Meeting Karen
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Courtship By ProxyChapter 9: Karen free porn video
Kyle rose from the couch, removed his smartphone from his jacket pocket, plugged an auxiliary cable between it and the in-room stereo, and then turned to her.
“You mentioned coming to see me in the hospital after I was injured, and had I known you were there, I probably would have given you a copy of this song then. You already know that I had been shot six times, with my body armor stopping all but the one that hit below it. The doctors predicted that the damage to my muscle tissue would heal without any issues and that I would recover completely. The three broken ribs hurt the most.”
“Karen, my initial reaction to the prognosis of my injuries depressed me. I remember thinking that since you seemed to loath my very existence, I had missed a perfect opportunity to give you closure with satisfaction.”
Karen gasped, “Oh god Kyle, no!”
He ignored her and continued, “One of my nurses was a country-western fan and frequently played her favorite songs while she was giving me baths, changing my dressing, or making my bed. One Billie Dean song that I heard struck a nerve with me, and I asked her for a copy of it. I have this burnt to a CD, already in an envelope to mail to you. I have almost sent it to you hundreds of times, but now that we’re here, would you listen to it with me as we dance?”
Karen looked confused, but took his hand and rose into his arms. “I told you that once you admitted your love for me that the word ‘no’ would be stricken from my vocabulary where any request from you was concerned.”
Kyle selected a song and hit ‘play’.
As the lead-in music filled the room, Kyle pulled Karen to him and began to lead her around the furniture.
You made up your mind it was time it was overAfter we had come so far.
I think there’s enough pieces of forgiveness
Somewhere in my broken heart.
I would not have chosen the road you have taken,
It has left us miles apart.
I think I can still find the will to keep going
Somewhere in my broken heart.
So fly. Go ahead and fly,
Till you find out who you are.
And I, I will keep my love unspoken
Somewhere in my broken heart.
I hope that in time you will find what you long for.
Love that’s written in the stars.
When you finally do, I think you will see
It’s somewhere in my broken heart.
Girl, I, I will keep my love unspoken
Somewhere in my broken heart.
I hope that in time you will find what you long for.
Love that’s written in the stars.
When you finally do, I think you will see
It’s somewhere in my broken
Somewhere in my broken
Somewhere in my broken heart.
When the music stopped, they stood to hold each other for several minutes without speaking or moving. Karen pulled back so that she could look up into his eyes. They remained in place several moments longer just relishing the emotions evident in one another’s eyes. Finally, Karen spoke.
“Will you make love to me Kyle?”
“I would love nothing more,” he told her, “but that will depend on a decision that you will be asked to make a little bit later.”
Karen was about to object when she considered how patient Kyle had been with her. She simply smiled and said, “I’m yours whenever you’re ready Kyle.”
Kyle leaned down and kissed her, but this time it was not a quick affectionate kiss. This time it was the bonding kiss of two lovers reuniting their passion for one another and it lasted for minutes. Karen was visibly shaking as their lips parted.
“Kyle, you just caused me to have an orgasm with your kiss,” she whispered as they broke apart.
“Are you serious?” he asked.
She took his hand and placed it between her legs. Shuddering from his touch she allowed him to feel the moist evidence of her experience.
“Impressive,” he said.
“Yes, you are,” she agreed. “That time you kissed me as Tara right after we stripped and dressed each other was the first time your kiss caused me to orgasm. I’m glad to know it wasn’t a fluke.”
“We have dinner reservations for a half-hour from now,” he told her. “I really want to share this with you Karen if you don’t mind joining me.”
“You made reservations for us?” she asked in surprise.
“I made reservations for myself and a guest. Not knowing the identity of Bubbles at the time, I couldn’t use the oldest trick in the book and make the reservations in your name,” he teased.
Caressing his face and smiling with adoration she told him, “I guess I’m going to have to work on your tradecraft.”
Handing her panties to her he said, “I guess you will. Will you join me?”
“With absolute and most reverent enthusiasm,” she told him as she took the offered garment from him and proceeded to get dressed.
“Wonderful. I’m going to call the valet and have my car pulled to the front so we won’t have to wait. Do you need anything to prepare for dinner?”
