I always enjoyed stories by pigwiz, and her famous (to a few of us) unfinished fic Red Picket Fence. I messaged pigwiz in May of 2020. I didn't receive a reply until January of 2021. My question was if she was going to finish the fic. She said no, she wasn't. We communicated sporadically throughout the Winter about the story until I worked up enough nerve to ask if she minded if I finished it. To my surprise, she said she didn't mind at all, and sent copies of her notes and a flowchart of the fic. The ending she had planned was pretty much a surprise to me. I asked if she minded if I changed the ending if I finished the story. I thought I'd lost her there. She didn't reply for about a month, but in her next reply she agreed to whatever I wanted to do with the story. So, based on her notes and flowchart, with changes where I felt them necessary, I'm going to try to wrap this up. I thought about it on and off for a bit, then decided to do it. To make sense of the story, I'm reposting her original chapters with no changes. My take on her fic start at chapter 18. Beth (pigwiz) hasn't replied to my messages since May of '21, so whatever I come up with, hopefully, will have her blessing. So, without further explanations, enjoy the great unfinished pigwiz fic of 'A Red Picket Fence' and my humble attempts to finish it.

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A Red Picket Fence

He dropped his phone in the cup holder and smiled wryly as he thought that this just might work. Turning left onto

45th Street, he knew he would get to the motel before she did, and that was good.

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Chapter 13

Carly

He pulled into the corner parking lot of the Park Plaza Motel and parked in his designated stall. For a moment, he

considered parking on the street - letting Carly have the parking stall directly in front of the door. No, he wasn't that

thoughtful any longer. Besides, Carly was the type of person that would park in your spot and never have second

thoughts about you having to fend for yourself.

He grabbed his duffle bag full of clothes from the rental cars back seat. Rummaging around in it, he pulled out the

motel room key card and a bottle of B12 vitamins as he walked up to the door. The room was nice enough... Shiny

motel furniture, glossy white - white walls, ugly stain - hiding brown carpet and multi hued - nondescript bed spread.

Another old television with a picture tube. Where the hell are these places finding these electronic relics? Orange-ish

mini couch with a tiny table hiding off to the side. The couch isn't big enough to really use, but could be a place to

start... Or not.

Even though the bright yellow curtains (that didn't match anything) were open, the room was awash in dusky

shadows. He flipped on a table lamp next to the TV - incidentally discovering a microwave living on top of a minifridge

that was residing in a previously dark corner - and closed the curtains. Not bright, just right... He popped the

vitamin bottle top open, up-ended the bottle and poured a half mouth full of the melt - under - your - tongue tablets

into his mouth.

The logistics of the couch was wrong. Hell, all the logistics for this small room were wrong, but he'd have to make do.

He dropped his duffle bag onto the middle of the couch, effectively removing it as a player in this tragic farce d'amor.

He kicked off his shoes and tossed them into the far corner.

There was a light knocking on his door. She stood at the threshold looking exactly as she had ten minutes ago. Eyes

slightly widened, her expression slightly confused and maybe a bit conflicted. Her large brown purse still swinging off

her crooked left arm. She cocked her left hip out, attempting to look a bit confrontational and began to speak, but

became flustered as her once swinging purse collided with her out-thrust hip. She glanced down at it, obviously even

more confused now, and surprised. Fred took her right hand and somewhat forcefully pulled her into the room, and

closed the door.

Now she was looking up at him, her expression more surprised than any other emotion, and started to speak again.

He cupped her face with both hands, and quickly, avidly kissed her. She wasn't returning the kiss... He pulled back

slightly and noticed her eyes were wide open and her jaw slack with shock.

Perfect...

He leaned in again, this time thrusting his tongue into her open mouth and began caressing the roof of her mouth - he

knew she liked that. He moved his hands from her face and slid them down her arms. Carly's arms went limp, and her

purse fell to the floor with a vinyl thump.

He had her attention.

She began returning the kiss with fervor. Their tongues battling, darting, touching... He moved his hands to her hips

and began kneading them. Her arms came alive and shot around his neck, her hands pulling his head closer. Their

lips moving as one while their tongues continued the dance.

He had her.

He'd never liked the very full cut, very over sized, muted - mint green uniforms she wore. She had a nice body, petite

- very much so, but nice The uniform hid every curve. Yep, he'd never liked them...

