Message-ID: <13476eli$9807300149@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Miss Behavin`" Subject: NEW "New Beginnings" MF Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <000701bdba79$8b58be60$0100a8c0@sprint.ca.microsoft.com> This is my first submission. I hope you enjoy it. © 1998 Miss Behavin` All comments appreciated to MissBehavin@sprint.ca New Beginnings A hush fell across the room. All previous movements came to a halt as 15 men stared at the television screen. "Will you look at that!" Bob exclaimed, breaking the silence and letting out a long low whistle. "See that Aaron? That's what they look like." Aaron laughed and tossed a handful of peanuts in Bob's direction. "It's been a while Bob, but I do have a vague memory of what they look like. Thanks." "No problem buddy, just trying to help," Bob replied, picking a peanut up off his lap and chewing on it, his attention returning to the set. Aaron sat back and took a long drink of his beer as he watched the actress on the screen moan and groan as two guys seemingly pleasured her. He shook his head and looked around the room, his eyes stopping on his son. He was sitting on the arm of the couch, a beer bottle being massaged back and forth in his hands as he watched the movie. Aaron smiled to himself. Daniel, his first born son who would be a married man tomorrow. Aaron wondered where the time had gone. Daniel looked up, feeling his father's eyes on him and smiled, rolling his eyes as if he wasn't enjoying the film at all. Aaron smiled back and then looked over at his other son, Sean. Sean was 18 and probably enjoying the movie more than anyone in the room was. His eyes were transfixed on the screen, his mouth slightly open. The only thing missing was drool running down his chin, but the night was still young. Sean looked up at his father, a blank expression on his face and then focused back on the screen. Aaron chuckled to himself. Who would have thought that he'd be sitting around and watching porno flicks with his two kids? Aaron pulled himself out of the comfortable recliner and made his way to the kitchen, leaving behind the hoots and hollers. He put his empty bottle back in the case and reached into the refrigerator for another. Quietly, he left through the back screen door and stepped onto the porch, into the night. A full moon hung heavily in the night sky, the stars shining admiringly around it. Leaning against the porch rail on his elbows, his mind wandered back in time - a time when there had been 4 in his family. For almost 4 years now he had been doing this, remembering what it was like. Remembering how she looked, talked, walked and smelt. How they had enjoyed the majority of their time together. They had fought with a wild passion and then made up in the same manner. He smiled again at those memories. There had been 28 of them in all. The years hadn't made them seem any less important, it had only helped to dull the pain and override the bitterness he had felt for her leaving him. He knew that it wasn't her fault, that by choice she would be here with him today. He also knew that there would always be this ache deep inside him, a longing for her that would never again be fulfilled. He looked up into the night sky and whispered to her, as he often did, that he would always love her, no matter what. Back in the house, the guys were cheering on a man on the screen. Aaron sank back into his chair and watched out of curiosity. The actor had 2 women all to himself and seemed to be handling the situation just fine. Better than fine, actually. He felt his cock stir and for a moment wondered why. Maybe almost 4 years of only dating your hand occasionally is the reason, he thought. Perhaps Bob was right when he had kindly thought to re-introduce him to that woman's body. Aaron laughed to himself and spent the rest of the night just being one of the guys. ~~~ "Are you nervous?" "Well I wasn't until you asked. Thanks Dad," Daniel said, tugging at his bow tie. "No problem," Aaron replied, adjusting his cummerbund and watching Daniel struggle with his clothes. "Were you this nervous when you married Mom?" Aaron thought about that. "No, but then again, I had been drinking!" he replied, casting an old family joke. "Uh huh. Dad?" Daniel looked at Aaron in a way that made him a little nervous. "Hmmmm?" he asked, needlessly brushing something invisible off his trouser leg. Sean burst into the room and slammed the door. "I just saw the bride pull up and man oh man she is hot!" Sean loved to tease his brother. "She's soon to be sister-in-law Sean, and might I suggest you show a little more respect," Aaron said, sternly. Sean lowered his eyes a little and Aaron added, "Just how hot are we talking here?" Sean laughed and Daniel groaned something about never getting any respect and then started to laugh with them. The years had brought them closer together; each holding onto the others for dear life when the times were tough. "Dad?" Daniel