Reconnecting then Connecting (M/F) | 2016

 Greetings lascivious and smutty denizens of /r/gonewildstories. The following story occoured approximately 1-2 weeks ago but was inspired by the offhand remark of a friend who after hearing a version of said story suggested that I could possibly write a book about my sexual encounters and exploits in a fashion. Granted he was probably joking but it got me thinking… why not? Thus I arrive here to share this particular tale with all of you. Obviously certain conventions have been taken to protect anonymity including swapping out names. With that out of the way…

 Springtime blew the usual realities into the city when it struck; middling humid barely days juxtaposed with snaps back to winter conditions, hordes of people sporting noise-canceling headphones and obnoxiously bright running shoes clogging both directions of municipal trails, and of course boundless optimism that perhaps this year certain sports teams will be competitive.
Spring however does bring in revitalization in many ways and this year it came in the form of Darcy. She was an old friend from high school that I’d had a crush on but never did anything about because how many of us do if we’re honest? We’d initially met at a local greek restaurant while I was getting lunch for the firm I work at but ended up catching up in depth after work in one of the booths at a cozy bar located downtown. There was very little nostalgia beyond where are they now type scenarios before the bulk of our catching up turned to personal history, something which was a necessity since we’re both in our early 30’s and hadn’t seen each other since sophomore year of high school.
Darcy told me of her education at a prominent private university on the east coast studying public relations which included a semester abroad in Europe, the annoyances of living the nation’s capitol city for us midwesterners and most poignantly her marriage which ended up segueing into a contentious divorce. She’d taken a couple of years to rebuild her life before moving back to the city about 18 months prior and taking up a position at a local university. My own journey took a slightly different route; for two years I wasn’t a decent student and it bit me in the ass, therefore it was either enlist in the military or find a factory job while I figured out what to do with my life. I chose the former option and two years after boot camp I’d started taking courses both online and at local junior colleges. An offhand architecture class taken as an elective turned out to be immensely compelling and had set me down the path to my current associate status with a local firm back in the city we’d grown up in and around. We ended up staying at the bar for hours catching up and becoming re-familiar with each other and rapidly became mutually comfortable around each other. Over the course of two weeks we met multiple times. Most were either for lunch or dinner/drinks during the week but our respective friends were introduced to both of us in some capacity and both of us impressed and integrated rather readily.

 Yet throughout those two weeks there was an undercurrent of flirtation. Nothing blatant or subversive in a traditional sense but it was there; the emphasis on certain topics or key words when talking, faint caresses after hugs and playful punches to the arm, and of course lingering eye contact for slightly longer than friends typically allow for. On their own they would have been anomalous; however Darcy didn’t do it just once. I returned the subtext and the faint caresses and the eye contact in full but was unwilling to push further lest vestiges of her ugly divorce remained and I would have been taking advantage of vulnerability.

 One particular evening I was set to go to a local entertainment venue in my neighborhood with friends and was working to bring people into the fold. Darcy was one of the first people I’d reached out to and she responded enthusiastically, stating that she was initially on the hook for a girls night but had only been to this particular venue once before and was eager to go again. Moreover some of those who were going had met Darcy during a weekly “board games n’ beer” night which was held at a friends house and were simultaneously charmed by her demeanor and impressed by her swift mastery of BANG!
Since I live in the neighborhood of the venue I suggested Darcy come to my apartment and freshen up a bit if she needed or even take my bed in case the drinks flowed a bit freely and navigating the rapid transit and busses became a bit more complex as a result.
Again Darcy readily agreed and when the appointed time rolled around she greeted me with her delightful wide smile and a hug that, once again, ended with a feathering caress.  Darcy’s about 5’9’’ without heels has long fawn-colored naturally wavy hair which comes down to just below her shoulder if it’s not in an updo of some sort. Her facial features are most definitely feminine but not delicate which compliment her hazel eyes that predominately skew towards deep green. A lifelong volleyball player Darcy’s legs and arms display the toning from said sport along with running pilates and full body strength training, all of which in my estimation compliments her naturally voluptuous figure. Every other time I’d seen her Darcy’s manner of dress had been fashionable but skewed towards demure or practical depending on the context. That evening however she’d opted for a plum-colored dress which stopped at mid-thigh and had a neckline which plunged far enough to display just the tiniest hint of cleavage. With this she paired a pair of black tights and butterscotch brown boots and an open denim jacket. Suffice it to say I was stunned into silence before gushing for a moment.
 As for myself I’m 6 feet tall on the nose and possess deep brown hair cut at about medium length along with a full yet manicured beard. A combination of outdoor athletics (primarily mountain biking, open water swimming, cross country skiing among others), high-rep bodyweight and functional strength exercises, martial arts, yoga, and if I’ve no other choice running and a gym for… well lifting. If a poll were to be taken regarding my best physical features I’m reasonably confident the top responses would consist of my steel blue eyes, broad shoulders, large strong yet dexterous hands, and possibly a write in for my rear from a small but vocal contingent.
That evening I’d opted for a mint/surf green linen shirt(according to my stylist friend that’s my “signature” color), indigo blue jeans and a pair of white sneakers with black stripes which a certain rap group had made famous in the 1980’s. It’s taken a bit of work from multiple parties but I’ve learned to pick clothes that fit my frame, and if Darcy’s slow wandering appraisal followed by a remark about the color of my shirt looking good on me something was working.

