Chapter 4
Friday afternoon when I left class I was running as I headed for my car. I had a lot to do that afternoon. First I made a quick trip to my personal bank and got some cash, then I headed to an appliance store. Uncle Silas had been old fashioned and I wanted convenience. I bought a microwave oven, a toaster oven, a toaster, and even an automatic coffee maker. Then while I was there I looked at the small freezers they had on display. After paying for my purchases, I loaded them into my car and began the drive to the town nearest the farm because that was where the bank Uncle Silas had used was.
I'd phoned the bank earlier and they had all the papers ready for me to sign so I could take over my inheritance and establish a new account for the farm. Actually, they were extremely good to me and I left the bank feeling a lot more secure. There had been more money in the account than I had expected and as well there had been a safety deposit box in Uncle Silas' name that they had changed over to mine. I'd had to sign for that and they'd insisted that I look at what was in it before officially taking the keys.
I really didn't look all that closely at everything in the box because I was meeting Mom and Dad and I was short of time. Luckily there really wasn't much more I had to do at the bank, so it wasn't long before I rushed away with my new 'temporary' cheque book in my hand.
It was only minutes later when Mom and Dad met me outside the local feed and seed merchant's warehouse and after a short greeting, we went in to talk to the manager. Dad wanted to be there when I first talked to him and I sure wasn't going to argue, I thought I might need his experience. After I'd introduced myself as Uncle Silas' heir, I found that he had left another surprise for me. He'd prepaid enough on his seed account the fall before that about half of my spring expenses for seed and fertilizer were already taken care of. It would all have been paid for, if I had left the seeding the way Uncle Silas had planned it, however I wanted to do a crop rotation system that called for some changes. It made no difference to the seed company, except that they had to add to an order for a few more bags of seed.
When I wrote them a cheque right away, the guy behind the desk grinned. "That's one thing I always liked about your uncle, he paid in advance." He said quietly. "There's some around here that want credit."
"I do my best not to work that way." I shook my head. "Usually if I can't pay for something, I do without, although I suppose there are times when credit might be a good thing."
"Well, your uncle spoke highly of you and so far you've impressed me, if there comes a day you need credit . . ." He reached out and took my hand, shaking it firmly. "Well, if that day comes, we'll talk, okay?"
"That suits me fine." I smiled.
Outside afterward, Dad simply clapped me on the shoulder and squeezed lightly.
"Thanks for popping in there with me." I grinned at him. "The support was appreciated."
"Well, I'd say Silas laid the ground work for you. Prepaying for seed like that isn't something most people can do any more."
"Well, if you looked at the deal, Uncle Silas was getting the same interest as if the money was in the bank and since the seedman had the money in hand, his debt load was lowered, or he had money to use. Either way, both of them profited."
"Glad you noticed." Dad grinned. "I'm feeling better about you being on your own already."
"I had a couple of good teachers." I grinned back, then turned to Mom. "You sure you want to come along, we've still got to go to the implement dealer and the fuel company. I mean you're welcome, but if you want to do something else?"
"Okay, since I've been in enough of those kind of places over the years. I'll go do some shopping and meet you at the café. I'm buying you supper."
"Unh uh. We can met you at the café and have coffee, but I'm going to get takeout and feed you at the farm." I laughed. "I want you to see the house now that it's cleaned up."
With Dad at my side to give me confidence, I went around to the main places that I knew of where Uncle Silas had done business and introduced myself. I was surprised to find that most of them knew about me already and some of the people even knew Dad personally. All in all, everything went well and after a quick coffee with Mom at the café, I stopped at a takeout chicken place, then they followed me out to the farm.
When we walked in, Mom was impressed with how much different the place looked when it was cleaned up, but gave me a rough time about leaving the heat turned up. That's when I pointed to a note on the table.
"Hey Tom. There's fresh milk and eggs in the fridge and I turned up the heat for you. It was colder than the hubs of hell in here. See you tomorrow, Willy."
