By: Michael Lee

Halfway there. Just a few more hours and this day will be history. It is 6:32 in the evening, and I am sitting in my favorite chair. I have managed to get through the day at the office without thinking about it every other minute. This year, it crosses my mind only once every five minutes. I even smiled at the standard jokes passed around. Hell, I was a "fun" guy today. The phone rings. I listen and begin to count. Four . . . five . . . six . . . persistent tonight. I know it is a call from family or some friends. Just wanting to know how I'm doing. Very considerate. Well, hate to break the news, but I'm not doing so great thank you very much. So if you don't mind, I think I want to be alone tonight. Well, not quite true. I will not be alone. I will be with my wife. Samantha. She and I will reminisce, as we always do. Samantha, my beautiful wife, who died four years ago tonight, leaving me alone and completely broken.

I thought it was supposed to get easier. I guess that to some small degree, it has. Last year, I didn't go to work. I left town to do some hiking, hoping the physical activity would dull my mental anguish. That night, alone in my tent, was one of the worst nights yet. If anything, the remoteness of my location amplified the remoteness in my heart. I saw the dawn the same way I had seen the dusk. Golden light spilling through the leaves, casting dancing shadows on the tent walls. My eyes didn't miss a minute in between. I returned home utterly exhausted.

This year will be different. This year, I am prepared for the hollow sounding of my soul. I will not try to bury the pain with aimless distraction, but I will meet it on my own terms. I hope that as I struggle with the past, I will be able to recapture the part of her I miss the most. The joy, grace, and love she always possessed. Even at her darkest hour, with death walking at her side.

Samantha and I met in the parking lot of a grocery store. What a romantic spot, with cars lined up in neat rows, and the smell of burnt oil, exhaust, and suburban sprawl all around. I raised the liftgate on my Jeep and started to load the bags. As I turned with my arms full of groceries, I struck my forehead right on the edge of the partially raised gate. The sudden impact made me drop the bags, and my hand wiped my head, revealing a swath of bright red. Samantha had just pulled into the space across from me. She ran over to see if I was all right. As my luck would have it, she not only was a registered nurse, but she was also young, pretty, and as I discovered later, single. She brought over two butterfly bandages from her first aid kit, and cleaned and dressed my wound. Believe me, there is no better anesthetic than a pretty blonde playing Florence Nightingale in front of your eyes. As she worked, I couldn't help but notice her lovely figure, and the lack of any rings on her left hand.

When she had finished, I offered to take her to dinner as her "fee" for patching me up. To my surprise, she accepted. And the rest, they say, is history. We began a whirlwind romance, full of passion and lust, and I quickly found myself in love. After dating only three months, I bought her a marquis cut diamond and asked her to marry me. Always full of surprises, she cried and nodded yes. As she placed the ring on her hand I thought I had just seen the prettiest sight in the world. As with many things in my life, I was wrong.

Six months later, to the day, Samantha walked down the aisle to take my hand. Her loveliness surpassed the visions I had of her during my dreams. She and I made our vows to God, and I made mine to her. I would never love another. Samantha had given me the strength to find the man hiding inside my weak character. I had been transformed from a self-centered youth to a man ready to sacrifice anything for the woman I loved. How could I have known that it would be her sacrifice that would shake me to my soul.

I wiped the small tear that had appeared in the corner of my eye as I rose and made myself a drink. I poured a small single malt scotch into my glass and mixed it with the correct amount of spring water. I do not drink to excess anymore. I gave that up after discovering that drunkenness not only softened the pain, but it also faded my memory of her. I vowed I would not insult her memory with alcohol. I wanted to feel every emotion, no matter how uncomfortable it may be.

I walked back to the bedroom and looked at the bed. The king size poster bed I had bought her for our first anniversary. She had erupted into hysterical laughter as the deliverymen assembled it. Our room was only 12' by 12' and the bed took up most of the floor space. However, she showed me how much she loved it later that night. Suddenly, I remembered. We had decided to tape our anniversary night with the camcorder as we tried out the new bed. My hands began to tremble as I began to search the room for that tape. As if by divine guidance, I found it in my closet. I put it in the VCR and turned on the television. My finger hesitated over the play button. Was I ready for this? Should I do this? How can I let go if I watch this tape? I couldn't stop it if I tried. My finger pressed down, and the pain seared through me as Samantha flickered into full view on the screen. As the tape began to roll, I had a vivid flashback to that night. The images on the screen and in my mind transported me back. Suddenly, she and I were again in this room, together, as before. I could feel her soft, yet urgent touch. I could smell the scent of her. I was there. I let the tape provide the sound, but I closed my eyes as my mind replayed the scene in vivid detail.

