Melodic RedemptionChapter 5
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We were timing things and that's what kept us moving. At my apartment there was time for the washing of faces and brushing of teeth and then there was a flurry of kisses and I'm not sure who initiated that but we ended up in a knot on the sofa, hot, breathless and quite happily bothered.
She was mostly on top of me, I was noticeably erect inside my jeans, and she knew it. I know she knew it. She smiled, cradled my face between her hands and kissed me, adding a wiggle to her snuggle that just had to be intentional.
"Stoney, there are people who expect us this evening." Kiss. Wiggle. "And I love you and I love them and we shouldn't keep them waiting."
I kept my smile and got up with an uncomfortable protrusion. When I was standing, she pulled me to her and insinuated her lithe form against me. I know she knew what was going on.
"Jo," I started.
"Don't say it, Stoney. Do you think you're the only one in this room who responds to stimuli? Well, Mister Jackson, you're not." But she kept herself against me.
"As long as you realize that I am indeed male and you are a beautifully, arousingly attractive female..."
"Who is just a bit flattered and who enjoys the same feelings herself. I think it's like looking at a menu."
"As long as one of us doesn't get ravenous and charge into the kitchen," I said.
She giggled. "I don't worry about you, guy," she said softly. "Let's go meet Mom and Dad."
People are starting to get used to seeing me and Jo. She's easy to remember. Red hair like that isn't common, even if it comes from a bottle. Jo's didn't, of course, but people can't tell that from a distance. Still, the two of us turn heads walking up the sidewalk. We got in the car.
"You don't have to drive all the time," she said.
"I don't mind."
"I don't either, but I just want you to know..."
"I could sit here and gaze at you while you drive. Watch the expressions on your face."
"You already watch me, Stoney."
"Because you're beautiful and I'm falling..."
She smiled. "We're together on the way down, then. Let's see if we can maintain our sanity while we have dinner with the parents."
"We can do that," I said. "But away from the parents..."
"We can do that, too," she said.
"Your use of 'that' in your previous comment is imprecise and ambiguous," I said.
"You an astute listener, Stoney. And I meant it just like I said it." She giggled. "Do you really want me to just come out and say that after we eat dinner, I'm going back to your apartment and..."
"And we'll tease each other senseless."
"Stoney, I have a delicious glow going right now..." she smiled.
I had to smile back. "Me too. I'll survive, I'm sure..."
"We will survive. Stoney, I'm ... maybe I'm premature, but I think a lot in terms of 'us'."
I smiled. "Thank, Jo. I like being us."
"Really?"
"Very much so." I sighed. "Jo, sometimes you come off as terribly self—assured, and then there's like now, that you seem scared."
"I know, Stoney. I'm trying really hard to level out. It's you. You're real and you're nice and you're smart and you're decent and a few weeks ago I wanted just to be your girlfriend and now we're going steady and I really am falling."
I smiled. I felt good. But I was worried that she was falling because she wanted to be in love, that the idea of being in love was more important than who she was in love with. That would be bad for both of us, because I was falling in love more and more each day, and if she was just enjoying the feelings, then we could both end up hurt. I'd been hurt before. Jo tells me she hasn't. I don't want to be the guy that breaks the heart of Johanna Solheim.
This wasn't the time to get into it. I wanted to have dinner with a happy Jo and her parents.
"Jo, we're new in this relationship. We're trying to decide what it is and where it's going, and on top of that, we've been friends for a while." I took a breath. "If you fall, I'll catch you."
That last statement was made as I turned off the street into the crowded parking lot of a little 'hole-in-the-wall' restaurant. It was positioned in one of those accursed strip mall developments that might make sense in a climate other than the Texas Gulf Coast region, where six months out of the year it didn't have the oppressive heat and humidity. But it's autumn now and actually quite pleasant.
Okay, we did the 'holding hands' thing after we got past the door and we found Jo's parents sitting at the bar waiting on a table. After the usual greetings, Jo's mom said, "Jo, while we're waiting on a table, let's you and I go to the shop next door."
Jo looked at me, gave a little shrug and said, "Sure, Mom. Stoney and Dad can survive for a few minutes without us."
I wasn't quite as sure as she sounded, but I slid onto a barstool next to her dad.
"Would you be interested in a beer, Stoney?" he asked.
"If you let me buy the next ones," I said.
He smiled. "If we are not finished by the time they return, I'll let you do that," he said, smiling.
