Gender: Male Age: 62 Location: southwest
|Introduction: When you go fishing, you never know what you might catch. Such is life. Enjoy yours as you look to the future.|
I managed to go to work the next day. I felt like a zombie, going through the motions of life but not having any life in me. I managed to smile at Sharon and Jeremy, but it was obvious that there was something of a cloud hanging over me. By lunch time, I needed to leave the office. I told Jeremy and Sharon that I did not feel well. They agreed that I should go home. I made my way home. I sat on the deck in the coolness of the afternoon shade and thought. As was my nature, I attempted to put some kind of order to the events of the past months.
First, I had to admit that meeting Carly was simply a stroke of fate. There was no logic to it. It was just something that happened. Next, I had to admit to myself that what transpired the next day as we each brought ourselves to orgasm, watching each other on the boat, was a fantasy. There could have been nothing more than two people out of control in the moment. That we actually began meeting and came to think that two people so far apart in age could fall in love was unrealistic. Over the hours of the afternoon, I somehow convinced myself that these weeks with Carly were without any reason. I was an older man infatuated with a teenage girl.
I went to bed that night, trying to convince myself that what had happened was for the best. I was actually able to sleep. However, the next day, I woke up with her on my mind. Somehow it made sense to say that what we shared should never had happened. But, at the same time, it did happen. I made a decision. I would give myself to my work. I would keep busy and try to keep the image of Carly’s face out of my mind. I also convinced myself that feeling what I felt only led to hurt for both of us. I would live my life for myself. I managed to persuade myself that I was better off alone.
I continued through the days. I was able to interact on an unemotional level. Work was now my life. The days passed. The weeks came and went. Even though I thought of Carly, I was able to focus on work. I arrived home one afternoon to find a letter from her. She again apologized for the hurt she caused me. But what shocked me the most was the news that she and her granny were moving to South Carolina. Cynthia had decided to move in with Carly’s cousin Jackie and her mom. The house near the lake would be put up for rent. They would move as soon as it was rented. She also said that she would not attempt to make contact because she feared that her granny would find out and cause problems for me. I reread the letter several times. The line that continued to draw my attention contained the words, “I love you. I believe in us. I am always yours.”
I spent the Christmas holidays with my parents. Being away from the house and the lake seemed to make it easier. After I returned, I decided to drive by Carly’s house. There was a different vehicle in the drive. I assumed that the two of them had moved and I would never see Carly again. She had not mentioned where Jackie and her mom lived. I decided she did it on purpose so I would not try to find her.
After the first of the year, Jeremy informed me that his wife was expecting their third child. They had discussed it and decided they needed the extra space in the basement that now served as our office. But Jeremy also informed me that he had decided to go to work for a large company in our city. He felt there would be more security for his family. I agreed since I could not argue with him. Janet has decided to be a stay-at-home mom for awhile so it was just Sharon and me who made up our company. I discussed matters with her and we decided to continue on in business. We located an available office in a business park. The rent was reasonable and our work load seemed to be steady. We moved into the new facility and set it up. Life again developed a routine.
Over the months, I began to make some changes in our company. I decided to expand the type of service we offered. I hired a couple of post-graduate Geeks who knew computers and programming. I also found a young man who was well experienced in computer graphics. We discussed the possibilities and decided that there was a future in providing a service to companies in the area of computer marketing. The business took off. I had to travel a good bit but that was okay with me. Staying busy was what I wanted. So time went by. Spring ended and summer came. I happened to look at my calendar one day and realized what the next day was. It was Carly’s birthday. I told Sharon and the staff that I would take the next day off for personal business.
I slept late. I prepared breakfast and ate on the deck. After cleaning up the dishes, I dressed in my fishing clothes and headed across the lake in the pontoon boat. I made my way to the cove and actually fished. I thought about Carly. I replayed the times we shared. I could see her face after we made love. I could hear her laugh. But, in all of my memories, I felt no pain. I even found myself smiling. “I hope she is okay,” I said softly as I reeled in my lure. I fished for awhile and had some luck. I caught enough to make a good meal and headed home. I cleaned the fish at the dock and then put them in the freezer to prepare later on.
