In A Perfect World

It took incredible strength to hide the catch in her breath that the sight of him caused. She knew that this would be the ultimate test of her little charade, if she showed any emotion towards him, let on that she knew any more about him than a casual conversation would suggest, she was dead in the water. She remembered the last time they spoke, it was of their little tryst, and he told her that practically everyone knew something had gone on between them, but he was still denying it all. As long as neither one of them confirmed any suspicions, he had said, it was all just assumptions with no grounds in fact.

She tried her best to play dumbfounded "Well well, this face doesn't match up with any of Kerry's descriptions." Arms folded low, at her waist, rubbing one finger on her chin, Kerry circled the dark haired man with brows furrowed, trying to look like she was thinking hard. Which she was, how to explain if she correctly "guessed" who this man was? Then it came to her


"My sister always had a saying, 'just because I'm on a diet doesn't mean I can't look at the menu' and Kerry always liked to check out the menu," she circled the man again pausing to gaze at his magnificent ass, “You must be Grant!!"

A chorus of hoots, cat calls and whistles went up from the crowd on the porch, when Grant realized that his body had given him away, his face flushed red, and David slapped him on the back saying "You must have been the main course in one helluva conversation between these two!!" as he motioned towards Kerry.

Kerry let a slight smile escape her lips, she could tell by the way that Grant looked at her that he had no idea who she was, or what had just happened.

"I want you to meet Kerry's sister, Cassie" David finally announced after everyone had their laugh. "Kerry went to a funeral, Cassie is going to stay here and give us a hand up at the RV Park. We just have to give her a crash course on how to run the place."

Grant extended his hand to Kerry, "Nice to meet you, I don't remember Kerry ever mentioning a sister."


Kerry shook his hand with proper manners, "I usually don't tell many of my friends of her either, they always want to talk about all that sibling rivalry crap, and once they find out your twins, they always start on that 'telepathy' shit." Kerry was growing to like this little act, conversation was coming easier, and with her new identity she could be anyone she wanted.

At the mention of twins, David piped up, "So, I was right, you two are twins." A mumble from one of the other guys suggested that they might be twins, but the resemblance ended at their faces.

Kerry asked what was meant by the remark.

It was Stevie-boy that answered, with a slightly ashamed tone that said he obviously wished he had not been heard. "I just meant that while Kerry is a really nice girl, cool to be around and all, I mean she can cuss with the best of us and plays a mean game of quarters, but she's just not the sort of girl you'd dream about; ya know. She just doesn't "do it" for ya, if you catch my drift."

Instantly, Kerry knew that Steve was referring to her weight. How was he to know that Kerry stood right there in front of them? The last time they had all seen her was over a year ago, she had not yet decided to get into shape, and they were all remembering the two hundred-pound Kerry. Now they all sat there looking at "Cassie", Kerry's slim, svelte sister with lust in their eyes, it was almost time to drop the other shoe.

"Well, if I'm going to work the park for y'all, I guess I'd better get started on that crash course," Kerry announced this intention while carefully watching all the guys to see who would jump first to volunteer to be her teacher. This new sense of power was a wonderful thing she quickly decided. She had all the men by their hormones and there wasn't a thing they could do about it.

To her utter amazement it was Grant who moved first, "I'll give you a hand, these jokers are too wiped out from travel and booze to be able to find their way out of a paper bag." And before any voice of protest could be raised, Grant had Kerry by the arm and was pushing the screen door open.

"Won't your wife mind? I mean, shouldn't you hang around here and give her a hand?" Kerry asked as innocently as she could manage.

Grant stopped, and looking Kerry straight in the eyes said, "No, I'm not married so that won't be a problem." Kerry knew there was another half to that sentence and she waited for it with bated breath. "What about your husband, is he also staying here with you?"

Now it was time to drop the other shoe, "Why no, I'm not married either." There was an almost audible groan that went up from the porch as the rest of the men realized that Grant had just bested them.


Riding up to the RV Park in the golf cart, Kerry let her thoughts linger back to last year. Grant had been more than willing to submit to her advances while they sat and watched the movie. However, it only lasted that one night. It was soon very plain that another encounter was not going to happen. Grant would be returning North at the end of the show, they might work together again at some later time. But long distance relationships are complicated enough without adding to it a workplace connection. It was a one-time thing, they had let their hormones take control, and it wasn't right. It would just be better if they both could forget it ever happened.

That was easy for him to say. Grant treated Kerry like she wasn't even there for the entire rest of the weekend. He had said they could still be friends, but he would walk out of a room if she walked in. That hardly seemed friendly.

"Now" she thought, "it's payback time." After all this time she had decided that their encounter had been only good for him. Her hormones may have started it, but they got no satisfaction. But as she glanced over to look at Grant, the fire ebbed from her eyes, as she remembered how gentle and tender he had been on that night. She remembered how she had enjoyed bringing him pleasure; with roommates due home at any moment what was easiest but for her to pleasure him with her mouth. She recalled his strong hands cradling her head as she took him deeply into her throat. His moans urged her on, but he held her still as he set the rhythm with his thrusting hips. He wasn't too long and it was easy to take him fully into her mouth and throat, he didn't push her head down, trying to push farther than she could stand. Even when he exploded into orgasm, he didn't force himself down her throat.

Kerry noticed that they had arrived at the house. Her heart was beating as if she had just completed her morning jog, her breath was coming in hard bursts, and her hands were sweaty. She only briefly wondered how long Grant had sat there and watched her relive their torrid night of passion.

She composed herself quickly and asked, "So, where do you want to start? Should I let you know what Kerry has already shown me, or do you want to take it from the top?"

"I think I'd better have a good look around the place first," he answered, "then we'll have a look at the books, see about any reservations we might already have, then take it from there."

"O.K." Kerry said, voice smiling "let's go on the grand tour!"

She and Grant drove around the entire fifty-acre park. Kerry brought to his attention the campers that had already checked in. She pointed out those who she knew would be staying through the show. The day was warm, but not muggy, as the sun rose high Kerry brought her braid up into a knot on the top of her head to get it off her neck. Grant still wore his B.U.M. sweatshirt and pants, and his face was obviously flushed.

"How about my showing you the best thing about living up here at the park?" Kerry asked.

"Sure, and what might that be?" Grant said.

Kerry shot him a look of mock disbelief, "People come here to vacation and relax, get away from the daily dol drums, and you have to ask what's the best thing?!? I don't believe you Yankees! Why it's the pool of course!!"

Grant dropped his head, as if all the energy just drained from his body, and let it hit the steering wheel of the golf cart with an audible thud. "You mean to tell me, that after driving around all morning under this sun, watching me sweat my brains out in this jogging suit, NOW you're telling me that this place has a pool?!?!" the tone in his voice was true astonishment.

Kerry answered with a standard southern comeback "I thought you Yankees came down here for the sun and the fun. I figured you had enough sense to have something on under those sweats."

Grant raised his head and looked at Kerry, "O.K., I deserve that. How about this; I'll pop back down to the house and grab a pair of trunks, drop you off at your place so you can change and grab the books, then we'll meet back at your front door and head out to the pool, Deal?"

Kerry smiled brightly at him, "Deal!"