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Tammy Chapter 3
Anoninsac
The morning sun was filtering through the curtains and filling the room
with a soft glow. I turned and saw Tammy sleeping quietly. My God she
looked beautiful. There was purity and innocence in her face. Funny I
should have that thought right then. A few hours before I had taken her
maidenhood and initiated her to the world of sexuality. Those lips had
been wrapped around my penis. But in the soft morning light she looked
like a painting of purity. One of the Pre-Raphaelites could have painted
it: The Innocent.
I rolled out of bed and headed in for my morning ablutions. Showered and
combed I came back into the room toweling off my hair. Tammy was
stretching and opened her eyes.
"You're naked."
"You're beautiful. And under those covers, you're naked."
"No I'm not," she protested. "I'm wearing my top." She dropped the
blanket to her waist to show that she still had on the top she had been
wearing the night before. I reached down and grabbed to blankets and
tugged them off the bottom of the bed exposing her. "Hey," she yelped
and grabbed for the retreating blankets. Too late and they wound up in a
pile on the floor.
"Now you're naked," I said. She jumped out of bed and ran for the bath.
As she went by I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her to me. She looked
up struggling half-heartedly and I said, "You're beautiful," and kissed
her softly. She returned the kiss.
"But you shouldn't see me naked."
"Why not?" I asked. "We're lovers."
"Are we lovers?" she asked quietly.
Still holding her I said, "Last night we were. Do you want to make love
to me again?"
"I think so."
"Until you decide you never want to make love to me again, we're lovers."
"I've never had a lover before. I don't know what to do." She looked
concerned.
"First, you take a shower. Then we get some breakfast. After that we can
talk about it on the ride north. I want to see those cliff dwellings.
Mostly, don't worry about it. It will work out. Love you." I patted her
on the bottom and sent her toward the bath.
Heading north I looked over at Tammy. She looked deep in thought. "A
penny for your thoughts."
Tammy said, "Mike," and paused.
"Yes?"
"About last night." And paused again.
"Sweetheart, just say it."
She twisted her hair in her fingers while looking at the floor. "I
didn't expect that to happen. I mean, I didn't know it was going to happen."
"Me either." I reached over and put my hand on hers. "But I'm very glad
it did."
"It was so much better than I imagined. I never felt anything like that
before. At the end, when..."
"When you came."
A pause, "When I came, I felt so close to you. I wanted to hold you
forever. You were so big but it felt wonderful. I expected it to hurt.
It did for just a second. But then it felt, I don't know how to describe
it."
"Tammy. What happened between us was very special in many ways. We
became lovers, which is a special bond between a man and a woman. I was
your first, which is always special. Every one always remembers their
first lover, their first time. Thank you for choosing me as your first
lover. It was very special for me as well. And you chose an older man as
your first lover. It takes years to learn to be a good lover. To learn
how to please a woman. To be patient. To build the excitement until both
lovers reach fulfillment. You are lucky that your first lover is a man
who knows how to make love. Last," I reached over again and took her
hand in mine, "something happened between the two of us last night. I
felt it. It wasn't just the sex. Something almost spiritual that caused
our souls to touch as well as our bodies. That is very rare."
She was silent for some time. "Mike. I think I love you." I looked over
and she was apprehensive. Frightened that I was going to reject her.
Tell her she was a silly girl or something like that.
I pulled to the side of the road and stopped. She looked worried. I
turned in my seat and took her in my arms. "Hold me, beautiful." She
hugged me holding on like she would never let go. I kissed her and she
kissed me. We gazed at each other and a small tear rolled down her
cheek. "There's no reason to cry," I said.
"I'm just so happy. Three days ago everything was so awful. And now it's
wonderful."
Another peek into what she was running from. Just as I was running from
pain so was she. Too soon, I thought, to pursue that. Let's just be happy.
I pulled back on the highway and again we drove north but this time
smiling contentedly and holding hands as we talked about nothing and
everything.
Several hours later I saw the signs for Montezuma's Castle and pulled
off the highway. The park is down in a small valley. We had gained
elevation almost from the time we left Phoenix. At the higher altitudes
the scrub bush and occasional trees had replaced the cactus. Here in the
valley with a small river running all year, there were trees and bushes.
It wasn't lush but it wasn't desert either. We walked along a path and
came to a small clearing on the valley floor. The river ran placidly on
the left. On the right was a sheer cliff face rising hundreds of feet.
Almost at the top was the Castle. The cliff had a natural overhang. Not
really a cave but a deep large depression. Built into this was a
three-story cliff dwelling. It was the same tan color as the cliff and
looked as if the cliff had formed itself into a dwelling. It looked
fresh and new and also it looked like part of the cliff that had been
there for thousands of years. Actually, it had been there for hundreds
of years. The dry air of the desert had preserved it.
