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TINGLES TWENTY By Katharine Sexkitten I woke, in the same place I'd fallen asleep. I was wrapped in Peter's arms, my face on his upper chest, buried in his neck. His breathing was soft and gentle, his chest rising and falling in the most peaceful manner, and I could feel and hear his heartbeat. There was enough light streaming through the slats of all the window blinds to let me know it was morning. The sun was up. I could hear occasional birds chirping and squawking at each other, crows cawing in their noisy determined way. Strangely enough, it took a few moments to remember where I was, and how I ended up in this bed. I suppose normally I might have been a little concerned, waking disoriented, not knowing whose bed I had slept in, not familiar with the room, its shape, its odors, the decorations on the wall. In fact, the first sensation I could recall was the smooth coolness of the satin sheets, and since I don't own any, I knew right away I wasn't in my own bed. The comforter was huge and thick and down- filled and made my body warm, with only my head exposed to the early- morning chilly air. Peter was hot too, his skin radiating his natural warmth into me, filling me with instant and overwhelming joy. We'd fallen asleep right away, after our foursome adventure last night. What had started out as the softest most delicious kissing session between me and Jade, the absolute bar-none most beautiful special woman I'd ever known, in real life or on the Interwebby, became a far more intense sexual experience with the arrival of her Companion, the Duke, and my man, the love of my life, Peter. The love of my life. I wriggled closer to him, if that was possible, on this Sunday morning. We were in the master bedroom of the guest house. I could see clothes strewn on the floor. I saw my dress, at the foot of the bed, crumpled, and felt a pang of regret. It was a beautiful garment, lovingly chosen for me by Kara. I feared all my fun last night might have ruined it. For one brief second, a thought flashed through my brain. What will I wear to get home? My right hand, which when I'd awoken was flat on Peter's chest, began gently making circle motions, caressing his skin, softly. The prominent emotion I was feeling was of genuine love, and I wanted to convey that to him through my touch. Even asleep, I somehow knew he'd feel me, touching him, rubbing him, sending him all my positive energy and love through my skin, into his. The circles I was tracing became bigger, and wider. Soon, I was teasing the skin of his belly, and naturally further down still. As my hand swept further down, it touched something solid. And wet. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! My tingles went berserk. This amazing soul, who saw in me what I didn't know existed and made me what I am today with one simple request: to be myself, before he'd ever seen me dressed up. Somehow, with the grace of his empathy and innate tenderness, he'd seen in me the real Jessica. This man, sixty years old, just over twice my age, a life-long lover of special women, a life-long companion to special women, born with the intrinsic ability to see us, to feel our passion, to bring out of us our true femininity, was sound asleep and still gloriously hard. Morning wood. My fingers just wrapped around his cock, wet with his pre-cum. He must be having the sexiest dream, I thought, as my palm began spreading the sticky juice over the entirety of his cock head, and then down onto the shaft. Eight inches plus of man-meat, hard and pulsing with life. Pulsing for me. I rained soft kisses down on his neck, and then onto his upper chest. He murmured a 'hmmphhhmmmm' kind of noise, and I could see fluttering behind his closed eyelids, as if his eyeballs were dancing. My lips found his right nipple, and I bathed it in saliva as softly and delicately as I could, before latching onto his nub and sucking. His murmuring became louder, and I nursed from him for a few moments, while my hand, now sticky and wet from his voluminous rivulets of pre- cum, continued to stroke his shaft, and his cock head, eliciting thrums and sweet moans from deep within his barrel chest. If he wasn't having a sexy dream before, he surely was now! I knew what I wanted. I sat up, leaving the comfort of his arms around me, my body next to his, and swung one leg over him. I was still wearing a bra, and panties, and stockings, and the silky material of the hose on my thighs drove me wild with passion. My legs now on both sides of Peter, I ran my hand quickly behind me, in between my cheeks, to my pussy hole. I could feel dried cum from last night's final fuck, the Duke, around my hole, and a drop or two that hadn't quite congealed yet, so I used them as well as some of Peter's pre-cum, arched my back and pushed my ass out, and speared myself. Two fingers, up to the second knuckle. Inside me I was still wet. Well, maybe not wet, but moist. My fingers spread what liquids I had as lubrication by twisting and pulling out and then plunging back in again. To my utmost pride, my pussy opened up right away. My psyche wants it, it tells my brain, which tells my body, which immediately prepares for it. Cock. Inside me. Most importantly, Peters cock. And most importantly, I recalled a morning just a few days ago where he woke me up by sucking on my little cock, and