 This particular venue was designed with adults looking for a bit of carefree silly fun in mind and to that end a laser tag range, multiple bowling alleys and their signature game which combines bumper cars lacrosse and basketball were on hand (it’s twice as much fun as you’re imagining it). Add to that a selection of simple yet well done bar food and a drinks menu which highlighted multiple local breweries and it’s safe to say that not having fun would have taken a concerted effort that evening. Per usual Darcy was her charming self and soon was trading jokes and friendly barbs with everyone else. Unlike other times however the flirtation became slightly less subtle as the evening pressed on. Barely hinted at suggestions became open risque queries, bodies leaned into each other, and at one point Darcy even spoke with my longtime friend and wing-girl Val to the tune of a rather resounding positive report. By the time we’d broken up for the evening Darcy’s arm had wound around mine and the suggestion that she stay the night and share a nightcap vs. attempt to navigate public transit back home seemed to be a formality.

 Once past the threshold of my apartment I managed to get as far as taking her coat off of her shoulders before my hand brushed her arm and sent a jolt of energy straight to my heart. Evidently she’d felt something similar because she pulled her arms free of the jacket before turning around and ensnaring me with a soft gaze. Hands found the sides of my face and gently stroked my beard before Darcy pressed her supple lips against mine. My own hands automatically coiled around her lower back and gently squeezed while my head tilted slightly so my own lips could accommodate hers more readily.
In truth that was the extent I’d thought of pushing things that evening; a relatively chaste and innocent kiss in order to test the waters. However when we broke after a moment and our eyes met once more hot sparks jumped across the gap and ignited the pressure vessels each of us had been stoking in the other. Darcy’s arms wrapped around the back of my neck and her lips parted and pressed against mine once more while my hands found her hips and pulled them against my own.
Our tongues slid against one another and intertwined in their own frenzied dance to the music generated by our respective grunts moans and sighs. Eventually we had to come up for air but at that moment I was beyond second thoughts or any other thoughts besides exploring more of Darcy which prompted the tightening of my arms around her lower back before I picked her up bodily and carried her into my bedroom.
Somewhere in my mind there was a glimmer of faculty left that prompted me to set her down after passing the doorway and reach out with one hand to fumble with the dimmer switch on the wall. My sudden lack of coordination was not helped by Darcy’s lips finding mine again for a moment before they found my neck just below an ear and started to suck gently while her hands started slipping the buttons of my shirt back through their holes. The most I could manage for a moment was simply grunt in surprise and pleasure while pressing her body into mine with my other hand via the small of her back, giving her positive feedback in the form of a rapidly swelling and stiffening bulge in my jeans since my mouth refused to form simple words.
After jamming the toggle all the way down for the second time I managed to find an appropriately soft level of illumination which freed my hands to find their way underneath the hem of Darcy’s dress, finding warm luscious skin for my fingertips to press and knead in the small of her back. She sighed at this new sensation for a moment but suddenly ceased the concerted focus of her lips’ tracing the pulse of my jugular to look into my eyes with a bit of uncertainty. “Are you sure Mr_Lewd_Punny_Name? God your hands feel good there but I… I have a few stretch marks and a little belly and…”
Before she could travel any further down that path I kissed her deeply and pulled her body against mine once more, and when it ended it was my turn to give her one word and a look which said more.
“Please…”
With the uncertainty being washed over in waves by desire once more Darcy slowly lifted her arms above her head which was followed by her dress pulled along by my hands.
Tossing it to the side I stepped back half a pace to drink in what I’d just revealed. Technically Darcy was indeed right; there were two miniscule stretch marks near her hips and her stomach wasn’t as flat as a glamour model’s. And I didn’t care, because the way her hair fell across the ample swell of her breasts which in turn were barely contained by a simple strapless cotton bra on their own were enough to bid the hungry grunt which escaped my throat. The firmness of her toned muscles in her arms moving beneath that luscious skin and the delicate curves at her sides and where her neck met her shoulders made my next words inevitable, “God you’re incredible.”

