As they drove home from the cricket ground Stacy and Helen discussed Dave. “My god he is well hung for a lad,” Helen observed, as Stacy tried to make herself respectable.
“Stop talking about him, for Christ”s sake. I”ve got to look OK before we get to your place, I don”t want my old man to get suspicious,” Stacy cried.
Much later after showering and changing she joined Helen for coffee on the patio.
“My, what a difference a shower makes.” Helen exclaimed. “After more than two hours in the raw, with that young bastard stuck right up you, you still look like butter wouldn”t melt in your mouth.”
“My god Helen be careful the men are only just through the door in the den.” Stacy whispered.
They had no need to worry their husbands were downing a few beers while the TV replayed highlights of the weekends games.
They were discussing Dave, but it was his cricketing ability that was the focus of their attention.
The wives were also discussing Dave, but it was a different type of ability, more personal.
Stacy was flushed as she relived the excitement of her morning on the floor of the scorer”s box. Her pussy grew warm, then wet, and her mouth became dry, as Helen recounted what she had seen, while watching them through the window.
Stacy was blushing in embarrassment “my god I didn”t know you were watching.” “Thank god it was only you, and not someone else.” “I don”t want to be caught, and I hate the idea of someone spying on me.”
“Listen, I wasn”t spying.” Helen replied angrily. “I told you before we left here this morning to take him up to the scorer”s room.” “I promised I would cover for you.” “When you both disappeared for quite a while, I went up to see that you were ok.”
Helen”s voice was growing more excited, “I looked through the window and spotted you both down on the floor.”
“Once I saw what was happening, I was going to leave.” “Honestly, I didn”t mean to stay, but I was mesmerised, watching my own private live fucking sex show. It was all the more exciting because it was you.”
Helen”s eyes stared off in space as she tried to describe why she stayed.” The first thing I saw, was his eighteen year old arse, it was brown all over except for a thin strip of white where he had worn a strap sunbathing.
“Oh Stacy, the way the cheek muscles rippled and bucked and his whole body moved as he slammed into you, made my knees weak.”
“You were hidden by his body except for your legs stuck up high in the air, and your hands that were raking his back, your fingernails leaving red scratch marks; I think you were drawing blood.”
But it was the noise that you made, the heavy breathing, moaning and grunting, your bodies slapping together, your head banging against the floor that was the last straw I couldn”t leave.”
“As I said I didn”t mean to stay, but I found myself quietly cheering you on.”
Stacy responded quickly, “oh hell, I wasn”t calling you a spy, but I am scared stiff of getting caught.” “If you could watch and we didn”t know you were watching, how many others could do the same?”
She was becoming agitated, “To think that people might see me cheating makes me sick in the stomach.” “Id` be the talk of this bloody town.” “I”d never be able to live it down.”
Helen laughed “I can understand what you are worried about, but truthfully I would love to fuck in public.”
“I `d like to make a porno tape. I”d love to watch myself fucking, but you”re right, this small bloody town of ours would crucify you.”
“Anyway don”t worry about Sunday I was the only one to watch you perform, and you were one great fucking porno slut.” Helen said with a laugh.
The sat drinking their coffee both smiling as they remembered the morning”s events. “When are you meeting him again?” Helen asked.
“Oh I don”t plan to meet him again,” Stacy cried, “it”s too dangerous.”
“Dangerous my bum,” Helen replied “he”s too good to lose.” “He”s young he”s innocent and you given him his first real taste of a woman.”
“He”s yours now; he”ll do whatever you want.” “He will be wanking off over you, day and night.”
“He”ll want you, and whilst he doesn”t know what to do, it won”t be long before he starts chasing you. Eventually you”ll give in and do it again.”
“Believe me that”s what happens when a woman whose man looses interest, gets an ever ready supply.” Helen added.
“Oh Helen shut up I am still sore from this morning and just talking about it has made me wet again.”
Stacy appeared to be dreaming aloud. “Of course I”d like to do it again; it was exciting like being a teenager again. But there are too many dangers; I don”t want to destroy my marriage or family.”
Stacy looked at Helen and signalled to talk quietly, as she nodded her head towards the men. “I”ll be to scared to try anything again,” Stacy was hesitating when Helen stood up leant over and whispered “If you aren”t going to fuck him, I will.”
