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SAMANTHA’S NEW LIFE: CHAPTER FOUR: DECISIONS

The decision about my future was easy to make. It had been decided the night before, but Nick had insisted that a decision like this, with the ramifications and implications this entailed, could not be made under the potential influence of a moment. His wish for me was to be the happiest he could make me, but his greatest fear was that his obvious desire to make me happy might unduly influence me. This decision had to be mine and it had to be made in the harsh light of day, away from the impulse and sway of our contact.

His insistency of how and when the decision should be delayed and made, had little effect on what I wanted. I was sure of my desire last night. Taking away the emotional element of that moment and forcing the consideration in the light of day didn’t change the end result. We had professed our love. Regardless of how society might look upon that profession, a mother and son in love beyond our natural relationship and into that of lovers, it was true in my heart. Nick was someone I could truly give myself to, unconditionally and unwaveringly. Nick was that strong and confident man I could trust to lead, challenge, and care for me.

I was dressed in a sundress with a full skirt and thin shoulder straps. The top was fitted for support, eliminating the need for a separate bra. Besides my low heels, my only other clothing item was a pair of bikini panties. It was just afternoon and it was already warm enough for this dress and it was still early spring. After Kansas, this was like paradise.

I backed the car out of the garage, then walked to check the mail for Nick. On the way to the cul-de-sac and the mailbox, I heard Jane Mathers calling. Jane and Tom lived across the cul-de-sac and had three of the k**s in the neighborhood. I walked into the middle of the circle to meet Jane.

“Hi, Jane. Do you have the day off or are you lucky enough to stay home with the k**s?”

Jane chuckled with her response, “I like the way you put that, ‘lucky enough’. I did work for a while but it became such a hassle when the k**s came.” She chuckled, again. “So, yeah … I guess I am lucky enough …”

“Jane, maybe you can help me. I saw a little boutique that seemed to be a shop for intimate wear. But, I am not sure where I saw it, but it seemed to be down on the main drag.”

Her eyes sparkled. “You mean, Sharon’s Boutique? That’s a wonderful shop …” She looked at me intently and took another step closer as though there might be anyone to over hear us. “Are you two getting …”

I smiled at her. “It’s complicated. You know we go way back. You might say we always knew each other deeper than romantically. We’ve stayed connected, though. He thought … maybe … we should.”

“And …”

“And … I want him to understand how I feel about it.” This time I looked around. “I thought if I met him at the door tonight in one of those gowns … well, there wouldn’t be any doubt in his mind.”

She surprised me by taking me into a tight hug in the middle of the cul-de-sac. “Good.” She looked me in the eye, her whole face smiling. “Good!”

I felt like I had just gotten the official approval from the neighborhood welcome committee. If they only knew … I guess Nick’s insistence that I not be boxed in by the ‘mom’ title was going to pay off.

I found my way to the main entrance to the community with only having to turn around once. These curving streets and cul-de-sacs made getting around confusing unless you knew where you were going. Residents didn’t have a problem and outsiders struggled.

I found the boutique right where Jane said I would. A small upscale strip mall on the north side of E. Snyder Road. It was at the far end of the strip and the windows and door were discreetly and tastefully covered with frosted glass patterns. The name above the door identified the shop as Sharon’s Boutique and advertised as ‘Apparel for Your Intimate Times’. It left little question in my mind. The hours were marked on the door, otherwise it might be difficult to tell if the Boutique was even open.

I pulled the door and it opened into a sizeable boutique. It was deceiving from the outside. The inside encompassed more of the building than it appeared from the outside. Straight ahead of me was a wall about seven feet tall and extending about half the width of the store, but centered in the store width-wise. In front of that wall was the check-out stations and counters for smaller items. The front half of the store was devoted to lingerie that was not completely risque, dresses to be worn in public, and miscellaneous accessory items like hosiery, underwear, and shoes. I was a little disappointed. I had planned on finding something that would be much more obvious and daring.

I moved to the right side and wound my way through racks of items, making my way to what would be in the back of the store. Maybe the store was divided this way to allow more discretion for the racier items. Along the way, I was met by an attractive middle aged woman. She introduced herself as Sharon, informed me that she was the owner and that the handsome younger man hanging new inventory was her son, John. She asked if there was anything she could assist with. I hesitated and quite possibly blushed as well. I had a plan, but did I really want to explain it to a stranger? But, I found myself doing just that, explaining how I was looking for a nightgown that would set an image of sophistication while still being enticing and obvious. This was to be a special night and I wanted to set a very special mood from the first moment he laid eyes on me after work.

