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Even behind dark clouds, the sun was shining on that rainy day. Halle smiled from her soul, looked at her future as treasures waiting to be discovered. Something she never had the pleasure of doing, before she met Bryan...
A tear rolled down her cheek, special moments with a special man coming to mind. Vaguely, Halle heard the others around her, sniffling and weeping, but Halle felt no sadness. A smile spread across her lips as she imagined many sweet encounters in the span of a few minutes. Memories she stored away for those days she desired a secret smile.
People at the wake faded away; strangers passed her heading to their cars parked along the road. Several of them stopped for a moment to tell her how much Bryan had talked about her even though they had never met her. And that if he could carry those feelings to the place he was now, there was not a doubt in their minds that he loved her still. More silvery lines cascaded down her cheeks, but those were appreciative tears.
"Do you know, Halle, the last time I saw him, he was the happiest I had ever seen him," Bryan's mother had told her.
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"You like kissing me, Halle?"
"You know I do," she said hesitantly. "Why must you ask questions you already know the answer to?"
"And you never seem to know how to give a straight answer," he said, his eyes sparkling. "I sure hope you do before I die," he grinned, toying with her emotions, loving the way her feelings for him showed.
"Must you be so...dreary?" She asked, struggling to keep her emotions hidden.
"How else will I get you to open up to me?" he asked. "You gotta face it, love."
"I know...I'm fine with it."
"Then come sit on me and give me another kiss," he said patting his lap.
"I can't do that in this place, Bryan. Do you know what they would do to me for taking advantage of a patient?"
"I have cancer, I'm not paralyzed," his eyes still gleaming. "And who's going to take care of that?" He said pointing at his erection. "Surely not 'Nurse Butch.'"
"Personally, I think you have a tumor...in the brain, which has twisted your rationale," she said, finally, with a smile in her own eyes.
"I was twisted before this, sweet girl."
"And you think that's something to be proud of?"
"Yeah, I enjoy a good perverted mind."
"You couldn't handle mine, sweet boy," she said playfully.
"Surely you see my condition as a sign of weakness," his eyes squinting. "If anything it gives me strong...motive."
His meaning was understood, and began to work its magic over her body. Bryan held out his hands, which she stood quickly to hold onto. But he didn't want to hold onto her hands, and pulled her toward him until she fell against his chest. Chiseled arms almost made Halle's mouth water only because she always desired to run her tongue over his bulges and curves. He was quite strong due to their therapy together, despite his condition.
Large hands clasped her waist and deposited her down onto the bed, straddling him.
"Someone will come in," she protested.
"No, I locked the door when you went to the restroom," he whispered, his heart rate already ascending.
"You idiot, you aren't supposed to be walking without my assistance," she pushed at him. "They'll kick me out--."
"Shhhh."
"Bryan, your breathing, it's too--."
"Shut up, will you."
Not a trace of anger was found in his green eyes despite the rude request. Halle mentally instructed herself to calm her damn nerves, but her thoughts were conflicting, which made her anxious. She knew Bryan was enjoying this display, this feminine show of emotion that she never thought she possessed before they met. And he knew she couldn't concentrate when she worried...so he thought of their game where they would tell each other exactly what they felt, what they wanted.
It was more like a dare, and who could tell the truth better.
"Halle, you're concentrating on everyone and everything else except me."
"No, I'm not," she countered.
"Then look at me," he ordered her. "Now...what do you see?"
"You?"
"And everything else is...?"
"...a blur," she said, smiling. "I know, I get it."
"Now put all that energy into me. I need it more than they do," he told her and she smiled.
"What do you need, Bryan?" she asked coyishly.
His fingers found the zipper of her small jacket; he knew she was without a bra. "I need to see your breasts," he explained, and brought it slowly down until it snapped apart.
"What else do you need, handsome?" She asked as Bryan's hands cupped her firm, naked breasts in his palms.
"I need to feel the softness of your skin," and placed his head between the valley of her plump hills. His hands pushed the sides of her breasts against the sides of his cheeks.