The next day I was back as work. And so, the life of Dave Elliott unfolded. Day by day, week after week. The months went by. I was making a lot of money. I was living life on my level. I visited family, I made business trips. I had a couple of birthdays that my family celebrated with me. As far as I could tell, my life was like it had been before I met Carly. Somehow, she had become a parentheses in my life. It was an important time. I began to see how special it had been. I remembered how happy I had been with that young girl. She was a sweet and special memory that allowed me to convince myself that I was actually human. I had feelings I had never had before or since. I shared a love that I had never known and would never have again. So, every now and then, I reached back into that span of months, and I pulled into the present the image of her face, the feel of her body, the sound of her voice, the touch on her hand. I would smile. Sometimes I would even talk to her. She was real and what we shared was real. I could accept the truth of that now. And I often quoted to myself that age-old quip: “It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.” On her next birthday, I took the day off and went to the cove. I fished and enjoyed the solitude. Carly was in my thoughts and I was grateful that I had her to think about.
Business continued to boom. I had hired more staff who were paid well and had good benefits. We had developed a name for ourselves in the marketing community and in the world of cyber-business. All seemed to be going well and I thought I had my life planned out. I was now thirty-five years old and a bachelor. I had dated a few times but I seemed to turn more women off than I attracted. I was always meeting young women at companies where we provided consultation. Some threw themselves at me. Others ignored me. But through these experiences, something always brought my thoughts back to Carly.
I arrived at work one day, Sharon, who was now my executive assistant, informed me that I had a phone call that seemed important. I returned the call. I was forwarded to a man whose name was Roger Anderson. He identified himself as the executive vice-president of a computer oriented company that I had heard of. As a matter of fact, the company was one of the larger providers of computer networking, software, and technical support in the country. He asked if he could visit with me in my office the following week. I made an appointment. The next week came. He arrived and Sharon ushered him into my office and brought us both cups of coffee. We sipped our coffee and exchanged small talk for a few minutes.
Roger Anderson looked at me and said, “Dave, may I call you Dave, I want to mention something to you.” I sat down my cup and gave him my attention. “Our company has done business with companies that have used your services. These companies have praised the quality of your work, the capability of your workers, and the value that you offer for what you provide.”
“I appreciate their comments and their business,” I said, wondering where this conversation was headed.
“Well, to get to the point. I’m sure you want me to do that.” He paused. “My corporation would like to discuss the possibility of purchasing your company.” I’m sure I showed surprise. This was far from anything I could have imagined. “I know this is sudden. Of course, there will be a need for negotiations, but, we would like for you to consider this.”
“I am shocked,” I admitted. “I guess I never thought of this company as being anything other than what it is.” I paused. “We have a structure here. Each employee has a share in the profits we make. That tends to keep them loyal for a long time.” He nodded as if this were news to him. “Before I would ever make such a decision, I would have to talk with my staff.”
Roger Anderson shifted in his seat. “So, by allowing them to benefit from the good work they do, they are more loyal to you and the company than they might be if they were just doing a job for a salary?”
“That’s the idea. And, if I do say so myself, it has worked. I’ll put our turnover rate up against any similar company in the business.”
“I’m sure you would.” He shifted again. “Well, let me ask you to do this. Will you discuss this with your staff? Their agreement would only mean that you are willing to sit down and discuss the possibility of a merger or an outright purchase.”
I agreed to bring it up. He seemed to accept that. He stood, we shook hands, and he left. I mused over the possibilities for a while. I asked Sharon to call all the team leaders to meet with me later that day. I would at least run this buy them.
Over the next two months, our staff discussed the possibilities. A list of concerns and demands were compiled. These were made available to a Mr. Townsend who was our contact person with the corporation. The result was a merger agreement that satisfied every employee of my company since each would get a sizeable stock bonus and a cash bonus. There were two areas that were particularly appealing to me. Rather than a complete take-over, my company would be a stand-along entity under the umbrella of the corporation. The structure and employment policies remained the same. The other benefit was for me personally. I would no longer work for the company. I was given an settlement of cash and stock that would allow me to live comfortably for the rest of my life without having to work. All I had to do was agree not to begin a competing company for five years. I knew that eventually I would work but for the time being, I would be free to reorder my life.
That deal was the reason that one month later I was sitting in my bass boat casting a lure toward a log. I had begun to invest the profit I made from the merger. I was not going to fish the rest of my life, but I wanted time to put my life back in perspective. A day did not go buy that I did not think of Carly. I often thought about looking for her, assuming she was still in South Carolina somewhere. I never acted on these thoughts. Instead, I visited my family and enjoyed helping them with some home repairs. I could well afford it.
