Then came the sound of a toilet flush. She came out a minute later wearing jeans and a white sweater and smelling of cedar perfume.

We hugged each other. I felt Liz shaking and I saw tears in her eyes.

She said, “These are tears of joy and gratitude. You have been my best friend for years and I Love that. You were with me on the phone when I broke up with Stan years ago. You consoled me and listened to me without judging. Thank you!”

I said, “That’s what friends are for. There is not a single day that goes by when I don’t think of you and us.”

I squeezed her tighter, and then said, “Let’s eat!”

We ate the salad, shrimp scampi and garlic bread.

I said, “I forgot to get cheesecake for dessert.”

Liz replied, “This is plenty. Our meeting after so many years itself is a treat and will substitute for any dessert.

I said, “I agree.”

I was getting ready to do the dishes when Liz said,

“Let me at least do the dishes. It has been a fantastic meal”

After the dishes were washed, we sat on the couch and watched TV for some time. It was 8:30 PM.

Liz said, “Do you want to go hang out at the Whiskey Two? It is the new place in town. I can stay for a short while since I have to work tomorrow.”

“Okay, you are the boss. I feel like a stranger in Norwood,” I said.

We walked over to the Whiskey Two. There were just a few people there. I ordered a Molson beer and Liz ordered a glass of white wine. We sat at the bar. Liz seemed to know the bartender well.

She said, “Tom, can I play the piano?”

Tom replied, “Absolutely, Liz. It brings more customers in.”

Liz went over to the piano and I took a chair close to her. She started off with Gershwin’s “Summer Time.” She played well. The door opened and a woman in her 40’s walked in and sat at the bar. She had long, brown hair that extended to her midriff region. She was 5’7″ tall, slender, about 115 lbs., perhaps a 34-28-34 woman with a B cup size bra. She had make up on and crimson colored lipstick. She wore jeans and a white silk blouse with the top two buttons unbuttoned. There was a lacy white bra underneath and her cleavage was shiny, gorgeous and well-defined. She wore white high heels. She ordered gin and tonic and started sipping her drink while watching Liz play.

Liz whispered to me, “Don’t look right now. The woman sitting at the bar is Dr. Pam Brown. I don’t know if she remembers you from the single encounter you had with her.”

I looked at her reflection on a mirror mounted just above the piano and saw her.

I said, “Yes, I remember her well. Hope she doesn’t remember me.”

“Here, we are going to play together. Remember “Take Five” by Dave Brubeck? You play the base cleft while I do the treble cleft,” said Liz.

I shared the piano seat with Liz sitting on the right side of the tiny bench and me on the left. We started playing and the audience was immediately intrigued. We received a good applause. I noticed that Pam was intently looking over at the piano and at us. Next, Liz got up and announced,

“Since Father’s Day is coming up this weekend, in honor of dads, we are going to play “Song for my Father” by Horace Silver. Henry here will play the baseline and sing, while I will play the treble cleft like the previous one.”

Then she whispered to me,

“Pam doesn’t know Henry, she might remember Harry and so I lied!”

We started playing and I sang, “If there ever was a man / Who was generous, gracious and good / That was my dad / The man/…..”

The audience seemed to Love it and we received a standing ovation. We stood up, faced the audience and gave them a gentle bow. Liz then said,

“It is getting late for me. I better leave. You can stay as long as you want.”

She gave me a kiss on the cheek, took her purse and left.

I was thinking of what I should play next since the audience was expecting more. Pam continued to stare in my direction. I then played Duke Ellington’s “Caravan.” When the song was over, the bartender brought me a drink saying it was compliments of the establishment.

Pam walked over, saying,

“Hello, I am Pam. You play really well. Are you new in town?”

I said, “I am Henry. I was just passing through on my way to Montréal and decided to stay here overnight to rest up.”

Pam said, “Was that your girlfriend?”

I said, “No. I know her from some time ago. She is not my girlfriend. In fact she is engaged to marry another woman soon.”

I know that Liz is open about her sexual orientation and I was not “outing” her in any manner.

Pam asked, “How long do you plan to play here tonight?”

I replied, “I am just getting ready to leave. I don’t know any other songs to play.”

Pam said, “I have a great collection of jazz records at my house. Would you like to listen and perhaps dance with me?”

I said, “Maybe for a short while. I have to get up early tomorrow and start my long drive.”

My last statement was a lie.

Now that she was closer I could smell pleasant plumeria aroma emanating from her. She looked gorgeous and looked much younger than her real age of maybe 46.

She asked, “Are you parked outside?”

I replied, “No, I walked to Whiskey Two since it is close to where I am saying.”