"They're good, Jo. Let's go see what's next door," Bridgette said. Jo gave me a little kiss on the cheek before she left.
Anders watched that. I experienced it. He raised his beer like he was saluting them as they left. He smiled. "There go my life's greatest loves, Stoney. I guess you understand that."
"I do," I said. "The way a man should be about his family."
His expression turned a bit more serious. "I don't worry about Bridgette at all. She's been the perfect wife, even through a couple of bad deployments. Jo, on the other hand..."
"Is your daughter."
"You know where I'm heading, don't you."
"Yessir," I said.
"She tells her mom much more than she tells me. Of course her mom then repeats it to me, suitably formatted to keep me from turning colors and charging off, saber in hand."
"She seems to me to be doing a pretty good job of taking care of herself, so far. Sir, If you..."
"If you keep calling me 'sir' I'm gonna start calling you 'lieutenant'."
"Okay, Anders," I said. "If she was the archetypical college babe, you and I would not be sitting here having this conversation. That's not my type."
"Oh, you have a type?"
"No, at least I didn't until I met your daughter. I don't treat her like an object. She returns the favor. She's intelligent and level-headed. And pretty. Lots of pretty. But the first two come first."
"She talks about you a lot. My daughter calls us several times a week. I like that. And for the last few weeks there's been just one name that comes up every time."
"That's what her mom said, sort of."
He smiled slightly. "I know."
"Anders, I am an honorable man. I am not some guy running up a score or whatever. I didn't even do that when I was a college kid myself, and I certainly am not doing it now, especially with Jo. I couldn't live with myself if I did."
"I'm happy to hear you say it, Stoney," he said.
"MY biggest worry is not that I'll do something to hurt her but that she'll do something to hurt me."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on, Anders! You know what I mean. It happens all the time: two people connect for a while, then one of them just drifts off to greener pastures or something."
"You say you know Jo and you see in her something you find unusual among her peers. As her dad, I can tell you that I've spent a decade waiting for her to turn into one of those horrible teens that seem to populate the lives of my contemporaries. It never happened. Yes, she rebelled a bit. I think it's because she thought she was supposed to. She tested the boundaries. Bridgette and I did not relent. Then that thing happened to her in high school and I think it sort of reset her mind. She got serious."
"Serious? I can't remember her not smiling."
"Yes, I know. Beautiful. Gets that from Bridgette. Bridgette says I've too much Viking in me and the only time I smile is when there's looting and pillaging and mayhem afoot."
"A perfectly fine characteristic for a colonel," I said.
"And a typical observation for a lieutenant," he countered, smiling. "I wonder how you would have fared had you stayed in the Army. You're a serious engineer, Jo tells us, and I venture that you would have been a more than competent officer."
"Not saying it was wrong, just that as a lieutenant it was a scary thing to unexpectedly find oneself in the presence of a colonel."
"How does it feel to find yourself in the presence of the father of a girl who tells us that she's in love with you?"
"She told you that?!?!"
"By the approved method of telling her mother," he said. "She further said that the sentiment was mutual. Is that incorrect?"
"No. That's the point. It's true from my side."
"And it's true from her side. Why would she lie about that? My greater fear here is that she misread your feelings."
"It's kind of hard to misread 'I love you, Jo, ' don't you think? But neither of us is brave enough to offer suggestion as to where this is heading for us."
He smiled. "Oh, I can imagine. Her mother and I tiptoed around to the point I was afraid I was going to get orders pulling me out of my cushy position at the American Embassy in Oslo before I worked up the courage to propose."
"And apparently you found the courage."
"Yes, I did. With a set of orders in my possession that had me returning to the States for my branch advanced course. I did not want to leave Bridgette behind. There were many who had the same eyes I had for the woman."
"And twenty-odd years later..."
"I still am surprised with whichever it is, my luck or my innate intelligence that we ended up together."
"I should be so lucky," I said. "But we're talking about your daughter here."
"And my daughter has made it past her twenty-first birthday with no more than a traffic ticket and a couple of skinned knees, is a few months from graduating college with a double major and has no bad habits. By the way, why did you not mention the incident with her last boyfriend. If you can call him that. They dated once."
"Honestly, it didn't cross my mind the other night. And if it had crossed my mind, I don't know that I would have brought it up. Most fathers would get worried if their daughter was dating a guy who gets into fights."