Karen walked to the bedroom closet, opened the doors and indicated her luggage within. “I just want to wash my face real quick and then I’ll be ready to accompany you. I picked up a change of clothes for you and a few other necessities so you won’t be needing anything either. I thought it would be better to buy you the things you might need rather than to freak you out by getting stuff from your house without you knowing.” She shot him a mischievous grin.
Kyle laughed and said, “You continue to intrigue me, and I don’t want it to ever stop.”
“I’ll do my best sweetheart. Excuse me for a minute while I powder my nose and then I’ll be ready to go.”
“Okay,” he said, “but remember that you are on the sixth floor and there is no window in the bathroom. I will be blocking the door to the hallway so you won’t be able to pull one of your trademark ‘powder my nose’ disappearing acts this time.”
“No more disappearing Kyle. You’re stuck with me now.”
Returning from the bathroom, Karen picked up her purse and took a card key out of it. Handing it to Kyle she said, “You should have a key to your own room.”
“Thank you,” said Kyle as he put his arm around her waist and led her out of the room and to the elevators.
Kyle’s car was waiting for them at the front entrance of the hotel. He tipped the valet, held the door for Karen and then slid into the driver’s seat.
“Would you like the top down?” he asked.
“Yes, please. It’s a beautiful evening and I don’t get as many chances as you do to take advantage of the convertible top feature of this car.”
“Do you have a convertible?” Kyle asked her as he pushed the switch to lower the hard-top convertible roof on his Volvo C-70.
“I forget how much I have to share with you, Kyle. For example, I have never had to make a decision on which car to drive. I always just bought the same model as you, trusting that you had done all the relevant research and were making the right decision. You have never disappointed me. From the Mustang you bought in college to the Subaru Forester you bought during your ‘Wild Kingdom’ period, to the Jeep you had before the Volvo; I followed your lead every time.”
Kyle shot his own mischievous grin and said, “I wish I would have known. I could have had some fun if I knew you were copying me. Maybe buying a motorcycle or something? Or maybe a nice domestic minivan to make you look like a soccer mom.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered,” she said. “If it was good enough for you, it would have been good enough for me. I have trusted and worshipped you all my life, Kyle. Nothing will ever change that.”
“I have missed you so much, Karen.”
“Ditto Kyle.”
The drive to the Orange Hill restaurant was quick and uneventful. Kyle turned his car over to the valet and helped Karen from the car. Upon checking in at the hostess podium Karen learned that Kyle had not merely made a reservation, but he had reserved the entire outside deck section of the restaurant. Dozens of hopeful diners were lined up outside the restaurant awaiting the diminished number of seats available due to Kyle’s actions.
Kyle had timed his reservation to allow for them to be seated and drinking their before-dinner drinks as they viewed the sunset from the deck. The Southern California sky didn’t disappoint them as it lit with the spectacular reds and oranges of a setting sun, followed by the panoramic view of Orange County lighting up below them.
“Karen, will you order for us?” he asked.
She sensed that this was a test. Staring into his eyes, she said, “No Kyle. I want to share whatever you decide upon. Please order for both of us.”
Kyle returned her smile and said, “Only if you are honest and refuse anything not to your liking. Deal?”
“Deal,” she agreed.
They shared the Orange Hill Sampler as an appetizer, decided against the soup and salad, and selected the Chateaubriand for Two. They both agreed that they were too full for dessert, but did decide to have one last drink before departing. After their drinks were delivered, Kyle stood from the table and moved beside Karen.
Kneeling beside her, he presented her with the ring he had purchased and said, “My love for you will never end. My desire to share my life with you will never fade. You can continue to make things difficult for me, or you can end my misery and agree to be my wife. Please marry me. Oh, and by the way, saying yes will guarantee that you lose your virginity tonight.”
Karen never thought it would be possible to laugh so hard and cry so intensely at the same time. She wanted to speak, but she wanted to kiss him just as bad. However, her need to hold him and squeeze him until their bodies melted together overruled everything else and she literally flew to his waiting arms.