Both Mom and Dad laughed, then after a quick tour around the house, we ate our takeout chicken and talked for a bit. Since they had to drive home and Dad didn't like driving too late at might, it wasn't long before they said their goodbyes and I was left alone.
After they were gone and I'd cleaned up the kitchen, I went out to the car to get all the new small appliances for the kitchen. Sitting down at the table after unpacking them and cleaning off all the labels, I read some of the instructions that came in the boxes. Then I used the new coffee maker to perk myself a cup of coffee.
The coffee tasted decent, but the house felt so empty that it wasn't long before I felt quite lonely. I decided that the only way I was going to be able to survive these weekends without having Lisa-Marie home would be to stay busy. I was thinking of digging out Uncle Silas' old accounts again with the idea of trying to make further sense of them. Now that I knew about his habit of prepaying some accounts, it might make some of the expenses seem more reasonable.
Then the phone rang.
It was Lisa-Marie and I don't think I've ever been happier to hear anyone's voice.
"Hi Tom. Miss me?" She asked.
"More than you'll ever know. This house is too empty without you here."
"Well . . ." She paused and I could hear her take a deep breath. "Don't get mad at me, huh?"
"Why would I get mad at you?"
"Well, you're probably going to get company in a little while."
"What, are you coming out here this weekend?"
"Maybe tomorrow, if I can, but I'm talking about tonight." She sighed softly. "I've got a soft heart and a softer head."
"What in hell are you talking about?" I demanded, thinking that I could hear fear in her voice. "What's wrong?"
"Please Tom, be patient with me. I told someone you'd let her stay there in the house tonight. Well . . . and maybe longer."
"What?"
"Just wait and listen would you? Please?" She pleaded.
"Okay, I'll listen, I guess." I took a breath to calm myself, wondering what was happening.
"Okay. First off, Andrea got pregnant. Second, she and Fred have broken up. Third, she had a fight with her Dad and he's told her she has to get out of the house." Lisa-Marie rattled off her words machine gun style, then paused.
I think she was waiting for me to speak, but I couldn't think of anything to say.
"Andrea called me and wanted to know if I was coming out this weekend. When I told her I wasn't, she started to cry. She doesn't have anywhere to go and hardly any money . . ." Lisa-Marie paused and her voice dropped almost to a whisper. "I thought she could stay with us for now . . . Well, there at the house . . . Maybe for a few days . . . Until she gets her life sorted out . . . Tom, I hope you don't mind, but I couldn't think of anything else to do for her."
"Oh jeez." I sighed, still sorting it out. "At least we've got a bedroom or two to spare."
"Oh thank you, Tom. I love you. I just couldn't think what else to do."
Just then there was a loud knock at the door.
"Oh shit, there's someone at the door. Can you hold on?"
"Of course I can hold on. It might be Andrea. If it is, I want to talk to her."
"Okay, I'll be back."
It wasn't Andrea. It was Willy.
"Hi Tom." He looked like hell. "Andy and Dad had a big fight and Dad threw Andy out of the house. Dad's being an asshole and Fred's being a prick. I've got Andy in the car with all her clothes. She's crying a lot, but she said she talked to Lisa-Marie on the phone and . . ."
"Yeah, I know. Lisa-Marie is on the phone right now and wants to talk to Andrea. Go get her and bring her in here."
As he nodded and went to get her, I moved back to the phone. "Hey kid. It was Willy. He gave Andrea a ride over with all her stuff."
"Oh, that's good. At least all of her family aren't pissed off with her." Lisa-Marie sighed. "I was worried about that."
Just then Andrea came in with Willy.
"Hi Andrea, sorry to hear you've got a few problems." I tried to say calmly as I held out the phone toward her. "Lisa-Marie, is on the phone and she wants to talk, okay?"
Andrea was crying, but she grabbed the phone and sat down.