"You know, Stoney, if I believe what my daughter says, you just completely misrepresented your actions in that incident."
"I understand, but it's a kinder, gentler world. I don't want to appear to be the dangerous type."
"To me? Or to her mom?"
"Less you. More of her mom."
"She told the story to her mom first. Bridgette's reaction was quite positive. You protected her child. I concur with her assessment."
We walked toward the door of the restaurant. Now I was thinking that here I am, meeting her family for the first time, and public displays of affection might not be on the agenda. After we worked our way past the maître d' (yeah, I don't usually eat at restaurants with a 'maitre d'' even though I know they exist) and into the dining room, Jo's hand hooked the inside of my arm. Apparently she knows more about me than I give her credit for. "There they are," she said, smile broadening....
"You were in the hospital for a while, I imagine," Jo said. "The whole spectrum. Infection. Orthopedics. Recovery. Rehabilitation. I do okay now, but every now and then one thing or another talks to me." "Like that walk we took in Austin," she said. "Now I understand why. You should've said something." "And miss a chance to walk down the street with you? I'm not stupid." "Sit!" she commanded, patting the sofa beside her. "Lemme go put my other clothes back on," I...
The rest of Friday dragged but eventually four-thirty came around and I was out the door. At four-forty-five I was in traffic and my phone played me a flute solo. Jo. "Hello, princess," I said. "Hi, Stoney," she said. "Are we still on for tonight?" "I'm headed home right now. Whenever you want to show up." Giggle. "I'm on the way. I'll get there about the same time you do." "Okay," I said. "I was hoping to have time to clean up, though." "You work in an office, Stoney....
Okay. So Key worries about Jo. Can't fault her for that. I worry about Jo too. It's not hard. I close my eyes, let my mind drift, and there's Jo. So she was grocery shopping on a Saturday morning. I picked up my phone, pushed the button and said "Johanna". Siri replied, "Calling Johanna Solheim mobile". I held the phone to my ear. "Hi, Stoney," she said. "Hi, my baby," I replied. "Why didn't you call?" "Let you sleep late. I'm just getting some groceries for the week. The...
We came up with a plan pretty quick. After all, this wasn't Columbus looking for the Spice Islands. We planned a menu. Talked about what would happen if the weather cratered on us. "We can stay home." "No," she said. "I don't have a home. Key's, well ... there's this guy she's been seeing and I told her that she'd have the place to herself. Which likely means she won't be by herself. And I get very uncomfortable with the idea of a guy staying in my apartment." "Oh." "So...
The old boat had been, from the day I brought her home and made her mine, a refuge. Yes, there were days that I brought friends along, but mainly the boat was where I went when I wanted to get away from the world. Now I was on her, and I was clothed only in my boxers and before me, beckoning, was Jo, in my mind the epitome of red-headed perfection, herself clad only in hip-hugger panties and a dark blue sports bra. And she was beautiful. Absent any light from the skylight hatch, we had a...
Sunlight pushed through the tiny cabin portholes, brighter on the starboard side because the northerly wind had our bow pointed into it, swinging at anchor. Okay. One sensation. It was morning. Second sensation. I was on my boat. Third sensation. Wasn't my boat any more, it was OUR boat, because I had a soft, naked form beside me, breathing softly. Jo. Twenty-four hours ago, she was my girlfriend. After last night, she was my wife. Unless I was dreaming. I touched the smooth skinned flank...
Going to tell everybody. "I know. I think I'm gonna lease the Goodyear blimp," I said. "Can we get rings?" "Yes, we can get rings," I said. "What does your taste in wedding rings look like?" "I think I would like a simple band. Gold. Yours?" "I shall match yours. You sure though? No large rock?" "Oh, come on, Stoney. This is me and you. Married by the light of the full moon. I need to ask Mom what the appropriate Celtic take would be." "She collected a Viking..." Jo...
Mark it on your calendar. Today's a first for me. The first time I ever woke up to a work week with my partner. The alarm went off and I did not want to get out of bed because when the music started, Jo slid down and wrapped her arms around my waist, purring. "I really don't want to leave, sweetness," I said. "But I have work to go do." "Mmmm, I know, baby. I have a class at nine, too." "Let's just do what we have to do. At the end of the day, though, we come home...
