Chapter Four



"You're sweet," she said, still holding my dick, but moving up to kiss me.  She looked at her hand, fingers covered with semen.  "It's slick," she said, fondling my softening dick.  I could barely stand the intensity of the feelings caused by her slippery fingers.  She kissed me again, a quick peck, one I would come to know as a precursor to a question.

"Blowjobs…" she said.

"Blowjobs?" I asked.

"Yeah, I've heard about ‘em.  Lots of girls do ‘em.  Seems like something guys like."

"Yeah, I can't think of a guy who DOESN'T like being tended to by a willing mouth," I said.

She giggled.  "I don't know how many of those girls were THAT willing.  I mean, they DID it, but some of ‘em didn't sound like they LIKED doing it."

"Some girls do, some don't," I said matter of factly.  "And the term "blowjob" sounds sort of coarse to my ear."

"I know," she said.  Her fingertip was playing idly in a glob of cum on my belly.  "But some girls… uh, the guy does THIS in their mouth?"

"Yeah, some do.  Some don't."

"And some of ‘em swallow this?"  She looked at me with questioning eyes.

"Yes, some do.  I've heard of women who'd let the guy come in their mouth, then they'd spit it out, too.  And some women would suck on a guy but pull away when he got ready to come."

Her fingertip pulled out of the puddle she was playing in and went directly to her mouth. Her eyes took a twinkle and she smiled around the finger, pulling it out of her lips in a flourish to scoop up another sample.  "You're gonna do this in my mouth, babe."

I gasped as she twirled around and sucked my cummy soft dick into her mouth.

"I can't believe you just did that, Kim."

"Did you not want me to?"

"Oh, god, no…  I wanted you to do EVERYTHING to me.  But I… today was the first time we kissed."

"Was the first time we said we loved each other, too."

"And I meant it, baby."

"Uh, the YOU love me, and I love YOU, and this is part of the way people who love each other share part of their love, huh?"

"Yes, it is.  I never could separate this from the rest.  That's why I was the way I've been.  Until I met Kim."

She smiled.  "Then what I just did to you, it was okay?"

My dick was hardening in her hand.  "Yes, it IS okay.  I belong to you.  ALL of me.  Even that part."

Giggle.  "It's getting hard in my HAND.  But sucking on it?  I did that right?"

"You couldn't do it wrong, little girl."

Her head bobbed down, her hair swinging at her chin, and I watched the first two inches of my dick disappear in her mouth for a long, vacuuming suck.  As she released me, her tongue accompanied the head out of her mouth.

"Come here, babe," I said, tugging her up to bring her face to mine.  I kissed her.  "You're the single most incredibly desirable woman in the world."

"Even on my period?" she asked?

"You start off being sexy in here," I said, kissing her forehead. "And then you have a perfect body…  and you're, uh… YOU!"

She let go of my dick to give me a two-armed hug.  "If you get me this excited today, give me a couple of days when I finish this period…" and a smother of kisses, then she remembered a new toy.  A toy that was hard and happily waiting to be played with.

Giggle.  "It likes ME!"  And I felt wonderful, moist warmth and suction.  "Mmmmmm" from her throat reverberated through my body.  Her head popped up and she smiled at me, the head of my dick resting against her bottom lip.  "Can I bite?"

"It's yours.  Bite.  Just not too hard. And don't do much more than drag your teeth across the head.  It's VERY sensitive," I instructed.

"How hard?" she questioned.

"Come up here.  Let me show you." I pulled her up and bent down to kiss a nipple.  Her hand clasped me to her breast.  I sucked and tongued it.

"Mmmm, that's good…"

I bit lightly.  "How about that?"

"That's good, too…"

"Harder?"

"Mmmm-hmm."

I did a little harder until I felt a flutter of her fingers on the back of my head.  "Like that," I said.  And gave her other nipple a lingering sucking.