"Oh my God, Nick. This bed is so huge!" Samantha laughed as she hopped on the bed. "Where did you get it? Did Buckingham Palace have a garage sale?"

"No, no. I got it from that little furniture store on the main road. You know the one old man Timmons runs. Hey, he cut me a great deal, but he said it was only because of you. He said a woman like you deserves a bed like this. And I wholeheartedly agreed. So, Happy Anniversary baby!"

"I just can't believe this. And the mattress is so soft. Come on over here, you have got to feel this!"

I jumped on the bed and grabbed her around her thin waist. I reached up and cupped her breast with my hand as I kidded her, "My, my! You are right! This is so soft!"

"Not me, you dirty boy, the bed. But I bet I know something that isn't quite so soft."

Samantha was right, as usual. She reached down and felt my shaft through my jeans. As she rubbed, we began to passionately kiss. She leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Hey, since this is our first time in the new bed, and since it's our one year anniversary, let's make something so we can remember this night. Do you want to video us?"

"Oh yeah. Of course I do! I just never thought you would be into that sort of thing."

"Well, I am tonight. And I intend to put on a show that would sell out the dirty movie theaters. Go get the camcorder, while I slip into something . . . special."

I got up and set up the camera. I put in a two-hour VHS tape, and plugged the camcorder into the outlet so the battery wouldn't die. I started the tape as Samantha walked back into the room. She was wearing her wedding dress. I froze as she explained.

"When I walked down the aisle with you, after the minister had introduced us as Mr. and Mrs. Andrews, all I could think about was fucking you. I wanted to fuck you as my husband, and I wanted to do it right then, in this dress. I came so close to taking you into a closet during the reception, but we were always too busy. And that night, you were in such a hurry to get my dress off, and well, that was that. But tonight, I want you to fuck me in my dress."

I stood up and sat her at the edge of the bed. I softly kissed her long neck, as she breathed deeply in my ear. Samantha was an extremely lustful woman during sex, and never spoke of "making love" unless we were fully clothed. Once the game began, she wanted to "fuck". She rubbed my cock as I made my way down, kissing her breasts through the beautiful lace of her dress. My hand began to lightly stroke the inside of her silky thighs, as she slightly parted her legs. Before long, my fingers were softly stroking her moist pussy through her silk panties. I could feel her wetness as I pressed the thin material into her cunt. By now, Samantha was getting close. She loved to be fingered, and I slipped my hand under her panties to cup her warm pussy. I pressed one finger deep inside as I stroked her clit with my thumb. She lay down and spread her legs wide apart and begged me to help her come.

"Please, baby, oh, please. Help me. I am so close now, . . . yes that's it, baby. Please don't stop. Ohhh, . . . yessss. . . yessss, oh Nick, yesssss!"

As she came, I kissed her, muffling her cries of passion. I didn't intend to let her rest. As soon as she settled down, I knelt between her open thighs and kissed her lightly through her soaked panties. I reached up, untied the white silk panties and pulled them off. They were the same ones I had hastily removed a year ago, throwing them aside as I rushed to plunge my cock into my new wife. Tonight would be different. I took my time as I carefully removed her panties. I placed them gently to the side as I ran my wet finger in and out of her tight pussy. I probed into her, feeling the softness of her cunt as she tightened around me. I pulled her outer lips apart and lightly kissed each one. I then licked my way completely around her pussy, from her bottom to her clit, then back. Each time I reached her clit, I would pause before giving her several quick flicks of my tongue. After several laps around her pussy, she started to come again. She heaved her hips at me, crying out for me to keep going. I pushed two fingers inside her and began to move them in and out in time to her bucking hips. I licked her clit as fast as I could as she squeezed my head with her thighs.

After she had finished, I pulled free from between her beautiful legs and quickly removed my clothes. I pushed her dress up higher around her waist and spread her open before my raging cock. For several moments, I just looked at her. The image of her, open and waiting for me, with her lovely dress bunched around her hips, is as clear now as it was then. She was breathing very rapidly, and her hand slipped down between her legs to rub her pretty pussy as she waited to be fucked. Her eyes were closed, and she appeared lost in her own passion. She was not quite as lost as I had thought, as she finally opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you OK?"