“My god Helen that”s up to you, I can”t stop you, I don”t own him.” “All I can say is don”t hurt him and don”t get caught.”
Monday afternoon Dave and his mate headed off to cricket practice.
“I”d like to fuck that” Malcolm said as they passed the coffee shop where Helen Watson was sitting smoking.
Dave looked at his mate, “not so bloody loud, don”t you watch TV? Her husband”s that footballer they call the raging bull, if he heard you he”d make mince meat of you.”
Helen Watson had spied Dave and called to him “I haven”t seen you around Dave where have you been.”
Dave blushed remembering Mrs Watson had been down at the oval on Sunday morning when he and Mrs Turner had made love.
“Malcolm and I are off to cricket practice,” he said as Malcolm nudged him. “I”m sorry I should have introduced him this is my mate Malcolm.”
“Hi Malcolm” she called virtually dismissing him, while looking at Dave adding, “I might drop down to the ground later, Stacy and I still have some cleaning up in the scorer”s room,”
Dave”s mind was racing as they walked down to the cricket ground. Helen had mentioned the scorer”s room, where he had fucked Harry”s mum. Surely she doesn”t know what happened. He thought.
He had dreamed last night of Harry”s mum, Mrs Stacy Turner. Her big tits were indelibly printed on his brain. He could still taste her kisses; his prick grew hard every time he thought of her.
Just thinking of her now as he walked down the street made him hard. Last night as he lay in bed, rubbing his prick he remembered vividly her body odour.
Just the thought of the musky smell of her cunt had been too much for his over excited prick. “Christ mum will know I”ve been wanking,” he thought later, as he tried to wipe a pool of cum stains off his sheets. “At least she won”t know it was Mrs Turner who caused it,” he grinned.
Now just a day later walking down the main street, Dave couldn”t think of anything else.
Over and over he relived the feel of her cunt, as it sucked his prick deep inside. He could hear her grunts and moans and the little words of satisfaction as his body slapped into hers.
Even as he practiced cricket with his mates, Pictures of her lying on the floor, her body open and welcoming him, kept coming back into his overexcited brain.
Helen Watson had followed them down to the cricket ground.
Whilst the cricket practice was ending Helen visited the ladies room, removed her bra and slipped off her moist thong.
Checking herself out, She put one foot up on a stool, lifted her skirt, and ran a finger along her hairy landing strip before caressing the excited lips of her partly shaven cunt. “Davey boy, you don”t know what your missing” she thought with a grin.
“If I am going to get Stacy alone again I will have to be careful,” Dave thought as he watched Helen Watson approaching.
Practice was over, so he accepted Mrs Watson”s offer of a lift home. He held the car door, as she hitched up her skirt giving him an eyeful of her fantastic legs as she slid into her seat.
Dave sat back and turned to watch Mrs Watson as she reversed out of the car park. Her skirt seemed to be bunched up, freeing much more leg and thigh than necessary to drive.
He licked his lips; her body was like those he wanked over in Playboy. Her legs went on forever, her tits moved under her low cut sleeveless silk blouse, providing him with tantalising glimpses of her perky firm brown nipples.
Helen Watson watched Dave as he reacted to her body; she noticed a movement in his pants and smiled “this will be easy.”
Dave having had a mature woman”s body nude in his arms for the first time compared Helen Watson with Stacy Turner.
Stacy Turner was a mother with a body quite different to Helen Watson. Stacy large soft tits were out of proportion to her long slim body; Helen”s tits were smaller and looked harder.
Dave studied Mrs Watson”s thighs and arse and grinned as he recalled pulling Stacy”s body close to his, to find that her soft white bum was two great hands full.
Helen Watson by contrast was younger, trim taut and terrific, everything in proportion. Her legs were longer her tits smaller yet full, making him lick his lips at the thought of sucking them.
“God she”d be a great fuck” he thought,” but she was well and truly look but don”t touch.” Her husband was the town and states roughest and best footballer, he had picked the town”s top bird for his wife. No one would want to tangle with him.