 Just like that vestiges of hesitation and doubt seemed to wash away within Darcy. As I pulled her back in via her hips our lips met again and our tongues resumed their dance, this time to more fervent music. However I thought it was time for Darcy to have a solo and therefore slipped a hand into her hair and gently pulled at one side. Once her head had turned just that modicum my mouth zeroed in on her earlobe with an assertive suck before my teeth and tongue joined in with gentle nibbles facilitated by the occasional flick. Almost instantly I felt her melt in my arms while a soft lilting moan drifted from her lips to curl around my ears and moments later her hips started pressing against mine in order to mingle the heat radiating between them against the bulge in front of mine. As I released one ear to give the other one equal attention Darcy’s hands came up and frantically plucked at the remainder of the buttons on my shirt and once it was fully unbuttoned she firmly grasped both halves of the front before backing towards my bed.

 Rather than simply pull me down with her right away she pulled her ear away from my mouth and held her gaze on me for a moment, saying nothing but breathing raggedly before yanking the shirt halfway down my back and nibbling along one of my collarbones. Now it was my turn to perform a solo aria of grunts and moans which only became more desperate as Darcy kissed nibbled and sucked her way down my chest before sitting on the edge of my bed and tracing a path around my navel with a barrage of kisses licks nibbles and sucks. In the midst of the flurry not only did she slip her hands along my sides but playfully admonished me in between the rounds. “I don’t know if”… she said before her tongue swirled and generated a small grunt. “… you’re terrible for teasing me tonight…” lips formed a vacuum and turned a retort into a gasp “… or amazing for…” her tongue curled downward below my belly button before retracting and sending a jolt up my spine “…kissing me like that.” As much as I was enjoying the sensation of being pseudo-restrained by my shirt while outrageously teased and watching Darcy work herself into it I felt a pressing need to emphatically punctuate my earlier assessment. With great effort I dropped my hands and removed my shirt entirely before cupping Darcy’s face and kissing her deeply whilst guiding her further into my bed. After that it was a matter of slipping my hands to Darcy’s back and unhooking her bra. Once freed I was fixated on Darcy’s ample breasts capped with pert dark nipples, the tips practically crying out to be flicked and pinched in their pertness. Slowly I lowered my face between her peaks while holding her gaze and planted a soft wet kiss in the valley between while my hands drew themselves along her sides, first down towards her hips then slowly upwards. More kisses were planted between her breasts while my fingertips gently feathered along the contours of her breasts but pointedly avoiding her nipples.
I wish I could state that I continued this sort of approach until Darcy was quivering and whimpering with need but alas my own drove me to swiftly kiss up the slope of one of her breasts and broadly lick its nipple while the opposite was grazed lightly by the fingertips of one of my hands. Fortunately my own barrage seemed to have been well received since Darcy arched her back slightly and whimpered loudly between ragged breaths. Feeding of that response I met her gaze while I rolled my tongue out before fluttering it against the tip repeatedly, the other having the rim of its areola circled with my thumb in rhythm with my tongue’s movements. The new sensations caused Darcy to loll her head back for a moment and press her hips into my lower abdomen with a soft hiss. The moment she met my gaze my mouth opened widely to suck her nipple into my mouth where I gently nibbled it whilst applying pressure, the hand at her other breast getting in on the act and kneaded the glorious mound of flesh between the palm and fingers before sliding the index and thumb up to gently pinch the corresponding nipple. That transformed Darcy’s whimpering and panting into a moan and elicited a much more concerted arch which in turn prompted me to moan appreciatively against her skin and suddenly shift my mouth to her other nipple in order to give it the same treatment. This prompted not only continued arching and moans but another lolling of her head which was longer and seemingly harder to recover from.