"I'm fine. I am just memorizing you, lying here, presenting yourself to me like this. This is so sexy, I want it to last forever."

"Baby, that's what the camera is for. Come on down here and fuck me, OK? I really need you to fill me up. Come on honey, fuck my sweet pussy with your wonderful prick. Put it in. That's it. Ohhh, yeah, that's what I need."

I had finally slid up to her pussy, and placed my cock at her entrance. I slowly pushed inside, spreading her apart as I went. She was so wet that I slid in very easily. But as I hit bottom, she increased her grip on me. I could feel her tighten her cunt around my cock, as she savored the feeling of penetration. She slowly exhaled as my cock slid in. Once there, we both lay still, feeling each other and letting our passions grow. Samantha started raking her nails down my back and across my buttocks. She reached down and grabbed both cheeks, pushing me as deep as I could go.

"How does that feel?" I asked her.

"Ohh, God, that feels so . . . I am so . . . full. Oh yeah baby, you feel wonderful up there. Can you feel me? Is it tight enough for you?"

"Sami, you are so tight, and so hot. I love how I feel inside you. Come on now, let's do it. Fuck me with your pretty pussy."

"OK. . . OK . . . Ohhh yeah, let's fuck. Just . . . fuck."

We started moving together with a slow steady pace. I would pull all the way out, then push just the head back in. Slowly, I would sink into Samantha's steaming pussy, before pulling back out and starting again. Samantha loved it like this. She would lie there and spread her legs as wide as she could. She would then reach down with both hands to feel my cock inside her. As she explored, she would rub her pussy and bring her wet hand up to my lips. I would suck her fingers in, one by one, licking her juices off her hand. As the last finger would enter my mouth, she would place her mouth on mine, and together we would taste her pussy.

As Samantha withdrew her hand from my lips, I sensed she was ready. Her hand dropped to her clit and she danced her finger around. I stroked her faster and faster, harder and harder, until she was grunting loudly with each thrust. The force of our fucking caused the bed to shake, and her tits were bouncing under her dress.

"Yesss. . . yesss . . .that's it, baby. Fuck me. Yeah, fuck . . .me!"

"Come on, Sami, squeeze me with your pussy. I want to feel you clamp down on me. Are you ready to come yet?"

"Uh huh. I'm ready. You go ahead. Come in me. I want to feel your cum in me. Come on, do it, baby. Yeah, . . .oh . . .yeah . . . that's it. I feel it! Oh . . . God . . .YESSSSS!"

By now I was ready to explode. I looked down at my wife, rolling her head from side to side and furiously rubbing her clit, and I began to come. And come I did. Spurt after spurt left me to fill up her hungry cunt. I kept thrusting as I came, and I could hear her cum-soaked pussy squishing around my cock. Finally, I stopped. I let my cock shrink inside her as her pussy twitched, forcing me from her overflowing hole. I got up and picked up the video camera. I slowly panned down her as she lay still. Her hand was still softly stroking her pussy, her finger dipping in to feel my cum. I zoomed in on her wet and messy pussy, as she gave me quite a show. She now had three fingers deep inside her cunt as her other hand rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes, and kept working on herself.

"That's it, Sami," I said, encouraging her to continue. "That is perfect! My god, you are so hot. Make yourself come for me. Rub your little pussy. Can you feel all that cum? Baby, you should see how good you look! That's it, now. Perfect."

Samantha began to come. She thrust both hands down on her pussy and shuddered as she came. She looked up, into the camera, and smiled.

That was the end of the tape. As the tape went to black, her beauty faded before my eyes. I was back, back in my lonely, broken world. Oh, Samantha Gail, I miss you so much. I curled up on the bed, and cried. I cried for our loss; I cried over a future that would never be; I cried over the children we would never have; but I also cried because I knew I had to let her go. I had grieved too much. The man Samantha had loved had also died with her that, dark stormy night. I knew she would be disappointed in me over the last four years, but I believed ending my sadness would be the ultimate betrayal. As long as I hurt, she was still here with me. However, as I climbed in the bed, I vowed that I would open my eyes to the world I had left, and I would live to love again.

A month has passed since that night. As I step into the commuter train for the ride out of the city, I notice a pretty young woman looking up at me over the top of her magazine. Our eyes meet, and she quickly looks back down. My heart skips a beat as I look at her. She is petite and has short black, sensible hair. I do not notice her body, because I cannot look away from her face. She is incredible. Such calm beauty, soft yet self-assured. She knew she was attractive, but her mannerisms were not those of the egotistical. Her face appeared warm and approachable. As luck would have it, the seat across from her was empty, and that is where I sat down.