I remember being truly affected by it. The staggering realization, as the brain stumbles alive, that you're already involved in sexual fun, your tingles are flying, your insides quivering in delight, truly impressed me. And now I was going to do the same for Peter. Reaching back with both hands, I fumbled and found his cock, hard and wet, spread my cheeks, and sat back until I felt his crown against my hole. I wriggled it slightly, from side to side, spreading more liquid while forewarning my pussy. It was about to have company. AGAIN! For one brief moment, my brain flashed on just how much of a slut I'd become, how overwhelming the urge was in me, to be filled with a man's hard throbbing cock, to be opened and spread inside, the dramatic rearrangement of my tissues and organs completing me. Sating me. Jessica Kurva. Jessica Slut. That millisecond passed, and I snapped back to the here and now. Letting my legs relax, from my knees up, allowing my ass to slink back, against his maleness, until my lips expanded, allowing in just the first small amount, feeling the delicious thrill, the sublime anticipation of what was to ensue, reveling in my tingles and their volcanic similarities. Bubbling and bursting and randomly jumping to the sky. I sat back a little more, and took him in until my ring slipped completely over the head and then naturally contracted, closing as much as I could, my hole now wrapped around his shaft, his great purplish helmet fully engulfed, inside me, inside my pussy, inside my soul. This was heaven to me, where I needed to be. Always. The fact that it was the man who was the first to encourage me to show my true self, the man I was so completely in love with, made this life-altering feeling of cock in me catapult. It hit me that while fucking was like breathing to me now, fucking this man, making love with him, was in a parallel universe, all to itself. Timeless. Sublime. Peter was still asleep, but his eyeballs were running amok under his lids, and his chest was rising and falling quickly. He'd shaved yesterday, before picking me up for our date, and while I didn't know the exact time of the day it was I assumed that it was at least twelve or so hours later, and I saw a hint of beard on his cheeks and upper lip. And it was obvious it would grow in all salt-and-peppery. "Yum," I whispered. Then I slid more of his cock into me, flexing my ass a little to adapt to the perfect angle. I felt more full, for sure, but not nearly full enough. I smiled, knowing there was so much more ahead of me. Soon to be inside of me. I was facing Peter, riding him cowgirl. I reached out my hands, and grabbed his, and lifted them until they were on my breasts, my tiny man-boobs made bigger by the exquisite quality of the bra Kara had given me. That Peter had bought for me. Instantly my mind was taken away again, to the exact same images I had in front of me, except the new me had real breasts, Angie's breasts. Or Jade's. Either one, or two, depending on how you look at it. I could see myself looking down at my lover, my large rounded teardrop- shaped tits below me, perfectly shaped and formed, wobbling slightly with my motions and breathing, my nipples cherry red and rosy and solid cylinders sticking out from my huge areolas. My heart started racing as my brain kept yelling, "YES YES YES YES!" To be on top of the man I love, as the real me, the real Jessica, with fantastic breasts, made me want to cry and cum at the same time. I slid more of Peter into me, and that's when his eyelids bolted open. In the sexiest whisper of a voice, I said, "Good morning, darling." His hands automatically started caressing my tiny bosom, his thumbs and forefingers searching for and finding my nipples, squeezing them harder than I'd expected, the jolt of sensations hitting me, shocking me. I liked it! "Mmmm," he moaned, "good morning to you as well." He started to try to sit himself up. I could tell, instantly, that he wanted to take me in his arms, press my body to his, and kiss me. I knew him well enough to know that while I finished slowly getting his rock-hard cock into my pussy that he'd be tongue-fucking me as well. But I put my hands on his chest, and gently pushed him back down. "I love you," I said, breathily, and before he could reply, I continued, "and now I'm going to make love to you. And you," I paused, sinking down on him further, "get to just lay back and enjoy." He relaxed, back against the pillows. "Yes, Ma'am." I sunk down, his helmeted head spreading me apart inside further up, the smooth velvety tissue expanding, pushing outward, squeezing back anything and everything in proximity. We both moaned. His eyes were burning into mine. I sunk back again, and stopped, letting out the longest "ahhhhhhhhh" I think I've ever made, his cock head now further into me, enlarging me as it went, making me fuller and fuller. As my whispered moan let up, I giggled, knowing that I was one good sink from having all of him, every last fucking beautiful square millimetre of his flesh, the entirety of him, buried balls-deep in my sweet pussy. I looked at him again, his gaze even more fierce. Then I nodded, letting him know. He understood. I was about to slake my hunger. I sank down on him, all the way. To the hilt. I felt as if I was now fuller and more complete than I'd ever imagined possible. The pressure of his cock inside