“Finally,” she said, “How long would it take us to get to Vegas?”
“Are you serious?” he asked.
“Yes, and No,” she admitted. “I would elope with you in an instant, but I know that would disappoint our mothers, and I kind of promised Uncle Mike that he could give me away when you and I got married. Regardless of when or where, all you need to know is that I have dreamed of being Mrs. Kyle Mason since I was eight years old, so in case you missed something in the translation, my answer is a most emphatic ‘yes’.”
Stepping off the elevator onto the sixth floor of the hotel, Karen hung on Kyle as if she was terrified of any separation between them. He used his card key to open the door, and then scooped Karen into his arms and carried her across the threshold.
“I thought that was for the wedding night,” she giggled.
Grinning at her he said, “So now you want to wait for our wedding night?”
Catching his meaning immediately, she said, “I don’t want to wait another minute!”
Kyle continued carrying her until he set her on the bed. She stared up at him with an expression of loving, wanton lust. She sat watching him as he took off his coat, kicked off his shoes and returned to stand before her.
“Karen, I know you love me,” he said to her. “I trust that your desire to please me brings you pleasure at least as satisfying as you show me.”
She nodded in agreement but was lost for words as she just stared into his eyes.
Bending down to kiss her lips he whispered to her, “Karen I will not take your virginity tonight or any night.”
Karen gasped in surprise but Kyle continued, “Sometimes the greatest gift one can give another is the unconditional acceptance of a gift bestowed by another. Karen, I promise that I will willingly and unconditionally accept your virginity if you choose to give it to me, but I won’t ‘take’ it. Do you understand what I am saying?”
Standing before him she said, “Would you like to unwrap your gift?”
Kyle made quick work of the few items that Karen was wearing. Standing naked before him once more, she then proceeded to undress him as she rained kisses on each part of his body as it became exposed.
Once she had finished removing his clothes, Karen climbed onto the center of the bed and held her arms up for him to join her. Kyle crawled onto the bed beside her and they melted into each other’s body; legs, arms and lips finding their natural fit against the other person. Kisses and caresses were instinctual as their mutual arousal drove their movements.
As they broke their latest kiss, Kyle climbed off the bed and found his sport coat. He extracted something from the pocket and returned to Karen. Her questioning frown was soon replaced with one of surprised humor as Kyle handed her six condom packets. Taking them from Kyle, she sat up on the bed and threw the condoms as far as she could through the bedroom door into the sitting room.
“Does that mean that birth control isn’t an issue for you?” he asked with a grin.
“That’s exactly what it means,” she replied. “I want sex with you to be out of control tonight and forever. I need to experience the real thing with you, without barriers or bounds. While I would prefer to be married when I became pregnant, it is way down on my list of preferences where our future is concerned. What happens, happens and I will have zero regrets. Plus, the timing of my cycle isn’t right for me to get pregnant right now.”
She pulled him back into her arms and said, “Please excuse my impatience.” Rolling him onto his back, she began kissing his body as she moved her lips from his forehead and working her way down. When she reached his erection, she was delighted to find him ready for her.
Kissing the tip and licking the drop of him from her lips, she said to him, “Thank you for allowing me to give myself to you Kyle.”
“Karen?” he asked as she prepared to straddle him.
With obvious frustration in her voice, she said, “What now?”
“I was just going to ask you if you wanted to place a towel under us first. There is likely to be a little blood the first time.”
“Arrrrggg!” she said as she jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. She returned with a bath towel and motioned for Kyle to move so she could lay it beneath him. As he positioned himself again, she stood at the side of the bed and said, “Is there anything else or am I going to have to tie you down and take you by force?”
Kyle laughed and reached his hand out to help her back onto the bed. She continued this time to the straddling position that had been her objective before the interruption.
Kyle’s erection was lying against his stomach as she lowered herself against him. Karen shuttered at the feeling of him against the outside of her sex. She was so close to an orgasm already that her juices were flowing freely and liberally, coating them both. She slid back and forth on top of his erection for several minutes before rising slightly. Reaching down between them, she positioned the head of his erection to her virgin opening and allowed him to enter her slightly for the first time.