The months passed and summer came. I was watching tv one night when the news anchor began his program reminding his viewers of the date. It dawned on me. Tomorrow is Carly’s birthday. “I guess I’ll go fishing,” I said to myself.
The next day, I dressed in my fishing clothes and headed across the lake in the pontoon. In twenty minutes, I was drifting around in the cove where I first met her. I had anchored just a few yards from the bank, casting toward the deeper water where I had sunk trees to make crappie beds. I had a few nibbles but no hard strikes. I sipped a diet Pepsi as I spent the hours of the morning. I ate a sandwich for lunch and was about to cast my lure.
“Catching any fish?” I heard a voice ask. It took only a fraction of a second to realize it was a female voice. My heart began to beat faster as I slowly turned around. “I’ve always heard you never know what you might catch.”
The blond hair was a little darker and longer. Her shape was definitely more striking. But the smile and the eyes were the same. I laid my rod on the deck and stood, walking to the railing.
“I haven’t caught anything worth keeping.” I said, barely able to speak. My heart was pounding in my chest. “The last time I caught anything worthy my time, she got away.”
“Too bad. Maybe you need to try again.” She slowly moved down the bank. I loosened the rope to the anchor and allowed it to have enough slack for me to bring the boat to the bank. I used the trolling motor to push the bow up against the bank.
Carly took a long step, placing her foot on the bow platform. She continued to walk directly into my open arms. I wrapped my arms around her. She wrapped hers around me. We embraced for a long time before we finally looked at each other. There were tears in her eyes. I think there may have been some in mine too.
“Do you know what today is?” she asked.
I smiled. “Why do you think I’m here? I’ve spent this day here for the last three years.” Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I went by the house. When you didn’t answer the door, I walked around back. I saw that the pontoon was gone, so I thought you might just be here.” She smiled. “I was right.”
I placed my hands on her face and pulled her to me. I kissed her softly. “How are you?” I asked, knowing it was a stupid question when I asked it.
“I’m a lot better now.” she replied.
“Does your grandmother know you are here?”
Carly nodded. “Yes. I told her.”
“She realized a long time ago that she made a mistake. I think I finally proved to her that I am not my mother. She apologized for what she said to me and to you.” She paused. “I almost came last year but I decided to wait. I wanted to come when I could be me. I am free. I am now an adult to the people of our society. I make my own decisions. And today, I have decided to be here.”
We embraced again. And we kissed again. I stepped back.
“My look at you. You are quite a woman.” I looked around the boat. “Would you like to go back to house.?” Then it dawned on me. “What about your car?”
“We can come get it later. It will be okay. I left it in the yard of the people renting the house.” I started the motor and we made our way across the lake to my dock. We tied up the boat and made our way up to the house.
“How about something to drink?”
“Sure. First I would like to use the bathroom.” She started toward my bedroom.
“You know where it is.” I called after her. I prepared two glasses of iced tea. When Carly returned we sat at the table.
“So, tell me about you,” she said.
“There’s a lot to tell and then, there’s not so much.” I explained to her about the company and that I would decide what to do in the future. I did not try to explain that I was hoping at that moment that whatever my future involved would include her.
Carly explained to me that she completed high school and was offered a scholarship at a fairly prestigious university in South Carolina. For the semester coming up she was supposed to be a second-semester sophomore. We talked about family a while.
“I guess I need to go get my car,” she said. Then she turned to me. “Dave, is it okay if I stay here?”
“If you hadn’t ask, I was going to,” I replied. We held hands as we drove to her car. She followed me back to the house. I helped with her bags and took them to my bedroom. I decided not to ask how long she was planning on staying. From the weight of the bags, I was thinking it might be a long time.
“Dave, I have been driving for six hours. Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Oh, sure, go ahead.” I was about to leave the bedroom when she spoke.
“And you’ve been fishing. Don’t you think you might need one, too?” I smiled.
“If you don’t mind.”
“I’m here aren’t I?” She began undressing. I stripped off my shirt and shorts. I lowered my boxers. Carly removed her shirt and shorts. She unfastened her bra and slid her panties down her legs. I moved to her. She moved to me. I pulled her into my arms. We kissed long and passionately. When our lips parted she whispered, “It’s good to be home.”
We showered together without any sexual play. We laughed and chatted as we soaped up and rinsed. We finished, toweled off, and got onto the bed. As we laid down side-by-side we touched each other, caressing arms and faces.
“I can’t believe I’m touching you again,” Carly said softly.