me, everything being moved aside, all three hundred and sixty degrees, an enormous repositioning of my flesh, to accommodate his flesh, became my everything. I felt like I was radiating beams of energy from deep within me, and they were shooting out of my skin in all directions, the result of the fusion of male and female, masculine and feminine, here and now. His cock in my pussy. There can be no greater pleasure. There can be no greater glory. I began a slow sinuous bounce on him, up and down, drawing each movement out, sensuously. His cock came almost all the way out of me languidly, and then just as slowly began the journey back inside. Back home. For the next ten minutes, we were both silent. Our eyes never left the others. I simply and slowly bounced up and down on his cock, taking him in, letting him out, taking him in, letting him out. Twice he actually did slide all the way out, his cockhead wet and glistening and throbbing with suddenly being surrounded by cool air, but I instantly came back down, my pussy having a radar of sorts, finding him and sucking him back in, seductively and perhaps agonizingly sloth-like. Teasing him. Toying with him. He knew his future. And he knew I knew. It was unspoken, but it was understood. I was giving myself to him, body and soul. For as long as he'd have me. I was taking him inside me to the depths of his soul; I was both offering my pussy and taking his cock equally, with no inhibitions. This, this coupling, this sharing of bodies, this sexual congress; this is the only thing in the universe that mattered. There was nothing else. Then I heard a buzzing sound, and realized one of our IPhones was receiving a text. Peter smiled and searched around the crumpled-up sheets and comforter, his hands moving snake-like to and fro, until finally at the end of his reach, he grabbed something and pulled it up, saw it wasn't his, and handed it up to me. Continuing to weave my pussy with his cock, slowly and methodically, I tapped in my passcode and saw a text. From Angie. I touched the screen, at that moment feeling the delicate hairs of Peter's balls tickling my ass cheeks, gripping him with my ring, embedding him again to his limit inside me. I shuddered for a moment, in pleasure, and then saw her message. Whatcha doin? Never breaking my tempo or ministrations, I tapped out a reply. Riding Peter's cock. Cowgirl. You? My phone buzzed, and the screen stayed lit. YOU SLUT! Takes one to now one. Then I saw the typo, and sent: ..to know one. Peter's hands came up, and he began fondling my breasts again, from the outside in, always ending with a grip on my nipples, both at the same time, inside my bra. The second squeeze made me start riding him just a little bit faster. My tingles were ramping up again. So were his. I could tell. "Peter," I breathed out, "Jade wants to pay for my breasts," and I grunted, continuing, "with the same surgeon", and I grunted again, "and I want them. I WANT THEM!" His hands became more forceful on my boobs. Now he was fairly rage- pinching my nipples, hurtling me even faster on that razor blade between incalculable erotic pleasure and pain. "You've decided? Yes?" he asked, his voice pitching up with his excitement. "YES!" I yelled, in time with another of his forceful thrusts, his cock ramming me again, seating itself in my belly. His eyes filled with tears. "Are you going to be," he paused, to breathe in, "full-time now?" "YES! YES! Peter, I'm Jessica now, always..." I had to stop talking, our love-making sending me past 'swoon'. I was reeling, almost dizzy, from the intensity of our fucking. My phone buzzed again. Is it good? I somehow managed to text her back. The best. EVER. Peter and I began speeding up again, just one notch, nothing major. Both of us had tears in our eyes now. It was as if my declaration had given everything far more gravity. Me saying that Jessica was who I was, who I am, for now, for always, seemed to focus the emotional intentions behind everything. This was the real thing. By unspoken agreement, we'd obviously decided that a slow steady fuck, gradually building in intensity over a long period of time, creeping forward like a building earthquake, was the kind of fuck we both wanted this morning, and we were both diligently sticking to our plan. I'll let you go. I sank back down on his cock again, all the way, the 'umph' of air coming out of my lungs. I typed. Im so full of cock The auto correct didn't work. Your making me wet. You're Peter pushed himself harder into me, ramming up into my pussy, trying to bury his entire body inside mine. He held himself there, for a second or two, and I used his upward pressure to begin bouncing on him faster. I was jumping a couple of steps in our unspoken playbook. But I couldn't help it. Swirls of tingles came at me and out of me; my nipples felt like they would burst, they were so hard, as Peter pinched them, his finger and thumb like a vise grip. I still managed to type. finger your pussy My ass started landing on Peter's groin, the thud a kind of dull muted squishy sound. Harder. Now we were going good. I had a difficult time keeping a grip on my IPhone. Angie texted me back. Mmmmmmmmmmm We sped up again, the dull thud of our bodies colliding changing into a more slapping sound, not quite all the way, but far more sibilant than before. Somehow, I managed to send her a complex message, despite