She relished the sensation of him spreading her as she slowly lowered herself onto him. When she felt his head pressing against her hymen, she paused to focus on the feelings of him inside her and his response to her. She squeezed around him and felt him throb in response then as she relaxed, she felt his pulse through his erection. The feeling and thought of his pulse beating inside her for the first time started her on an orgasmic explosion that she couldn’t stop, and didn’t want to.
“Kyle, I can’t hold on,” she screamed as her body convulsed and she sank fully on top of him. The pain of her defloration was muffled by the intensity of her simultaneous orgasm. Her body was out of her control as she fell against Kyle’s chest and shook involuntarily for several minutes.
She awoke to the sensual feelings of Kyle washing her with a warm washcloth.
“Hmmm,” she moaned. “That feels nice. What happened?”
“Uh,” Kyle said, “You passed out.”
“I did? For how long? Did we finish? What did I miss?”
Kyle chuckled, “You’ve only been out for a couple of minutes. Once I was certain that you were okay, I just rolled you over to let you recover for a while.”
“Oh, Kyle I am so sorry,” she cried. “I didn’t know what to expect and now I’ve ruined things for you.”
Kissing her lips, he took her hand and directed it to his erection. “Nothing is ruined Karen; we are just getting started. Are you sore?”
“More tender and supersensitive than sore,” she admitted after evaluating her body.
“Then let’s try spooning,” Kyle suggested. He crawled beside her and rolled her so that they were lying on their sides with him behind her. She reached between them and directed his erection between her legs and pushed back against him until he was once more inside her.
“God you fill me so good,” she moaned. “The perfect fit.”
“I aim to please,” he whispered into her ear as he reached over her and began fondling her breasts. In response, she began moving her hips and trying to pull him farther into her being.
“Kyle I’m going to burst!” she moaned.
“Another orgasm coming?” he asked.
“Soon,” she said, “but I was referring to the love, passion, desire, and every other good feeling that my body is struggling to contain right now. I never thought it would be possible to love you more than I have, but sharing this with you proved me wrong. You are taking me to new heights, and I don’t ever want to come down again.”
“We have the rest of our lives to keep climbing,” he assured her.
“Please take me, Kyle. Show me that you desire me physically without regard for emotions or feelings. Be my caveman and make me your woman.”
Kyle didn’t respond with words. He pulled away from her and positioned her on her knees with her head resting on her forearms. He moved behind her and slowly reentered her.
“You certainly are good for a guy’s ego,” he whispered into her ear.
Regaining full consciousness, she mumbled, “Huh? What? Oh no, did I do it again?”
“Not as bad as the first time, but yes you passed out again.”
He was lying on her back with his erection slowly withering inside her.
“I’m sorry Kyle, but when you erupted inside me it drove me to the most intense physical and emotional orgasm I have ever had. I love being your woman so much I guess my body can’t handle it yet. I’ll try to do better.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining one bit,” he assured her. “As soon as you feel up to it, I would love to share the oversized whirlpool bath with you.”
“That sounds heavenly,” she moaned. “Why don’t you go start the water running and by the time it is ready, I should have the power of locomotion again.”
Kyle started the bath and then returned to the bed to lie beside her as the water ran. “Are you okay?” he asked her.
“Words can’t describe how much better than okay I am right now,” she cooed. “I hope you realize that I am thoroughly and totally devoted to your physical satisfaction, knowing that my reward will always be the incredible and amazing way you make me feel. Nothing that anyone had ever told me and nothing I have ever read came close to preparing me for the Earth-shattering experience that is Kyle Mason.”
He kissed her lips and said, “I appreciate that, but are you okay? Are you sore anyplace?”
“Maybe a little tender and extremely sensitive in certain places, but I wouldn’t call it ‘sore’. I’ll be ready for more when you are, let me put it that way,” she giggled.
“Well let’s see if a warm bath relaxes you enough to allow you to remain conscious the next time,” he teased her.
“Kyle, I am so sorry,” she said. “I have never fainted in my life and now the intensity of how you make me feel has caused me to do it twice tonight. Do you think that will happen every time we make love?”