The womanly scent of her naked torso floated gently up to through his nostrils. "Mmmmm, why do you need to feel me?" She asked as soft kisses pressed tenderly against the middle of her breasts.
"So that I find your heat," he said, ending with a lick of his tongue. His erection jerked as his tongue discovered a fast beating heart vibrating against it.
"What is my heat like?" she asked, eyes closed now. Bryan brought his head back. His lips met with her nipples, and he kissed them.
"Like smoldering embers softly blown on, reigniting a low flame," his tongue darted out, flicking the nipple close to his face. He continued once he had teased enough of her hardening flesh, "A burning that grows to an inferno as you crave more of me."
The whole of her areola disappeared into his mouth, nearly turning Halle's back into a bow without an arrow. Bryan's hands were busy now, his left continued toying and pulling at her nipple while the other held up the full delightful flesh to his mouth. Halle's body was burning, her nether lips swelling. Her body was ready to receive his hard cock, but it was only the beginning of their game.
Hips moved slightly, rubbing gradually swelling lips over a hard object in the center of Bryan's lap. Halle was relieved she had decided to wear a skirt that day. The soft fabric of her panties wilted and creased as her cream soaked through it while she traced her clit over the bulge.
"And this, um..."
"Flame?" he offered, and continued sucking her breasts.
"Yes, thank you...this flame, why is it so...hot?" A wet tongue circled the softer skin surrounding her nipple and slid back to her most sensitive area. His mouth opened, covered it, and sucked it into his mouth, constantly toying with her nipple. Suddenly, his teeth captured the little round button like scissors ready to cut. He withdrew, grasping both breasts in his hands, and squeezed them again.
"Because you love me. And you've never been in love before." His hands moved down to her small waist to gyrate his hips under her slowly rotating pelvis. He ground up into her as slow as a lava wave, mashing his erection up against her growing bud. "And the thought of my cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy makes you even hotter."
"Yeah, I like the way that sounds...oh, and yes, I do love you." His movements quickened at the sound of her voice laced with passion. Her confession was still fresh to him, remembering the war he endured just to break down the barricade around her heart.
"Tell me, how does my cock feel now?" Closing her eyes, Halle concentrated on bringing herself to orgasm with her movements.
"It's hard and thick, my pussy is throbbing...with need, Bryan."
"Why is it throbbing, what does it need?" He continued moving slowly, teasing her relentlessly with the softest touch of his rigidness. "It...it needs to be filled. I need to feel your dick pumping inside me as if there is no tomo---(gasp)," looking at him in surprise. "Bryan, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking..."
"Shhhh, that's the way I like it. Now tell me again." Tossing her jacket to the floor, he opened his hospital trousers enough to release a very hard extension of himself. "Tell me, what do you need?" Halle's concentration was lost again. Thinking, over-thinking about the words she just blurted out, the troubled future, the people outside, his feelings, his strong, hair-speckled chest, his long, brown, wavy hair...
...his hips, his slender, shapely arms, his soft, kissable lips. His lips. "That's it, baby, you're learning to focus on your own now. Told you it would be easy once you looked." Halle continued staring at his lips and watched his tongue taunt her. "I see it in your eyes, girl, now tell me. Please."
"Bryan," her mouth dry and wet at the same time.
"Yes?" His eyes pleaded with her as he gently stroked his length.
"I want to taste you," she said, moving to bend forward.
"You know that's not the words I want, but I'm a patient guy," laying his head against the plush pillow as a slippery tongue stimulated his genitals.
"Tell me, Bryan," Halle said, looking up at him with smoldering eyes.
"I can't seem to think just now, Halle. I'm sorry," he managed to say. She just giggled and licked his balls, moaning to show him how good they tasted. "It feels, umm...ssssssssshit." Bryan muttered as her mouth sucked in his shaft to the back of her throat. "It feels like I'm going to explode if you keep that up!"
She withdrew. "I get you off, I bring you back up, no problem," she said, sliding down his pole once more.
"I love your lips, so full, so sexy..." Halle could see he was gibbering now and decided to show him the rest of her body. She slowly, teasingly withdrew, his cock bobbed slightly as she stood up on the bed.