There were three other women looking around this section and she steered me to an area, asking me questions: lust or love, love; long-term or fling, definitely long-term, a commitment; encourage sex or just arousal, definitely sex; blatant or erotic, I thought about that and settled on erotic.

She said it was largely in the presentation of the entire ensemble. She showed me some sheer baby dolls and showed how they would have to be worn with panties because of their short length if it wasn’t to be blatant, but it could still be sophisticated with thigh-high stockings and heels. She showed me some floor length gowns that had a single closure, also sheer, but somewhat covered the body until you walked.

It was then that a young woman walked up to us. Sharon smiled at her and introduced us. The woman’s name was Helen Hawkins and seemed to know Sharon very well. Helen indicated that she couldn’t help but overhear and wondered if I could use an outside recommendation. I agreed. She led us over to a rack of floor length gowns, pulled various ones off and held them up to me until she was satisfied she had the right size. She asked about color, but she recommended white. With a wicked smile, she said, “A virginal color and very enticing.”

She selected the right one, gave it to me, and said, “Go try it on.” She pointed to the changing room not 10 feet away. My reaction was to be shocked, but she was so casual about it. My feet moved to the changing room but my brain was in neutral. I unzipped the dress and pulled it over my head. I stood in the tight room with the narrow mirror in my low heels and panties. I put on the gown, looked for the closures and only found one, a tie just under my breasts. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. The bodice was made of lace, but I could still make out my nipples in the sheer lace material. The rest of the gown was a sheer material that seemed virtually transparent. The folds of the material provided some distortion, but what was underneath was visible.

From outside the room, I heard Helen, “You are coming out to show us, aren’t you?”

“No!”

“Yes! How else are we able to help you? You’re going to display it for your lover …”

“Well, you aren’t my lover …”

I heard a mumble, “Yeah, well … maybe that could change …”

Then I heard Sharon admonishing her, “Helen, behave! You’ll scare her off.”

I took a deep breath and opened the louvered door slightly and peeked out, “It is safe to come out?” I received assurance that it was. I opened the door and stepped out. Helen stood with her hands on her hips and ordered me to take the panties off. I did, almost without thinking about it. I was standing in a strange shop in a sheer nightgown, completely naked underneath. Standing still in front the large mirror on the wall, the gown closed in front. Although it was sheer, it provided the sense of coverage. Helen then took my hand and led me about 15 feet into the store. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, nearly naked and being led deeper into the store. Then she turned me around and I was still facing the mirror. She instructed me to walk to the mirror. It seemed like a simple request, but the image was amazing. Standing still, the gown gave the illusion of coverage, but walking, the gown separated and one leg, then the other was fully exposed as the gown gave way with only the closure at my breast. But, more important visually, was that my pussy was fully exposed as I walked. I stopped in front of the mirror and saw it again close around me. I studied the image in front of me and thought about tonight if I wore this gown, how it would part and fully expose me below my breasts unless I purposely closed it around me. What an enticing image it would present to Nick during dinner.

“I’ll take it.”

Sharon smiled, “Anything else you might need?”

I smiled into the mirror as I gazed at my image and then at Helen and Sharon behind me in the mirror, “We’ll be back. When he sees me in this … oh, yes, he’ll definitely want to come back.” There were understanding looks from everyone, an immediate understanding of the desires of men.

Back home … wow, this is going to be ‘home’ … I run inside to get the arrangements started for dinner. I got the meal started, baked chicken, rice, and green beans. I had a nice white wine for the dinner. Then I went to the master bedroom to shower and get ready. It was larger, a nicer shower, bigger mirror, and room to judge my preparations. I cleaned the hair from my legs, underarms, and pubic area. I felt as smooth as I could get it. It felt so good and I couldn’t wait for Nick to feel the same thing when he stroked me for the first time as a lover. I paid special attention to my hair and nails, both fingers and toes, then lay out the gown, heels, and the necklace. The only items I would be wearing when he arrived and all through dinner. I got goose bumps just imaging it happening for real. The closer the time came, the more exciting it became. It was one thing to imagine and plan something like this, but entirely different and more exciting as the actual time approached.