As delightful as Darcy’s breasts were I was hungry for more and after giving their undersides feathery kisses I lightly nibbled and licked my way down to just below her navel before rising to my knees and hooking my fingertips underneath the waist of both her leggings and panties. This time there was no hesitation or questioning as Darcy pointed her legs at the ceiling and lifted her hips. With more of a yank than a flourish I removed both simultaneously before dropping them and taking yet another moment to take in and appreciate Darcy in her naked beauty. My eyes followed the sweep of her legs as they settled back on to the bed, their toned magnificence drawing my eyes further up to the round swell of her ass which made its presence known even on her back. All roads lead to her sex and its bare presence made my mouth water all the more. Her inner lips slightly peeked over their outer counterparts and that little wondrous button full of nerve endings sat proudly at the apex beckoning as enthusiastically as her nipples had earlier and all was highlighted by a thin strip of hair.
“Incredible.” I repeated to Darcy before leaning in and enthusiastically nibbling at one of her inner thighs and snaking my hands underneath her legs to hold her hips. As Darcy cooed and whimpered once more her hips shifted slightly as my mouth traveled upward, paying special attention to the crease where hip met thigh with the tip of my tongue in a bid to distract her while I slid my hand around to join my mouth. Once in position I slid my hand along her lips before pressing the index and middle fingers between both sets of lips and pressing inward gently towards her clit and stroking slowly. I’d looked up at that moment to gauge her reaction but for a moment all I could see was the whites of her eyes as they rolled back with an exclamation of “Oh fuck.” before degenerating into much shriller and urgent whimpers.
With such an encouraging response I pressed further and slightly telegraphed my next movement in a low slightly growling tone.
“Mmm you feel good in my hand like this Darcy,”…
before lowering my head and giving her clitoris a long broad lick that ended with the tip of my tongue giving the little button a flick, eliciting long moan and quivering pants as a result.
“… and you taste fucking delicious.”
Cliché I know but at that point any notion of suaveness went out the window. True I did want to taste Darcy and feel her writhe underneath my tongue, but more than that I wanted her to feel desired and craved in that moment, to have her sexual energy worshiped and drawn out like precious nectar from the soft petals of a flower.
To that end I kept the pressure against her clit steady but stopped the motion of my fingers so I could take it into my mouth and start sucking while my other hand slid from her hip to her breasts and squeezed one earnestly. Darcy had started to reply in kind but the sudden onslaught of stimulation squeezed off any coherent sentences with a litany of moaning and whimpering, her hips shifting underneath my mouth in response to the pressure exerted by my mouth and the occasional languid stroke of my tongue. As I varied the pressure against her clit, motion of my tongue and action of my fingers against her breasts and nipples I kept my eyes on Darcy’s to gauge the effect of my movements.
Before long I’d discovered which motions elicited the best response and began applying them with steadily more pressure and force, all the while grunting and moaning in appreciation of her taste and scent and movements. At some point Darcy given up on propping herself up on her forearms to watch my movements and simply lay back in the bed and resorted to running her fingers through my hair while moaning and whimpering with more force.
From the movement in her hips and the clenching of muscles in her lower body I could tell she was close and made a final bid to push her careening over the edge into bliss. I took the hand which had been bracketing her clitoris from the outset away, inverted it and slid the middle and ring finger between her lips and inside of her to the knuckles. From there it was just a matter of pressing up with my fingertips and drawing back until I’d found her gspot. Now I added the pressure of my fingertips rubbing back and forth against Darcy’s gspot to the alternate sucking and licking motions applied to her clitoris and firm yet gentle rolling pressure against her nipples. Almost instantly the fingers stroking my hair grabbed a handful each and her moaning reached a strident fevered pitch.
Moments later the walls pressed in against my fingers and her moans were cut off with breathy almost strangled sounds before she practically melted into the bed and panted in sighing tones. Planting one last kiss against her lips I shuffled back up to my knees and gently stroked Darcy’s thighs while looking at what I’d done.