Helen was always dressed to kill; no kids and no job, meant that she spent her days in the boutiques and upmarket clothing stores, Buying the latest styles.
She noticed him smiling and asked “what are you smiling at.” He couldn”t tell her he was thinking of the cheeks of Stacy”s arse in his hands, so he said “I was thinking of how my team mates will be jealous when they see me driving off with the town”s most beautiful lady.”
“Oh you are a young smoothie” Helen exclaimed, “Do you flatter all the girls like that?” “No only the ones that would make my mates jealous,” he replied as he studied her brown tanned legs.
She looked across and saw where he was looking, “are you a leg man Dave? “No! But legs like yours would make me one,” he replied without thinking.
He could feel his face go bright red as he stammered and stuttered “I”m sorry I, I, I, was looking at your boots they are quite,” he started to stutter again, “oh shit, I was going to say sexy, those high heels and their shape show off your beautiful legs.”
He quickly continued: “I”m sorry I shouldn”t have mentioned sexy.”
“Don”t apologise” she said. “A woman likes to know men think she”s sexy, that was a lovely compliment from a lovely young man.”
As she dropped Dave at his gate she waved to his mum, leant over to Dave displaying her brown tits as her loose top hung forward and spoke quietly, “I always have coffee at that little coffee shop at the rear of the mall every afternoon, why don”t you join me after school tomorrow?
Dave didn”t know where to look; he dragged his eyes away from her tits and looked down at her legs.
As she slid around on the seat to talk to him her skirt had crept higher, looking closer he spied what he thought was hair between her legs.
His mouth went dry; he started to lick his lips. And completely forgot to answer her invitation.
Helen Watson swung her leg back and drove off smiling. She had quite deliberately slid her leg around to give him a peek, at forbidden territory.
“My, oh my,” she thought. “He will be easy, he couldn”t even answer he was so tongue tied.” “He won”t miss the coffee shop tomorrow” she though as she drove away.
“Was that Helen Watson?” his mother asked.
“Yes mum she was down at the ground and gave me a lift home.”
“I feel sorry for Helen,” his mother said. “She”s married to that footballer that”s always in the news, they have no children, he”s always away playing interstate or overseas and she”s bored.”
Remembering the little glimpses he had just been given, he though, “bloody hell I”d like to fucking bore her.”
All thought of Mrs Watson disappeared as he headed for his mobile to ring Stacy Turner.
The phone was ringing madly as the Turners car drove into their garage. I”ll get it,” Stacy called, rushing ahead of her husband up the stairs. She nearly dropped the phone when Dave whispered”It”s me, when can I see you again.”
She could hear her husband heading her way “We can”t talk now,” she whispered as a flush of excitement swept over her body.
“I”ll ring in an hour, will that be ok?” Dave asked, as her husband entered the room. “Ok” she answered as she hung up. “Who was that?” he asked. “Oh just Helen we are going to talk tonight when you go out.”
Stacy”s mind was in turmoil as she worked in the kitchen. “My god Helen”s right she thought “I am acting like a slut, I wanted him to fuck me, I”ve cheated on my husband and now I”m lying.
At home Dave pocketed his mobile and told his mum he was going to join Malcolm and his mates.
With an hour to waste before he could ring Stacy again, he decided to stroll over towards her house.
As he turned into their street, he saw Mr Turner reverse out, pick up his neighbour, and drive off. “Shit she”s home alone,” he thought as he dialled her number.
Stacy picked up the phone “I knew it would be you” “What do you want?” Dave told the truth” I want you” “I can”t get you out of my mind.” “I close my eyes and I see your fabulous tits, I feel your fantastic body, your warm cunt, I”ll never forget what we did, I”m constantly horny.”
“My prick gets so tight in my pants that I have to take it out and stroke it, just like you did on the bus. I”ve got it out now; I can feel it leaking a little cum from the eye.”
Stacy was becoming agitated it was exciting to be wanted, she could feel her pussy pulsing, it too was getting wet. “Be careful your mother will hear you,” she warned.
Dave was stuttering with excitement, “I”m not home; I”m under the tree across the road opposite your house”
“My god what are you doing there?” She asked.
“I just want to get a glimpse of you, I can”t think of anything else,” he stammered.