"How'd they get up there?" Tammy asked looking wide eyed at the dwelling.
"Ladders."
"Ladders? No way. Look how high that is," she said pointing high up the
cliff face.
"Yeah ladders," I responded. "Not all one ladder. But they'd find little
ledges part way up. You'd climb from one ladder to the next all the way
up. If a raiding tribe came around all you had to do was pull the
ladders up behind you. They could just sit up there and thumb their
noses at the raiding party."
"God. I couldn't live there. I'd be scared to climb ladders that high."
"Don't forget. The kids were born up there. They grew up looking down
that cliff and going up and down it to get to the fields and the river.
I bet it felt no different to them than an escalator does to us."
Tammy stood looking at the cliff for awhile. We walked on through the
park. I could see how they irrigated these low areas by the river for
their crops. Really, it's no different than people live in some places
today. We headed back to the van and on toward Flagstaff.
We continued gaining altitude passing through 7,000 feet. I started to
see snow on the ground. Snow? In Arizona? Not what I expected. As we
neared Flagstaff the terrain changed to mountains and the dry brush was
replaced by grass lands and pine trees. In Flagstaff I drove down the
main road and found a nice motor court. When I opened the door I nearly
froze. "Damn. It's cold." When we left Phoenix it was 80 degrees. Here
it was cold enough to snow. Big change in a few hours.
I checked us in and we set out to explore Flagstaff. East of Flagstaff
just a few miles is Walnut Canyon. We pulled into the parking lot as
snow began to fall. I couldn't believe it. Tammy just looked at me like
I was crazy. "It's too cold."
"Just put on an extra shirt." She thought I was nuts but pulled on long
pants and three shirts and her boots. We ran into the park station. The
building looked out over three narrow and deep canyons. About 75 feet
from the top there was a layer of rock about 10 feet high. Scattered all
along the canyon walls at this level were dwellings. It must have been a
softer rock and people had carved caves into the bare rock. They cut the
rock into blocks and put these up as the front wall. Leave a small
opening and you have a house.
The snow quit as suddenly as it started and the sun emerged from the
clouds. We climbed down stairs to the level of the dwellings. Following
along the cliff face we explored many of them. They were three or four
feet deep maybe four feet high and ten feet long. Not exactly mansions.
There were still black smoke marks on the back walls from the cooking
fires. How long had the smoke remained on these walls? How long before
the centuries would swallow all traces of these places?
The canyon was beautiful. Pine trees rimmed the valley lip and there was
a stream running in the narrow bottom. We were the only people in the
park and it was like we owned the place. We walked hand in hand along
the trail. Occasionally birds would perch in the branches above or to
the side of the trail. I couldn't tell how many dwellings there had been
but if all of them had been used there would have been hundreds of
people here. This would have been quite a community. Why had they
abandoned these dwellings? One day did they all walk away? Certainly
they had lost something of value when they abandoned these houses. Why?
Disease? Famine? War? Nobody knows.
Walking along the peace of the place infused me and I stopped and took a
deep breath. Tammy was standing beside me. I turned and pulled her to me
and kissed her. She kissed back and then we were passionately kissing. I
wanted her. I looked around but there was no place private.
"Come on," I said. We hurried back to the van. My ardor cooled on the
way back to Flagstaff and I realized that this would still be only her
second time. Okay boy. Cool off. Easy does it. By the time we hit the
main drag I was under control again. Once back in the inn we got out the
yellow pages and looked for dinner. I found a brewpub with a
microbrewery. So we headed over. Dinner was above average brewpub fare,
which was right up Tammy's alley. Not only that but their Pale Ale was
superb. The only trouble with dining out with Tammy is I couldn't order
a bottle of wine for two. Waiters are really stuffy about that.
In Europe the kids learn to drink in their teens. I think the French put
wine in the baby bottles. And you know, they have a lot fewer problems
than we do. It isn't something mysterious. The teens don't have to lie
and cheat to learn to drink. Maybe they are doing something right.
Back in the room Tammy hopped on the bed and grabbed the remote. "Let's
watch a movie."
I kicked off my shoes and joined her. She was selecting the adult movies
again. I looked over at her and she was concentrating on the screen.
This was important and exciting. "There," she said. I looked back to see
the screen go blank and then a movie started.
"Are we going to do what they do in the movie like we did last night?" I
asked.
"Do you want to?"
I touched her cheek. "With you, yes."
"Ok."