I couldn’t have been more energized and excited about this next step, however. Part of my reaction was simply because it had been my imagination and desire to do this crazy thing. He had only asked that we give ourselves a 24 hour cooling off period to think about this big step. A simple, ‘Yes, let’s go out for dinner and talk about it’ would have been sufficient and, probably, expected. Instead, I have a nice dinner ready, wine, the dining room set formally for us to enjoy. Then, I took the step to take away any doubt about the sincerity of my answer. I was going to meet him dressed only in a nearly see-through, floor length, fly-away white nightgown. It tied at a single point just below my breasts. The bodice was sheer lace and close examination showed my nipples. Close examination wasn’t required to see anything about me below the bodice. And when I moved, the front opened, gapping from my breasts to the floor. I wore a string of fake pearls around my neck, hanging invitingly between my breasts. The only other thing was a pair of white 4 inch heels. I never felt so naked while still wearing something. It took some talking to myself not to put on the white lace thong that came with the gown.

That young woman in the shop was so confident and sure of herself. What was her name? Helen … Helen Hawkins … she insisted that the best way to wear this gown was without the thong. She had said it was her favorite way. She seemed so young and innocent, but clearly she had experience.

The other aspect of my excitement, though, was the ramifications for my future and, hopefully, Nick’s. For me it was like a new opportunity at life, a new beginning to make my life what Nick says I should always have had. To me, it was like a chance at rebirth, a chance to re-enter this world with a new hope, outlook, and anticipation. It was as if he was giving me the chance at rebirth into a new life of love, caring, protection, and understanding. Things I have never really felt or been given throughout my life. Except for Nick. Even when he was a k**, he was the one looking out for me, encouraging me, telling me how much I could give someone, if I just found the right someone.

Now I have found the right someone … and, it is the same person who has been there for me all this time. He is the one someone who I believe can truly set me free, to allow me to grow and expand my being into what I am. He is the one who can show me what that is, what I can be. And he will do it while protecting me, caring for me, but even more, loving me. Now, I was about to …

I heard the garage door motor start and pull the door up. I checked the dinner one last time. Everything was ready and would stay warm for a while longer. I picked up the two drink glasses, put two ice cubes in each, and splashed a double shot into each of his favorite bourbon. Then, I stepped to the edge of the kitchen area where he would see me as he came in through the laundry room from the garage.

When he stepped in, he was about to call out to me when he saw me standing there, nearly naked in that gown and heels, a drink held in each hand. He dropped his backpack on the floor and came up to me, standing only inches from me. From a distance, he could have looked at me, devoured my nakedness with his eyes. But, he came to look deeply into my eyes. He didn’t even take one of the drinks, he put his hands on my shoulders … and looked into my eyes, a smile slowly forming on his mouth.

“This is your answer?” His smile growing at the realization of what this meant.

I think I might have been blushing. I felt like I was. “Do you have any question about my answer, Nick darling? Yes, this is my answer. I want to be your lover. But, even more, I want to be your partner in life. I want to love you that way and I want you to love me that way. Can you have me that way, Nick?”

“Yes!! Oh, God, YES!” There was no hesitation in his answer or his reaction. From the moment he saw me standing in front of him, waiting for my answer to be understood, his reaction was obvious. But, I need to hear him say it. “Yes, I want you in those ways and every way we can come up with. Mom, you don’t know how I have thought about this, guilt ridden at the very thought, but the thought never left me.”

He took me in his arms, my arms held out to the side, still holding our drinks. Then he took one of the drinks from me, freeing one of my hands. He put his free hand behind my head and pulled me into a kiss. My free hand went behind him, pulling his body into mine. God, how I wanted to feel him against me, not as a mother, but a love crazed, lusting woman.

He released me after what had to have been a full minute long kiss. Doesn’t seem long? Try it!

He took a step back. Just far enough to look at me, but not so far that our hands weren’t still together. And look at me he did. From top to bottom. He was definitely close enough to see my nipples between the lace. He dropped my hand and parted my gown in front, gazing at my nakedness underneath. He looked between my legs and a thin smile formed. He looked up at my eyes and I give him credit for that. He took my hand, again, and led me into the family room and we sat on the sofa side by side. He kissed me, again. His hand went inside my gown and stroked my naked side and hip.

He removed his hand and presented his glass for a toast. “To our new life.” We clinked glasses and took a sip. We talked about our days and mostly I listened to what happened in his day. And that made me very happy.

I stood, took his empty glass, and told him to sit at the dining room table. I brought the food to the table, but his eyes weren’t on the food I had spent hours preparing. His eyes followed my body as I moved back and forth from the kitchen to the table until everything was in place. I poured each of us some wine. As I stood next to him, pouring wine into his glass, his hand parted my gown again and slid up my bare thigh to my ass and up to my lower back. My breath caught in my throat and a soft shudder went through my body, and a sigh escaping my mouth.