repeated. "Yes son?" Here it comes. I don't know what it is, but by the look on his face, I better brace myself. "Well Sean and I have been talking." "Good!" Aaron cut him off, "Communication is vital." "You're right Dad, it is. Now shut up and listen." Daniel was going to make a great father someday because it was hard to tell when he was bluffing. Then again, maybe that would just make him a good poker player. "Sean and I have been talking and we really think that it's time for you to get out there and meet a woman." Daniel took a deep breath and continued, "We know you still love Mom and so do we, but it's not right for you to be alone Dad. I guess what we want to tell you is that we are behind you, one hundred percent." Aaron became a little choked up and reached out for his sons, holding them close to him and loving them as he always had. ~~~ He sat with Elizabeth's parents and grandparents, a little saddened that he was the only one their representing Daniel's side of the family at the parents and grandparents table. Daniel and Sean no longer had grandparents, all four passing away when then were in their very early teens. "It was a lovely wedding!" Elizabeth's mother, Dianne, was saying for what Aaron suspected was the hundredth time. "And the dinner was superb!" she went on. Once again he nodded and smiled, agreeing that it certainly was. The Country Club was filled with happy, endless chatter. So many people present that Aaron didn't even know most of them when they passed by and congratulated him. He leaned back in his chair and enjoyed the commotion, nursing one drink through the speeches and continuous glass clinking. He watched Sean as he sat at the head table, looking very handsome in his tux and flirting shamelessly with the bridesmaid beside him. Aaron predicted that a couple more drinks and Sean would be under the head table. When the dinner ended, all the guests were escorted to another room where they could relax and dance. The bride and groom danced alone to the first song. The room was completely dark except for the dim spotlight that followed them across the dance floor. They were a beautiful couple and in his mind, Aaron wished them a lifetime of happiness together. When their dance ended, suit jackets started coming off, ties were removed and people started to really enjoy themselves. It was time to party! Aaron chatted with his brother and sister-in-law for a while and then excused himself with the excuse that he needed to make sure he talked to everyone. The truth was that he wanted to get some air and have a moment alone. "Dad!" Elizabeth yelled after him. He turned around to see his new daughter-in-law walking quickly across the room, dragging a woman behind her. At first Aaron couldn't see her very clearly and when Elizabeth finally pulled her into the light Aaron caught his breath. "Dad," Elizabeth said, smiling at calling him that, "I'd like you to meet my oldest friend in the whole world; Kirsten. Kirsten this is Aaron, my new father." Elizabeth stood there grinning like the proverbial cat. "Hello Kirsten," Aaron said, offering his hand. "It's nice to meet Elizabeth's oldest friend in the whole world," he added, teasingly. When did they start making eyes that blue? Kirsten laughed and shook his hand. A brief but firm shake. "Hello Aaron, it's nice to meet you too, although I'm not so sure about these old comments since Lizzie and I are the same age." "I said oldest, not old," Elizabeth explained needlessly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find my husband!" She beamed at her words and quickly left. Aaron smiled down at Kirsten. She smiled back at him; both searching for something to say. "I don't think I saw you at the wedding." Great opening line, Aaron, now she thinks you spent your time scanning the crowd for unsuspecting women. "Actually I just arrived. My flight was delayed and this was the quickest I could get here." She smiled and glanced at the door behind him, "Were you about to leave?" "No." he said quickly, then "I mean, I was going out for some air, not leaving." "Would you like some company?" she asked "I don't really know anyone here but the immediate family and I've already done that round, and believe me, once was enough!" Aaron laughed and she cracked a smile. Without saying a word, he opened the door and motioned her through. Walking out onto the deck behind her, he admired the way she moved and looked from behind. Her long blonde hair was piled on top of her head with a few pieces escaping the silver clip and falling softly around her face and neck. The dress she wore was teal green and now that he was behind her, he noticed that there wasn't a back to it. His eyes moved down to her long, bare legs slowly and he just about had to slap himself back to reality. What the hell was he doing? This woman is 27 years old, if she was Elizabeth's age. She could be his daughter! Not literally but technically she could be. He was twenty years older