"Well, where is her stuff?" I asked Willy because he had come in empty handed.
"She said she had to be sure that it was okay for her to stay and . . ."
"Let's get it. I'll give you a hand." I pushed him toward the door.
Once we were outside and a little way away from the house, I stopped him.
"Okay, exactly what the hell is going on? Why did Andrea and your Dad fight? And why is Fred being a prick?"
He grunted, then looked at me defiantly. "Remember last Saturday night when you said there was more to your Uncle Silas than most people knew, but that you couldn't say anything because it wasn't your business to tell about it? Well this is like that. It's Andy's business and she should be the one to say anything. I'm not talking."
"So, are you mad at her too?" I demanded.
"No and . . ."
"Good, I don't want to have to go hunting for someone else for a hired hand to do my chores and help out around the place."
"Oh for cripes sake." He laughed suddenly as he opened the trunk of his car. "You are the darnedest guy."
"What do you mean?" I said as I grabbed a couple of big garbage bags as he handed them to me. "Why am I so strange to you?"
"Well, you hardly know me and you know Andrea even less, yet you're opening your house to her. Then afterward, you were going to worry about whether or not I was going to still be your friend."
"Oh, I didn't worry about your friendship, just your sense of ethics." I said as we both walked to the door. "I wondered if you'd stand by your sister or your father or your word to me."
"Well, at the moment, I'm caught in the middle. Look, I can't talk about it, okay?" He sighed. "And on top of everything else, I'm worried about what Jean is going to do. I don't know whether she'll still be okay with going out with me or not."
"Oh shit. I didn't think of that." I said as we opened the door and went inside.
Andrea was still on the phone, but she looked up at me as we came in and she tried to smile through her tears.
"Lisa-Marie says she wants to talk and then I'm to tell you the whole story, okay" Andrea's voice was broken by little shudders as she handed me the phone.
"I guess." I answered and took the phone, feeling slightly confused.
"Hi" I said to Lisa-Marie as Andrea took the bags from me and took them upstairs.
"Oh Tom, this is so complicated. I'm going to have to hop in the car and drive out. I really think I should be there tonight to help Andrea."
"I thought you wanted to study." I said without thinking.
"I do and I will. I'll bring my books and study some when I'm there, but you're going to need me and Andrea already does."
"I don't know about me, but I think Andrea does."
Just then Willy came inside and went upstairs with more things, so I stopped talking.
"Good, as long as you can handle it 'til I get there." Lisa carried on. "I've told Andrea to put her stuff in the bedroom across the hall from the one that we've been using. Just talk to her until I get there, please? She needs a shoulder to cry on and someone to comfort her. She's carrying a ton of guilt and lots of strong feelings, so let her dump them, okay? "
"Cripes. This is not making sense!" I said quietly, hoping my voice wouldn't carry upstairs.
"Oh, it is, just a bit different is all. Right now she needs friends that won't judge her, okay?"
"Yeah, I guess. I really don't understand though."
"Okay, I'll explain what Andrea said to me once again. She got pregnant, but when she told Fred, he insisted that she get an abortion. After she agreed, she felt that things between them started to change. She got suspicious and the other night she found out he'd been going out with someone else, so she and Fred broke up. Then today her Dad heard about the abortion and he's a really strong old-fashioned Catholic. He got mad at her and she lost her temper. In the fight, he told her she was a slut and kicked her out of the house. Understand now?"
"Yeah sure, I guess." I sighed. "How long will it be before you get here? You might be right about my needing help."
"You'll be okay. I'm only going to be a couple of hours at the most. I should be there by nine-thirty or ten at the latest."
I was still on the phone when Willy came down the stairs and walked to the door. He paused long enough to wave and tell me that he had to go talk to Jean, then he left.
"Well, Willy just left, did you want to talk to Andrea again? I can get her back down from upstairs."