the fact that I was being fucked now harder and harder, faster and faster, Peter's fingers getting heavier and heavier on my nipples, the complex web of pleasure and pain shooting through me, inside, bouncing hither and yon. Rub your clit when i say so Then I typed one word, but didn't send it. Peter and I started seriously fucking. I was bouncing up and down, and he was thrusting up and down, and we weren't always coordinated, so each movement by both of us didn't always result in the expected. Sometimes I was thinking I was at the top of his cock, and would begin slamming myself down, while he was slightly pulling away, to get ready to begin a new mammoth push up, and the resulting chaotic crash of our bodies would echo and reverberate around the huge bedroom, our moans loud, and getting louder. His fingers left my nipples, and his hands slid down until they were on my hips. They gripped into me with ferocity, reminding me that he was a passionate strong virile man, and he used his strength to begin pushing and pulling on me, trying to fuck me harder, and have me fuck him harder. My left hand held my phone, awkwardly, my thumb over the send arrow in the text box. My right hand was splayed out beside me, and I was using it to keep my balance. I was applying all my weight downward, every stroke, swallowing his cock again and again, the rush of each new thrust and how full it would make me feel zinging through my soul, my entire body centered on one point. Peter's cock. Then I felt it coming. The tsunami that was going to be my orgasm. I could tell, by all the signs my body was making, it was imminent. I was churning up, the roiling burbling waters deep within me scalding hot, like a kettle, just before it has enough energy and force to blow its top. Peter was grunting aloud now, with every one of his thrusts. BANG! UH! BANG! UH! BANG! UH! BANG! UH! BANG! UH! BANG! UH! The sound of us, making love like this, the slaps and thuds and smashes of our bodies, our lungs filling and emptying through open mouths, the bouncing of the mattress below us adding to the mix with discrete little compression noises, all of it, reminded me of how love should always be, and turned me on even more. Love like ours should always be open, and free, and uninhibited, and proud. And loud. I heard it well up from deep within him, a primal moan, almost pained, as he slowly said my name, each syllable more fierce than before, each one held longer than before, building to an enormously loud and strong ending. "JESS...I...CA!! Then his eyes squished up, and the veins on his neck stood out, and his fingers began a death grip on my hips, and that was followed by my insides coming alive, erupting, faster than I'd imagined I ever could, like a bomb going off. I hit the send icon, on my one-word text to Angie. NOW! Then I dropped the phone, and my body began wrenching and wracking and feeling as if I was being hit by a freight train from inside, and as I heard Peter scream out my name again my own little cock swelled, stretching itself to the stars, and then almost painfully began pumping out spurts of my cum, in arcing white streaks, the first and most powerful landing on Peter's neck, the next lower on his chest, the third a big blob landing just above his belly button. And I was shrieking. I was just babbling sounds, loud and meaningless and completely unplanned. I was riding that wave again, my tingles so intense and so enveloping that I teetered on passing out, walking in my sexy high heels on that thin line between here and absent from class. Three more mammoth gargantuan lurches from Peter sent his cock into me harder and farther. I could feel his cum, inside me, sliding down along my inside tissue and his shaft, some of it already squeezing itself out of my ring, out of my hole, despite its death grip on his cock, and dripping onto his balls, like a slow-moving molasses. Then he shouted out a huge grunt, with all his lung power, and then every single erg of tension inside him vanished, and he plopped back to the mattress, loose and gangly, his eyes closed, his mouth open, panting, like an athlete just finished the Boston Marathon, and his body became limp. I'd done it! I'd fucked him to death! Well, almost. I collapsed, all my energy, along with my tingles, out of me, joining the cosmic life force known as pure sexual bliss. We were feeding the universal karma, my amazing Peter and I. We cuddled. He was sticky, all over his torso, from my cum, and I squished it into me as hard as I could. He found the strength to pull the sheets and comforter back over us. His occasional kisses were soft and sweet on my neck, as he held me in his huge arms, taking me from the most sexually satisfied special woman in the world to the most emotionally and romantically loved special woman in the entire cosmos. His profound love for me came through loud and clear, in the way he was holding me and caressing me. I'd never felt happier, or more complete. I heard my phone buzz. After a short while, I realized my legs were sore, so I begrudgingly allowed Peter's cock to slip out of me, followed by another stream of his cum, and I rolled to the mattress, my back to him, his arm coming around me to hold me and love me more, he turned on his side and we spooned. That amazing cock, now deflated somewhat, firmly nestled in between my ass cheeks. Exactly where it should