“Well, how was that?” I playfully asked, confident that the taste of Darcy on my beard was one of the fruits of my efforts.
“That was…” She started while absentmindedly caressing up and down her stomach with both hands with a slightly glazed-over expression on her face.
“Trust me, it was mutual. Think you’ll be up for more?”
Darcy answered with a breathy “uh huh” and followed me with her eyes as I got off of the bed in order to walk around to the nightstand. Quickly kicking my shoes underneath I leaned down and gave Darcy a kiss on her forehead just in case she wasn’t into tasting her own nectar while opening the drawer to the nightstand I’d settled by. She responded by kissing my lips once more and sliding her tongue into my mouth, moaning against my lips and momentarily distracting me from finding the package of condoms within.

Even without the distraction of Darcy’s tongue I still couldn’t find the damned things which forced me to actually look into the drawer and dig towards the back in an effort to produce them. Darcy however had other plans and in the midst of fishing for the little box she rolled to her knees before crawling over to my position.
With an assertive yank at my beltloops she pulled me to the edge of the bed before planting her mouth just below my navel and once again curling her tongue out and around against my skin. Now thoroughly distracted I could only grunt sharply and stopped digging in the drawer and instead gathered Darcy’s hair in one of my hands. Hers busied themselves first with my belt then the button and zipper of my jeans. Once they were open she pushed them down past my knees and immediately set upon my boxer briefs, rolling them down and freeing my topaz-hard penis from it’s confinement.
Although I’m slightly bigger and girthier than average (around 6 ¼ to 6 ½ and somewhere around 5 respectively) and have a slight upward bow it’s safe to say I won’t be trying out for any pornographic productions anytime soon. Still it’s not like I ever relied solely on anatomy to deliver pleasure, that’s just plain lazy. Still a bit of maintenance usually doesn’t hurt and I keep things clipped and trimmed in that region. Not shaven since stubble grates and cuts sensitive areas but just short enough to be soft.
Not that it mattered at the moment because once I’d shown Darcy my erection she essentially pounced at it, pushing it into her mouth as far as she could go and wiggling her tongue underneath before pulling back slightly and gazing at me while rolling and fluttering her tongue against the underside of my head. The grunts and shudders from that initial push barely subsided before she took me in again only this time bringing her hand up to stroke along the length of the shaft in front of her mouth courtesy of the generous saliva she’d left earlier.
After taking me as deep as she could she once again pulled pack but kept the head in her mouth. This time I felt her tongue swirl around it firmly while she fervently stroked the length of my shaft simultaneously. Back and forth between the two techniques she altered with frequent eye contact and desperate hungry grunts of her own. She wasn’t interested in drawing it out or teasing me; she wanted to drag me over the cliff into the roiling waves of bliss along with her. What’s more her position essentially put her prominent round rear on display and I swiftly let go of her hair to caress and squeeze those cheeks while she continued her determined attentions upon my nethers. Mercifully I’d recovered some of my faculties before the pressure started to inexorably build between my hips and I pulled back enough to dislodge my throbbing member from Darcy’s mouth.
For a moment she looked up at me with a confused look on her face but moaned softly after I leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“Jesus Darcy, I need to be inside of you. Badly.”
Again terrible cliché but once again it was the truth. Evidently Darcy felt the same need because after a rather delicate kiss she rolled to her back and slowly traced the lines of her labia, sighing and whimpering softly while intently watching me. With such encouragement I managed to find the infernal box and roll one of its thin latex membranes on in no time at all before clambering on top of Darcy (quick aside here; if you can afford it invest in high quality thin condoms. They’re the best.)

For a moment we simply made out, torsos pressed together, tongues intertwined and lips shifting against each other, her hands tracing along my back while mine played with her hair. However before I could follow through on my earlier statement Darcy’s hand drifted between us and grasped the base of my shaft in order to gently but concertedly pull me in.
The moment my head slipped between her folds the heat and press of her walls forced my head down to her ear to growl in sheer pleasure as I slowly but incredibly pushed deeper. Darcy immediately began to whimper softly and clutched at my back with her hands and pressed her heels into my thighs which served to send more jolts of pleasure racing up my spine.
Once I’d plunged into her to the hilt I started by pumping slowly yet deeply, letting Darcy feel and get familiar with the length of my member in her while reveling in the sensation of her texture and heat. Darcy’s hands and feet held fast to their purchases as her whimpering gave way to moaning, insisting that we remain in close contact. I was only too happy to oblige and took to gently biting her shoulder as I steadily increased the pace of my pumping.
I didn’t simply build to plowing away however, oh no. Rather I changed the angle of my hips on occasion and noted when Darcy’s moans became that bit more fervent and she clutched at my back that much more vigorously. By the time I’d reached the fastest pace I could manage while pumping with my entire length the angles which seemed to provoke the best responses from Darcy were lodged in my conscious and in the middle of a deep and lingering kiss I adjusted my hips to one of those angles and doubled the pace and force of my thrusting.