"No Love, I'm going to go get ready to drive out now. I want you to go talk to her, give her a hug and let her cry on your shoulder if she needs to, okay?"
"I guess. Drive safely now."
"Yes Tom, love you. I'll be there soon."
"See you then." I sighed.
After I hung up the phone, I sat there for a minute, thinking that I was really uncertain about this. Who was I to comfort a teenage girl with a broken heart? The only girl I'd ever really been close to had been Lisa-Marie and I had no experience with love affairs gone wrong. Finally with another deep sigh, I stood up and went into the kitchen, putting water on to boil, thinking I'd make tea.
I was taking down the tea pot when I heard a footstep and turned to see Andrea. She was standing at the doorway, looking around wildly, then she saw me and it seemed like she relaxed instantly.
"Oh, there you are." She said softly. "I don't want to be alone and I . . ."
"It's okay. I'm here." I tried to smile. "I was just making a pot of tea. Would you like a cup?"
"I suppose. But really I just want someone to talk to and . . ."
"We can do both." I gesture to the kitchen table. "Why don't you sit down, I'll get the tea ready and you can tell me whatever you want, or not, whichever you want to do."
She looked at me strangely and then sighed softly.
"Could we sit in the living room . . . on the couch . . . I want to touch someone, please?"
"We can sit where you want. Now just a second and I'll get us a cup of tea."
Ten minutes later, we were sitting side by side on the old love seat in the living room, our tea on the old battle-scarred table. She was sitting stiffly, her hands clasped together and her jaw clenched, so I reached out my hand and rested it on her wrist.
"Anything you say is okay, and I'll keep it a secret if you want." I whispered.
"Oh God, Tom. I feel so stupid." She moaned, then she leaned over against me.
"I wouldn't say that you were stupid." I said as I rested an arm around her shoulder so she could snuggle close. "You might have been a lot of things, but I doubt if stupidity is one of them."
"But I believed him." She broke into tears.
" Do you mean Fred?"
"Yes, He painted such a perfect picture of what I wanted. Us, in a little house, just us living together and it sounded so perfect. He asked me to marry him and then when I said yes, he made it so easy to want to have sex, to make love. Only I wasn't ready for how much I wanted to show him that I loved him. It took me by surprise and that feeling took over."
Now she was crying, leaning on my shoulder and softly sobbing. For several minutes she cried and I simply held her, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to say. My own mind was running in circles, wondering what I was getting into, what was going to happen, how long Lisa-Marie's trip was going to take. That gave me something to worry about and yet something to concentrate on. Lisa-Marie was on her way and while she was a good driver, she didn't drive much at night and . . .
Andrea sighed, a shuddering sigh, broken by little tear-induced gasps.
"When he started to touch me, stroke me, and we were kissing . . . it felt so good, so right." She blurted suddenly. "I must be terrible. I kept wanting him to do more and more. My breasts were tingling under his fingers, but there was cloth in the way and I wanted them on my bare skin. Then he was sucking and nibbling on my . . . Oh GOD his lips and his teeth felt so good and I was on fire. Then his fingers were touching me under my . . . and I . . . his finger was sliding up and down, then suddenly it was . . . I felt my legs moving apart and . . ."
Having her describe how Fred had handled her and feeling her warmth and softness under my hand, I could feel myself react. Even if she wasn't completing her sentences, my imagination was doing it for me. She was turning me on and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Her head moved slightly, I was sure she looked down and saw the swelling in my pants. Suddenly she sat up. She pulled away, shifting to the end of the love seat, reaching out to pick up her cup of tea in both hands.
"I can't touch you and talk." She whispered. "I'm sorry."
"You do what you want." I forced an uneasy laugh. "I'm sorry I reacted, but I'm a guy and I just . . ."
"It wasn't your reaction that bothered me, I know that guys react to stories like that." She almost barked. "It was mine! I was feeling like I did when he . . . when I . . . when we fucked!"