Jo is ticklish on the bottoms of her feet. A lot of people are, I know, but finding that a fingertip dragged gently down the sole of her foot leaves her uncontrollably giggly and therefor perfect for scooping into one's arms for loving. Monday was the previously discussed informal practice session. Tuesday was the real thing at the music department. Still, Jo is a responsible sort and we missed nothing of her schedule. So am I. She's an accomplished musician, and that translates to...
I didn’t have to be psychic to read Jo’s mind. The touch of her hand in mine was usually a delicate thing. This time she was tugging. I couldn’t understand, so I did the one thing that husbands have been doing since the beginning of time. I said, “Yes, dear.” “Don’t be condescending, Randall Jackson,” she said. “We need to talk.” Less than twenty-four hours since she and I stood in front of friends and family and God and pledged marriage to each other. Now I was wondering exactly what I’d...
Stoney: She loves me. She REALLY loves me. We're married. I killed a guy. I'm supposed to feel remorse. I'm supposed to receive counseling by caring professionals who will help me grieve or some such crap. Therapy? I'll tell you what therapy is. It's having the woman you just protected put her arms around you and tell you that she loves you. And when the thought crossed my mind that this scum wanted to touch my Johanna, I tensed up. "Stoney?" a little voice said. "Yes,...
Johanna and I discussed the idea of taking off from our lives for a few days for an abbreviated honeymoon, but neither of us were really at points in life to do so. I mean, I could have just begged off, but I was in the middle of a project with a time limit, I'd already given my word on its completion, and Jo? "I really shouldn't take off in the middle of the semester. Academically it's not good. And musically, we have the Veterans' Day thing in two weeks, and then a couple of big...
"Somebody you know?" Jo asked. "I saw the 'USA Retired'." "My platoon sergeant in Iraq," I said. "Good guy." "I'll let you read it, baby," she said. She started to turn away. "Where are you going?" "Was giving you some room. Privacy." "I don't need privacy. I need Johanna. This is just part of the past. He's a good guy. Wonder what he's got to say." I opened the envelope. A single printed page was inside. I read: Dear Lieutenant Jackson- I haven't heard from you...
Johanna's turn: Glorious Saturday morning, drifting along with the light pushing its way through the little gap in the drapes. I hear soft, regular breathing next to me, calming, protecting. That would be my husband. He's sleeping. He's slept all night and I get the best feeling about that. We've been sleeping together two weeks. Married, that is, 'officially' with the public ceremony and a marriage license, for a week today. In that two weeks, he's wakened in the middle of the night...
Johanna: Yes, it's primal. The urge to mate. Sociologists talk about it. Religions talk about it. Poets talk about it. It gets couched in various cloaks: love, duty, morality. But it's never right until two people decide it's right for them. And I'm thinking this in the dim light of the sun streaming into the cabin through the portholes. I hear the sound of waves slapping the hull and the whistle of the wind on the mast and the rigging. And the breathing of this guy next to me. Sometime...
Lovely, languid, quiet Saturday morning. Waking up next to a soft form. I have to touch that sweetly curved hip, just to tell myself I am not dreaming. The touch elicits a purr and a movement, several movements, actually, one of which put an arm around me. The hand at the end of the arm started exploring, finding morning wood. "Mmmmm, Stoney, is that for me?" "Yes, but be careful. It's loaded." "I thought we emptied it last night," she said, twisting in the bed. Her head dipped for...
The week went by with nothing major going on to interrupt our lives. Waiting on Friday. Before Johanna, I wasn't one of those people who worshipped Fridays, but now it was not a matter of escaping FROM something, it had become a matter of escaping with somebody, TO something. The weather was warm in the afternoon, cooler enough at night to be comfortable, and a cold front was due through late Saturday. When I got home Friday, the weekend's provisions were stacked by the door. I walked...
Johanna's turn: Almost magical, waking up in the morning on the boat. Not sure exactly what time it is, reminding myself that it really doesn't matter, feeling the form of this MAN touching me, rolling to face him, snuggling in against him. The boat is rocking gently and there's the wind and the waves and the sound of our breathing. I know my guy is drifting along because he hugs me closer and resumes his even breathing. I know several things that would be very pleasant for both of us,...
Stoney's turn: Aside from the idea of leaving Jo behind, I was not feeling bad when I left for work. After all, I had her kiss still tingling on my lips when I got in my car. A push of the button and I had the classical music station on the stereo. Oh, yeah, I have the iPod plugged in, too, but I liked giving the radio station a shot at titillating my ears on the way to work. This technique insured that my tastes received some variety. I hated the commute. Traffic is aggravation. After a...