Stacy”s imagination was in full gear she could picture his hard cock throbbing in his hand.
Her heart beat rapidly as she remembered its size and the feel of his firm hard flesh. She moved her hands to squeeze her tits as she felt her nipples becoming erect.
Not even in the days of her horny teens had any man ever made her as excited as she was now. Married life had become settled and boring. Dave was exciting, she was being chased again, she was wanted, he was taking risks to be with her.
Her body was responding to the danger, the excitement was driving her crazy. She wanted to rush across the road and grab him.
But common sense held her back “Oh my god put it away.” She started to giggle “You”re a crazy young bugger, what if my neighbours walk out their door?” “What will you say; they will think you”re a peeping tom?” “You have to go you can”t stay there.” she ordered.
Dave wasn”t about to give up, “I saw your husband go out, I”ll come and knock on your door like any visitor, be ready to let me in.”
“Oh no! Stacy cried “I can”t do that the boys are home.” “My god Dave, you can”t come in here, and you can”t be out there like that, get off the street.”
Dave was calmer now having settled on a plan. “I am off the street, while we were talking I slipped over to your garage, when I got inside I pulled the door down, no one can see from the street, so no one knows I”m here.”
He pleaded “Open the door to the kitchen let me come up.” “Oh, no, no,” she cried, “you mustn”t.”
“Then come on down just for a minute” he pleaded, “You don”t have to go outside so the boys won”t hear you.”
Stacy was excited, her heart was beating wildly, she could feel the moistness in her pussy, but she was scared.
“This is stupid,” she kept telling herself as she checked to see the boys were in their rooms and made her way down to the garage.
“I”m going to give him a piece of my mind, he can”t do stupid things like this, he has to forget me,” she was talking to herself.
Inside the garage in the dark Dave waited, he still had his zip undone and his prick sticking out, when Stacy eased through the door.
“This is crazy” she said before Dave”s mouth closed on hers, and his hand took hers and led it to his prick.
She tried to talk but her mouth was full of his tongue. One of his hands had opened her dress and slipped her bra up to stroke her left nipple.
Her anger was slipping away as he pushed his hard prick in and out of her hand, and his tongue in and out of her mouth. She could feel her body picking up the rhythm moving in a fucking motion.
She moaned as he pushed her back on to her husbands work bench and ran a hand up her legs to her pussy.
No! Oh no! Not here! Not here! She cried lifting her body, as she felt Dave pull her underclothes away.
His mouth returned to her massive tits and their erect nipples, “oh hell,” she cried as a wave of passion swept over her, her tits were her weakness, she loved having them sucked and her nipples bitten.
The young bastard must have figured that out she thought, as he concentrated his efforts on her nipples. Dave was over the moon, his hands were all over her body, one hand finger fucked her and the other hand slid down to push into her arse.
Her body thrashed wildly as his finger pushed further into her rear, causing tools from the bench crash noisily to the concrete floor.
The noise woke one of her sons who called “mum where are you mum” “Down in the garage” she replied “I will be up in a minute.”
She pushed Dave aside pulled her clothes together and ran up through into the kitchen.
Dave waited in the dark as she gave her son a drink and packed him off to bed.
Stacy”s mind was awash with emotion, she wanted Dave but this was crazy. Junior would have caught them if he hadn”t called out. “I can”t let my cunt rule my head,” she had decided as she stood at the sink. “I won”t go back down.”
She was startled to find that Dave had silently crept up into the kitchen. She jumped with fright, as he wrapped his arm around her holding her by her tits.
Trying to turn around, she moaned “not here not in the house, you silly prick, not here, the boys will hear.”
Placing a hand over her mouth he whispered. “Be quiet.” Dave had made up his mind; it was time for action not words. He pushed her forward against the kitchen table, and lifted her dress up exposing her smooth white backside.
His hand on her chest struggled with her bra, forcing one tit out and up so his fingers could pinch and pull the extended nipple.
Stacy moaned “Oh be gentle” as a thrill ran through her body. She shuddered and bucked when Dave kissed his way up around her face and ears and bit her on the neck. A trickle of moisture leaked from her cunt on to her legs.