She paused and took a deep breath, then laughed sardonically. "There I said it! Finally! I admitted it. That's what Fred and I did. We fucked. We made a baby and I guess that was wrong, but at the time, it felt so right and so . . . I don't know, so natural."
"It sounds to me like Fred seduced you." I said, trying to be calm, grabbing my tea cup so I'd have something to do with my hands.
"Seduced me? Oh yeah, he seduced me all right." She snorted. "The bastard!"
"Well, you had to be willing to be seduced too." I couldn't help saying. "I mean he took advantage, but you cooperated. It wasn't totally a one way street and I don't think you can say that he raped you."
"Oh no, he was smart enough to excite me until I couldn't help myself. You know, it's funny, but . . ." She sighed. "Lisa-Marie was right, talking to you helps."
"Well, that's good. Maybe when she gets here, you can tell the story to her and that way you can clear it out of your system for the time being."
"Hmmph." She grunted. "I don't think anything will clear it out of my system. Not ever!"
"That doesn't sound right. Someday, you'll find the right guy and . . ."
"Oh sure. I've got about seven months." She snapped.
"What? I thought you got an abortion."
"Huh, no. That's what is so stupid. I don't know why, but I feel that's totally wrong. Maybe it's because I was raised as a Catholic or maybe it's just that I don't want to screw around with my body, but after Fred told me I was old news and that he wanted a virgin bride . . . even then, I didn't go through with the abortion."
"But if you didn't get an abortion, why did your Dad kick you out of the house?" I frowned at her.
"I don't understand that . . . either." She suddenly was sobbing again. "It's like because . . . because I was thinking of . . . of having an abortion, it was just . . . just as bad. Then too, he was yelling at me, and I yelled back and we both . . ."
I reached over and took the cup of tea from her hand and then held her hand in mine. Suddenly she seemed to flow toward me and against my chest, sobbing on my shoulder.
I didn't have anywhere else to put my arms, but around her and yet it felt strange. It didn't seem right. I should be holding Lisa-Marie and not someone else, but Andrea was a friend and she needed to be held. Dammit I was confused. She needed a friend to hold her and help her and my treacherous body was reacting to the way she felt in my arms - I was getting aroused and I wanted to fight it off, but I couldn't. She felt wonderful and yet she wasn't Lisa-Marie and I knew that I shouldn't feel this way. I felt guilty and yet I didn't want to make her move.
Then she sighed softly and if anything she wriggled closer. I felt her head move and it was only when I strained to hear her that I realised she was talking in a voice that was lower than any whisper should be.
". . . used to pick me up at the house in his car, then we'd go and park. We'd start to kiss and hug and it was so nice, so relaxing. I could trust him, then gradually his hands started to move from my back to my shoulders, my arms, then he was gently touching my breasts through my shirt and bra. But still, it was so gentle and he would still be kissing me. It felt so good." She sighed then and fell silent for a minute.
She was leaning against me, pressing against me, gradually forcing me into the corner of the seat. It was as if she couldn't get close enough. I was starting to wonder if we were going to be okay until Lisa-Marie could get home.
She began to speak again, louder this time, perhaps because her lips were almost touching my ear.
"Then one night I wanted his hands on me, so I wore a blouse with little buttons that came open easily and I didn't wear a bra. When he hugged me and his hands slipped down onto my boobs, my blouse fell open and he was touching my skin and it felt so good, so wonderful. After all, he'd asked me to marry him and it was okay, wasn't it? I thought it was, after all, it was just his hand on my skin." She snorted softly, mocking her decision.
"That was what started it. After that, he had to go further each time we got together. First it was his hand on my breasts, then he was sucking on my nipples. Oh I liked that so much. When he did that I didn't care that his hands slid down and opened my zipper and slipped inside my jeans, then inside my panties. His fingers felt so good." She shuddered and I couldn't help it, I groaned.
