Mike woke up next to Caryn, contemplating how beautiful she looked. Now, in the bright morning sunlight, he was able to begin thinking rationally again. Oh my God, I’ve had sex with a 16-year-old girl.
‘What the hell did I do?’ he wondered.
He looked at Caryn. She lay there, nude, the sun on her flawless skin, a slight smile on her face. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The panic receded, replaced by the intense love, affection, and passion he felt for her. He pulled back the sheet to admire her beauty completely.
Mike stared at her breasts, firm, round, and tipped by rose colored nipples. They looked perfect to Mike. She looked prefect to Mike. He found his desire for her rising as his cock rose in sympathy with his desire.
His hand gently touched her breast, following the curves of it, feeling the softness, exploring, coming to know it, to possess it as a lover comes to possess the beloved.
Caryn stirred. Her eyes opened and saw her lover. She smiled for him. Then she felt his hand touching her and the electricity of his touch on her breast, on her nipple, traveled straight to her loins. “Ummm,” Caryn moaned rolling over.
Mike felt the nipple distend and harden under his finger. He saw the look in Caryn’s face change from a sunny smile to a seductive smile, full of craving. He bent down and took her nipple between his lips, making love to it gently. Her hand pulled against the back of his head, holding him against her tit. He made love to her breasts, licking, sucking, and teasing them.
Caryn felt the fire in her loins alight again. She felt so full of love for Mike after the prior night that she wanted him to know. She looked down as he kissed and licked her nipples and saw he was already erect. She was wet and ready.
She pushed him onto his back. “What?” he asked.
“Shh,” she hushed him sliding down his body until she straddled his hips. She trapped his cock under her and gently slid over it spreading her wetness over it and her. She slid forward until his cock popped up, then she centered it and pressed back moaning as her vagina opened and sank down over his cock. “Yessss…”
Mike felt himself spearing into Caryn, “Oh God, that feels so good,” he said.
Caryn smiled at him as she pushed the last little bit inside. She ground round and round, sliding her clitoris over the base of his cock.
Mike watched his now lover and girlfriend, looking so young and pure and yet so lustful, drive her pussy over his cock. He saw her full tits hanging in front of him with their rosy tips inviting him. ‘The nice thing about girl on top,’ he thought, ‘is two free hands.’ He put them to use, stroking and playing with those fabulous globes.
When Mike tweaked both nipples at the same time, Caryn felt it in her pussy. She lifted and surged back down, driving his cock into her hard. This morning wasn’t for a tender slow love making; she wanted a real fuck. She lifted and drove back down. Over and over Caryn fucked herself on his hard cock.
Mike felt her driving hard and knew how to respond. He increased the pressure on her nipples as Caryn cried out in delight. Mike alternated light caresses and tweaks of her nipples. It drove Caryn crazy, the light touch teasing her and the tweaking of her nipples sending lightning bolts to her already heated loins.
One last thrust and Caryn felt her orgasm surge into her body. She pressed down, driving his cock as deeply into her as she could. Her head thrown back, hair flying, Caryn shuddered on his cock.
Mike felt her pussy pulsing on his cock and released his seed once again into his lover.
She fell forward onto his chest, her fingers convulsively grasping at the rumpled bedclothes around them. As her breath returned to normal, she looked up to see him watching her, his face filled with love. Her heart leapt, this is what she had always dreamed it would be like. “I love you.”
He smiled and put his hand on her cheek. “I love you.”
It was several months later when Deanne made her unscheduled stop right about dinner time. Caryn let her in the door. “Mike’s making dinner,” she said.
Deanne followed the girl to the kitchen. She and Mike exchanged greetings and Deanne sat at the table as Mike continued making dinner. Deanne watched as Caryn went to stand next to Mike. Her first thought was, 'Good, she’s learning to cook.' Caryn’s hand rested on Mike’s back. It was a common gesture and Deanne almost didn’t think anything of it. But something was… wrong. Then she knew; it was the common gesture of a wife touching her husband, not a foster child touching a foster parent.
Caryn looked up at Mike, her face full of love and affection. It beamed like it was illuminated from within and the love was shining through her skin like light through a parchment. Deanne watched as Mike turned to look at Caryn and his face reflected all the love and affection of hers. They looked like a couple of newlyweds. She put her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping out loud. Deanne worked to get back her professional face: calm, restrained, and revealing nothing.