Without waiting, he pushed forward struggling to push her sopping undies aside and enter her from behind.
Stacy was ready, she wanted his hard young tool; the possibility of being caught had disappeared from her thoughts.
Knowing he could not enter her without her help, she moved her legs further apart to accommodate him.
Then raising herself up on her toes, she felt around behind her and used her hand to direct him, until he found the mark with a grunt of satisfaction. Stacy moaned and groaned as he slammed backwards and forwards roughly.
This was not a time for taking it easy Dave told himself, this was a time to fuck her hard and long, to fill her full of cum, and leave her wanting more.
She was giving as good as she got, grunting as she pushed back, rolling her hips using her cunt to bring him to the boil.
He could not control himself, all the dreaming, the waiting, and the drama of the evening, built up to a head, as his prick bucked and his body shuddered to a climax
A deep breath of relief came from her when she saw that he was not hooked up to a respirator. Jake urged her to go into the room. As she walked over to Trent’s bedside, she could see that he appeared to be sleeping. She took his hand in hers and held it tight. His skin seemed cool and clammy to her touch.
“Oh, Trent. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been here for you.” she whispered.
He stirred a bit and mumbled as she leaned closer to his ear and said, “It’s Sissy. I love you bro.”
His eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly as he tried to focus on her.
“Am I dreaming?” He mumbled.
She shook her head and said, “No, I’m really here, bro. I finally came home.”
He squirmed for a moment as he strained to lift his arms to hug her. She leaned over him and hugged him back the best she could with all the wires attached to his frail body. He struggled to find his words as the overwhelming emotions he was feeling weakened his tired body even more. When she turned to leave he whispered,
“I love you, Sissy.”
She was feeling drained after the hospital visit, so Jake took her for a drive to let her unwind. Then they went back to his house. She promised to return the next day, telling him she needed to go get some sleep. He offered his couch to her for the night but she politely refused, telling him that she had already gotten a motel room.
By the time she showed back up at Jason’s door he was looking anxious. His nervousness faded when she told him about her brother’s illness. He sat on the floor in front of her, caressing her hand as she talked with tears running down her cheeks. It didn’t take long for his self-pity to turn into compassion. Before either of them realized it, they were talking like old friends with all wrong doing forgiven.
After about an hour, her stomach started rumbling reminding her that she had not eaten in hours. She grimaced when she noticed it was after 9 p.m. and suggested that they get a pizza delivered. Jason ordered it while she took a few minutes to fresh up her face. She noticed that her eyes were swollen from all the crying. The skin around her eyes felt raw from being wiped so much lately. She let out a deep sigh as she silently wished that the holidays were already over with.
It didn’t take long for the pizza to get there. They both ate like starving wolves since they weren’t afraid to be casual in front of each other. She was feeling overstuffed after a couple of slices so she lay down on the bed to rest for a few minutes. A smile crossed her face when Jason picked up the pizza box and told her that he was going to give the rest of it to the family next door. She nodded her head, as the words: Follow your heart echoed in her mind.
She had always been a strong believer that a person’s actions, rather than their words showed what kind of heart they truly had. She mentally listed dozens of nice things that Jason had done that she knew of while she had known him. Even when they were growing up, he was always going around collecting money for charities. On the other hand, when she looked at herself, she felt ashamed. In the past ten years, she had done very little, if anything to help another person.
She was startled out of her thoughts as Jason returned with empty hands. She grinned when he told her that the pizza was being devoured by three hungry kids. Her eyes followed him as he walked around the bed, sitting on the far side. She rolled onto her side and noticed how uncomfortable he looked. She patted her hand on the bed hoping to make him feel at ease enough to at least lie down. He lay on his side facing her but still an arms length distance between them.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked, softly, waiting for him to nod his head before continuing.
She took a deep breath as she gathered the courage to find her words, then she said, “Ever since you kissed me under the mistletoe, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. The touch of your soft lips made me feel alive again, for the first time in many years.”
He stared at her in stunned silence until she scooted closer to him, kissing him gently on the lips. He wasted no time in responding as his mouth moved against hers, his tongue grazing hers as the kiss deepened. Passion took over for them, replacing any nervousness either might have felt before as their hands began to explore each other.