"Jeez Andrea, you're driving me crazy." I growled my arousal felt hard enough to split diamond. "A man isn't supposed to be teased like this. I can't stand it."
"Oh, poor Tom." She whispered, then lifted her head and stared into my eyes. "I promise Tom, when Lisa-Marie gets here, I'm sure she'll know how to help you. I can't seem to help myself. I have to tell you. I want you to know how I felt." She moaned softly and her cheek touched mine lightly in a tender, almost nonexistent hug. "You can take it, can't you Tom? You'll let me talk, won't you? So I can make you understand how I felt and what I had to do? Please Tom, pretty please, with sugar on it?"
"Andrea, if you carry on, I don't know if you'll be safe." I managed to say, pressing her shoulders back with both hands so I had some space between our bodies.
"But I trust you Tom. I really do. It's funny, I've only known you for a few days, but I know I'm okay here, even if I'm all alone with you."
"Andrea, you're not being fair." I growled and was about to get up, but somehow she twisted and suddenly she was pressing against me again, her lips at my ear.
"I know I'm not being fair Tom, but what's fair about the battle of the sexes, huh? Just what's fair about the fact that a man can play with a girl and get her so excited that she can't keep her legs together? What's fair about that huh? And then, when he gets her excited by putting a finger inside her, then lifting it up and licking her juices off his finger, moaning like it was caviar, what's fair about that, huh? It's not a fair game, Tom. It's just not."
She sat back and her face twisted into a scowl, tears running down her face. "Look at me, just look at me. I'm eighteen years old, and I'm pregnant. That means I'm going to lose my figure, which may not be perfect, but it was pretty damn good. It's finished now. I'll never look like this again. In a year, I'm going to be a fat old broad with a kid, one more flabby single mother with a high school education, trying to make do on welfare or a minimum wage job. I'm finished. There's nothing left. My life is ruined. And I got in this shape because of a smooth talking, smart assed bastard. So no, I'm not being fair, but right at the moment I don't care because life hasn't been fair to me either."
What she said made me mad. Some of it was true, but it didn't have to stay that way. Just because she was pregnant didn't mean her life was finished.
"Now just who says you're going to be a fat old broad." I growled back at her. "Are you a quitter? Are you just going to give up? Do you think Lisa-Marie and I are such poor friends that we'll let you give up? First off, you still have choices. They may not be as wide as they were before you got pregnant, but you still have choices you can make. Okay?"
"What fucking choices? Get an abortion, or not? What choice is that? And what do you mean quit anyway, how have I quit? And what could you and Lisa-Marie do to help me, huh?"
"Well, you could find a guy who doesn't mind that you're pregnant, you could give the baby up for adoption, those are a couple of choices."
"Oh sure, and where am I going to find that guy? And if I have a baby, I'm still going to get fat and sloppy. Women do get fat when they carry a baby, you know."
"Well, fat can be taken off. I could buy Lisa-Marie a buggy whip and she could chase you around the barn for three or four hours each day to wear it off if you need the added incentive."
"OH YOU ASSHOLE!" She shouted and stomped away. "I don't want to listen to you any more. I'm going to go have a bath. I hope Lisa-Marie gets here soon. At least she's sympathetic."
I sat there and listened to her stomp up the stairs then slam the door to the bathroom and I sighed. I knew I hadn't been nice, but she'd been driving me crazy. Even Lisa-Marie had never had me as aroused as I'd been when Andrea was talking about the things that she had felt as Fred had seduced her. I didn't think I could have taken much more of that, and the thing that had hurt had been that Andrea had done it intentionally. She had meant to tease me and leave me frustrated. This was a side of Andrea that I hadn't seen before, one I didn't like at all.
I sighed and stood up, grabbing the two partially full, completely cold cups of tea and walked slowly to the kitchen. I rinsed out both cups, poured myself another and grumbled because it was cool. Instead of making a new pot, I put the cup in the microwave and zapped it. And of course the damn cup exploded.