than she was and God was she beautiful. When Kirsten reached the railing, she turned around and leaned back against it, dropping her head back to look up at the sky. As she looked up, Aaron's eyes moved down her face and neck from there to her breasts to her small waist and down to her hips. "Aaron?" Oh God, she was talking to him and he had been staring at her hips. "Yes?" "You look lost," she said, softly. Lost? God no! Hell yes! Lost? Me? Yeah, that's about right. I'm looking at you and for the first time in years I want to throw caution to the wind and make wild passionate love to a woman I just met. Right here - right now. Oh right! Like I would have the nerve. Although, they do say that it's the thought that counts, and what a thought this is. He smiled at her. "Just a little overwhelmed still, I think," he replied safely. He moved to her side and leaned his elbows on the railing, smelling her perfume. Oscar, he knew that smell well. "If you'd like to be alone, I understand," she said, standing up straight. "No!" he said a little louder than he meant to and then started to laugh. "I'm sorry Kirsten, no, please stay. I'd really like to get to know Elizabeth's oldest friend in the whole world." ~~~ Two hours later they were on the dance floor. Her body was pressed close to his, one arm around each other; hand in hand. He was 6 3" and guessed her to be about 5 7" because he could easily have put his chin on the top of her head as they danced. He didn't; but he could have. His mind spun over the last few hours with them talking up a storm after their initial awkwardness. For someone so young, she had a lot going for her. He liked confident women who weren't afraid to go out and take the world by storm; stand up for themselves and say 'ta hell with whomever can't accept me the way I am. Between that and the way that her breasts felt against his chest he was pretty sure than he wanted to get to know her better. What kind of thoughts are you having, old man? I can't believe the images rolling around in your mind. It must have been those damn movies. Yeah, blame them. That's it! Monday morning I'm going to look up hookers in the yellow pages of the phonebook and get myself laid. Of course, hookers probably don't advertise that way. "Aaron?" "Yes?" Damn, I'm doing it again. "The song finished but if you'd like to keep dancing..." she flashed him that killer smile and he felt his stomach flip flop. "I hear the music in my head," he explained "Dancing to the beat of a different drum, as it were and......" He threw his head back and laughed. "Busted! I wasn't paying attention. Sorry." The band played on and Aaron reluctantly left her arms to dance with other women only out of obligation. He certainly would have rather danced with Kirsten than Elizabeth's mother who was wondering what kind of sauce they had used on the chicken. The happy couple made their way slowly out of the room, followed by well wishes and honeymoon jokes. Aaron searched for Kirsten over the heads in the crowd and caught her staring at him. Be still my heart, he thought and then decided that it wasn't only his heart that needed to be still. They danced the last song together ignoring formal dancing and just holding each other close, swaying slowly to the music. Her small body pressed firmly against his; her hands under his jacket rubbing his back; her face lying gently against his chest. At first he was reluctant to move his hands across her bare back, but once he started he couldn't get enough of her soft skin. Every nerve ending in his body started to tingle and he tired to talk his blood into not moving south. He wasn't successful and Kirsten either didn't notice or was too polite to crack a 'banana in your pocket or just glad to see me' joke. They pulled away from each other when the song ended and Aaron buttoned up his jacket. She only smiled at him sweetly, those blue eyes shining like sapphires. They were among the last the leave the Club. His brother Ted dragged Sean over to him and offered him luck. Aaron smiled at Sean as he tried to stand straight and look sober. His efforts were useless as he swayed and grinned like an idiot. "I'll deposit that in your Jeep," Ted said, nodding towards Sean. Aaron smiled and Ted winked at him knowingly. Turning to Kirsten he felt a sadness wash over him. "I don't want to leave you," he whispered as he reached out and pulled her close embracing her. "Then don't," she whispered back, holding him tight. ~~~ "I love you Dad," Sean slurred as Aaron dropped him onto his bed. "You're an alright guy in my book!" "Gee Son, I'm flattered," Aaron said and reached down to remove Sean's tie and to undo the first two buttons on his shirt. "Get some sleep." "Okay Daddy-O," Sean said and a split second later he was out like a light. At the door he turned around and looked at Sean one more time before turning off the light. "I love you, too," he said quietly, "And I can only hope that you have the hangover