Johanna's turn: I brought my Stoney home. My poor, broken, battered Stoney. Well, actually, a medical transport brought him home and ceremoniously deposited him in bed. The bed is a rental hospital bed, at least for the time being. I have home health technicians setting up trapezes. One over this bed. One over our bed. One over Stoney's favorite recliner. He's got crutches. "But do NOT try using them for a week," the doctor said. "And not while under the influence, either. I just...
Back to Stoney: Wasn't bad enough that I got T-boned by an illegal alien a couple of weeks ago, but now my beloved wife has thrown me under a bus. Admittedly, it's a bus full of musicians. Doctor Bob, the conductor/instructor of the university's chamber orchestra is complicit. Early in the relationship with Jo, she'd intimated to me the desire to play Mozart's Concerto for Flute and Harp, an idea I'd mentioned to Bob. When Jo saw that I was somewhat adept at my banjo, she railroaded...
Stoney's turn: Okay, I do admit that meeting Dan Richards and his surprising wife Cindy left me thinking. I was serious. Cindy, barely fifteen, was a cutie. "Jo, drag out the baby pictures," I said. "Baby pictures?" "Yeah, I want to see what you looked like growing up." "I don't have 'em. Mom keeps those." "I wanna see 'em," I said. "You might've been a horribly ugly child. I want to prepare myself for our offspring." She slapped the back of my head. "I was a wildly...
Stoney's turn: I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but life with Johanna had turned me quite a bit more optimistic, even if some bozo broke my leg. Yeah, I can drive again. Insurance popped for a replacement of my SUV, mostly. By this stage of the game I could be mobile if I needed to be, on my own. Bumping around the apartment was not a problem. If I started getting messages from my leg, I just eased it straight on the sofa or in the recliner. Walking out to my parking spot,...
Johanna's Turn: According to the stories I heard at my Momma's knee when I was little, I should be looking for leprechauns. This stuff got surreal. First, there's Dan and Cindy. Cindy could be a pixie. Dan showed up to talk with Stoney about picking up where Stoney left off on an engineering project when he had his accident. So I figured 'another engineer? What could it hurt?' Except this engineer shows up with a fifteen year old redheaded pixie of a wife, and we had a delightful...
Stoney's turn: It actually WAS in Cindy's words, 'a riot'. I never did 'band camp' or anything like that when I was in high school. They didn't have 'science camp' and 'math camp' in my school district and I wasn't in band. Jo told me about her own experiences. "Wasn't anything like this," she said. Our trip home was as wondrous as the trip there. I can definitely see why Dan and Cindy (and everyone else in the bunch, apparently) would cling to personal aviation as a...
Johanna's Turn: I walked out of the classroom with a definite spring in my step. I had several reasons to bounce, you know. Let's see. That test paper I laid on the GA's desk was, to the best of my knowledge, close to perfect. Stoney was home waiting on me. The semester was almost over and for the first time in my life I was not packing up to go spend winter break with Mom and Dad. The test. How ironic that I was testing at the end of a class on the history of Europe since 1945. I smiled...
Still Johanna: Semester's over. Christmas break. And this was new. Ever since I started school, Christmas break was with Mom and Dad, even in college. Well, this year, people, it's different. Little Johanna Elise Solheim is now Mrs. Randall Jackson and with that status comes a whole new life. Christmas dinner. "Do you think we can manage something close to a Christmas dinner, Stoney?" He smiled. "Yeah, I think we can do that, in a restrained fashion." "Turkey. Little one. With...
Stoney's Turn: That was a surprise. Of course, since last September I've had lots of surprises. That was pleasant. Same thing. Since I touched fingertips one day with this startling redhead, I've had lots of 'pleasant', too. I parsed Jo's comments, "A little girl with family issues." "I get the feeling..." I concurred. "She's quite comfortable when she's playing, though." My partner smiled. "I've seen the family issues. Us military brats get an introduction." She paused....
Stoney's turn: When I was walking out of the building, headed home, I called Jo. "Hello, sweetness," she said. "Hi, princess," I returned. "Did Kara come over?" "Oh, yes," she said. "We're cranking out the music. Come home and join us!" "I'm on the way. Pedaling as fast as I can." My wife giggled. "Just drive careful. You know how you are!" Ten minutes later I was parking. Locked the SUV, walked to the door. I could hear the music as I unlocked it. It stopped with the...