"Uhhhhh…  got it."  And she went down on me and practiced her new knowledge.  And her tongue played with my balls.

"Gentle with those," I cautioned.  "The balls are very sensitive to excessive pressure or suction."

So she had to experiment.  I only suffered a couple of twinges as she learned her limits and giggled, her lips open, a bit of my scrotum skin lightly held between her pearly white teeth.  "This is FUN!" she giggled.  Then she moved up slightly and tilted my dick to her waiting mouth.  "But this thing is MADE for me to suck on." And she sucked.  And her quick mind tied the sucking with what she'd just discovered about sliding her hand up and down my shaft and in a matter of a few happy minutes I was headed to my second orgasm.

"Babe," I said, "you've got me VERY close."

"I can tell," she said, barely pulling her mouth away from me.  "It keeps givin' me this salty stuff."  Her head dipped back down.  Long suck.  Teeth. Tongue. 

I stroked her pretty head.  

"I want you, bad, babe," she said.

"Close!  I'm so close!"  I gasped.  I stroked her head.  I didn't push her or hold her in place, just touched her in gratitude for the eruption she was raising in me.

"Mmmmm," was the response.  Somewhere she managed to get her free hand under my balls and her fingers tickled under my sack, then gently tugged and squeezed.

"Nnnghhhhhh! Yessss!"  I surged my hips up into her hungry mouth.

"Mmmpphhh…" The first spurt hit her mouth.  I felt her tongue press as she swallowed.  A second, then a third, and then she swallowed again, and then sucked me gently and slowly, draining every drop from me.  I was collapsed, almost unable to move, when she finally let my softened dick fall gently from her mouth. 

She planted a final kiss on it.  Then she crawled up atop me and kissed me on the mouth, I put my hand behind her head and trapped her lips against mine, our tongues wrestling each other, tasting a new taste in her mouth, traces of myself.

She rolled sideways off me and I rolled to keep her in my arms.  Her eyes were bright, laughing, joyous.  "I made you feel good?" she asked.

"Very good.  Especially that part where I returned from a parallel universe," I said.  "I love you, Kim."

"I love you too, Tim." She sighed.  "But as much as I'd love to stay here in your arms all night, Aunt Jenny's going to be expecting me."

"I guess I have to let you go then," I said.

"It won't always be like that.  I need to get her to understand some things."

"She probably understands more things than you think, baby," I said.  I was going to tell her more but thought the better of it.  "If she's in love with Laci, then she knows what you're feeling…"

"I think so, but still, she's been very protective of me.  And I can't just all of a sudden spend the night over here.  How'd you say it?  'In due time?'  Then in due time."

We spend another half-hour in each other's arms before reluctantly getting up.  I kissed her with each article of clothing she put on.  I got dressed.  I walked her home, two doors down.  The lights were out.

"I'll let myself in, babe," she said.  And she kissed me good night, a demure, innocent looking kiss, belying the fact that a mere hour before she had devoured me.

I went home and showered and when I hit the bed, I suffered a feeling of loneliness that I hadn't felt in years.  And I slept.  And got up on Monday morning and went to work.  And for the first time in years I kept pausing during the day.  No, I wasn't reliving a sex act.  I was envisioning that almost blonde hair, those bright blue eyes, that smile, the little hitch, almost a skip, when she started walking, the feel of her hand in mine.  I had no doubt.  I was in love.

Eleven o'clock.  I was in my office with a stack of invoices to sign and my phone rang.  Outside number.  "XYZCorp.  Tim Duncan. Can I help you?"

Female voice on the other end.  "MISTER Tim Duncan, you can tell me what you did to my sixteen year old niece."  Jenny.

"Uh…"

Laugh.  "Don't head for the state line.  I don't want to know.  I just wanted to tell you that her feet were six inches off the floor when she came to breakfast this morning, and she had a big smile on her face."

"Uh…"

"You told her?" Jenny asked.