His fingers gently caressed her breasts, causing her nipples to harden against her clothing as she raked her hands down his torso. She hesitated when her fingertips reached the bulge in his pants. He encouraged her by pressing his body closer to her. She traced the outline of his staff with her fingers, causing him to shiver with desire.
Their lips parted momentarily as they looked into one another’s eyes. His warm breath tickled her skin as his lips brushed against hers. She let him roll on top of her, pressing his chest against hers as they rocked together. He slid his fingers through her hair, intertwining them with her long locks as he kissed her deeper. His tongue snaked wildly around her mouth, leaving nothing untouched as he explored her.
She hoped he would be just as thorough when he explored the rest of her body. Her wishes were about to be rewarded as his trembling fingers began to undress her. Each patch of skin that he bared was immediately lavished with a very warm kiss. She gasped as each touch of his mouth sent chills down her spine.
With each agonizing moment he took to slowly undress her, the anticipation mounted. All the feelings of passion and desire that she had locked away long ago suddenly surfaced as Jason slipped his tongue between her nether lips. She arched her back and jumped as his soft touch surprised her. It had been so long since a man touched her in that way that she had forgotten how wonderful it could be.
He swirled his tongue through her juices a few times then lifted his face to kiss her thighs. Not being able to hold back any longer, she moved her hands to the back of his head and pressed his face against her cleft, again. He suckled her clit gently, sending spasms of pleasure radiating through her.
“Oh, yes!” She gasped.
He moaned and pressed his mouth against her womanhood, lapping up the constant trickle of juices that her body was emitting as his tantalizing mouth drove her to the brink of insanity. Just as he began to probe her inner depths with his wild wiggling tongue, her muscles began to quiver against him. He moved his tongue faster, enjoying the sensations as her orgasming body massaged him.
He lapped up every drop of her juices, leaving her whimpering as her sensitivity level rose in response to his mouth. When he was finished, he slid back up her body to kiss her deeply. His sticky face slid against hers, as the aroma of her desire filled her senses. She moaned into his mouth as the juices coating his tongue, enveloped her mouth. Tasting her own juices on his tongue like that, aroused her to a whole new level that she did not even know existed.
Overcome by passion, without giving it a second thought, she wrapped her legs around him and rolled both of them over. A brief look of surprise filled his eyes as she straddled his pelvis. He could feel her liquid heat slowly seeping through his jeans as she slowly rocked against him. A low moan escaped his lips as she pressed her breasts against his chest before she began her slow decent down his body.
Her breath tickled his skin as she paused at to unbutton his jeans. As her small fingers pulled back the zipper, the swollen purple tip of his manhood revealed itself. Lifting his ass to allow her to remove his clothing, his breath caught in his throat as she ran her tongue along the side of his length. She was grateful that he had indeed showered while she was gone as the scent of soap tickled her nostrils.
No woman had ever done that to him before so he had to use all his strength to remain in control as her mouth explored his manly muscle. She rotated her head in circular motions as her tongue moved round and round, licking him like a candy cane. Sweat poured from his forehead as he fought the urge to cum. He had never felt anything so wonderful in his life.
As his hard staff twitched and quivered against her tongue, she was careful not to hurry. She could see him straining as he tried to hold back. Each time she felt his balls began to tighten against her chin, she stopped what she was doing until he relaxed. When he got used to the new sensations he was feeling, she wrapped her lips around him and slowly sucked him into her mouth.
She gradually worked his love muscle in and out, not wanting it to end too soon as her love for oral sex reawakened. Giving oral was something she had become addicted to when she was with her husband. In a way, this was a new experience for her to since she had never tasted another man besides Toby.
Jason grabbed at the sheets, gripping them tightly as he rolled his hands into fists while tightening every muscle in his body. When he no longer had the strength to fight the urge for release, he relaxed and let her mouth milk him into orgasm. Her smooth lips glided along his skin, feeling like melting butter as she sucked him.
He groaned and gasped as a strong tingling feeling spread from the base of his spine and shot throughout his entire body like an electrical surge. His balls tightened as his rod began to twitch in her mouth. She strenghtened the grip her lips had on him as he cried out just as his seed spilled into her hungry mouth.