“I was ready to believe I never would again.” I whispered. “But I remembered your letter and your words. You wrote, ‘I believe in us.”
“I’m here. You’re here. And now we can really be us and we can tell the whole world.” We kissed softly.
“Carly, I need you.”
“I need you, too.”
I placed my arm under her head and she cuddled closer to me. We kissed, our tongues dancing. I caressed her face, moving my hand down over her arm to her waist. Her skin was smooth and warm. She touched my face, tracing my lips with her fingertip.
“I missed you,” she said quietly. “I missed touching you, feeling your touch.”
“Oh, Carly, I missed hearing your voice. I have missed having you near.”
“Dave, I need you tonight.” She smiled. “I mean, I need to be with you.”
“I need you, too.” We embraced. Our kiss lingered as our hands moved over our bodies. I began massaging her breasts. They were bigger and just as full and firm.
“I want to be one with you, my love.” She sighed. “Will you get me wet and then enter me?”
I began to kiss her body as I moved down her torso. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs. I rolled between them and kissed my way down her stomach to her pubic mound. I moved down, allowing my tongue to glide over her lips. She was moist but I pushed my tongue into her. As I moved in and out, my saliva mixed with her juices. Her lips were soft and warm. Her taste was almost sweet. She lifted her hips. When she was very wet, I raised up. I moved up to her. She reached down and gently wrapped her fingers around my cock. I was already fairly hard, but her touch brought an immediate reaction. She stroked me for a moment before directing me toward her opening. The tip of my cock pressed between her lips. I slid in just a bit.
“I feel I need to tell you that I have not been with anyone except you.”
I pushed farther into her vaginal canal. “Darling, I haven’t either. It’s been three years.” I pushed my full length into her. She wrapped her arms around my neck. The feeling was without words to describe. We laid still. There was no movement. There was not rush to an orgasm. I”m not sure that there is a word to define what we were sharing. We were not just having sex. To say we were making love implies that somewhere passion is involved along with orgasms. Carly and I just laid together, feeling as one.
The months, years, of being apart were gone. The memories of the hurt had faded. That part of my soul that was ripped away was now back in place and my heart was healed, my spirit was healed. What we shared was not merely a physical union. There was something spiritual about us. We were joined. We were one.
“My darling Carly, I want to be one with you in heart and soul. I want you to know I love you in more ways than just being physically together. What I feel for you right now is not about sex or passion. What I feel for you is from the deepest part of my being. The only word I can think of is love.”
“Oh, my sweet Dave. I hear your words, but even more, I hear your heart. I love you, too and I want what we have to last forever. I may have moved to South Carolina, but most important part of me was here, in this house, in this bed, with you.”
I moved every once in a while just to be stimulated to remain erect. We kissed. We gazed into each other’s eyes. We caressed. I laid between her legs, resting my weight on my arms. Somehow we managed to turn onto our sides and remain united.
“I feel so good,” she said.
“Me, too.” I pulled her close, she nestled into my body. My erect cock remained in her. This was what we needed. We were not thinking about orgasms or cumming. Our only thought was of being one again.
“This is now us,” I said. Carly nodded. She kissed me, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
“I love you,” I whispered. I felt her hair against my face as I allowed the most peaceful sleep I had experienced in almost three years sweep over my body.
I woke up sometime during the night. Carly was laying on her other side, spooned against me. Her head was still on my left arm and her pillow. I placed my right arm over her and pulled her closer. She stirred slightly, moaning in her sleep. I drifted off again, reminding myself that I was not dreaming.
When I woke up, the sun was bright in the window. I reached for Carly. She was gone. There was the briefest moment of panic until I realized the water was running in the bathroom. I stretched and groaned. She heard me and opened the door. Her hair was wet and a towel was wrapped around her, tucked in above her breasts.
“By the way, your breasts are bigger.” I smiled.
She loosened the towel and opened it. She looked down at them. “Yeah, they are. More for both of us to enjoy.” She walked to the side of the bed, sat down, and kissed me.
“I slept really well,” she smiled.
“Me, too.” I pulled her to me. “I love you being here.”
We dressed and prepared breakfast. Carly mentioned the need to do some shopping. She was considering having her hair cut a bit. I asked if it would be okay if I dropped her at the mall and ran a couple of errands for myself. I would meet her at the mall for lunch. She agreed.