She said, “Let me use the powder room. After that we can leave. I live in a ranch house a mile outside the village.”

She came back in five minutes after applying a fresh coat of powder, crimson colored lipstick and lip gloss. Her face shone radiantly in the dimly lit environs of the bar.

She said, “I am ready. Shall we leave?”

I followed her and got into her BMW. We drove on Highway 333 and reached her house in no time. She invited me in asking,

“Want me to fix you a cocktail? I can fix a killer margarita.”

I said, “OK, but don’t make it too strong, please.”

She said, “Sit down on the couch and relax. I will be out in a minute with your drink.”

It took more than a minute but when she arrived she looked even more radiant wearing a low cut black dress that hugged her contours really well. She had on a flimsy black bra and panties underneath and was holding two glasses of margarita.

She offered me one and sat down.

I sipped the drink slowly while she put on a vinyl LP of Chic Corea, the great piano master.

She asked, “Would you like to dance?”

I got up and we did a relatively fast dance keeping up with Corea’s fast tempo, “Now he sings, now he sobs.”

Then it was followed by a slower tempo song. Pam held me close and we slow danced. She was hugging me tighter and tighter as the song progressed resting her face on my shoulder and sighing gently. Then her left hand took my right hand and placed it on her buttocks giving me permission to explore that area. I accepted the invitation and caressed her derriere through her thin dress and panties. Of course the bulk of her butt was outside her short panties. I could feel the smoothness of her plump rounded buttocks. I continued stroking her rear end. She seemed to enjoy it and be content with it.

The first side of the LP ended and there was silence in the room. She continued to hold me and move me around slowly in circles around the living room. Using a slight action of her right hand, she quickly slipped out of her dress which fell to the floor revealing her black lacy bra and matching panties. Now that practically her entire body was in the open, I smelled sweet perfumes emanating from her soft, milky body, a mixture of plumeria, rose, jasmine and who knows what else. Perhaps she was using different scents or lotions on different parts of her body?

I was quickly turned on by the pleasant aroma and so I couldn’t withstand from hugging her close and feeling her warmth. Meanwhile, heat was starting to flow down my loin and my member started responding. She led me to the couch stripping her bra and panties off using graceful motions. Her 34B size breasts sprang Free. They were much smaller than Liz’s but their conical shapes made them look sophisticated. They were not saggy but wanted to make their presence known by boldly jutting out of her chest. The nipples were pink and jutted about a half inch from smooth crimson colored circles at their bases. The breasts were flawless with no moles or any other defects. I leaned closer and got a whiff of rose scent from her breasts. I could not withstand any more and started suckling on her nipples which began to respond by becoming tauter.

While I continued tasting her nipples, she led me to the couch. She laid down and I sat on the couch beside her. Then I focused on her pretty face, kissing it lovingly at first and then moving my face and nose to her hair. Her long, brown hair smelled of strawberry perhaps from the shampoo and/or conditioner she recently used. I gently lifted her hair and let it fall on my face. I continued sniffing her scalp and drinking in the aroma. I kissed her scalp and she started moaning. I then moved my mouth over to her ears one at a time and nibbled on her lobes. She moaned some more. I let my tongue caress the back of her ear lobes which exuded a vanilla fragrance. I licked the back of her ear as my penis became more and more erect. I nibbled on her ear lobes and then moved over to her cheeks which I kissed passionately. I also kissed her in her lips and then started some serious French kissing, each tongue exploring the other’s deeply.

I placed my mouth around the tip of her nose and then moved it up to reach her forehead, which I kissed softly. Her eyes were closed. I kissed each of her closed eyelids which were covered with a mauve colored eye shadow. Her mascara coated long eyelashes were gorgeous looking. I then moved my face to her neck and started biting little nibbles of her skin. Her moans were getting more frequent and louder. I then lifted each of her arms to admire her smooth armpits which were giving out jasmine aroma. I buried my face in her armpit and started licking each of them giving me new highs. She started moaning loudly. I rubbed my face down each of her sides moving south from the armpits. Now, I kissed her navel which had a citrusy aroma. I stuck my tongue in and licked the inside of her navel for a few seconds and then moved further south. Her pubic mound was well shaped and her pubic hair well-manicured. Her dark bush was shapely and exuded of a coconut cream aroma. I rubbed my nose against her bush and she moaned even louder as I passionately kissed her clit. At this point since I wanted to save the best for last, I migrated down further south, kissing the insides of her thighs and then her feet. I took each of her toes in my mouth and sucked on them. The feet smelled of sandalwood. The nails were clean and painted with the crimson color matching her lipstick. The toes smelled of raspberry. She giggled as though the action was tickling her.