Until now.

As he slid his hands up and under her smock in order to find her hips in the 'sea of green' mass of fabric, he noticed

something he hadn't been aware of before. The uniform pants had an elastic top. A loose elastic strip held 'em up. His

right hand explored the run of elastic and found the other expected impediment to falling pants... A bow tie at the

front.

He was positive... He now adored these uniforms.

Now it was time to make use of her distraction. This kiss was still going very well... Fiery in fact. Now it was time to

take it up to inferno. He did his best, using his tongue and lips, and getting rewarded with a growling hum from her as

she accommodated and participated by matching his actions. With one hand still kneading her hip, he deftly tugged

the bow until it unraveled with his other hand. She either didn't notice, or didn't care as he palmed her tummy and

slowly moved his hand down - past the loose elastic of the uniform pants, then lower to the stiffer band at the top of

her panties. Nudging his fingers past this, he went for paradise by nearly ignoring the perfectly trimmed landing strip

as he progressed downward - not stopping until his middle finger was sliding along her other lips - which elicited a

kiss muffled moan from her, and an even deeper involvement in the kiss as she moved her hands to his shoulders in

an attempt to pull him even closer.

Fred had made a couple of major discoveries about Carly sometime back... She had an electric clit - that's what he

called it anyway. The girl was like a light switch. No gentle circle patterns here... Nope. Two fingers and a bit of

intermittent pressure directly on her clits nub was all she needed. His fingers deftly moved her folds aside, found her

switch and flicked it on.

It made him think of shampoo instructions.

Lather, rinse, repeat turned into pressure, release, repeat.

She broke the kiss - he opened his eyes. Her head lolled back as she loudly sighed. He'd put her into her 'cum - a -

tron' place - which was a nice place to visit, but wasn't at all home. Shifting his left hand off her hip, up her loose

smock and onto her bra caused her eyes and mouth to pop open. Flipping the padded right cup up, and cupping her

right breast caused her body to shudder and the panting for breath to begin.

He'd shifted her into 'orgasamatic' and it was nearing time to go full speed.

He grabbed her bra while continuing to flick her nipple with his thumb, and applying the on - again, off - again

pressure to her clit. He heard the keening begin as she unraveled.

He was basically holding her up by her bra and clit.

Her orgasm was epic. She sucked in a gulp of air and howled as she went limp. Not wasting a moment, he moved her

the few steps to the side of the bed, turned her around, bent her over and put her face down on the bed. Her feet on

the floor, he grabbed her uniform pants and stripped them down.

He stopped, unbuttoned his pants, pushed them and his boxers down and kicked them off - all while looking at Carly's

'Angry Beavers' panties.

He shook his head and slightly smirked as he pushed the cartoon panties down to join her pants around her ankles.

He had to get things going. She was starting to come out of her postcoital afterglow, and he didn't want her back in

the present just yet... Her pussy looked far too inviting. He was very ready, He lined up his dick and unceremoniously

shoved himself into her.

That got her full attention - she huff - grunted quite loudly.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto him each time he thrust forward. Carly screamed her pleasure as he

rammed into her. It didn't last long... In less than a minute they were both grunting and gasping. Fred came first. He

pushed into her even further as he pulled her hips back and held his position. Carly shuddered and rolled her hips,

effectively pumping him like a jizz well.

They both collapsed on the bed, panting. Fred lay on his back. Carly sat up, kicked off her shoes, pants and panties,

then lay back down facing Fred, staring at him in confused wonder as she caught her breath.

"What the hell was that? No word from you in nearly a year - you send a text, get me over here, tongue fuck my

mouth, stick your finger up my kootch, then do the Bangkok bludgeon on me like a battering ram? What the fuck,

Freddie?" Carly huffed, still a bit out of breath.

Fred rolled onto his side to face her. He'd rehearsed his upcoming, or, as he had labeled it, his post cumming speech

a few times. His spiel didn't have to be perfect, but he did have to have it sound somewhat impromptu, and very

sincere. He scooted himself closer to her, put his hand on her hip and leaned in further to kiss her.

Carly pulled back slightly, moving just out of lip range.

"Freddie, what is going on?" She asked.