Greedily swallowing up every drop, she sucked him a few more strokes before running her tongue along his skin, cleaning him before she lifted her face and slid back up his body. His eyes were glazed over as he lay there panting. She giggled and kissed him before laying her head on his chest.
Unable to speak, much less think straight Jason could only lay there waiting for his heart rate to slow down again. He was vaguely aware of Michelle lying against him, rubbing her fingers along the skin on his chest. Once the sexual fog that clouded his mind finally cleared, he looked down at her and smiled.
They lay there in each others arms until they fell asleep. A couple hours later Michelle opened her eyes to find Jason looking at her. As she scooted upward, he covered her mouth with his, giving her a deep kiss that left her feeling weak. When their lips parted several moments later, he whispered,
“Merry Christmas.”
A wicked grin flashed across her face as she responded, “Bah-Humbug.”
He laughed and rolled over on top of her, playfully pinning her wrists to the bed as he mumbled, “I think you’re a Scrooge because you need to be shown what you have been missing.”
The serious look in his eyes told her that the big moment was about to happen. She wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him to the center of her heat. As the tip of his shaft entered her, their eyes locked together as they stared into each other’s souls. He loosened his grip on her wrists, allowing her to intertwine her fingers with his as he slowly rocked in and out of her.
As he worked his way inside her, she gradually opened up to him, allowing his full length inside. They fit together like they were made for each other. After so many years of neglecting her body’s needs, it felt like the first time all over again for her. Time had restored her insides to being almost as snug as a virgin. Something that Jason was quite surprised to find as he slowly glided in and out of her. He had always thought that she could have any man that she wanted.
Jason knew at that moment that he had done the right thing by following his heart all those years. He knew someday that he would have to confess to her that he had hired a private detective to find her so he could follow her. It was much more than a coincidence that they ended up working at the same corporation out in California.
He pressed his lips against hers, muffling their gasps and moans as he moved in and out of her body, enjoying every caress of her womanhood. He moved very slowly, not wanting to hurry the very deed he had dreamed of for twenty years. Their lips parted as a loud cry of joy came from Michelle as her body began to shake uncontrollably just as he released his cream deep inside her.
The sensation of her hot liquid coating his manhood was almost hypnotic as he held his body still, absorbing the feel of it. They lay there like that for five minutes enjoying the feel of one another until Michelle began to wiggle. He slid off of her, letting her get up to go to the bathroom.
He lay there lost in thought, thinking that he must have done something really good in a past life to finally end up with the woman of his dreams. When she returned to the bed a few minutes later, they curled up together in each others arms and drifted off to sleep. It was morning before they woke up again.
Jason lay very still as he studied her features. Her long hair was rumbled and tangled which made her look sexier than ever in his eyes. When she began to stir, he noticed small wrinkles around her eyes, which gave her face more character. She noticed him watching her and said,
“Watch out, I look awful in the mornings.”
He shook his head no, and said, “You look even better than I ever imagined.”
“Sweet talker. She said with a laugh.
How she looked in the mornings was soon forgotten as both of them jumped when her cell phone started to ring. She glanced at the time and noticed it was barely past 7 a.m. When she answered it, she listened for several minutes while nodding her head. Jason’s eyes never left hers during the conversation. He could tell that it was not good news. After she hung up the phone, she started to get dressed then she turned to him and said,
“Will you drive me to the hospital?”
He slid out of bed and threw his clothes on, dressing as fast as possible when he heard the urgency in her voice. Less then twenty minutes later they were riding up the elevator to the I.C.U area of the hospital. As they stepped into the waiting room, Jake met them at the door and took her by the hand. She turned to Jason to speak, but he motioned her to follow Jake.
The nurse let both of them into the room, allowing them to break the 1 visitor at a time rule. They stood by Trent’s bed listening to his ragged breathing. His wife was holding his hand as tears streamed down her face. Michelle picked up his other hand, pressing it against hers and Jakes. Her eyes blurred as she looked at the heart monitor which showed his blood pressure steadily declining.