“You’re beautiful, mom! I love his look.” I bent over and kissed him lightly on the lips and his hand found its way around my thigh and touched my pussy lips. I shuddered harder this time, but straightened up and moved to my side of the table, his hand sliding down my thigh as I turned away. His eyes followed me and as I sat down, adjusting the gown over my legs for the faintest bit of modesty, his face was a lusty smile. “Is this a one-time thing because of the answer to my proposal? Or, might I be able to experience this again sometime?”

I could feel the blush spread over my face, neck, and upper chest. I wanted him to have me any way he wanted me. I wanted him to tell me what he expected, what he wanted from me. I wanted him to expect that any want or desire of his would be immediately and willingly complied by me. I wanted to be his and for him to know it and believe it. But, that might take some time to develop, his concern now was me, making sure I was loved, safe, and supported. The rest would come, I hoped.

“Nick, you asked for my answer and I have given it to you. You know that I want this completely, I want to love you with all my soul. I will ask this only this one time and then I will trust you until you tell me otherwise. I need to hear that you also want this, that you want me even though I am older and … and your mother.”

He smiled the softest, sweetest smile I have seen. His eyes focused only on mine. “Remember, I am the one who suggested this, who asked for this. You have been my ideal. You are the woman I want; the woman I need. Your age has nothing to do with us and nobody else seems to have considered it since you have been here. As for you being my mother and me your son … well, we will have to be careful around others, but I like the idea of my mother, my lover, and my partner with me at all times. Any more concerns?”

“Yes, just one … I wonder if you would mind terribly if we ate our meal cold?”

He must have had the same concern. This would have been a very difficult meal the way I was feeling. He pushed his chair back, came to me, and took my hand. I rose from my chair and he engulfed me into his arms, his lips on mine, his tongue tracing along my lips until I hungrily parted them to suck his tongue into my mouth. His hands went inside my gown and he stroked my back and butt, pulling me into his groin. I could feel his hardness pressing back into me and I groaned as I pressed back against him. My head spun and I held onto him tightly. This really was real! I was going to feel his body naked against mine, feel his hard body against mine, and feel him inside me. As if it was bringing us full circle in our lives. He was inside me at his birth into this world and that birth had changed me at such a tender young age. Now, after all my trials, mistakes, poor decisions, and problems, him inside me again was going to be another birth of sorts, but this time a rebirth, this time for me to begin anew, this time with real love, without the mistakes, trials, and poor decisions. Now, he would be here to lead me, to guide me, and to protect me. Was it too much to want? No, it was only what he offered to me, what he asked to be able to provide to me because he wanted me to experience freely and safely what could be mine … and his. I got dizzy for a moment. A swoon? Did I actually swoon in his arms at the very thought of what my life was going to become? He felt it too, because he bent over, slipping an arm behind my knees, he lifted me, my arms still around his neck. He carried me out of the dining room and down the hallway as if I weighed nothing at all, as if it were the most natural thing to be doing. He was carrying me to his bed … carrying his lover to his bed.

Entering his room, I put my lips to his, sealing the moment in a kiss I wanted to remember forever. What might have been was broken, however. What might have been a tremendously romantic moment became nearly comical. My kiss blinded him, now moving on instinct and memory of the repetitive times he has enter this room in the light, in the dark, and quite drunk. This time, however, his foot caught the rug at the foot of the bed, his balance thrown, and my weight in his arms aiding in magnifying the power of gravity. It was as if he gave up trying to stop the fall and instead he rotated so he was backing into the bed, falling with me on top of him. We bounce slightly, but not as much as might have been truly comical. I was laid out on top of him, his arms now around me and my legs on either side of him. For the briefest of moments, my face registered the stunned surprise that I felt. I looked down at him, about to ask if he was alright when he burst in embarrassed laughter.

He quickly stopped laughing and gazed up at me, his breathing still quick from the rush of the fall. “So much for a romantic entrance.” His eyes shifted from my smile, down my body, and stopped where I was sitting on him. My eyes followed his and I saw, remembered, that the gown had flown open, parting at my breasts and my bare groin spread over his mid-section. When I looked back up, he was looking into my face with wonder. “God, you’re beautiful! Tell me, again, that this is for real. I don’t want this to be just the most wonderful dream I could possibly have …”

I put two fingers to his lips. “This is real. If it is a dream, we are both having the same dream and I don’t ever want to wake up. I am really here with you, to love you, to be whatever you want me to be; I am here for you to love.”