I dropped her off and made my way to a nationally advertised jeweler located in a strip mall not far from the big mall where I dropped Carly. I had taken from a small jewelry box she had brought with her a ring to use for sizing. I was escorted to a gentlemen who introduced himself and ushered me into a small office. He set before me a tray of diamonds laid out on a black velvet cloth. They were sparkling in the light. He explained that each diamond had been inspected and graded and each was very near the size I had mentioned wanting to purchase. We picked out a beauty of a stone. I selected a setting. Because of the price I was paying and the size of the stone, he assured me the diamond ring would be ready the next day.
I met up with Carly and we ate lunch and walked around the mall. Shopping was less important than being together. She did manage to convince me to allow her to try on a couple of outfits. I offered very weak resistance.
“I appreciate the sacrifice this is asking you to make,” she said. She kissed me and entered the dressing area.
Later, we made our way back home and I replaced her ring to the small box where she had put it. We sat on the deck and chatted.
“Dave, do you mind if I ask you about work?” I had explained to her about the merger of the company. But I had not told her about the amount of money I walked away with.
“Darling, let’s just say that there is enough money to live on without having to worry about anything. In time I’ll do something. But for now, I have wanted to relax, do some fishing, make some repairs to the property here.” I paused. “But most of all, I want to be with you, if you are willing to stay.” I wanted to carry that thought farther but I decided to wait until I could offer her the ring.
“But, I believe I need to continue my education.”
“Of course you do. And that will be no problem. Do you want to return to South Carolina?”
“No, I would prefer to be here and go to a local university.”
“Then, let’s make a trip to the campus that you said you wanted to attend, and we’ll see what they say.” Carly called to inquire about making a transfer application this late in the summer. When she told them she would be living off campus, they were encouraging. She agreed to bring her high school records and the transcript of the university in South Carolina for the year she was there. The next day she would speak to someone in the registrar’s office.
That night we slept well again. There was no sex, no love making. There was no need. A change had taken place for both of us. Time was no longer the issue. We were together and that is what mattered the most. We knew the other would come when we both wanted it.
We made our way to the campus and Carly interviewed with an official. She was told she would receive notice before the semester started the last week of August. Feeling satisfied that she would be accepted, Carly seemed relieved. We ate lunch and decided to shop around again. I asked her if I could drop her at the mall. I needed to take care of something that would only be boring to her. She agreed. I dropped her and made my way to the jewelry store. The ring was ready. I examined it. It was a beautiful diamond in a solitaire setting. “She’ll love this,” I said to the gentlemen who had served me the day before.
I returned to the mall and found Carly eating one of those giant pretzels. She smiled and gave me a bite.
“Did you finish your errand?”
“Yep. Ready to go home.”
“Yes. That has such a nice ring to it.” My thought was, “If you only knew.” We relaxed around the house and prepared dinner. Carly cooked something that she said she liked. I enjoyed watching and helping when I could. The meal was delicious and the conversation was relaxing. I felt like a whole person again. That which had been missing was again very much back in my life.
We prepared for bed, showering again. Carly was in bed by the time I finished toweling off. I sat on the bed next to her. I had placed the box with the ring under my pillow. “Darling, I need to ask you something.”
“Sure, Dave. Is something wrong?’
I kissed her lightly. “No. I just need to ask you something.” I leaned over, reaching under my pillow. When she saw the box, her eyes opened wide. “If you will have me, I would like for you to be my wife. Carly Bishop, will you marry me?” I opened the box. Tears welled up in her eyes. I removed the ring and held her left hand. I positioned the ring so I could slide it on her finger. I looked at her.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes.” I slid the ring onto her finger.
“I love you, Carly. And I want you to be my partner, my companion, my friend, and my lover for the rest of my life.”
She wrapped her arms around me. I pulled her into me. We held each other.
“Oh, Dave. I have wanted nothing but this for so long.” I felt her tears on my neck. “I love you. I love you with all my heart.” We ended our embrace and I looked into her eyes. “I told you that I believed in us.”
I kissed her. She kissed me. And our passion that had been bottled up for months, for years, was unleashed. There was something we needed to express to each other. The first night it was our union, our oneness that needed to be restored. Tonight, it was the desire to be together. The passion of love needed to be shared. The energy generated by the circumstances of our separation had been pushed inward, unable to be expressed. Tonight, we were free. There were no more boundaries, no more rules, no more social stigmas, no more laws that restricted our being together in this bed.