The movie had the typical stupid premise. A girl wanted to buy a
mattress. The shop closes and the salesman helps her to 'try out' the
mattress. In no time they had their clothes off and we followed. For the
first time I was able to touch her breasts. Her nipples were hard
already. I kissed one and then the other. Licking and sucking her
nipples I moved my hand down across her belly and started stroking her
labia. She was getting wet and I spread her wetness around. I strummed
her clit and she mewled deep in her throat. I was soon between Tammy's
legs licking and sucking. She tasted sweet. The smell of aroused young
girl permeated my nose. It was tremendously exciting to smell her. Her
juices were welling and she was becoming sopping wet. My face was coated
with her spendings. I thought about giving her an orgasm this way but I
wanted even more to be in her as she came. I was watching her reactions
as I licked and sucked. Her eyes were closed and her butt was bouncing
on the bed. She was close. I moved up over her and slid down her slit.
Gyrating my hips up and down, I let my rod stroke the entire length of
her wet and hot pussy. Tammy moaned as the hard shaft rubbed her
distended clit and massaged her labia. I pulled back to line up with her
quivering womanhood.
The head parted her folds and entered her channel. There was no
resistance this time. But she was just as tight. I pushed down and she
groaned as I tunneled into her spasming pussy. Lying still, I was deeply
embedded in her pussy. I gently kissed her. She pulled my head to hers
and stuck her tongue in my mouth. She wildly frenched me and started
bucking her hips against me. The heat of her passion burned into my body
and soul and ignited my own. I pulled back and sent my shaft deep into
her chute. She met my down stroke with as much passion and our hips
pounded together.
"Oh God, yes," she panted. Her juices were flowing copiously and I felt
the wetness spreading as we slammed together. Her pussy continued to
clench around my cock.
"Baby, Jesus Christ," I moaned. "You feel so good. Fuck me baby. Fuck
me." Her arms went around my neck pulling tighter and she renewed the
vehemence of our coupling. I had many women in my life but had never
felt the wild, abandoned animal passion with any of these 'experienced'
women that I felt with this young almost virgin girl. She had become
sexual passion personified.
"Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me," she chanted. I had never heard her say
anything like that. Hearing her chant these 'dirty' words revved up my
passion to even greater heights. I had never felt this way before. It
was a session of heights attained and new experiences. It was as if my
entire being and body were engulfed by the sex act. The universe ceased
to exist except for our two sweating bodies moving together in search of
ecstasy.
Her body stiffened and she threw back her head her mouth open and her
breath shuddering in raged gasps. Her fingers dug into my shoulders and
I felt the sharp sting of her nails biting into my skin.
"Goooddddddd..." she screamed in a long wailing moan.
The walls of her pussy clenched my cock and the intensity of all the
sensations overwhelmed my brain. Running on primal instinct my body
sought release of the tensions built up and continued pounding as
sensations flooded through me. All the energy of our frenzied coupling
concentrated in my balls and unable to contain it I felt them burst into
spasms of orgasm. My cum rushed up the shaft and spent itself deep in
Tammy's young body.
"I'm cumming," I snarled deep in my throat unable to form coherent thoughts.
"Yes, yes. Yes," Tammy moaned as she reached down and grasped my
asscheeks and pulled me to her.
Spasm after spasm wracked me until I lost count of the shuddering
ejaculations. My body poured forth my love juice and with it all the
built up tension. The release was profound. I collapsed gasping for
breath as my enervated body slowly recovered from the exertions.
Tammy stroked my face her eyes closed as she basked in the afterglow of
sexual release. She shuddered a few times as the aftershocks coursed
through her body.
'My God,' I thought. I have been getting laid for twenty years and have
never had anything like this before. I mean, even bad sex is wonderful
and I've had my share of intense and incredible sex. But never before
have I reached the peak as high as I just did.
I lifted myself on my elbows to take some of the weight from Tammy and
looked at her face. Her eyes were still closed and her mouth was parted
as her breathing returned to normal. There was sweat on her forehead and
upper lip. But what I noticed was that her face was suffused with a
cherubic calm. I bent down and kissed her and the physical contact
seemed to pull her back into this world. Her eyes fluttered open and a
small smile played across her face.
"Thank you," she said. She lifted her head and gave me a kiss of
affection, her passion fully appeased.
"My pleasure. We'll have to do it again some time."
She giggled then became serious as she put her hand on my cheek and said
very quietly, "I love you." I leaned down and kissed her and then rolled
off onto my side and pulled her over. She cuddled up and we lay like
that for a while. I was spent and found myself drifting off. The last
thing I remember is her turning off the lights and snuggling back into
my arms and she said, "Love you."
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