from Hell tomorrow." ~~~ "He's dead to the world," Aaron announced as he closed the sliding door behind him, moving to the porch swing where Kirsten was sitting. "I think that's going to hurt in the morning," she laughed. "I'm hoping so!" He laughed with her and sat down, placing his arm around her on the back of the swing. Okay, here's the situation. You have been absent from physical contact with a woman now for quite some time now. For argument sake, let's say around 1,352 days. This shouldn't make you nervous. It's like riding a bike; you never forget. And with this logic, you remember that you rode a bike about 9 days ago, so you're fine. All bases are covered here. "Aaron?" God, there she goes again. She must think I have a problem with my mind wandering. Which is true but does she need to know that this early in the game? "Yes?" he asked softly, bringing his hand up and moving a piece of hair that had fallen across her cheek. "It's really beautiful here," she repeated, turning slightly. "Beautiful, yes. You are very beautiful Kirsten." Where the hell did that come from? She smiled and brought her hands up to his face, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. Moving one hand to the back of her head and the other around her waist, he pulled her close. When their lips touched they both let out little sighs and then pressed harder. Her mouth moving under his made his head spin and when he felt the tip of her tongue slipping between his lips he feared he would pass out. The passion of the kiss deepened as tongues stroked and explored, their lips sliding against each other's. When the kiss ended, it was for the sole purpose of getting some air back into their lungs. He looked down at her face in his hands, her eyelids have shut, her lips still slightly parted and a little swollen from their kiss. "I want to make love you, Kirsten." Who said that? Damn it man, you're going to ruin this for me! "Then do," was all she said. High five to whoever said that and ignore my earlier comment. He stood up and reached down, taking her hands into his and pulling her up to him. He wanted to say something. Anything. There were just no words that he could put together in his mind that didn't sound stupid to him. He wasn't sure where to take her and asking 'where do you want to do it' just didn't seem quite right. Damn, you used to be good at this. You used to have all the right words and all the right moves and now you're staring at her and motioning like a mime playing charades. Kirsten watched him motion his hand backwards and asked, "Can I buy a vowel? I have no clue what you're doing!" and then she cracked up laughing. Aaron laughed, despite himself; "Did you see the size of that bug? I was just protecting you from that evil monster." He looked down at her. "I'm sorry Kirsten, I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing here." She squeezed his hands gently and looked up into his eyes. Without even a blink she said, "I believe you were going to make love to me." "That part do I remember." And had my mind forgotten there are other parts of me that seem to be more than willing to speak up and inform the others. Letting go of one of her hands, he led her to the sliding doors and opened them, motioning her in. "Bug again?" she whispered as she passed him. He laughed and followed her inside. ~~~ She excused herself so she could go do 'girly' things and he spent his free time pacing back and forth in his bedroom. When his wife died he found that he could no longer sleep in that room, with 'their' stuff, so he bought new furniture and moved into the guest room and had lived in here ever since. He looked around the room and wondered if he should have wallpapered or something before he had an overnight guest. The room was fairly plain, painted in a dark forest green with light wood trim. The bedroom suite was very masculine, dark wood and very simple. Everything kind of matched in his opinion although he was pretty sure that Home & Gardens wouldn't be knocking on his door anytime soon wanting to use it for a photo shoot. "Aaron?" What was this, strike six now? He turned around and looked at her standing in the doorway. She had taken the clip out of her hair and it now moved freely down past her shoulders. She moved in and closed the door behind her, softly. Her bare feet didn't make a sound as she walked over to him and smiled. "If it's too soon, I really do understand," she said softly. "I was going to open the window," he replied. "Okay," she said slowly, raising her eyebrows and smiling at him. You're such an idiot. You're in your bedroom and also present is a beautiful woman who is not only sexually appealing but also mentally so. She's here because you said you wanted to make love to her and now you're thinking about redecorating and why the hell won't this window open? "I think you have to turn the latch at the top," Kirsten offered. I knew that! I really did! Aaron turned the latch and pulled