Her concentration was on his glistening stick instead of the hospital blur surrounding them. She was determined to focus, and she succeeded. Her gaze moved up slightly to Bryan's magnificent green, lustful, passionate-filled eyes. Enjoying the way they zig-zagged across her body from the top to bottom, the skirt just a pool of cloth atop his shins.
She walked toward him until she was standing directly in front of his face and slid her panties off. Bryan brought his hand between her open legs and caressed the insides of her thighs. A good amount of light cream clung to her smooth lips, bits were spread against her skin when she removed her panties. "There's been a spillage, milady," he said, licking his lips.
"What will you do about it, sir?" Already taking ahold of her breasts, pinching the nipples. Looking down at him, her patience was clearly giving out.
"Make a bigger mess," he smiled before plunging his tongue between her drenched folds. Halle squealed, and quickly covered her mouth. No, she told herself...everything's a blur.
She brought her hands down to his magnificent mane and pushed him farther into her center. "What?" She laughed.
"Tell me," Bryan said after a deep breath. She laughed harder.
"Your tongue burns inside me," she moaned as it dug deeper, licking against her walls. "Oh, God...it feels like my entire body is open, damn."
Her hips bucked against his tongue in a rhythm, but his hands slowed her gyrations by a fraction. Bryan brought both thumbs to her lips and opened them like a flower. The lone bud pulsated, anticipating his 'burning' tongue. Halle's body jerked from head to toe, her own long curls tickled her back and the tops of her bottom as she let her head fall back.
Withdrawing his tongue, Bryan slipped his fingers inside her moist entrance, attempting to feel the very core. "I need to sit down," Halle groaned.
"There's a spot right here, if you like," bringing her down to straddle him again. Thoughts were mirrored when their lips came together at once.
Halle focused on their kiss and the way his tongue slid around giving her a taste of the peach nectar he drank for lunch. She focused on the feeling of his hands caressing her back, noticed the way his thighs constricted more the harder their kiss became. She enjoyed the combined feeling of his naked shoulders through the long hair that spread over his back.
She was focusing, and it was getting easier and easier. Bryan had taught her so much, and she was in love with him because of it, because of his patience. If only...she had a lifetime to show him.
"Bryan?" She asked as he kissed her neck and chin.
"Yes?" The growing flame in their bodies spreading out into that inferno he mentioned earlier.
"I need you to fuck me, hard, very hard," she moaned and whimpered in his ear.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yes! Those are the words, baby," lifting her onto his waiting, twitching erection. "Ohhh, those are the words."
They both groaned loudly as their flesh finally melded together. Everything else became nonexistent as she slid down his rod of power. Bryan looked down before she was completely full and caught a glimpse of her slit stretching wide around his girth, saw the lips open and swallow him the same way her mouth did.
She ground her hips against his, and he assisted by lifting her and letting her fall onto his hardness. The girl said hard and that was exactly what he wanted to give her. Bryan wrapped his arms around her, pressing her shoulders down and pushing himself up into her g-spot.
Halle concentrated again. She noticed how the little hairs on his thighs tickled underneath hers. With each thrust, she felt the muscles in his thighs jerk. It was unexpectedly and powerfully arousing.
He slammed her against his stiffness, enjoying the low squeals that echoed throughout the room. "Bryan?" she wailed. He knew what she wanted. He brought her chest closer to his and told her what she wanted to hear, his moans. They filtered into her ears, vibrating off her eardrums and down her chest.
His warm breath against her ear begged her attention and she focused on it. Halle imagined his lips open against her ear, imagined the softness of them as his husky moans spilled through her. She pictured his chest and the erotic sounds coming up out of it as they clung to one another, panting, and thrusting.
The mental stimulation coupled with the physical, harbored a tremendous amount of sexual tension within them. She squeezed her eyes tight, as did he, when the soft contracting muscles began the process of annihilating all built-up pressure from within their bodies. Halle's body erupted mere seconds before Bryan's, both bodies clinging, placid, burst into contractions of ecstasy.