be. We continued cuddling. He was holding me, protecting me, invigorating me, and consuming me with his passion. I absentmindedly reached out and grabbed my IPhone again, and looked at the screen. Something from Angie. Peter's head was behind mine, and slightly above. He kissed my neck, softly, and hugged me hard. "That was amazing love-making," he whispered into my ear, "my sweet darling Jessica." I murmured my approval of his thoughts, and turned my head, to gaze up into his eyes. "Will you love me more with real breasts?" He shook his head. "There's no way I could love you more than I already do." His words made me sigh, and filled me with happiness. Then a giant grin came on his face. "But I won't deny that seeing you with something similar to what Jade has would be such a fantastic bonus." Then he paused. "You're sure, about all this?" "Never more sure of anything, Peter. And you know that, in your heart. In your soul. This is who I am, now, and for always. I can never go back to how I was. I would never want to, not in a million billion years. And it was you, Peter, darling. You saw it in me. You sensed Jessica, before I did. It was you, your recognition of me, the real me, the true me, as you called it, that turned everything around in my life. I had discovered a part of me with enormous possibilities, that first night with Brad. But you, seeing me somehow, as you did, that day in the washroom at the office," I added, "that was my catalyst, my starting point. I've become all that I could ever want, darling, and I owe so much of it to you." He shook his head. "You owe me nothing, Jessica. It is I, who owe you." "For what?" Peter's face became serious, and I saw his eyes become watery. Misty. "After Josie passed, I grieved. I knew the process. I'd spent years in law enforcement, and the military. I'd seen loss, and I'd felt loss, more times than I care to admit. We would get after-action counselling, and there was always therapy available for soldiers and cops, those brave enough to admit they needed it. Sadly, most weren't that brave. But I paid attention, during all the training, and I learned. Being alone again, after so many years of happiness and companionship, I was prepared for that. All the adjustments I'd have to make, to my habits and my schedules and my time. Keep busy. That was always advised." He stopped for a moment, to consider his words. I let him tell me his story. "Anyway, I dealt with everything as best I could, but there was always a part of me, a part of my mind, that worried, that questioned, whether I'd ever find another soul mate again, whether a man as blessed and lucky as I'd been up to that point might manage to eke out some more luck, somewhere down the road. So I trudged on, as best I could. I took up the company on their long-standing offer and accepted the position of Vice President of Security. As you know, they had started small, but they were growing like gangbusters. And there were almost no controls, on the buildings, the employees, the intellectual property, the computer systems, compliance with government regs, nothing. They needed my help. I started from scratch. Hired a team, wrote policies and procedures, enacted protocols, my days were endless. It kept me busy. "Jade and Duke were worried about me, I know. They were always our best friends. I began to participate in the parties and gatherings less and less." He paused. "I didn't stop altogether, mind you, since, well, you know..." I giggled. "Since you're an incredibly horny man?" He laughed, his smile making his face glow again. "I suppose that might have something to do with it. In any event, the fact of the matter is that I didn't go back to full-time work because I needed to, financially. I'd done well, over the years, from my private consulting work with people like the Duke, and others, and wise financial decisions I made as a result of information I'd gathered over the years. Josie and I were well-off, and travelled often, which we both enjoyed. Many of those times with the Duke and Jade, by the way. They're two of the most generous people on the face of the earth, in my opinion." I thought back to all Jade had done for me, in just the last few hours. He was right. Generous beyond anything. "Yes, they are. I've never met a more giving woman than Jade." He nodded, and then his face became serious again. "I'd resigned myself to a partial loving life, a part-time sexual existence. I began to believe, over the years, that that particular kind of passionate, full-time life was over me, sharing the excitement and adventure of sexuality with someone. My partner in the world of passion was gone, and I'd more or less come to the conclusion that that world was gone for me, too." Peter paused, and fixed me in his stare, and he held it, seriously, for a few moments. And then I saw a glimmer of mirth in his eye, and the corners of his mouth curve upwards. "Until that day in the office. That day, when you walked into the boardroom. All of a sudden, it was like the clouds parted in the sky, and the sun started shining. I didn't know exactly why, but I could feel that it had something to do with you. You had a fire within you, burning. I'd never noticed it before." I shook my head. "I'd never had it before. Not until that night with Brad, at his house." "In that case," he said, "I owe Bradley the biggest thanks in the world, and