I took a chance and attempted some inane conversation. To my surprise, she looked at me and smiled. We began to talk and she told me her name. Christy. I loved the way it rolled from her tongue. I kept up the conversation, hoping that I would work up the nerve to ask her out. As the train approached her stop, she leaned forward and asked if I could meet her for lunch one day. We agreed to meet at a small sandwich pub on James Street the next day.

That night, I had trouble sleeping. Although I eagerly anticipated my lunch date, I worried about Samantha. Could I ever love another woman the way I had loved her? How could I? As much as I hated to admit it, Christy had aroused me in a way I had not felt in the four years since Samantha's death. I was fantasizing about having sex with Christy. I had not been with a woman since the last time Sami and I had sex. And until this night, I had no desire to. Now, something had changed. As I thought it over, I remembered the last time with Samantha.

It happened in the morning of the last day of her life. I had awoken with a raging hard-on, and I rolled over to try to talk Samantha into a little action. The bed was empty. I looked at the clock and realized it was 7:45. Sami would be leaving for work right now. I jumped up and ran naked to the kitchen.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked, as she dropped her eyes and noticed my obvious state of mind. "Well, that must have been some dream to get you all worked up like that." She was laughing at my embarrassment.

"Oh, come on Sami. How about a quickie before work? It won't take long, I promise. Just look and you'll know that I can't last too long like this!"

"OK, stud. Come over here and fuck me, you horny devil."

Samantha tuned around and pulled her skirt up over her hips. She bent forward and pulled her panties down to her ankles. As she waved her ass at me, she teased me by asking, "Well, what do think of this ass? Do you want it? Are you big enough to take it? Come on, show me what you've got."

I immediately walked up to her and began to rub my cock on her pussy. Although I had caught her by surprise, she was warming up fast. After a minute of rubbing, her pussy was nice and wet. I pushed into her tight cunt and began to quickly fuck her. She was getting hotter by the minute and before long, she was completely into it.

"Come on, Nick, shoot it. Shoot your cum in me. That's it, Nick. Come in me. I want it sooo bad. That's it, you can do it. Come and I'll come with you."

"OK, Sami, here it comes. I'm . . . I'm . . . coming . . . yeah, oh yeah, oh, God."

As I came, Samantha closed her eyes and reached her own climax. She rarely came that fast, and I was impressed.

"My God, Sami, you must have had some wet dreams of your own to come that fast. So who was it in your dreams, Tom?"

"No, baby. Just you. Oh God, I'm going to be late! See you tonight."

And with that, she pulled up her panties and ran out the door to meet her destiny. That night as she was driving home, she pulled into a convenience store. The police said she had a pregnancy test kit in her hand when the dumb kid started shooting for fifty-six dollars in the register. Two people were killed that night, my Samantha and the poor clerk. The kid was 17. He will be spending the rest of his life in a cold cell, while I am banished to a cold heart. However, I seem to notice a slight warming trend whenever I think of Christy.

I arrived at the pub thirty minutes early. As Christy walked in, I stood up and waved my hand. She flashed me that smile and leaned over to kiss my cheek. Lunch was wonderful.

We started going out each weekend. Movies, restaurants, shows, you name it. As we saw more and more of each other, I thought less and less about Samantha. Finally, the time arrived.

I had asked her to come over to my place after dinner one night. She accepted my offer and took my hand as we went inside. As we sat on the sofa and talked, I noticed that she had placed her hand on my thigh. The time was right, and I know what Samantha would want me to do. You see, she told me. It was in the letter.

Samantha had not died right away. She knew she had been fatally wounded, and as she lay waiting for help to arrive, she thought only of me. She was barely conscious as they medics loaded her in the ambulance. She told the attendant these words, and insisted he write them down:

Nick,

I am so sorry. Please forgive me for leaving you alone. I always loved you, and always will. Now you must be strong for I cannot bear to think of you in such agony. Through you, I shall live again. Live and love again my darling, so I may love with you.

I cannot imagine the fear in her heart as she lay there, with her life ebbing away. As always, she sacrificed her comfort to ease my pain. She died on the operating table, at the same moment I burst into the Emergency Room shouting her name. I do not remember anything else about that night. Later, I found the letter in the bag of her belongings they gave me at the hospital. It was the only thing that kept me alive during those terrible days.

