My New Castle, Chapter 5

Christmas morning, David got up early and hurried downstairs. He lit the
fire, prepared cocoa and cinnamon rolls and made sure that all the
gifts from Santa were displayed. Then he went to wake his Rebecca. As
he neared their bed, he paused, watching her sleep, amazed again at her
sweetness and warmth. He almost couldn't remember the days, months and
years he had spent all alone, with no one to love and no one who
returned the love. He was so incredibly happy with Rebecca. She was a
constant surprise and delight. He had laughed more, loved more and felt
more in his months with her than he had his entire adult life.

Now, he climbed into bed behind her, moved her heavy brown hair and
started kissing her warm neck, whispering words of love and good cheer.
He DID mention a few times that Santa had come and there were all sorts
of gifts there for good girls. Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled,
turning in his arms and kissing him good morning. He jumped up and held
out her warm, red fleece robe, wrapping it around her and kissing her
neck one final time. Then he headed downstairs, into the warm family
room, scented with pine, cocoa and cinnamon. Becca followed behind,
smiling at his retreating back and saying a prayer to the Relationship
God, thanking him for David.

Christmas music filled the air, the tree was aglow with bright lights
and the presents seemed to have doubled since bedtime. They sat
together, happily sharing their first Christmas, opening presents and
oohing and aahing over the thoughtfulness and cleverness.

Becca liked, no, loved, all her gifts from David. They were carefully
chosen with her in mind, that was obvious. He had selected items that
seemed made for her, hand picked with love and care. David liked all of
his stuff too. He had tried on the gloves, admired the shirts and even
rubbed on a little of the "Obsession for Men". All that remained under
the tree was the portfolio that Rebecca had made for David.

They sat on the floor, their backs against the couch, close to each
other and near the lovely warm fire. Rebecca reached under the tree one
more time and brought out the package. She handed it to David with a
kiss and snuggled at his side, waiting for him to open it and look
inside. She hadn't looked at it at all, Kat had given it to her wrapped
and ribboned and asked her to wait to be surprised with David. Now, he
carefully removed the paper, and held the burgundy leather portfolio in
his lap, reading the cover aloud, "REBECCA, 2001".

Rebecca had a moment of panic, she had never told David about Kat and
their relationship. She started to explain, but David didn't want to
listen right now, he wanted to see his Rebecca.

When he opened the book, it covered nearly both their laps. Kat had
matted each picture and added small headings. The first pictures were
just normal daily activities. Pictures of Rebecca at the computer,
drinking coffee, reading a book. She was wearing the red satin blouse
and short black skirt in each, but the moods seemed totally different
with each shot. David felt he could never tire of seeing his beautiful
lover, and each picture delighted him more. Now he saw the poses with
the buttons slightly open and yearned to see the lovely breasts he knew
were still covered. Although he had seen Becca naked countless times,
he now wished that he could unbutton the few remaining ones and peek at
her.

There was even a picture of Rebecca bent over a desk, her skirt thrown
up, offering her hot ass to him. He remembered that pose and responded
again to it. His cock was hard and ready, the precome sliding down the
stiff shaft. Slowly, he turned the pages. This picture was Becca, her
nipples hard and damp, as if just sucked. The look on her face was
magical, as if she was being transported to somewhere exquisite. David
stared at her face, her half-closed eyes, remembering well seeing her
that way. On the next page was Becca, standing in a room, clad only in
a red garter belt and dark hose, seemingly amazed to have found her bra
on the floor and her full breasts naked. David could see her curlies,
nearly smell her vanilla womanly scent as she stood there, slightly
dazed.

These pictures were wonderful. David was seeing his woman just as he
loved to, in a nearly sexual haze, slightly confused and lost.

Now the pictures became even more sensual. Becca with her tiny fingers sliding through her curlies, separating them, combing them, letting
them wrap around her fingertips and then releasing them. With each
picture, there was a tiny change, almost slow motion. The curls became
shiny and obedient, now he could see her swollen slit and noted her
fingers were buried deep within that slit. Her beautiful dark brown
nipples changed from picture to picture, sometimes soft and almost
flat, at times hard, bumply and newly sucked. David was mesmerized by
the portraits. They caught his love at her most sensual, her most
erotic. He continued turning the pages and watched as his Becca slid
several fingers deep into her pinkness, licked those fingers cleaned
and returned to thrusting them in and out of that most delicious pussy.

Then, a series of shots were of Rebecca coming. Her face was tight with
passion, her eyes glazed with excitement. He could almost hear her
crying his name. He could see the flush on her chest, he could feel her
pussy tightening on his cock. God, these pictures were marvelous!

The final portrait in the portfolio was Rebecca, drained. Her hand
rested on her curly mound, her eyes were closed and her smile was the
most tantalizing that David had ever seen. Her nipples were still
semi-engorged, capping her full breasts. She was a woman at rest,
fulfilled and happy.

David stared at the last picture for quite awhile. He loved it. He loved
her. When he turned to Becca, he saw fright on her face. He wrapped his
arms around her and invited her to share the story of the pictures.
They were obviously taken by someone who loved her very much and he
wanted to hear about it.