a bottle of his favorite alcohol. Because without him, I wouldn't have this." He gestured at me. "I wouldn't have you." I began to tear up. Water filled my eyes. "Whatever it was that he sparked in you," Peter continued, "it jumped like a wildfire to me, the second you came through the door. I spent that whole meeting trying to come up with a discrete way of talking to you, away from everyone else. I had no way of knowing, obviously, if you felt the same things I did, but I had to find out. There was something there, something I had to get to know. That nuclear reactor that had burned in me for so long with Josie and then had gone dormant just blasted itself back into existence. Because of you." A tear dropped out of my right eye, and fell to the pillow below my cheek. I wanted to say something, but before I could even think of what it was, he started again. "Please, darling, let me finish. Seeing that little bit of blood stain on your ass, through your trousers, that, mmm, that sexy ass, gave me the opportunity. Coming into your office, I don't know if you could tell, but I was mesmerized by the feminine beauty emanating from you. I wasn't sure if you saw it, but I surely did. You were radiant." I shook my head. "I was still so new to everything, all the feelings that I was going through, new and completely out of left field. I remember that at one point I wanted something I'd never even imagined before, something so totally out of my comfort zone it scared me, but excited me more than anything in the history of the world." "What was that?" he asked. "I realized that I was wanting you to take me in your arms and hold me, and kiss me, and make me feel loved and protected and secure and adored." Peter smiled again. My phone buzzed again. "Jessica," he murmured, "that's exactly what I wanted too. To hold you, and kiss you, and comfort you." Then he paused again. "Make love to you." Tears ran out of both my eyes now, tears of absolute joy. "And now, look at us," he said, amazement in his voice. "Look at you. The most beautiful special woman in the world. Here, in this bed with me. Loving me, giving to me your soul, your spirit, your body." I smiled. "My pussy." "Yes, that too," he said, grinning, "but that's just one part of you, one aspect out of so many. You have beauty, and grace, and playfulness, and passion. Passion! You have more of that than just about anybody I've ever met. Including Josie." "Wow," was all I could say. "Jessica," he said, getting serious again, "I'm sixty years old," he paused, "older than your own father. I was blessed with decades of pure and total love, and I have no right to expect more now." He studied me, staring into my eyes, sending signals to my soul. "And yet," he continued, "I find myself here, in this bed, with you, my most beautiful and special woman, and all I can see is happiness. All I can imagine is joy, for the rest of my life, no matter how long I live." He paused again, just staring at me, my watery eyes getting worse, his beginning to tear up as well. "Jessica Kurva," he said, his voice now formal and official, "would you make me the happiest man in the world, and promise to be my Companion?" I cried out "YES!" as loud as I could and spun around, to face him, to take his face between my hands and kiss him, again and again and again and again. Rapid-fire kisses, on his lips, on his cheeks, on his chin, on his nose, back to his lips again. His hands were around me, pulling me to him, crushing me into his masculine body, reinforcing his love and desire for me. He whispered to me, emotion rising in his voice. "I'm so happy, you've made me so happy, my darling Jessica!" We hugged and kissed and hugged some more and kissed some more, neither of us wanting it to end. A few minutes later, we slowed down, our kisses soft and clinging. We hugged each other harder. My tingles revved up a notch. Then he pulled his head back a little, to look at me. I gazed up into his eyes, full of love and life and joy. "Last night," he began, "I informed the Duke and Jade that I was going to ask you, to be my Companion." Then he smiled again, from ear to ear. "God, I'm so happy you said yes." Then he kissed me again. "They both immediately demanded to host the ceremony here, at their estate. I hope you don't mind that I took them up on their kind offer, pending your answer?" I giggled. "Of course not Peter," and, kissing him slowly, I continued, "this would be the perfect place." "And," he whispered, "they've offered us this building, their guest house, as our permanent residence. Free of charge." "WHAT?" I spurted out, "free of charge? No. That's too much, that's too generous. Jade gave me the tour last evening, this place is a mansion! Sure, maybe not the size of the big house, but, oh my god, I've never lived anywhere this luxurious." I paused, because I was feeling a little incredulous. "She said it was over five thousand square feet!" Peter laughed. "Just under fifty-two hundred. Josie and I lived here for several years." I was stunned. "Oh, Peter, I had no idea." Then a thought entered my head. "Would it hurt you in any way to live here with me, after those years with Josie?" He smiled. "My god, Jessica," he said, "you're worrying about my emotions, how it would affect me, that's such a big part of why I'm so very much in love with you." I cried a little more. The biggest tears of