Christy sensed the change in my demeanor and asked if I were okay. I shook off the ghosts, and kissed her. She was surprised, at first. Soon however, she was kissing me back with an aggressive style hidden by her quiet mannerisms. Our kissing had a desperate quality to it, as if we were both frightened of this passionate moment. I wanted to see how far we would go, so I placed my hand firmly on her breast. She pressed her breast against my hand as a soft moan escaped her mouth. As I caressed her firm tit, I could feel her nipple starting to rise. Suddenly, she broke off our kiss, and pulled her shirt over her head. Her heavy breasts strained against the tight fabric of her bra, standing firm and high in the dim light. She undid her skirt, and stepped out, standing in front of me wearing only her panties and bra. She was visibly excited as I stood up and removed my shirt and pants. She stared at my cock as I reached down and pulled it out for her to see.

She looked up at me and said, "Oh, Nick, your cock is so lovely. Can I touch it?"

"Yes, please touch it."

She dropped to her knees in front of me and pulled my boxers down to my ankles. She grabbed my cock and slowly slid her hand down the length from the head to the base. As she encircled my shaft with her hand, she began to gently pump up and down. As drops of fluid emerged from my cock, she would rub it into my cock lubricating the thick shaft.

"Oh, God, Christy. You better slow down. I haven't been with a woman in four years. I don't think I can take much more of this."

"It's all right, Nick. You go right ahead and relax. I'm doing this for you. Come, if you want to."

Within seconds I was there. Suddenly, I cried out, and cum flew from my cock in thick, heavy streams. Christy kept stroking, even as the first few streams splashed directly into her pretty face. She obviously liked it, because she then leaned forward and put my twitching cock into her mouth. She licked the rest of the cum from my shaft as she continued to rub my balls. The sight of her messy face was incredible. I hadn't been this turned on in years, and Christy was doing everything she could to work her way into my heart.

"There, now. How was that?" she asked, looking up at me with her cum-covered face.

"Oh, God, Christy, I am so sorry. Your face is a mess. I should have warned you sooner."

"Hey, I knew what I was doing. I didn't mind. For some reason, it really gets me off to watch a man come before my eyes. And you so obviously enjoyed it. Here, let me help you out. Now that we got that out of your system, I want you ready for me. Think you're up for it?"

She then put my soft cock back in her mouth. I had shrunk enough that she was able to put it all in her mouth, she even tried to stuff in my balls. She tugged on my soft dick, and played with it with obvious enjoyment. After several minutes, I began to grow again. Christy felt it, and stuffed my cock all the way in her mouth. She held perfectly still, savoring the feeling of my cock swelling to its full size in her mouth. As I reached my full length, she had to pull some of my shaft out, but she held tight to the thick head. She began to suck with such enthusiasm, that I knew she was in her element. Obviously, Christy loved giving head. She was doing this for me, as well as for herself. I believe she would have continued until I came a second time, but I placed my hands on her head and pulled her off. She looked up as if she had done something wrong.

"What's wrong? Don't you like this?"

"Oh, god, yes Christy. But I don't want to come again so soon. Right now, I want you. Let me put it in you. But I'll warn you, I don't think I'll last too long."

"I don't care about that. I just want to feel you inside me. I am so wet; you've got to feel it. Do you know how wet I am? Do you see what you are doing to me?"

Christy stood up and kissed me. I felt traces of my sperm on her face, but I didn't care. I kissed her, and placed her on the bed. She reached out and took my hand, placing it against her lace covered pussy. I pressed my palm against her crotch and marveled at how warm and wet she was. As I reached down and removed her panties, I could see that they were soaked with her fluids. Her honey had coated the fine hair of her pussy, and her thighs were glistening. I gently spread her legs apart, and began to kiss her inner thighs, relishing the teasing taste of her juice as I licked it from her smooth skin. She grabbed her legs and pulled them apart even farther, until she was impossibly open to me. Her cunt was inviting me, no begging me to look. I stared at her pussy with awe. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair beautifully framed her outer lips. Her pussy was a beautiful shade of pink, with a deepening red at her core. I could smell her scent, distinctly feminine, yet so different from Samantha. Finally, I lowered my lips to her pussy and kissed. After the first tentative kisses, I opened my lips and placed the tip of my tongue directly on her clit. As I licked her, she softly moaned her approval. Her hips slowly moved closer to my mouth, as she placed her hands in my hair. I pushed my middle finger deep inside her, feeling her warmth and her wetness, as I stroked her silky walls. I pulled my wet finger from her cunt and placed it on her asshole. As I pushed, it slipped inside. I then put another finger in her pussy, and I rubbed the fingers together. I increased the speed of my licks, and suddenly she began to thrust her pussy towards my hand and mouth. Her breathing was frantic, as were her movements. She clutched at my hair and heaved under my loving tongue and fingers. As she reached her climax, she softly spoke my name, almost in a gasp.