"Told her what?" I stammered.

"That you LOVE her… Damn!  Don't be dense, Tim."

"Yes, that particular phrase was repeated in both directions," I said.

"But she came home last night."

"You have a special girl for a niece, Jenny.  First, she said that she wasn't going to just pop something like spending the night at my house on you without talking to you.  She thinks the world of you.  And second, she had no school clothes.  But that second one, that's just my guess.  All she told me was the first one."

"She's quite a kid."

"She's an amazing person, and I fell for her head over heels.  I hope…"

"Tim, Tim… she won't hurt you.  She needs you.  I'm glad… you two found each other."

"Jen," I said.  "Don't tell her we had this talk.  Let her break the news.  And just so you know, she is still a virgin."

"Tim, she's on her period."

"I know.  I don't think I could've stopped her…  us… if she wasn't."  I knew that had she NOT been menstruating, and had wanted to give herself to me, I don't think I could've turned her down.

"Yeah…" said Jenny.  "I believe you."

"Jen," I said, "I'm not a lech or a horn-dog or whatever.  I really think that if she'd have wanted a friendship I could've done that.  But she LOVES me… and I LOVE her…"

"I understand love, Tim," Jenny admitted.  "Even us Lebanese."

"Jen!"

"Just jerking your chain, Tim."

"Then the game is on, Jen…"

"Oh, yeah.  You.  Her.  It's gonna be a great game.  Look, I supposed I'll see you some time this evening.  Take care.  And take care of my Kimberly."

"She's my soul, Jenny," I said.

"I believe you, Tim.  Bye, now."

"Bye, Jen.  And thanks for calling."

I was out the gate right after four, headed home.  As I walked from the parking lot to my apartment, Kim's door opened and she walked beside me, taking my hand.

"That's the answer to the first question," I said.

"Question?" she asked.

"Yeah, all day I kept wondering if you went home and thought about yesterday and decided "Huge mistake!"

"Mistake?  That I found the love of my life?  Not hardly."

I looked at her hand.   It was carrying her swimsuit.  "So you're up for a swim?"

"You bet, babe."

I unlocked my front door.  We barely got inside when her foot kicked it closed behind us and she threw her arms around my neck.  My own arms wrapped her chest, pulling us together and our mouths merged.  "This is the longest day on the job that I can remember.  I wanted to get home to my Kim."

"I was the same way.  It's a good thing that they're not teaching something I don't know, because I spent the day reliving yesterday." Her eyes laughed before the giggle left her lips.  "And last night."

She was unbuttoning her blouse.  I took this as assign that it was time to get changed.  We got changed.  But there was this liiiiiittle interlude between completely naked and swimsuited up.

We did thirty minutes at the pool.  We got out and walked back to the apartments, holding hands.  "Babe," she said, "I need to talk with Aunt Jenny by myself for a little while.  Then I can come over, or you can come over to our house." She paused and grinned.  "I'm thinking, YOUR house."

"Kim, little love, let's be careful that we don't put off your Aunt Jenny.  Why don't you call me when you finish talking with her and let's spend a little time there.  We need to.  Looks respectable.  We'll have OUR time."

"You're right, you know…"  I let her go in, and walked to my apartment, showered, shaved, and dressed.  And waited.  The phone rang.  Jenny's house.  "This is Tim," I said.

"Come on over, babe," Kim said.

"I'll be right there."  I grabbed my keys and headed over.  Kim was standing in the door waiting.  She closed the door behind me and then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.  I clasped her to me gently.

Jenny snorted.  "And here I was, being all restrained and everything, with Laci…"  She laughed, then looked at me.  "Kim tells me that you and her are, in her words, "totally, unbelievably, incontrovertibly in love with each other" and the duration has something to do with universes and tiny black cinders."

"Pretty much sums it up, as far as I'm concerned." Kim's smile was priceless.

"AND, it seems that she thinks that she should be allowed to spend the night at your house."