Carly pushed me on my back and rolled on top of me. We kissed long and deep. The passion grew and our breathing increased. Being able to feel each other’s bodies brought out what had been hidden. I caressed her back as she moved her body around on top of mine. She spread her legs and my hardening cock rose up between them. She moved her hips up and down, rubbing her lips against it, making it even harder. My hands reached down and caressed her ass cheeks, as they gyrated, grinding her pubic area into mine. I squeezed and she moaned.
Carly broke from our kiss and moved down. She spread her legs, opening her lips. As she moved her hips up and down, my cock slid between her lips that were now growing moist with her passion. She raised herself up, extending her arms. I moved my hands to her breasts that were hanging above my chest. I began to massage them, enjoying their firmness. I forced the areolae and nipples to extend outward. I raised my head and pulled her toward me. I opened my mouth to receive her left nipple. It was now hard and erect. My tongue flicked over it and my lips enclosed the soft, puffiness of her areola. I began to suck. I pulled as much of her breast into my mouth. It was as though I was trying to devour the full mound.
“Oh, my,” Carly sighed. “It has been so long.” I massaged and sucked, teasing her nipple, and m milking the full mound with the flat of my tongue.
I released her nipple, moving to the right breast. Again, I massaged it as my tongue danced around the areola, making wet circles. I tweaked her nipple which responded by growing more erect. I opened my mouth. Carly lowered herself into it. I sucked, licked, and milked its fullness. Her hips continued to move up and down against my cock.
“I want you,” she said with a moan. She pulled her breasts from my hands and moved down my body. She kissed my nipples and sucked lightly on them. Her tongued danced across my skin as she slowly made her way down my abdomen. As she moved, she slid her body over my stiff member.
Carly raised herself enough to move down between my legs. She folder her knees under her. Her hand grasp my cock and began stroking. She leaned forward and made a circle around the sensitive head causing me to almost cry out.
“Darling, it has been a long time.”
“Mmmm,” was her reply. She opened her lips and lowered herself down. I could feel her tongue caressing the bottom side as more went into her mouth. As she raised her head up, she continued to stroke my cock that was now wet with her saliva. She covered just the head, moving her tongue around it and across it as she stroked with her hand. She began massaging my balls with her other hand. My whole body reacted to her touch.
“Oh, Carly. Please, I can’t take this. I’m going to cum.”
She paused in her attentions and looked her. Her lips were wet with her saliva. She licked them. “No you’re not. I want allow it...yet.” With that, she moved back down, continuing to stroke me and moving her lips up and down with her hand. When she sensed that I was near a release, she paused. She squeezed my hardness at the base. This seemed to quell my intensity for the moment. After this pause, she again sucking and stroking until I was about ready to explode in her mouth.
“Darling, I’m there,” I whispered. She raised up and slid her body back to laying on top of me.
“I know. And I wouldn’t mind but I have other plans,” she said with a smile. I kissed her wet lips and my tongue darted into her mouth.
Carly pulled herself up again, extending her arms. She moved her legs from between my legs and placed one on each side. She then walked her way up my body on her knees. As she did, she moved her hands to the headboard above me. She walked her knees past my waist up to my shoulders. Then, she spread them apart even more and moved upward. Her pussy was now above my mouth. I could see her moisture. Her lips were very pink and swollen. With her legs spread so far and her on her knees, her lips were spread and her opening was gaping wide. I was able to bring my hands up and grasp her ass cheeks. I guided her down to me as she leaned toward my face. I stopped her when I was able to reach her with my extended tongue.
I raised my head and pushed my tongue between her lips. Her body flinched as I began to lick between them. I move up and down and back and forth. I pulled her lower. Her lips moved down over my waiting mouth. I pushed my tongue inside her opening. I tasted her juices. I felt the heat from her lips on my face. I made love to her with my tongue, moving in and out. She moaned and began grinding herself against my mouth. I squeezed her ass and pulled her up just enough to allow my tongue to move up to her clit. It was hard and swollen. It had slipped from the recesses of its hood and seemed to be waiting for the attention I was about to give it. I positioned my mouth over her clit and sucked it. As I did, I danced my tongue over it and made circles around it. Carly began to move uncontrollably. She was grinding herself against my mouth. I sucked and licked her clit until she was constantly moaning. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid.
“No, Dave. I don’t want to cum yet.” She pulled up. “I can’t take it anymore.” She lowered her body again, laying across me. She licked her juices from my lips and face. “Mmm,” she sighed. We kissed. Again, the passion from within the depths of our bodies began to rise to the surface.