"Oh, Nick, oh yes, oh I love you! I love you so!"

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My head began to spin, but I continued to relish her sweet pussy, lapping at her, consuming her most intimate secretions as she had consumed mine. As she returned to reality, she pulled my face up to hers. She kissed me, sharing the fruits of her passion with me, tasting the remnants of her excitement. We kissed for a long time before I pulled myself on top of her. She spread her lovely legs and guided my cock to her burning pussy. She fed me into her tight pussy, savoring the feel of her cunt opening up and swallowing my throbbing cock. She let go, and pushed her hips forward, engulfing me in the most comforting way.

I cannot describe the intensity of the moment. I had given up; my willingness to find another love to satisfy my heart's hunger had been discarded long ago. Now, I was awakening. The sensuousness of Christy's lovemaking, and her secret confession of her love, had stirred emotions from long ago. I could feel the heartache and loneliness falling off like scales. We began to move together, two people becoming one. The sensation of being inside Christy for the first time secured her a place in my heart. This wasn't about fucking, this was about living. Christy loved me enough to give her most special gift. She opened her thighs as a result of opening her heart. I was in love.

There were no words spoken as our pace and passions grew. We lost control of our emotions as our hearts and bodies tightened their respective grips. Christy had closed her eyes and was breathing hard, almost panting. Her brow was wet with perspiration as her desire spiraled out of control. She held on to me as if she were drowning, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and her arms squeezing my shoulders. She threw her head back as her fingernails raked across my shoulders.

I knew I couldn't last much longer. Her hot, wet pussy enveloped my cock, and the sounds of my prick as it stroked in and out of her sopping cunt fueled my passion. As I reached my climax, Christy looked in my eyes and whispered words of encouragement.

"It's OK, Nick. Go ahead, fill my pussy with your love. Put it as deep as you can, and come. That's it, come. Ohhh, yes, I can feel it in me. Ohhhh, God, yesss!"

I erupted inside her, pouring my seed deep within her loving cunt. She would not let go, even after I had finished. Christy softly kissed my neck as cum leaked from her pussy. My cock softened and her tightening pussy finally pushed it out. Semen poured from her, and she reached down to feel how much there was. She rubbed my cum all over her pussy, before reaching around and squeezing my ass with her wet hand.

As I lay in her arms, I worried that I had misunderstood her confession of love. After all, she said it with my tongue buried deep in her pussy. That kind of confession, spoken in the throes of orgasm, usually cannot be trusted. I was sure that my own feeling toward her was real, but how could I bring it up again? Suddenly, the vision of Samantha returned. She was in her wedding dress, nodding quietly. Through my closed eyes, her features began to blur. Suddenly, as the vision shifted, a new shape began to form. Samantha's beauty slowly faded, replaced by Christy's loveliness. Christy stood before me, clad in the same wedding dress. I knew what had to be done.

I took Christy's face in my hands and kissed her. I looked directly into her lovely eyes, and told her of my vision. Christy wept as I spoke, and as I described her in a wedding dress, she hugged my neck and sobbed.

"Christy, I know this is happening too fast for you, but I have to let you know where you stand," I said. "You are the girl I have been waiting for since the night Sami died. I have lived in shadow, and you have pushed me back into the light. I do not pretend to know how you feel, or what may happen to us in the future, but I do know that I love you. I love you so much, that I will risk anything to have you. But I am not afraid of losing you. I have lost before, and I can survive, but I cannot let you leave here tonight without knowing this. I love you, and I intend to love you to the day I die. I want you to be my wife, and to love me forever. So, there it is."

"Oh my God, Nick, I don't know what to say. I have never felt this way before. But, Nick, I do love you. I have loved you since the day we met. But I couldn't compete with a memory. I have been afraid to love you. But now, I feel so much better. I will be your wife, if you will have me."