Johanna's turn: It's not about sex. We're cuddled together. The sex is over for the night. And I still love him. Of course, right now we're both glowing. I mean, if we tossed the covers back, the room would light up. The post-coital (coital? - Damn you, Sheldon Cooper!) tingles will subside in a bit, but that loving glow hasn't. Nope. Hasn't. Not since I first admitted to myself that this was the guy for my life. I trust him. He trusts me. Kara's turn: Kara Sevinsky. That's me. I...
Stoney's turn: I punched the button on my office phone. Rang twice. Sweet, happy voice. "Hi, my love." "Hi, my princess," I replied. "I'm getting ready to walk out the door. What's up for the evening?" "Me and you. Some deli roast beef. Muenster cheese. Artisan ciabatta rolls from the bakery up the street. A bottle of Reisling. And then ... I have designs on your body..." "No Kara this evening?" "Nope. We talked a bit ago. She's got a Skype session with the bunch in...
Kara's turn: I feel like Balboa. You remember him, don't you? And no, NOT Rocky. He's the guy who 'discovered' the Pacific Ocean, at least from the Eurocentric point of view. That's how I feel after meeting Jo and Stoney and subsequently the girls in that community in Alabama: like I walked out of the jungle and there's a whole ocean just waiting for me. I'm seventeen. It's time that I start taking some actions to control my own life. It hasn't been easy. I'm not a poor kid, at...
Stoney's turn: So let's see where we're at now. I have a rollicking good life. There were long, lonely nights in the not too far past that I despaired of finding the person who would fill the void in my soul. As I sit here, eyes closed to repair the strain from staring at the diagram on my monitor, there's a little metallic blue Japanese car leaving the campus of the university, headed to what used to be my apartment. It's not my apartment now. It's ours. The driver of that little...
Johanna's turn: Friday! I was never one of that 'TGIF' bunch who LIVES for Fridays before. Before Stoney. Now? Maybe. Just a little bit. We swapped vehicles this morning. He drove my little hatchback to work. I took his SUV to campus. And at three, after class, I was loading bags into it at the apartment. That way, when he got home, we'd be ready to head to the marina. I can't wait. Yes! I get excited. I know, really, we have as much privacy as two people could possibly ask for here...
Johanna's turn: Two more weeks. That's it. Two weeks! I will graduate college. Stoney says he's the first of his family to receive a college degree. For myself, both parents have degrees, Dad's masters includes four years from West Point, Mom's from Trinity College in Dublin. And now I'm getting ready to graduate here in Houston, Texas, US of A. Double major, too, music and business administration. I have that 'music' part nailed. I could take a position with the local symphony,...
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Steve Curtis hosted a big Fourth of July barbeque in his back yard. Almost the whole community showed up. Allyson and Charmaine Granger walked up the street. Jonah and Marcia Attenborough arrived. Almost every person affiliated with the Emerald Cove city government made at least an appearance. The cops who were off that day spent most of the afternoon. Those on duty stopped by for a burger and a soft drink on their lunch breaks. Linda and Bill Roberts were there with their three children –...
The Dixie Morning Show I knocked on Stacey's bedroom door softly. I did not wish to disturb her, but my chores had to be done. "Who is it?" she asked, knowing full well it was me. "It's dixie, Mrs. Jackson. Here to pick up any laundry you may need done." "Oh, dixie," she said with a hint of mischief in her voice. "Do come in." She was sitting at her dresser, wearing a beautiful white silk gown of such sheerness, she might as well have been naked. I gazed upon her form...
Orgasm control, also known as ‘edging,’ ‘peaking,’ and ‘surfing’, is used to keep your partner sexually aroused for an extended period of time without reaching orgasm. The goal is to provide a more intense experience in the end because of the period of sexual frustration. Serious orgasm control is much more than just physical manipulation – there is an emotional and psychological aspect to it. From this sissy’s point of view, the most important factor of orgasm control is the psychological...
Sally and Laura retired to my old bedroom to hold their discussion behind closed doors. Our parents called after each race to make sure everything was okay. It was nearly 3:00 when Sally came to get me. Her eyes were still red, so I hugged her. “Everything okay?” I asked. She nodded, managing a wan smile despite the emotional toll of the afternoon. Considering that emotional toll of the last few hours, I let her faux pas of not answering aloud pass. I was ushered into the bedroom. Laura sat...