Cue PC 101 speech, make it sincere, he thought:

"I love you, Carly. You're the one I want - more like need, really. It's always been you. [gently squeeze her hip for

emphasis] When the four of us got back together [remove hand from hip] I quickly found just how much I needed you

as I fell deeper and deeper in love with you... [place hand directly above the side of her knee, gently slide hand up her

thigh, stopping at hip, slightly knead hip during next few sentences] You were on my mind constantly, not Mel and

Sam, you, [place hand on her ass and begin pulling her closer - massage ass] only you. That's why I even considered

leaving at first. I was scared you didn't feel the same... [remove hand from ass] Then my Aunt's family called. I had to

step up and help out since my Aunt was in poor health. [replace hand on ass continuing gentle massage] I nearly

asked you to go with me - alone. Just you. You're the only woman I want. I love you..."

During his speech, he had kept a close watch on Carly's facial expressions. Normally Carly's moods could be read

like a book. Unfortunately, she looked a bit stoic, but with a side of doe eyes. He began to lean in for this all important

kiss. This kiss would tell him if his line of bull shit, coupled with the programmed (for her) hand contact - the proper

contact to persuade Carly - had worked.

"Really...?" She squeaked just before their lips met.

He had her.

"Really..." he softly growled as he began the nearly chaste, but heated kiss.

The kiss ended, they stared into each others eyes for a moment as Fred continued her ass massage. Abruptly, Carly

sat up saying; "Alright then..." and pushed Fred onto his back. She straddled his thighs, grabbed his cock and began

stroking him. He was slightly surprised, and very amused as she worked him. She looked so determined... In a few

minutes she mumbled "...that should work..." as he had become stiff enough to be usable. Without another word, she

crawled a bit higher up on him, and slipped him into herself. She began riding him as she slipped her toothpaste

colored smock over her head and tossed it on the floor, soon followed by her bra.

She rode him like Fred was a mechanical bull and she was Queen of the Rodeo Whores... Until he grabbed her hips,

flipped them over and began pounding into her as if he was a steam powered pile driver. After some time, they both

lay on the floor attempting to catch their breath, tangled in sweat drenched sheets, miscellaneous bedding - and each

other.

They sat up, untangled themselves from each other, and the bedding. He reached over and pulled her into him, her

back to his chest. Cupped her breasts with both hands, he began idly flicking her nipples.

"Listen Mr. Danger Dick... You had better stop that right now unless you're ready for another go... Actually, I don't

think either of us could right now." She said as she took his hands and held them in her lap.

Fred smiled, and nodded. He noticed her panties had somehow gotten tangled up around his left foot. He reached

over, untangled them and held the cartoon character covered underwear up in front of her.

"So, did I tame the 'Angry Beaver'?" He asked grinning.

She giggled, shrugged, and grabbed her panties.

They showered together, but nothing more than kisses and caresses took place. Each were spent like an overused

checking account - well into overdraft. As they dressed, Fred explained that he was only in town for today, and that he

would be heading back to his Aunt's later that evening. He vehemently made it clear to her that he did not want the

twins to know he was in town.

"Don't tell the other two bitches. I don't want to have to deal with them at all. I'll be back in a couple days. Can we

meet up here again?" Freddie asked.

"Definitely! How will you let me know?" Carly asked, hugging him.

"I'll text you as soon as I'm in town, and again when I finish the days business and am actually in the motel room. In

another couple weeks, we'll disappear. Just the two of us. We can go anywhere you want, okay?" Freddie murmured

into her ear.

"I love San Francisco..." Carly said, kissing him.

"I've never been, but if you're there I know I'll love it too..." Fred replied while nuzzling her neck.

"Shit! Look at the time! I've got to get back to the house before Mel and Sam get suspicious..." She said looking at her

phone. She dropped it back into her purse, raised her head to kiss him once more, and was out the door.

Standing just over the threshold, she turned, smiled and said "I love you, Freddie. You better call me in a couple

days."

Fred nodded as he said "I will. Love you too."

She closed the door. In a moment he heard her car start, and pull out of the parking lot.

He collapsed on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, too tired to move.

"Wow... That worked." He quietly said to the empty room.

Checking his phone, he noticed it was a quarter after six. He set the alarm for 8:30 PM. He'd be able to get a couple

hours sleep before he needed to move to the next motel, and get ready for the next ex...

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