"Will you, Christy, marry me?"

"Yes, oh yes. Oh God, I love you so."

We both held on and let our emotions go. We cried together, in respect for the end of our lonely nights, and in anticipation of our life together. As our tears subsided, our passions grew. I felt my cock stiffen and press against her wet pussy. Christy felt my desire, and our passion turned in a new direction. We had exhausted our love, but our lust was now awakening. I recognized the look of intensity in her face, and I could feel a different urge taking shape. I now wanted to fuck her, and I could tell she wanted to be fucked. We had made love, and it had been wonderful. Now we needed something more urgent, more primal.

"Do you feel it, Nick? Can you tell what I need?"

"Yes. I know what we both need. You need to be fucked this time. That's what you want, isn't it? You need me to fuck your pussy with my cock, don't you? Come on, Christy, tell me what you need."

She had a distant look in her wild eyes as she said, "Oh, God I need to feel you inside me. Please, baby, fuck me. Fuck me so hard. I need it, bad. My pussy is on fire. Do it fast, and do it hard, OK?"

Christy reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. She pushed two fingers inside her cum filled hole and brought her hand to her mouth. As she placed her fingers in her mouth, I placed my lips on hers and together we tasted our love. She reached down again, bringing us another handful of cum to share as we passionately kissed. Finally, I grabbed her hips and turned her around. Christy wiggled her ass at me, looking into my eyes over her shoulder.

"Oh, come on. I need something in my pussy right now. Do it, baby. Do it now."

I looked at her for a few moments. She obviously wasn't lying about her need, because she had stuck her fingers back in her pussy as she raised her ass. The sight in front of me was incredible. Cum dripped from her swollen cunt as her fingers frantically worked. I moved behind her and placed two of my fingers in her pussy as she kept her own fingers busy. Our fingers caressed each other inside her, as Christy began to come. She whispered softly "Yes, oh yes" over and over. Her eyes were tightly shut and her breathing became shallow.

"Oh, yess, oh, yess, Nick, here . . . oh . . .ohhhh, ahhhhh!"

Her frantic movements betrayed the softness of her whispers. Her hand worked in a rapid flurry of fingers and cum. Her hips were rotating, and she rubbed her nipples into the sheets. As she cried out the last of her orgasm, I placed the thick head of my cock to her messy cunt and pushed inside, filling her completely. A large amount of cum dripped from her as I stroked in and out of her tight cunt. Although she was very wet and slippery, the sensation of her warm cunt caressing my cock was as intense as ever. Slowly I fucked her, admiring the sight of my glistening cock appearing and disappearing in her pretty pussy. Christy, however, wanted more.

"Come on, Nick. Show me what you can do. You can fuck me better than that. Pound me, baby."

I pulled out, then shoved my full length inside her. I began to fuck her harder and faster than ever before. Even with Sami, I had never been this forceful. But it was exactly what Christy needed. She screamed out my name as I pounded her pussy with all I had. Her tits were swaying wildly with each stroke, and her nipples begged for attention. I reached under her to rub her clit, freeing her hand to play with her breasts. She squeezed and pulled at her nipples as my finger and cock worked their magic. Suddenly, forcefully, she was coming again. She pushed her ass at me and grunted loudly, her cunt tightening with each forceful contraction. She was so beautiful, eyes closed, hair a mess, ass high in the air. I plowed into her a hard as I could, then it was upon me again. I grabbed her hips and plunged deep inside, unloading my love deep in her satisfied pussy.

Christy could take no more. She fell in a heap on the rumpled sheets. We were bathed in sweat, exhausted from the love and desire that had finally been fulfilled. As I lay beside her, I placed my hand gently on the swell of her bottom. I stroked her smooth, rounded bottom and worked my fingers down to her wet pussy. I had to feel her, full of cum, swollen from the pounding she had just received. As I slipped my fingers into her cunt, she looked into my eyes. I rubbed the mess from her pussy all over her bottom, between her lovely cheeks, and into her tight asshole. She smiled as I massaged her, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep. I knew that the circle had been joined. The destinies of three people had finally been fulfilled. I had finally found the love that had been lost that terrible night. I thought of Samantha and once again, I smiled. Thank you, Samantha. Live and love, my darling.

Two weeks later we were wed. At a small wedding chapel in the Tennessee mountains, Christy vowed to be my wife. To have and to hold. From this day forward. 'Til death us do part. Amen.

THE END

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