the window up, letting in the most beautiful warm breeze. The curtains sprang to life, floating effortlessly. He took a deep breath and turned around. Kirsten. She was watching him with a curious smile on her face. She knows I'm an idiot and she's looking for an escape route. Wait! I opened the window and she's going to make a run for it. Maybe if I fake a shiver, I can close the window and spoil her plan. Yeah, that's it! Damn, the door. I forgot about the door. "If you're thinking about escaping, you'll never get past me." "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, amazed that she thought he would be the one trying to escape. He moved to her, cupping her face in his hands and tilting her head back. When his lips touched hers he forgot that he was nervous. Such soft lips. His hands held the back of her head, pulling her face closer to his. The kiss was slow and tender in the beginning until he felt her tongue slip into his open mouth. His tongue met hers and they both moaned as their arms went around each other, holding tightly for support. She tasted so damn good that Aaron couldn't get enough of her. His hands moved down to her bare back and then up, under her hair to the clasp that held up to top part of her dress. With sure fingers he released the clasp, as their kiss grew deeper. Kirsten was the first to pull away slightly and look up at him. As she moved back, the front of her halter dress fell down and exposed her breasts to him. Aaron took in the lovely sight as he raised his hand and traced his index finger across her collarbone and then slowly moved it down between her breasts. She shivered as his finger moved under one breast and then up, lightly running over her hard nipple. Very lightly he ran his fingers across her chest and over the other nipple. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as he circled it. Without saying a word, he reached behind her and released the small zipper. The remainder of her dress dropped easily to the floor and she stood before him wearing only a pair of very tiny black panties. He caught his breath as his eyes scanned down her beautiful body. His cock pressed hard against his pants, wanting to get out and also enjoy the view. He prayed that he could at least last long enough to actually get it out of his pants. With his hands on her hips, he leaned down and took one of her nipples between his lips and then flicked at the tip of it with his tongue. Kirsten moaned and suddenly her hands were in his hair. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing hard against it as his lips tightened. The harder he sucked, the louder she moaned and started tugging on his hair. Releasing that nipple he moved to the other one, kissing his way down between her breasts and then over, until his lips made contact. Her breast was very firm against his lips as he pushed them hard against her nipple, sucking it in slowly and capturing it between his lips. He pulled his mouth back, stretching her nipple as his tongue probed in from inside his mouth. Kirsten's fingers were furiously working their way through his hair, stopping to tug a little and then moving on. His hands moved from her hips to the small of her back and then down to cup her ass cheeks. He squeezed gently as he tugged at her nipple. He felt her begin to shake and he pulled her closer, sucking harder. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back and when he looked up at her, the look on her face just about made him cum. Her eyes were very dark blue now, the lids almost half shut but they had a wild look to them. He stood up and moved his hands up to her waist as he started to walk, pushing her backwards gently. When her back was against his tall dresser, he moved his hands up under her arms and lifted her onto the dresser. Bottles of cologne and a picture of him and the boys fell from the surface and landed with soft thuds on the floor. Neither of them noticed. He positioned Kirsten at the edge of the dresser and guided her arms back behind her, placing her hands on the dresser top, near the wall. He smiled at her as he leaned towards her and started kissing down her neck and over her breasts. Her stomach was soft and flat and he ran his tongue down until it met up with the material from her panties. Placing a hand on each of her knees, he spread them apart until each leg was over a side of the dresser. His eyes followed the black line of her panties down and he felt his cock lurch when he saw her bare pussy lips exposed from under the material. He stood back and admired his work, smiling at her. Kirsten tried to smile back; her breathing was rapid and strong. God she looked so sexy up there. He listened to her breathing as he took off his tuxedo jacket and tossed it over a chair. The bow tie came off next and then he took off his cufflinks. He could feel her watching his every move, feel her wanting him to get back over there. He unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. She