I was cleaning up the mess when I heard a car door slam and seconds later Lisa-Marie came running inside. I dropped what I was doing and grabbed her in my arms, letting her know with my kiss that I'd never been so glad to see her. After a few seconds, I could feel her tense up and try to pull back so I eased up.
"Well, hello!" She grinned at me. "I can tell you're glad to see me and I'm glad to see you, but how is Andrea?"
"Sad, mad, frustrated, grouchy, and a whole bunch more. She just hopped into the tub a few minutes ago, after driving me damn near nuts."
"Well, she's had a rough time in the last few days. I'm sorry you had to take the brunt of her anger."
"It wasn't the anger that got to me. It was pure frustration. You told her to tell me what happened and she did. She told me every kiss and stroke and caress of her seduction while plastering herself against me, which has left me as horny as a billy goat around a nanny in season and as frustrated as a dog on the wrong side of a glass display case of steaks. She was a complete bitch!"
"Oh my, now I know why you were so glad to see me." She giggled.
"Woman, it is NOT funny! I am so tempted to carry you upstairs and . . ."
"Wellllll . . ." She interrupted. "You did say she was taking a bath and I've really missed you as well, so maybe . . ."
She didn't get a chance to say much more. I scooped her in my arms, and hoping that Andrea hadn't heard Lisa-Marie come in, I carried her upstairs, warning her to be quiet. We could hear soft splashing sounds from the bathroom, so I carried my giggling woman down the hall and used my heel to kick the door closed behind us as I carried her to the bed.
"There, now if we whisper, we might be okay." I grinned at her.
"Shuddup and kiss me." Came the return whisper as I ran my hands over my lover's wonderful shape.
Neither of us said much then, we were too busy. Perhaps Lisa-Marie wasn't quite as excited as I was, but really she didn't lag behind by much. Once her clothes were off, she literally dragged me on top of her and her legs swung up and over my back, waving in the air.
"Do it. Do it hard!" She growled into my ear. "I need you so very, very bad!"
What a thing to say to a frustrated man. I'm sure that even if she expected me to be hard and demanding, she got far more than she could possibly have anticipated. This was one time when I wanted to shout, needed to scream, yet I didn't dare. Instead, I crushed my jaws together, buried my face in the pillow beside her head, anything to stop myself from voicing the depths of my need as I pounded unmercifully at my lover.
And she bit me. She told me afterward it was to stop from shouting herself, but her nails were scratching my back and her body was going wild. Somehow she was as turned on and as wild with desire as I was. It was only a moment or two and she stiffened under me, then for several seconds, perhaps a moment, I was heaving and pounding a rag doll. But that was only temporary.
I felt the rush and the flood of semen as I exploded. Yet . . . even though that should have been enough, it wasn't. Now she was moving, heaving, demanding with soft moaning sounds. She was pleading, she wanted more. Somehow I stayed with her, felt a renewed sense of desire, but now it wasn't so desperate. I was able to do more than simply drive at her like a mad bull. And she smiled up at me.
Her hands caressed now, where they had scratched and torn before. She kissed the bruised and torn flesh her teeth had ravaged. She moaned. She sighed. This was my lovely bride to be, my woman, my fiancée. This was the woman I loved and wanted to bear my children.
Kissing, caressing, playing, we carried on, slowly rebuilding our needs and desires. Our movements slowly sped until once more she was on the verge and I knew I could join her once again. I wanted so badly to join her, to match my timing to hers. I thought I could hold off and then . . .
There was a sound. A soft squeaking sound, like an old hinge, an old door, slowly being opened, so slowly, so very slowly . . .
Lisa-Marie's Eyes met mine and even as she went into the throes of orgasm, one eye winked and her lips twitched with a grin. I groaned softly as I joined her, my heart beating like a trip hammer and a feeling of pure satisfaction raged through me as I pressed deep, making one last convulsive heave.