The squeals, the moans, curses, words of pleasure, and words of love came forth when the levees broke. Cream, cum, and the mixture spewed and flowed. Bryan moved her quickly enough to see his semen land against her beautiful skin. Halle bathed herself in the warm liquid, spreading it all over her breasts, shoulders, and tummy, licking her fingers for his benefit...and hers.
Bryan was too dizzy for words, but never blinked his heavy eyelids. He never liked missing anything she did.
"And to think when we first started physical therapy, you asked me, 'Why bother?' " he sighed in remembrance.
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Bryan could not understand why he was here. Didn't want to accept the fact that he had cancer. 'Why now?' He would ask himself. He was only 39 years old, why had his path led him to this point? A short knock at the door interrupted his thoughts before it opened.
Halle walked in, looking very perturbed that she had come to this point in her life. She was ready to end her life, not spend the rest of her sentence with people who were allowed to die. It didn't matter, all she had to do was spend a few months with these dreary souls and she would be able to finish out her dreary life in the comfort of some hole in the ground very soon.
"Look, I'm here because I have to be," she looked at him with obvious annoyance. "Can we get started?"
"What's your name, gorgeous?"
"Monica."
"Monica. You don't look like a Monica," eyeing her carefully. "..if you don't mind me saying."
"Yes, I do mind...there's no 'tomorrow' for you so what does it matter what my real name is?" She said rudely.
"So you lied?"
Her gaze was filled with anger, but a certain light that coaxed him to keep at her even though he wasn't sure at all what to say to her. She was completely the opposite of him. He was a suit, a stock broker, and the son of a Navy captain. She looked as if she were just starting her second year in college, still wet behind the ears.
He enjoyed her long, thick hair, though, the fire red that she obviously colored herself surprisingly appealed to him. Her tight, low cut capri jeans and chopped up shirt hung off her body in a delightful mess. Down on her ankles were several ankle bracelets, he could also see several sparkling toe rings, the reason she wore sandals. She looked like an exotic breath of fresh air.
"What are you smiling at?" she asked, annoyed and flattered all at once.
"A delightful mess," a new sparkle growing in his eyes. One that hadn't been there in months. "My name's Gunther."
"Gunther?!" she said, almost laughing, but squelching it. "That's hideous, couldn't you think of something sexier like, Michael or Stephen?"
"Just wanted to see how you look when you smile," he told her. "You think I'm sexy?"
"Even Bryan is nice...who's the liar now?" Ignoring his last remark, she wasn't intentionally referring to him.
"Busted."
"Look, I only have a few hours and it's gonna take half of that just to get your smart ass downstairs." Obviously trying to mask her pain with rudeness, Bryan thought to himself.
"Since we are going to be touching each other, maybe we can be civil. Damn, girl, I'm dying, have a heart," he said, toying with her.
"Why do you think the judge sent me here? He obviously didn't think I had one."
"Oh, everyone has a heart. We just need to go behind enemy lines and get yours back."
"We?" she asked. "I don't need your charity."
"No?"
"No."
"What about my friendship...while you're here?"
"Why? You don't have---"
"I know, 'no tomorrow,' " he brushed her off. "You've said that before. Come on, humor a dying man, will you?"
"Fine, I'll be your friend, but I don't have to like you."
"Yeah, you're right about that."
"Really?"
"Yeah, because if you're not careful, you might just fall in love with me."
"I don't fall in love. And I'm not being rude, it's just something I don't do."
"You just haven't met the right person."
"I'm not looking for him."
"That's the best way to find him."
He continued being his charming self around the girl who pretended her name was Monica. Slowly peeling away layers of her past as his growing attraction craved to peel off layers of her clothes. Their physical closeness contrasted with their mental distance, but his friendliness began to crack the barrier.
She resisted, he persisted. She frowned, he smiled. He blew kisses, she made gagging sounds. His nights were filled with memories of her face, her days, now, were something to look forward to. Together they created an amicable atmosphere. One they both enjoyed.
"You need to learn to stop focusing on your past, Halle."
"It's hard not to, it's all I see."
"Look at me." he told her. "What do you see?"
"Your green eyes, Bryan."
"What does everything else around you look like?"
"Actually...a blur."
"Exactly."
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