I squeezed Carly’s ass cheek, lifting them. She raised her hips and I reached between us and positioned my cock. As she lowered herself on me, I spoke.
“Darling, I still have the condoms. They’re three years old. I don’t know how safe they are.”
She kissed me and smiled. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not a problem. I started taking the pill two months ago.” She lowered herself onto me. The full length of my cock disappeared into the depths of her womanhood.
We laid still for a few moments as we kissed. I pushed upward. She pushed downward. Then we began to move together. I was pulling out almost all the way before pushing into her a full stroke. I could feel the wetness and warmth of her inner chamber. I pushed my pubic bone against her clit. She would push herself up to meet my thrusts. I increase my speed and the force of my movements. Carly matched this with her own thrusts. She cried out as I pushed myself to the depths of her cervix.
“I’m cumming,” she said through her gasps. She pushed up, lifting her hips. Her legs stretched outward, outside my legs. I grasped her ass and pushed and pulled her into me and I thrust upward. Our pace increased.
“Oh, my, I’m cumming,” I said loudly. I moaned as the depths of my scrotum began to tighten. The volcano of my reproductive juices began to rise to the surface.
“Me, too,” she cried out. Her body shivered beneath me. “Oh, oh, oh,..” she cried. “Ahhhh,” she moaned. Her vaginal muscles tightened around my cock. Even with all the fluids that were flowing I felt her squeeze me. The spasms hit me. My cock was pulsating as the semen burst from the tip of my very sensitive cock. Wave after wave rushed into her cavity. The heat I felt from my own juices only made me more sensitive. Carly was pushing up and pulling back. Her body convulsed, her arms wrapped me. She grabbed my ass with her hands and pulled me into her.
It seemed like minutes before my spasms began to slow and ease. I knew it was only seconds, but the intensity of my orgasm made me lose any sense of time. Carly collapsed. Her muscles pulsated around my spent cock. She laid her head on my shoulder. I began to caress her back, allowing my fingertips to dance up and down her skin. Her body was hot. I could feel the perspiration between our torsos. We seemed to breath in unison causing her body to be raised up as we both inhaled. As we exhaled, we both moaned.
There were no words spoken for ten minutes. We simply laid together with her on top of me. Finally, she managed to lift her head. We were eye-to-eye. We kissed gently. I placed my hand against her face. We both expelled our breath and smiled.
“Oh, Dave,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I said back to her. We smiled. “I needed that.” She nodded, indicating that she also was in need of such release. We exchanged more than body fluids. We brought back into our existence the reality of our oneness and the passion of our love. At that moment, whatever the future held, there was a commitment that we would accept it together. Whatever challenges developed, we would find strength in one another. Whatever joys filled our lives, they would be magnified because we would share them
Carly and I contacted our families. We were married in October at a small, outdoor chapel on the lake in the height of what was usually referred to as the “leaf season.” We were surrounded by the oranges, yellows, and reds of the hardwood leaves. The green of the pines and furs dotted the shoreline. Our families were there. Cynthia gave me a hug and apologized when she first saw me. I told her I understood. All was forgiven and forgotten. There was wholeness again. There was love.
Following the ceremony, we all gathered at what was now “our” house. We had good food and plenty of laughter.
My mom pulled me aside. “Dave, she is such a lovely girl.”
I hugged my mom and said. “No mom. She is an amazing young woman.” I kissed her cheek. “And she’s going to be the mother of more or your grandkids.” I mom beamed.
At one point I was looking for Carly. I was told she had gone down to the dock. As I made my way down the hill I saw her and my dad and several of the grandkids. He was demonstrating his technique for casting a lure. Carly listened and then took the rod. She gave a cast. The lure landed two feet from the target branch. I dad was elated.
“Hey, son, I think we have the makings of a great fisherman.” He caught himself. “Excuse me, a great fisherwoman.” Carly laughed and kissed him on the cheek. He took off to play with his grandchildren, leaving the two of us on the dock looking out across the lake.
“I love you, Mrs. Carly Elliott,” I said as I pulled her into my arms.
“I love you, too, Mr. Dave Elliott.” We kissed. “So, we begin our life together. What shall we do first?”
I made a sweeping motion with my hand toward the lake. “Well, I think we’ll go fishin’” I kissed her. “I’ve learned, you never know what you’re gonna’ catch.”
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