By the time dinner was served, Mike had convinced Deanne to stay, at least he thought he had convinced her. In fact, she wanted to stay and observe what she thought she knew to be true. Caryn served three plates. She acted like the woman of the house, gracious and friendly, but in charge as well.
Deanne watched the two of them over dinner. Their conversation was intimate in a way only couples can be, as if they had little things they shared and didn’t even need to say to express to each other. Deanne was shocked at first, but surprised how natural it quickly felt, like these two were old friends and naturally they were a couple.
After dinner, as Caryn cleaned the table, Deanne sighed and said to Mike, “Okay, I can’t pretend I’m not seeing what I’m seeing.”
Mike was genuinely surprised. Of course, he had no idea they were so transparent. It seemed natural to him. “What?”
“You two lovebirds. You look like you’re on a honeymoon,” Deanne said. She saw Caryn turn bright red and knew she was right.
“I can see the way you look at each other, like you’re in love,” Deanne said.
“We are,” Mike admitted
“I love him, Mrs. Walton,” Caryn said.
Deanne sighed again, “I guess I’ll have to find a different house.”
“Why?” Caryn asked.
“Caryn, you both have told me you’re in love,” Deanne said. Caryn nodded. “Well, you can’t live together.”
Caryn laughed. “That’s seems silly. Are you supposed to live with people you hate?”
“It’s not that. You’re sixteen,” Deanne said.
“I’ll be seventeen next week,” Caryn told her.
“That doesn’t make any difference,” Deanne said.
“Why not?” Caryn asked.
“It’s not proper,” Deanne said.
“It’s not proper to live with a person you love?” Caryn asked. “You’re worried about sex?”
Deanne hesitated, “I’m not saying anything, I mean, I don’t want anything to happen.”
“Mrs. Walton, if you think making me live in a different house will keep me from making love to the man I love, you are mistaken,” Caryn said. “Would it keep you away?”
“We’re not talking about me,” she blustered.
“I am. We’re both women,” Caryn started.
“You’re a child in the eyes of the law,” Deanne burst in.
Calmly, Caryn said, “Then the law is wrong. Would it stop you from being with the man you love?”
Deanne looked at Mike. He smiled and shrugged, “I can’t help you. When I realized that I’d fallen in love with Caryn, I knew I couldn’t stop it. I can’t help it. I do love her and I don’t give a rip about her age. And Deanne, I know something else from living with her these months. She does love me, just the way I love her.”
“What have I done?” Deanne asked the ceiling.
“Brought two people together who love each other,” Caryn said. “Thank you,” she put her hand on Deanne’s arm.
The physical contact did something. It broke through the social front and connected the women directly. “Oh my God.” She looked from Caryn to Mike and back. “What am I to do?”
“Can we get married? That would solve the problem,” Caryn said.
“Has he asked you?” Deanne asked. “Never mind. No, the answer is no. If I even broached the subject with a judge I’d get my middle-aged black butt thrown so far out the door…” Caryn and Mike had to laugh. “Yeah, you two laugh.” Deanne shook her head. “Well, I got us into this mess, didn’t I? Me and my bright ideas.”
“You don’t look middle-aged,” Caryn offered.
“Thanks, and don’t change the subject, which is, how am I going to get us out of this… situation?”
“I don’t think we can help you, Deanne. We like the situation,” Mike said. Caryn and Mike exchanged a wonderful smile as Caryn took his hand in hers. They looked like young love personified.
Deanne was quiet for a while. “Have you two… No, don’t answer that. DO NOT answer that!” She shook her head, “I can’t know that. I don’t know that. I don’t want to hear that.” Mike and Caryn started laughing and Deanne tried to hold her professional face before failing and joining them in laughter.
When the laughter died down, Deanne put her professional face back on. “I have to go away and think.”
Caryn looked concerned, almost scared.
Deanne hated to see such a look. “Don’t worry. I haven’t decided anything yet.”
Mike walked her to the door. “Deanne, I’ve never asked you for anything, for a favor. I am calling in every promise you ever made to me. All those times you asked a favor and I said yes.”
“You play dirty,” Deanne said.
Mike smiled, “Yep. But it’s that important.”
Deanne started to turn and leave but stopped and turned back to Mike. “Damn it. You be good to her.” She threw her arms around him and hugged him.
He embraced her. “Thank you, Deanne.”
“I haven’t promised anything.”
Mike laughed still holding her, “Yes you have. You just won’t admit it.”
Deanne pulled away. “Oh Lordy. How do I get myself into these situations?” She waved as she walked to her car.
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