They snuggled on the couch, fitting together in the special way they
had, her head on his shoulder, her feet dangling by his knees. She took
a deep breath and told him her story.

"I was very innocent in high school. I didn't date. I didn't want to. I
was happy being in school clubs and belonging to groups of kids who
were like me. We ran around in a big crowd, one big 'clump' of kids.
When I went away to college, the guys began noticing me. I dated a few,
but it always ended badly. They seemed to expect an experienced girl,
an easy girl and I just wasn't that way. I began spending more time
with my roommate, Kat. We had so much fun. She was easy to be with,
bright, clever and very nice to me. She encouraged me to try dating one
more time and I went out with William. I thought he was sweet, but he
was like all the rest, except this time he would not stop when I said
no. He forced me to kiss him, even put my hand on his crotch and rubbed
against it.

"When I got home, Kat was there already. She saw how upset I was, how
much I needed to talk. She held me and listened as I told her what had
happened. She was so nice, she held me and gentled me, assuring me that
what had happened was not my fault."

David continued holding his Becca, hating William for hurting and
scaring her. He also was thankful she had a good friend like Kat to
make her feel safe again. He could see the scene, see William forcing
himself on his innocent baby, and he felt such anger and disgust.

Becca looked up at him, kissed his chin and continued her story. "Kat
made me feel so good and safe, it seemed natural to just let her hold
me and comfort me. When she began kissing my cheek, I kissed her back,
just her cheek. She was so soft and gentle, so kind to me. She never
made me feel childish or inexperienced. We sat together and talked,
holding each other and sharing things I thought I could never say to
anyone. She understood. When she kissed my mouth, it seemed so right.
We spent hours kissing after that night. Her lips were soft and loving,
she made me feel things I had never felt before. She never rushed me,
allowing me to go at my own desire. Little by little, we did more
together. It was a natural progression. I wanted her to kiss me, touch
me, remove my clothing and discover me. Kat was fantastic. I never felt
fear or disgust, only desire and love."

David listened to his Becca and felt lust. The image of his lady, his
lover, sharing herself with another woman was so incredibly erotic. He
felt himself getting aroused again, felt himself wanting her even more.
He was excited at the thought that she had had a female lover and was
sharing it with him. His hands slid into her robe, touching her soft,
full breasts, rubbing against her hardening nipples.

Rebecca continued her story, oblivious to the effect it was having on
David. "It didn't take us long to become lovers. She spent so much time
teaching me about my body, showing me what would excite me and make me
come. She could make me come repeatedly, seeming to get all her
pleasure from mine. Kat never asked me to touch her or do anything I
didn't want to. She taught me about my clit, and my little moat, taught
me about toys and the joy of multiple orgasms. I wanted to learn about
her too. I would touch her at night when she slept, learning about her
body and what made her sigh and moan. One night, she woke and looked at
me, asking if I was sure. I was. We made love that night, two women who
knew what they wanted. It was fantastic, coming and making Kat come. We
were wrapped together, loving each other and proud to share that love."

David was so excited hearing this. He was imagining a woman between
Rebecca's legs, licking her delicious pussy and making her come. He
imagined Rebecca learning about Kat, and diligently using her knowledge
to pleasure her friend. His hand slid between Becca's legs, finding her
curly mound and rubbing it with his large, warm hand. His finger slid
into the slit, and found she was so wet and ready for him. He moved off
the sofa, kneeling beside her while she continued to tell him of her
adventures. His face was buried between her legs, his mouth greedily
licking and sucking on her soft pinkness. He found her clit, toyed with
it as she said Kat had, sucking it into his mouth and massaging it with
his tongue. He french-kissed her cunt, his tongue buried deeply inside
her. He felt his cock throbbing, aching. He had never found Rebecca so
delicious or needy. Her hips thrust against his face, her hands were
buried in his hair. He could feel her tense and then felt her orgasm
starting, pulling his tongue even deeper as she spasmed around it.
Still he couldn't stop, sucking and lapping at her pinkness as she
called out his name, begging him to let her catch her breath. He loved
being deep in her pink warmth, loved feeling her fluids gushing on his
face. She was coming continuously now, crying out in joy and love.

She sat up and turned to face David. Her legs were spread around his
trunk. She held his face in her hands and kissed his mouth, washing his
lips with her tongue, tasting herself on him. She pulled frantically at
his robe, pushing it away from his body and wrapping her legs around
him. While kissing him, she lowered herself down his body, guiding his
erect cock into her needy depths. As he pushed into her deepest pink,
she held him and whispered her love for him, her joy in him. He began
thrusting up into her, making her moan into his mouth, begging him to
fuck her. She needed him. She needed to feel him coming inside her,
filling her with his warmth. His hands were on her ass, kneading the
tight skin and holding her close. They rocked, his cock thrusting
deeply inside her, his balls slapping against her. She could feel
herself coming again, feel her muscles grasping his turgid cock and
squeezing it inside her depths. She begged him to come now, come for
her. She felt him tensing, felt his hands grasping her flesh, closing
any distance between them. He came.

They collapse together under the tree, amid the wrapping papers and
ribbons. They held each other tightly, kissing and beaming at each
other. As they started to sleep, David said they would have to invite
Kat to their home and see what developed.

TO BE CONTINUED...