“I doubt it, but it’s fine with me if it does. I’ll just stock up on smelling salts,” he said patting her behind. “Come on, the bath should be about ready.”
He helped her from the bed and led her on still shaky legs to the bath. He stepped in first and then assisted her as she joined him. The water was still running so he sat and then pulled her down to sit between his legs so they could gauge the water level with their bodies in the tub. They had a little way to go, so the water was left on as she leaned back against his chest and sighed in contentment.
She raised her left hand to study her engagement ring. “Want to talk about a wedding?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said, “but remember that regardless of what our moms or anyone else want, your decisions are the ones that matter.”
“Our decisions,” she corrected him.
He kissed the back of her head and said, “Okay, our decisions. Can you reach to turn off the water?”
She leaned forward, turned off the water and then returned to lean against him again. “I guess we should talk about where we are going to live at some point.”
“With my job,” he said, “I can live anywhere. I’m sure you know that neither of us really has to work if we don’t want to.”
“I’m too young to retire, but I wouldn’t mind being barefoot and pregnant for several years. I like my job, but I’m not in love with it. Plus, I miss the weather here in Southern California. Being closer to my aunt and mom as they get older has merit too. Would you mind me moving in with you?”
“That won’t work,” he said. He felt her tense so he kissed her head and continued, “My apartment doesn’t allow pets, and I’m sure that you would want to keep Flipper, wouldn’t you?”
“I couldn’t give up Flipper,” she cried.
“Exactly, so we should begin an immediate search for a new place where Flipper would be welcomed. Short-term, I’m sure my mom would love to cat sit for us once she knows about our plans.”
Karen laughed, “She would have to fight my mom for the right to cat sit Flipper.”
“Okay, so we have decided that we want to stay in this area. Do you have a preference for coastal or inland?” he asked.
She thought about his question for a few minutes and said, “I don’t want to live right on the coast, but close enough to walk or ride a bike to the beach would be nice. An area that comes to mind for me is the part of Huntington Beach south of Adams, between Magnolia and Brookhurst. There are some well-established neighborhoods with plenty of schools and shopping close by. It’s close enough to the beach to make access easy, yet far enough away to avoid the traffic and crowds if we wanted.”
“I know the area you’re talking about. There are a few neighborhoods across the river in Costa Mesa that also match your description, but I think freeway access is better where you mentioned. Regardless, we could probably find a good-sized home on an acceptable lot. The homes are likely close to forty or fifty years old, but we can go as far as tearing the existing house down and rebuilding new if that’s what it takes to give us the home we want.”
“Can we drive around the area tomorrow?” she asked.
“I think we can fit it into the agenda as long as you allow us to get out of bed at a decent time,” he teased.
Karen stroked his legs under the water and said, “I plan on starting with you early, so we should be able to crawl to your car by lunchtime if we’re lucky.”
He laughed and brought his hands to her thighs. “Okay, so we have to go break the news to our moms first. Then we can drive around the neighborhoods and maybe locate a realtor to work with us. Hold on, I just thought of something.”
Kyle stood up behind her and stepped out of the tub. “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked.
“Just hang on, I’ll be right back.” He wrapped a towel around his lower body to minimize the water dripping onto the floor and then went out to the sitting room. He returned within seconds carrying his cell phone. Climbing back into the tub, he assumed his previous position behind her and settled in as if he had never left.
“Now be still and no splashing so that my phone stays dry,” he said.
“Who are you calling?” she demanded.
“You’ll see,” he said as he put the phone on speaker and dialed a number from his directory.
His call was answered by a groggy voice, “This better be one hell of a national emergency,” his uncle said.
“Hello, Uncle Mike. This is your obedient nephew reporting that your assignment has been completed as ordered and the mission was successful.”
“Kyle? Are you telling me that you finally obtained closure between you and Karen Mayes? How is she taking it?”
“I’m taking it quite well Uncle Mike,” she giggled in response. “We wanted you to be the first to know that Kyle and I are engaged to be married.”