“How the hell do you do this to me?” she breathed into hisear as he kissed her throat. A minute ago she was peacefully reading a book, when she heard her doorbell ringing. He didn’t even stop to say hello as she opened the door to him, his mouth immediately covered hers as his body pressed against her. Now she was pushed with her back against the wall as his hands and mouth tried to touch her everywhere. Her light summer dress pushed up her thighs, his strong, long fingers kneading her soft...
Straight SexMy name is anamika akansha, main allahabad main rehte houn aur filhal d.U south campus ke student houn. Mere figure aur simple looks dekh kar sab mere kapro ke andar ke saman ke bare he sochne lag jate the.. Maine to in fact aise log v dekhe jo mujhe dekhte he apne penis ko upar se he sehlana shuru kar dete the..Unke penis ko pant ke andar khara hota dekh mujhe bahut hassi aate the. Main the 18 saal ke par mere boobs, hips, aur ass dekh kar sab ko lagta jaise main 23 24 saal ke kuwari larke...
It was a sweltering day in the city. Adriana’s heels clicked on the sidewalk and she silently thanked the breeze that played against her stockinged thighs as she hurried up the steps of the library. She was nearing the top of that mountain of stairs, slightly winded from the stack of books she held tight against her chest when the whistle rang through the summer air. It was enough to set her heart racing and her feet clash against each other. As she threw out her arms to catch herself, she...
Love StoriesShe bought the house down the st. and hired me for some projects. I was 23 at the time and side work was my fun money. She was a much older woman but had an amazing body. She always looked nice and very clean. Her home was museum clean, so I expected she looked great nude. I was not disappointed when she came in the bedroom. She wore a bad jacket of while silk with a loose cleavage line. They looked big and full right then. She had offered me sex and just that. Told her wealthy husband was not...
Al caressed my soft ass meat with his big paw for long seconds, then his hand pulled up and I tensed with anticipation. There was no warning, just a sudden, harsh blow that squashed my ass flesh flat. I felt the blow jar my body, heard the crack of his hand against my flesh, then an instant later, an incredibly sharp, violent pain ripped into my body. I screamed in shock and pain. It had been a long while since anyone had slapped me on the ass, at least, that hard, and I guess I'd forgotten...
I was resting - alone - when the phone rang. It was one of those rare moments when someone wasn't 'babysitting' me. It took just a second to wake up enough to answer the phone, but I made it before the call went to voice mail. It was Sherrie asking if I was flying with them or meeting them in Sweden. Instead of answering, I put her off and promised to call later with an answer. Her call got me thinking. I felt good enough to do just about anything I wanted to do, so why not? "Rebecca,...
Friday, June 18, 2010 “Why do you want me to come with you, Jake?” Shannon asked as she got into the backseat of Jake’s car. Jake sat in the passenger seat. Leanne was the driver. “We’re going to see something you will find interesting and educational. Instead of just telling you, I’ll wait until we get there and let you see for yourself. I think you’ll agree that it’s worth the wait. But, for now, I’m going to zone out here until we get to my father’s house. I’m sure that Leanne will be...
CHAPTER TWO: SUGAR AND STRIFE It was twelve noon when Katherine arrived at the Rio. She threw away the half smoked cigarette and checked with a receptionist she knew. Daniel was indeed staying there, and by a remarkable co-incidence, in a suite on the same floor as Mario. When she alighted from the elevator, she resisted a strong urge to turn left and see if he was there. That could come later if things turned out that way. Instead, she headed left and gently knocked on the door to Mario’s...
The elder from... John was starting to lose track of time so far he'd seen the? He guessed it was a sun set twice that meant according to them that two years had passed already on the outside. So far the only magic he could do well was the thought talking to the elders and a few others. Sitting John tried to go through everything the elder elf Granle had told him. Another failed attempt later there was a knock at his door, "I thought you might want something to eat and drink. You have...
“Henry it’s fucking eighty degrees outside and the walk back to our house is thirty-minutes!” she exclaimed. “Ri, watch your mouth, it’s a yes or no question, answer it,” Jake roughly said. That tone made Riley feel three inches tall. She turned he head to look out window, she could feel his gaze beating down on her and she was afraid to look up, he’s never talked to her like that before, and it pissed her off. “Yes, I would absolutely love a ride home.” “Lose the fucking sarcasm,...