happiness ever! "And," he said, "to answer your question, no. It wouldn't bother me, of course not. I'd be here, with you, and that is heaven indeed. And besides, it barely looks like the same place, to be honest. Jade completely renoed it after I moved out, after Josie passed. And I love what she's done with it. It's like a whole new house. It's beautiful! She has amazing taste, don't you think?" I remembered the walk, last night, holding her hand, as she led me through the rooms. This bedroom alone, the master, was bigger than my whole condo. That I still had a mortgage to pay. We heard footsteps, soft and muted and trying to be discrete, outside the bedroom suite, shuffling and moving to and fro. Then we heard what sounded like a heavy thing being placed on the floor, and then a gentle knock-knock on the bedroom door, and then feet walking away, getting quieter and then quickly fading. Peter and I began kissing, and hugging, and then kissing more. I couldn't get enough of him. I was in heaven! He'd asked me to be his Companion! And he'd already explained to me, on the drive over yesterday, what it meant. I had promised with all my heart to be with him, in soul. And in body, whenever and wherever possible. He'd made the same promise to me. And I did it with the knowledge that while I was committed to him in spirit, and he to me, that it was understood that both of us were sexual people, and both of us would continue to take advantage of sexual situations, with others, fulfilling our natural cosmic roles. We were, in a manner of speaking, dedicated to each other romantically, but free to fuck whoever and whenever we wanted. Like he had been with Josie. Like Jade and the Duke. I looked at my phone. I had two texts. The first one from Jade. The second from Angie. Jade's message said: I'm sending you two some breakfast. Which, I realized, explained the noises in the hall. I showed Peter, and he smiled. Then he kissed me once, and un-wrapped his arms from around me, eliciting disappointment noises from both of us. Then he slipped out from under the covers and walked naked to the double doors, his cock flaccid but still bigger than mine, swinging back and forth, side to side, as he walked, opening a door and getting the large tray that had been left for us, bringing it into the room and placing it on the hope chest, at the foot of the bed. I could see a coffee urn, and cups and saucers, as well as various pastries, and some fresh fruit. I smiled. She knew! Jade knew, somehow, that the two of us would end up fucking when we woke up. She knew it, instinctively, that we'd need to replenish fuel. To stoke the flames for even more love- making. She probably did the same thing with the Duke this morning, spreading her sexy legs and taking his mushroom-headed cock into her sweet pussy, giving and getting, fucking and being fucked. I truly love my tingles! As Peter was pouring us coffee, he asked who all the texts were from, the ones I kept getting while I was riding his cock. We both smiled at the mention of our activities. I told him it was Angie, filled him in on the history that she and I had, and then read the text feed to him. Including her latest message. You made me gush. I giggled, out loud, at that, and typed a reply. No, you made you gush. Sipping some fresh coffee, strong and black, not unlike my sex last night with Ricky Ray, I hummed my approval. "Yum!" I said, "thank you Jade!" Peter thanked her as well, as if she could hear us. Sliding back into bed with me, and snuggling up to me once again, Peter finished off a muffin, feeding me twice with nubs he'd pulled off, and then out of the blue, surprised me. "We should fly Angie out here, for a visit." "You think so?" I asked. He nodded. "My interactions with her at work have always been limited, so I don't really know her well. But she seems seriously sexy, based on what you've told me, and she looks seriously sexy, and..." I mock slapped his hand. "Peter," I playfully admonished, "am I not enough for you? Now you want to bed my best friend, too?" He laughed, loud and genuine. "She does have nice tits," he said, as if that was a defense. I elbowed him, pretending to be upset. He knew I wasn't. "And since you and I are both aware that I prefer my women to be special, that we could put our heads together and find someone else to show her some good times." I laughed. "You know, she did confess that she had done the lezzie thing a few times in her life, and enjoyed it. Maybe the next time Duke and Jade are having a party we'll fly her out and she can spend some quality time in the hot tub with all the other genetic girls. She might never go back to the hetero team." "You've shown me the picture of her breasts, and I've seen her in the boardroom, how she looks, how she dresses. I'm more than sure we can get her lots of cock too, if that's what she wants." We nodded our agreement at each other. "Let's face it," he added, "a blind man would take one look at her and realize she has an outstanding set of knockers." My look towards him got serious. "So will I. Soon." His gaze became more serious. "Have you thought about the drastic changes that will result in, and how they'll affect your life? Your relationship with your own family? Your friends? People at work?" I nodded, and sighed. Snuggling back into his arms again, the covers on us again, I pushed as much of my body into