There were no words in the moans and grunts that intermingled between us, none were needed. Darcy said everything she needed to with throaty strident moans in concert with her nails clawing at my back while I replied in kind with more guttural and forceful grunts and my mouth alternating between sucking and nibbling her neck or shoulder after the last jolt of pleasure racing through my body hit.
Despite the attention to Darcy’s pleasure the heat and clench of her own anatomy combined with her earlier oral attentions conspired to rapidly build pressure between my hips and make my grunts more urgent, something made all the more intense the moment Darcy took notice and gave the region where my neck joins my collarbone the same tongue-curling licks that she’d driven me so wild with below my navel. Moreover despite feeling Darcy writhe and press her hips underneath me and hearing her moans blend into each other I didn’t know if she had any specific “tells” which would indicate how close to her own climax she was.
Call it attentiveness or pride but I wasn’t about to deny her another orgasm and so a bit of a change was in order. Darcy started to object after I slowed down and kissed her,
“No please don’t st…”
but fell silent and moaned softly once I guided one of her legs over my shoulder and swiftly followed suit with the other.
“Mmm, I take it you’re a fan?” I said as mischievously as I could. The bright idea of teasing Darcy while asking the question via subtly swiveling my hips left and right had rather pressing side-effects upon my own anatomy, ones which made their way to my face.
Darcy nodded rapidly, her hands idly caressing her breasts.
“Yessss..” She hissed “I come ridiculously fast and hard from it.”
As if to emphasize the point Darcy started moving her hips in subtle counter-motions which forced a soft grunt to emanate from my chest at least twice.
Any more teasing would have been cruel for the both of us at that point so after kissing one of her calves and firmly grasping her thighs I leaned over her slightly before pushing my hips forward.

Darcy wasn’t being hyperbolic when she extolled the virtues of said position upon her pleasure centers. Even before I’d pushed back down to the hilt her moaning became even more strident to the point of being broken while her hands snapped out and clamped down on mine. Since her legs on my shoulders added a bit of friction to the equation thrusting as fast as I could have previously was out, but the added leverage meant I could do so that much harder and soon my own unrestrained grunts and moans added to her music. I couldn’t say exactly how long we persisted in this position but it certainly felt like only a few minutes before Darcy seemingly started to vibrate from head to toe which also served to straighten her legs.
That came mere milliseconds before her eyes went wide and her voice was once again cut off in an almost strangled fashion as I felt powerful rippling waves that seemingly threatened to pull me further into her.

Darcy had finally done it; the intense pressure that had started between my hips rippled outwards in all directions, forcing my hips to buck forward over and over while my own strangled broken moans filtered through my teeth. Such was the force of that explosion that for a moment all I could do was tumble to the side of Darcy and breathe heavily while staring at the ceiling. Eventually I regained enough sense to actually reach down and remove the latex from my still sensitive anatomy.

As I was tying it off a hand reached over and caressed the skin of my chest random patterns before Darcy cooed in my ear, “I’ll take that nightcap now.”

And there we have it; a story about reconnecting with a woman who used to be a girl I knew in high school then making a much more intimate connection with this woman as she is today.
Now I had intended for this to be a one-off but this entire exercise got me thinking; what else could I possibly write and what would people like to hear?
The first what is easy, the second what I’ll solve via democracy. Below are three possible stories that I’d be willing to publish. I have more of course but overchoice is a thing so for now you’ll be limited to three. In the spirit of functioning representative democracy we’ll be using instant runoff voting so put your choices in order from greatest to least preference or just vote for one, and voting will be open until Thursday.

• A. Hedonistic Arithmetic; 3 times * 2 Women + 1 Day
• B. Mr_Lewd_Punny_Name Becomes an object of worship
• C. Stereotypical dance club hookup story.