“Jeezus Kyle, when a fire is lit under you things really can get done. Congratulations to both of you. I assume that you will be telling your mothers tomorrow?”
“Yes sir,” Kyle said.
“Excellent. Kyle, I know it’s late, but I appreciate you giving me the news first. I’m going to enjoy knowing something before my sister for a change. Will you two consider a White House wedding?”
“Oh, Uncle Mike, you don’t have to do that,” said Karen.
“Nonsense. The Secret Service would prefer having the home field advantage where my security is concerned, and the country hasn’t experienced the pageantry of a White House wedding for decades. Also, your honeymoon is on me. You just tell me where you want to go and I’ll make all the arrangements.”
“Thank you, Uncle Mike,” said Kyle. “We’ll mention your offer to our mothers tomorrow and keep you posted.”
“Please do. Bubbles, Kyle, I am so happy to hear this news. I know you two have struggled, but we all had confidence that true love would triumph in the end. If there is ever anything I can do, I’m always here for you.”
“We love you, Uncle Mike,” said Karen. “Go back to sleep and thanks again for everything.”
“Goodnight you two, and don’t let the bathwater get too cold.” The call was disconnected as they both looked around the room trying to find a camera.
True to her promise, Karen did start early. There was still darkness around the edge of the window curtains when Kyle felt her mouth stimulating his erection. He feigned sleep to see where she intended to take her actions and he was rewarded when he felt her mount him and sheath him entirely within herself in one swift, tight motion.
Any plans that Karen had for surprise were eliminated as her body betrayed her once again by convulsing in an orgasm as soon as she felt Kyle filling her. To her credit, the screaming of his name in passion was not followed by unconsciousness, but she did have to rest herself against his chest as she recovered enough to continue.
“Well, you’re obviously awake now,” she whispered into his ear.
“Um Hmm,” he mumbled.
“Good,” she said. “I missed my caveman.” She climbed off of him and rolled over into position for him to once again enter her from behind. “You fill me so good and deep in this position. Please take me, Kyle.”
Kyle readily obliged and soon they had a strong rhythm going with her pushing back to meet each of his thrusts. Keeping his left hand on her hip, Kyle licked his right thumb and caressed her rosebud. Karen was surprised and didn’t know which way to push. She craved the sensations at both openings and didn’t want either to cease. Kyle moved his left hand from her hip under to massage her clitoris and Karen nearly bucked him off as the added sensations assaulted her. Letting his thumb wander down to capture some of her free-flowing lubrication, he soon had her rosebud moist enough and relaxed enough for his thumb to enter her past the first knuckle.
Her screams and moans were intelligible until she screamed, “Kyle, pull out!”
He quickly pulled himself out of her and tried to remove his thumb, but she reached back and stopped him. Within seconds Kyle felt her erupt and drench them both and the bed with her orgasmic ejaculation.
“Don’t stop,” she begged as she reached for his erection and pulled him back inside herself. Within seconds they had reestablished a rhythm that soon culminated in his release inside her, and her losing consciousness again.
“I’m going to have to tip the maid well after this,” he thought.
He went into the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet washcloth to clean them both. Karen remained out of it as he cleaned her first, but she awoke in time to take over his cleaning. Noticing the condition of the bed, she turned bright red.
“How embarrassing,” she moaned.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’m sure housekeeping in hotels sees this kind of thing all the time. We’ll just tip them really well and just hope that they haven’t put plastic sheets on by the time we come back tonight. On an educational note, it appears that when you squirt you remain conscious.”
“Very funny,” she said.
“I’m serious,” he said. “This is all part of our continuing joint exploration and discovery. I intend to store away and learn from every tidbit of information that you and your body provides me.”
“I would like to do the same thing,” she pouted, “if I can ever remain conscious long enough.”
“I’ll share my notes with you,” he said as he pulled her to him. “What time is it?”
“It should be around seven. Why?”
“Well, as much as I would love to remain in bed cuddling with you longer, I don’t think we will be able to find a dry strip big enough for both us. How about if we get dressed and I’ll buy you breakfast at Charley’s Chili. Then we can take a walk between the piers and kill a couple of hours before visiting our moms?”
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