"I would like nothing more, but I would rather not offend her aunt, who is the OTHER greatest person in her life."

Jenny smiled, saying, "Look, I know what she came out of, and I'm just happy she's not sellin' her pussy for meth.  She's a rare, unique, and wonderful creature and I'm inclined to believe that she knows best what she wants and needs in her life.  So I told her that if YOU accepted it, she was free to be her own woman." She paused, looking at Kim.  "And I told her that she wasn't dealing with just HER feelings, that yours were also on the line her, and that she better understand that fact."

"Aunt Jen," Kim said, "This is US.  He cares.  I care.  He loves.  I love.  And we belong together."  She took a breath and said, just barely audible, "forever."

Jenny smiled.  "Then you spend the night there.  Tonight.  Any night.  All of them."

Kim hugged her aunt.  "Aunt Jenny, I…  Uh… I appreciate everything you've done for me.  I love you, you know.  You've been a mom to me…"

Jenny had teary eyes.  "Babe, I know.  I won't ever give birth, but you're my daughter, too…"

Kim came and stood by me.  "I'm his wife now, Aunt Jenny…"

Jenny looked at me.  "She's serious, Tim.  I know her "serious" look."

"I'm just as serious as she is, Jen," I said.  I raised my arm and Kim stepped against me.  I put my arm around her waist.  She reached across and held my hand.

"Then good luck.  You know, you're both…  oh, you fit together…" Jenny smiled.  "Kim, don't forget me.  I like having you around.  Really."

"I won't forget, Aunt Jenny.  Don't be ridiculous.  We live in the same building.  We'll visit.  Play games.  Watch movies.  You know…"

"Thank you, baby," Jenny said.

It was at that tender moment that the front door opened and Laci walked in, jean-clad, man's work-shirt in lieu of a more feminine blouse.  "Hi," she said, then surveyed the scene.  "Something up?"

Jenny said, "You bet.  These two are in love and say they're getting married."

"Can they do that?  I mean, like, Kim's only sixteen."

Jenny said, "I know that stuff.  I see enough kids in my high school classes to have to know the laws.  In this state, sixteen, with parent or guardian's signature.  And that's me, all legal…"

"You'd do that, Aunt Jen?" squeaked Kim.

"Yes, I suppose I would.  You got to a public school.  You know how many girls your age get pregnant and have babies or go off and have abortions."  Jenny turned to Laci.  "Babe, Little Miss Soon to Be Bride Kim's betrothed husband to be has requested that YOU be the Best Man."

My heart skipped beats.  I'd not made a big deal out of Jen and Laci's sexual orientation, and here I was, exposed for one off the cuff smart-assed remark.  I never wanted to hurt either Jen or Laci.  I sucked in a breath, waiting for the reaction.

It came on the wings of Laci's tittering giggle.  She came up to me and threw arms around my neck.

"'Scuse me, Mister Tim." Laci kissed me.  "I'll be your best man.  And if you want, me an' Jenny will do your bachelor party."  Then she let go of my neck.

Kim giggled.  "I wouldn't take her up on that bachelor party thing, baby."

Laci sidled up next to Jenny, who replicated my arm around Kim.  Laci said, "I told Jen the other night that you two shared a common soul.  I know these things…"

"She did," Jen said.  "And I pretty much agree.  So when's this gonna happen?"

Kim rescued me from answering that one.  "We'll get back to you on that one.  But get ready.  It's gonna happen."  She started pushing me towards the door.  "We need to get some food, babe!"  The over her shoulder, "You guys can come with us…"

"Yeah," I said, "since we're, like, FAMILY!"

Laci turned her face to Jen.  "What'd'ya think, love?"

"We'll take my car.  Let the lovebirds take his."

Laci feigned sadness.  "B-but I thought WE were the lovebirds.  Didn't we USED to be the lovebirds?"

"Honeymoon can't last forever, Laci," I said.