his as I could, wanting as much of my skin to be touching his. It gave me solace, and strength, and peace, and contentment. And it made both of us very horny. "Yeah, it's going to be weird. And challenging. My Mom will probably be okay with it, but I'm not so sure about my Dad. My brother and sister will both be alright with it, I'm pretty sure, after getting over the shock. I don't have a whole lot of friends, per se, so I'm not worried about that. And work, well..." He kissed my neck. "We're a large corporation, Jessica. There are very basic policies that welcome diversity. You can present yourself in any way you see fit, and there'll be no backlash. You know that." I nodded. "I know. But there will be talk, behind my back. I'm not being na?ve." Then he got a look in his eye. I couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking, but it gave me the impression that it might be naughty, of all things. "Jessica," he whispered, "your time is yours to decide, that's the basic philosophy of life, and as my Companion that won't change. Work when and where you want. If you're happy, then I'm happy. But, know this," he said, smiling and pulling me closer to him, kissing me softly on the nose, and then my lips, "obviously; as I've told you, I have plenty of money. I've had a lot of good fortune, through the Darlings, meeting people in all walks of life and businesses, and made a great many investments over the years based upon solid advice and counsel. I haven't had to work for years and years, to be honest. Coincidentally," he paused, looking at me seriously, "the Duke asked me last night if I'd be interested in going back into part-time contract work, high-level consulting, not just for him, but also for some other ventures that he knows about, people who trust his judgement. It would mean a great deal of travel, flying here and there, over the next few months. Great Britain, France, Italy, to name a few places. The money's also really good," he added, "although as I mentioned, I don't need it." I kissed him. "So, what are you saying, my dear Companion?" He cleared his throat. "Why not, um, why not quit your job?" "Quit my job?" "Yes," he said, and smiled. "Travel with me, see the world, stay in the finest hotels and private resorts, shop for sexy clothes until your feet give out, do whatever your heart desires wherever we are while I'm working. Then, when I'm not working," he paused, his look getting seriously flirty, "we can make love all over the world." I giggled. "Sell your condo, pay off your mortgage. You still have one, I assume?" I nodded yes. "I'll sell my condo, we'll move in here, and make our lives together. We can use this amazing place as our home base, in between jetting to the tropics for sun and fun and fucking on the beaches, or skiing in the alps, and fucking in front of a roaring fire, or attending La Scala to see an opera, the Louvre, Amsterdam, wherever we want! There are Darlings chapters all over the world, and we will visit every single one of them if you want! We can live, Jessica! Can you imagine?" And the answer was yes, of course, I could imagine. But could it really happen to me? "Jessica," Peter continued, his voice calmer and serene, "all I ask is that you think about these things. You don't have to make any decisions today. We have the rest of time to determine where we're going, as long as we get there together. As Companions." Then he kissed me again, softly, longingly, taking my breath away. As he did, he gently rolled us, so he was more on top of me, my man, my sexy romantic man covering me with his strength and love and passion. The kiss became harder, his tongue slipping between my lips and overpowering mine, and my entire body quivered and shook, and I moaned up into his mouth, and I realized that his fantastic cock was getting hard again. For me. My tingles flew like a 747. On the wings of ardor. We kissed for a few minutes more, his cock getting harder and harder, getting squeezed in between his body and mine. I was moving my hips up and down, rubbing my little cock against him. And as sure as I knew anything, I knew what my decisions were. I broke the kiss, surprising him. "Peter," I whispered, "my answers are yes, yes, and yes." He smiled, like a kid who just found out he was getting his favorite meal for his birthday. And his favorite cake too. "Yes, I'm moving in here with you. Yes, I'm quitting my job. Yes, I'll travel with you, as Jessica full-time all over this planet, and live that life, as long as you promise to make love with me every chance you get." His expression almost made me cum. If complete personal, emotional and sexual satisfaction has a look, it was on Peter's face. "Now," I continued, "there's just one more issue to discuss, about our Companion ceremony, before you fuck me again, here, in our soon-to-be new bed." "And that would be...?" He seemed concerned, his mind perhaps running rampant. "Does Kara do wedding gowns? Because I'm wearing white, mister, you had better believe that! And I should warn you, I am developing expensive tastes in clothes lately!" He laughed outright, then leaned down and kissed me. "You, sweet Jessica, can have any gown you want. As long as I get to take it off of you." I giggled. "In front of everyone, or after the ceremony?" He smiled. "Either or. After all, a thrill is a thrill!" I FUCKING LOVE MY TINGLES! THE END