didn't say a word as she sat up on the dresser, her legs spread wide. Tossing his shirt over his jacket, he moved back to her and placed his hand on her thighs. Looking down he noticed that the crotch of her panties did very little to cover the treasure under it, especially with her legs spread that wide. Her pussy lips were almost completely visible with the crotch of the panties slipping between them. As one hand rubbed her thigh, the other moved to the waistband of her panties and he trailed a finger down the crotch over the silky wet fabric. He could smell her as he moved his finger teasingly up and down the crotch. She pushed her hips out, leaning back against her hands. Aaron pushed his finger hard against her panties and they slid easily between her lips. His finger was soaked as he moved it against her clit, the material still between their skins. Kirsten moaned and closed her eyes as she felt his hair brush against her stomach. Aaron nibbled down her panties, tugging at the material with his teeth. When his lips made it down to hers, he kissed one softly and then ran his tongue against it. Her skin was like silk and she gasped when he started licking her juices off her lips. She tasted so sweet that he lapped until her had cleaned off every exposed part of her pussy. He couldn't tease her any longer. His cock had become very uncomfortable in its confines but he didn't release it for fear that it might go off by itself. His fingers moved the crotch of her panties aside and he ran his tongue up her pussy, causing her to moan and shake. He caught her clit between his teeth and then pushed his mouth down on it, sucking it in hard and pulling back. Kirsten's hips started to move against his face as he sucked her clit. Her moans became louder as me moved his mouth down, entering her with his tongue as his nose rubbed her clit. He fucked her furiously with his tongue, each movement driving it in deeper. Her hips moved right off the dresser to meet his mouth. In one quick movement, she leaned back on her elbows and brought her legs up around his neck, her thighs tightening around his head. As her hips moved against him, she started to slide off the dresser and he placed his hands under her ass to hold her in place. He couldn't move his head as she had it clamped firmly between her thighs. His tongue continued to fuck her, lapping and poking until he felt her heels start banging against his back. Moving his hands up to the small of her back, he raised her bottom into the air, her back now lying flat against the dresser. She was moaning loudly. Loud enough for Aaron to hear her with her thighs clamped tightly over his ears. Loud enough to wake up the dead. Sean. Too bad. "Aaron," she screamed and started to grind harder against his face until he felt a rush of hot cum pour onto his tongue. Her legs shook, thighs loosening and tightening and then suddenly she fell hard back into his hands. Her grip on his head loosened and he took the opportunity to bathe her with his tongue, gently lapping up her cream. "My God," she finally said; her voice deep with passion. "My thought exactly," he replied as he moved her legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. He put his hands under her arms and pulled her forward until he held her tightly. With her arms around his neck, she kissed him passionately, her tongue licking at his lips and cheeks, tasting herself on his skin. He walked over to the bed, his cock pushing against his pants screaming to get out. As he lowered her onto the edge of the bed, she slid off and down onto her knees in front of him. Her palm rested against his cock for a moment and then rubbed up and down. "Kirsten." Her fingers quickly moved up to the button and pushed it though the hole. When his zipper was released his pants dropped to the floor, leaving her face to face with his engorged cock, secretly hiding behind white briefs that were wet with precum. She busied herself pulling down his briefs and tapped his foot so that he would pick it up. After tapping the second one she had managed to remove his pants, briefs and both socks and he didn't remember any of it. "Kirsten." When those soft lips went around the head of his cock; when those long fingers held the base and rotated slowly; when that tongue started flicking at his skin, he was sure that he was going to die. Well, maybe not die. Cum. He looked down to see her blonde head moving back and forth. He watched as his cock disappeared between her lips and as it went in, it rubbed against her teeth and her tongue soothed it. His legs started to shake and he knew that if he didn't do something soon he was going to cum in her mouth. The thought was a nice one but he desperately wanted to make love to this woman. "Kirsten." He moaned as her forehead kept bumping against his stomach. Think about something else. I need to check the oil in the Jeep, I'm pretty sure it's low. I haven't seen the new figures from