Kim hauled my face down to hers, kissed me, and whispered, "Yes it can…" and then she pushed me out the door.

Laci and Jenny followed and a few choices of restaurant passed back and forth between the two couples before we got to the parking lot.  Kim and I followed Laci and Jenny out of the parking lot and onto the road.  Kim was playing her fingers on my neck until I freed up my right hand from driving, then her hand took mine.

"Babe, tell me one more time… forever?"

"Yes, forever."  I knew deep down inside.

"We're getting married, then…" she said.

"Yes.  Inevitable, babe.  So, when?"

Silly me.  I thought she'd have to give it some thought.  I was wrong.

"The Saturday before Thanksgiving.  Gives me a week out of school, and…"

"And I have vacation scheduled already."

"I know" she said.  "I looked at the calendar on your kitchen wall."

"I should've known." I laughed, shaking my head.

"What?" Kim questioned, her blue eyes on me.

"That you'd have a plan in place."

"I…  uh, is that too soon?"

"Nope.  I already made my mind up.  As far as I'm concerned, it's a mere formality.  I will love you forever, and I will never touch another woman…"

"Except if Laci wants another kiss?"

"You've got a horrible mean streak, you know…"

She giggled.  "Did she surprise you, babe?"

"Uh… Yeah.  I was worried about me making fun of her, about that "best man" thing.  She caught me off guard."

"Uh, I've known Laci for two years.  As long as I've lived with Aunt Jenny.  I KNEW how she'd react!  And she's kissed ME like that before, too!  Yours are better."

"So are yours, sweet one!"

Our little gang made a credible run on a Tex-Mex restaurant.  It was a pleasant conversation and good food and then there was the trip home.

"You look nervous, babe," I said.

"I am, a little."

"Why?"  I asked.

"Suppose we don't work together, you know, sleeping?  I haven't slept with anybody in, like my WHOLE life.  Except for the odd friend sleeping over."

"That, sweetness, is the silliest thing I have ever heard.  First, two people WILL likely have a little unfamiliarity at first.  Second, I don't think we're going to have a problem at all.  Third, we have a big bed, so there's plenty of room.  So stop worrying.  But babe, it doesn't have to happen if you don't want it to happen.  I love you.  No pressure.  No hurry.  I'm not going anywhere…"

She smiled.  "But what do YOU want?"

I had one word:  "You."  And then, "I love having you in my arms.  Seeing you.  Touching you.  Being in the same room with you."

"Oh, that helps me make a decision," she smirked.

"What?  You asked.  I answered honestly.  I love you.  If we stayed awake all night talking, I know you're fun and interesting to talk with.  Or anything else.  So sleeping?  I mean, really just sleeping?  That means I get to spend time being very close to my best friend who is also the girl I love."  I glanced at her and then stared at the road.

I felt a hand touch my arm.  "Just so you know, Mister Engineer, it is not uncommon for a person to have some trepidation in the face of a milestone in one's life.  It is also helpful in these situations to verbalize one's concerns with a trusted friend." She smirked and gave a little chuckle.  "And I have gone through those stages and arrived at the stage wherein I shall proceed into the future with confidence.  So Mister Tim Duncan, you need to get used to the presence of another person in your bed."

Then a little laugh.  "I love you, babe.  There's no force on this earth that would keep me out of your bed tonight."

"OUR bed," I corrected. "Tim ‘n' Kim, right?"

Giggle.  "Nope.  Beauregard ‘n' Heloise"  Smirk.  Kiss.

We parked the SUV and walked to the apartments.  She went into Jenny's and came out with a duffle bag.  "Clothes for the morning.  I'll move some of my stuff over tomorrow after school."

"I'll help, babe!"

"I know you will.  So will Aunt Jenny."

I unlocked the front door and my Kim walked into her new home.  OUR home.  I reached out and gathered her into my arms.  Her lips met mine.  We kissed for long moments.  When our lips broke away, she whispered, "MY home, babe.  US!"