I didn’t move. But, I tugged his polo shirt from his Dockers and wrestled it up his body and over his head. I leaned over and kiss first his nipples, then his lips. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of him on my lips, his lips, his body, his … anything.

I slid down his body and knelt at his feet. When he started to sit up, I pushed him back down. My fingers opened his belt, then his pants, and unzipped his fly. My lips went to the outside of his underwear, finding and rubbing his cock, pleased that it was hard and ready. I shifted to his shoes and socks, removing each and tossing them behind me. My hands moved up his thighs, to his crotch, stoking his hard cock from the outside before moving to the top of his pants and underwear. I leaned forward to kiss his bare stomach. I felt the muscles of his stomach. I put out my tongue as I start pulling his remaining clothes off. He raises his hips to assist and as his clothes moved smoothly from his body, my tongue traced the path, touching each new bareness as it is exposed to me. I don’t even notice that I am holding my breath as my tongue traces more and more bare skin of my son’s body. When the head of his cock comes into view, standing hard and proud before my eyes, my lips go it without a moment’s hesitation. After kissing the head, I open my mouth to take it in and only then realize my shortness of breath as I suck in a long gasp of air with his cock. I pull back with his cock in my mouth, pulling his cock vertical, then releasing it with a slap against his abdomen.

As I pull his pants and underwear from his legs and feet, my gaze remains on his beautiful cock. All day, knowing what my decision was always going to be, I have wondered what his cock would look like, how it would feel, how it would taste. I admit to being surprised at the sight. Not that it is huge but nice, it is probably seven or eight inches in its straining size now, but he is hairless … like me. The thought makes me smile as I move up to again engulf him in my mouth.

I feel a tugging on head and hear a plead, “I want to be inside you, really inside you …”

I pump my mouth down and up on his cock several more times, then reluctantly raise my head and allow his cock to slip out of my mouth. I look down at it, wet with my saliva, it is moving on its own, flexing and twitching, I can see his need in the way his cock is straining, jerking. I move up his body, my legs on either side of him as I climb onto the bed over him. My fingers work the tie below my breast and I open it, shrugging it off my shoulders and down my arms. I sit over his cock, my wet pussy in contact with his glistening manhood and I feel it jerking under me. I use my hands to cup my breasts, lifting them while looking into his eyes.

“Yes, you can have me the way you want me. But, someday, sometime soon … you WILL cum in my mouth.”

He mutters, “Oh my god, yes!” Then he takes my shoulders and turns me over, rolling me off him and onto my back. He is fully on the bed and between my legs that have splayed open as I was rolled over. He leans over me, his chest barely touching my nipples, his eyes looking deeply into mine. “But now … right now … right this instant …” and he moves forward only inches, but those few inches penetrate my pussy with the head of his cock. “But now we will make love. I want you to know what a man can give to a woman when they are truly in love and care only for each other.” And, with a shift in his weight, he slid the rest of his cock deeply into me in a long, smooth stroke.

My mouth opened wide into a scream of ecstasy that never made it out. My head rolled back and my eyes rolled into my head. When I felt his groin mash into mine, when I felt him as deeply into me as I believed he could possibly be, a moan slowly crawled out of my mouth from deep inside my throat and soul. Forget all the times I had been taken and fucked, forget all the times of abuse and use, forget it all; I was being loved, he was giving me his love and devotion and I was wanting it and responding in kind with my own.

And, that’s all there was; my mouth opened wide, again, my eyes flashed open and stared into his eyes, and I cried out. “I’m CUMMMMM … mmmminnnnngggg!!” I thought he was desperately in need as I sucked him … it was me in desperate need and I didn’t realize it. With only those few bits of contact, my body erupted … exploded. I could feel him inside me as if he had grown immensely, simply from the intense contractions of my pussy around him, convulsing around him as my body was racked by jolts of pleasure colliding through me.

I hadn’t realized that he had slowed his movements to a bare crawl as my body was rocked by my orgasm. As my focus returned and my mind became aware of what had happened, he was still above me, his weight supported by his arms and knees as he moved gently and smoothly in and out of my still contracting pussy. He leaned down and kissed my lips, smiling with his eyes to mine. I gave him my response; I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips and clamped my ankles together, raising my body to his. His eyes shifted from the gentle smiling to intense and I could see the loving lust he held for me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his head to me, crushing our mouths together in a kiss I wanted to last. In the next instant, he pulled his cock back, nearly outside of me, then rammed it to the hilt back into me. I gasped into his mouth and knew I would be having another intense orgasm soon. This time, I prayed he would be joining me, that this time it would be the two of us joined together in a wondrous climax.