Almost two hours later, it was all over. His heart had stopped beating just before 10 a.m. Michelle felt horrified as realization that she lost both her brother and husband on Christmas day, set in. She shook her head, vowing to hate Christmas more than ever. As she turned to leave the hospital room, she froze in her tracks when she saw a ghostly image of Trent standing before her.
“Don’t think that way Sissy. It was my time to go home. I will see you again some day. In the mean time live your life to the fullest. There is a man waiting outside for you that loves you very much. Don’t push him away.”
She glanced back toward the bed and was surprised to see Jake staring at the spot where Trent’s ghost was hovering. She wanted to ask him if he had heard and seen what had just happened but before she could speak he said,
“Follow your heart, Sissy. You know he’s right. Now, go get your man and let yourself be loved like you deserve to be.”
Michelle nodded her head and walked toward the waiting room, noticing that the image of Trent had vanished. Jason stood up when he saw her approaching. He held out his arms to her, wrapping them snuggly around her.
He smoothed her hair with his hands as she cried in his arms. When she felt that she had no more tears to cry, she lifted her head and looked up into his eyes.
As his gaze met hers she whispered, “I hate myself for not admitting this to you or myself much sooner, but I love you, Jason.”
His chest heaved as he heard her utter those words he had only dreamed of ever hearing come from her mouth. He tightened his grip on her and said,
“I love you too and I would have followed you to the ends of the Earth to get to hear you say that just once.”
She stared straight into his eyes and with a knowing look, she said, “I would hardly call California the ends of the Earth.”
His face reddened as he realized that she had not been fooled by his deception. He was grateful when Jake walked up behind her, interrupting their discussion. Michelle introduced them to each other then told her brother that they would follow him back to his house.
That evening they had a huge family dinner, not so much as to celebrate Christmas as it was to honor Trent. While the children opened their gifts that they had waited so impatiently for all day long, Michelle and Jason sat on the couch smiling at each other as they watched each child open presents.
When they went back to the motel that night, they made love then fell asleep holding each other. Just as Michelle started drifting off to sleep, she heard Jason whisper to her that he would hold her in his heart forever. The funeral for Trent was three days later, followed by a big dinner. Afterwards, Jason and Michelle loaded up her car and headed back to California.
Their boss was rather surprised when they showed up at his office together to resign their positions. When he asked why they would do such a foolish thing, Michelle smiled and said,
“Home is where the heart is.”
Without explaining what she meant, she took Jason’s hand in hers as they walked out of the office building, never looking back once. The next day, they packed all of their belongings in a big truck and towed her car behind it. When they arrived in Kentucky 3 days later, her brother met her at the curb in front of his house with a set of keys in his hand.
She was shocked as he confessed that he had bought her old house and it still had all of her belongings in it because he didn’t have the heart to get rid of them, even though she was gone for ten years. Just as she opened her mouth to tell him that she couldn’t afford to buy it back from him, his eyes twinkled as he looked at both of them and said,
“Consider it a wedding present.”
She turned to look at Jason, who had an ear to ear grin on his face. The possibility of marrying again after so many years of misery was enough to warm her heart. Giving her brother a kiss on the cheek, she thanked him before they drove off.
She began to wonder if she could handle going back to her old house because of the memories it represented, but any doubts she was feeling were soon erased when they pulled up in front of it.
Jason held her hand tightly as she unlocked the front door and slowly stepped into the living room. Everything looked just as she remembered it and had been kept immaculately clean. She took a deep breath of awe as she felt the love inside her for Jake, triple.
After touring the house, they slowly unpacked the truck, packing the garage full. Then Jason helped her sack up all of Toby’s clothing to give away. It only took them a couple days to settle into the house.
By the end of their first week there, they both had gotten jobs nearby. Everything went smoothly until Michelle started getting sick the first week of February. Thinking it was just the flu she called into work and stayed home for several days. When she didn’t get any better she decided to go to the doctor.
Jason had to drive her there because she was so nauseated that she was throwing up almost nonstop. Her nausea turned to excitement as the doctor suggested the possibility of pregnancy to them. She paced nervously around the exam room as they waited for the test results.
Jason repeatedly wiped his sweaty palms against his jeans. When the doctor finally returned he handed her an appointment card with two dates written on it. One was for the following week, the other was in March.