Miller but I bet that last campaign is going to be pricey. It'll be worth it in the long run. Lips moving, tightening around my cock. It's so wet. Row, row, row, your boat...gently down the stream. God, how does she control her tongue to do that? Oh baby don't do that. No. Don't squeeze my balls or I'm going to..... 99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer, you take one down, pass it around.... Aaron moaned and noticed that at some point his fingers had become entwined in her hair and he was pushing her head against him, fucking her mouth and moaning like a crazy man. "Kirsten. Baby. You need to stop that." His voice was a hoarse whisper as he told her to stop sucking on him although his hands held her head and edged her on. Talk about a mixed message. "Kirsten if you don't stop that, you're never going to see what colour my sheets are." He looked down and watched her as she looked up and tighten her lips around his cock, slowly pulling her head back until his cock was free of her mouth. It tingled and throbbed as it watched her closely. She leaned close and kissed the tip and it jumped in response. Aaron leaned down and put his hands under her arms, pulling her up to him. He held her tight, kissing her face and stroking her hair. He was trying to calm himself down a little before moving on. "Is that a banana?" Kirsten asked and he cracked up. He looked down into her beautiful eyes and just couldn't wait any longer. She smiled at him and backed up a step, sliding her panties down her legs and kicking them aside. She sat on the edge of the bed and then pushed herself back, laying down and staring up at him. As he moved towards the bed he watched her spread her legs and pull her knees up. Her pussy was shiny and swollen. Her arms were outstretched inviting him. Aaron guessed that Kirsten knew that it had been some time for him, or she might just think you're a big goof. Either way, she was still there, on the bed. Her arms and pussy both open to him and he accepted both. Sliding up the bed and lying against her, the head of his cock brushed between her lips, soaking it. She raised her hips and moaned, mumbling something that sounded pretty dirty. Watching her face, he moved his hips forward and started sliding his cock into her pussy. He moved slowly, savoring the feeling of her tightness. She groaned when he stopped and opened her eyes, looking up at him. "Don't stop," she moaned, her breathing ragged. Like I could! Aaron kept himself raised on his elbows and watched her expression as he thrust hard and deeply into her. Her eyes became wide and her mouth opened, letting out a whimper and a moan. Kirsten's nails dug into the flesh on his shoulders as her hips moved up to meet his. Moving her legs around his waist and locking them at the ankles, she pushed hard against him. He fucked her slowly at first and then started to pick up the pace. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and he could feel her hard nipples. He could feel her pussy sucking his cock in deeper and holding it. The contractions were driving him wild as he continued to slam into her as she banged on his back with her heels. "Aaron," she moaned and then she began thrashing underneath him. Her legs were so tight around him that at the moment she came, he thought she was going to break one of his ribs. No really Doctor, I tripped and fell. What heel marks in my back? Scratches? Oh, I have a cat. He leaned down and kissed her open mouth, shoving his tongue into it and stroking hers. Like a flash of lightening, he felt his legs begin to tense and he thrust into her harder. Kirsten moaned under his mouth, her body quivering and slamming up against him. "Kirsten," he moaned and buried his face against hers. He shuttered and came heavily inside her, moaning each time he released, his cock jerking and her pussy reacting by clenching it tightly. "My God," he whispered against her hair. She was trying to catch her breath under him when he locked his arms around her and he rolled onto his back, his body never leaving hers. They held each other tight, fingers stroking each other's wet skin, lips planting little kisses, tongues licking as their hearts started to return to a normal pace and their breathing became steady. He watched her for a long time as she drifted off to sleep, the moon shining through the window and softly laying across the bed while the curtains continued to dance with the wind. ~~~ Aaron stared at Kirsten, the memory of that night still very fresh in his mind. He held both her hands and focused in on her beautiful blue eyes. "Aaron?" He jilted himself back to reality, looked at the minister and then back at Kirsten who was staring at him with a silly grin on her face. She knows me too well now; knows that I drift off into these memories and she always patiently waits for me to come back. "Aaron?" "I do." ~~~ http://members.xoom.com/Writers_Block -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----