That’s exactly how it happened. As I was trying to divert my mind, trying to imagine my body holding off my orgasm, I felt him jerk inside me and it seemed that he swelled, then the first shot of his cumming … I felt him cumming inside me, adding to the wetness. And, my pussy clamped down hard around him in response, the signal of my own release. I cried out into his shoulder, gasping as jolt after jolt of orgasmic pleasure ripped through my body, all the while feeling his cock empty his seed into me, again and again.

My eyes flitted open to eventually come to focus on the ceiling fan slowly turning above me. My right shoulder felt pinned to the bed. I turned my head, cobwebs still making my brain fuzzy. My eyes came to rest on Nick’s eyes watching me, a welcome smile across his face and in his eyes. I smiled back to him without an effort on my part. His head was resting on my right shoulder, the fingers of his right hand toying with my left nipple. His fingers traced a ticklish path to my right nipple.

“I hope you don’t mind … my touching you, I mean. I’m going to want to spend a lot of time becoming very familiar with every part of your body.”

My answer was simple, I rolled into him, my lips taking his, my left leg dr****g over his hip, pulling us together. I could have easily remained right there, in bed, in his arms, tightly holding him. But, I also some other ideas for tonight …

I untangled us and slid off the bed, pulling him by the hand as I did. I led him naked out the bedroom and down the hall. Once at the entry, I pointed to the dining room and instructed him to turn the light off and to light the candles. I got two towels from the closet and covered our chairs, then took up the serving dishes, placing each in the microwave for a few minutes each to warm them. He was refilling the wine glasses as I returned.

I looked at the dining room window a little nervously. “I think we need either heavier sheers or a second layer of sheers for times like this.”

His glass was nearly to his lips when he stopped and pulled the glass away. “Then … you’re thinking there could be more meals like this?”

“Well …” I smiled devilishly at him over my own wine glass. “Both of us naked would be up to you, but … if you liked me greeting you like I did tonight …”

He put his glass out toward me and we clinked our glasses. I took that as approval.

A semi-formal dinner naked was an interesting experience. We ate, we talked, we laughed, but our eyes frequently moved from the face across from us to other parts of the body. Our talk became comfortable and casual quickly, but there was a definite undercurrent of mutual expectation for more sharing of our bodies later.

I looked up towards the end of dinner. He was just watching me. His plate was cleaned and he was watching me, his elbows on the table, as I finished the last bits of the meal. I didn’t know if I was slower or that I had talked more. His gaze was mostly on my eyes and mouth, but every now and then drifted down to my breasts. It felt like I blushed at the unabashed attention he gave me. But, I like that he liked what was before him. It did cause me to become self-conscious and quiet, though.

Then, he became serious. From lightness to serious. “Do me one favor, mom. Promise me that we will always be fully and completely honest with each other. I don’t mean that we tell each other everything unfiltered. All human interaction requires thoughtful consideration before expression. But, what I mean is that we share our desires, our wishes, our hopes, and our expectations. That we are honest about things that happen to us and that we want to have happen to us.”

“Like when I told you I want to have you cum in my mouth.”

“Yes! And, so you know, I want to make you cum with mine, too.” He reached out for my hand and I gave it to him. “I feel like we will be moving fast, maybe making up for lost time, but I don’t want us to assume when a simple question or comment would have clear up intentions.”

“Then, here’s what I would like to have happen: we clear the table, put the leftovers in the refrigerator, dump the dirty dishes in the sink, and you take me back to your bed to do whatever you want with me.”

“Our bed. From now on, this is your house, that is your bedroom and bed. The day after tomorrow you are scheduled to fly back. I want to reschedule a few things, schedule a couple days off, and fly back with you. We’ll pack your belongs with a U-Haul and bring you home.”

I stood up and walked around the table to meet him as he stood. I went into his arms and melted into his body. “That would be the answer to my dreams.”

He did take me back to bed, our bed, and we both lasted longer this time. Is the first time always the best? Somewhere I heard or read that. The first time of making love with your love is always the best. I can attest that it isn’t true.

* * CHAPTER FIVE: GUILTY PLEASURE will follow * * Thanks for reading.