"Yes, it is, sweetness."  I reached over to the key rack. "You'll need keys to your house, won't you?"

"Yep.  I get home from school before you get home from work."

"Speaking of work…  Homework?" I asked.

"You're kidding, right?" she sounded incredulous.

"Hey, it could happen.  We need to be responsible."

She put a hand on her hip.  "Babe, right now, I could probably test out of classes for the rest of the year.  My teachers know this.  And you do too, right?"

"I hear you say it." I shook my head.

She laughed.  "Babe, I appreciate you worrying.  But I don't have homework.  And I need a shower.  So that means I have a question."

"Question?"

"Yeah," she said.  "I want to shower with you.  I think it would be wonderfully sexy.  But not tonight.  I'm still on my period.  It oughtta be tapering off tomorrow.  But tonight I need to shower by myself.  I'm sorry.  Okay?"

"Of course, sweetie."

"I'll take my shower and get out and you can take yours while I dry my hair.  Then we can watch TV or whatever.  Okay?"

"Okay."  I realized I was being "managed" quite handily.  And I loved it.  So while she was showering, I puttered around the house, straightening up the kitchen.  I heard the shower stop, a pause, and then the sound of a hair dryer.  I went to the bathroom.  There she was, naked, except for pastel grren hip-hugger panties, drying her hair.

She caught the motion as I entered the bathroom and turned off the dryer.  "Well," she said.

"Well, what?"

"Well, are you gonna shower with your clothes on?"  And she grinned.

"Nope."  I started undressing.  Finishing, I stood up, naked, in front of her.

"C'mere, babe," she said, beckoning me with her open arms.  I approached her and she stood and our bodies molded together.  I stroked the back of her head, her hair still slightly damp, fragrant from the shampoo.  Her skin was clean, silky to the touch, as my hands slid down her back from her shoulders to cup the cheeks of her ass.  And that was extra nice.  Firm. Rounded.  She purred in my ear, then said, "Shower, babe.  Play later, ‘kay?"

"Ooooo-kaaayy, I guess," I said, imitating a whiny little boy.  By the time I finished showering, she was out of the bathroom and I completed my evening ritual, teeth brushed, face shaved.  I walked to the bedroom and pulled on a set of colored briefs and went into the living room.

"Awwww, you put pants on.  That's okay, though.  Sit in your chair."

I sat.  Kim slid into my lap, naked from the hips up, her bare skin against mine.  I reached over and picked up the TV remote and handed it to her.  "Nuh-uh," she said.  "How about some music?"

"You pick, babe," I said.  This got us Mozart symphonies.  And Kim in my arms. And the soft light of the room and serenity crept over us.

She wiggled deeper into my arms and my lap.  "Babe, you know this is hard." She paused a second, then giggled.  "No, THIS is HARD." Her hand reached under her to give my definitely hard dick a squeeze. "Being in your arms and wanting ALL of you, that's difficult."

"My baby made a SEX joke," I chuckled.  "I know, baby.  You feel soooo nice.  Every sense I have is working, and YOU are overloading them all."

"I know," she said.  "But, tomorrow. Or maybe the next day.  I've been doing this for years, and the pill makes me very predictable."

"Babe, that brings up a point…"  Her mention of The Pill reminded me of one important fact in the sequence of becoming a husband.  I was sterilized.  A chill ran down my spine.  In our times together, even the times we'd talked about a future together, we'd never broached the subject of children. She knew that I had a daughter from a previous marriage.  She didn't know that I had a vasectomy from that same marriage.

"What point?"

"You mentioned the Pill."

"Babe," she said, "I was on the Pill because I was crampy and irregular with periods.  It's not because I was pre-planning sex.  Although," she smiled, "that might be a beneficial side effect now."

"I can't make you pregnant, Kim."  I shuddered, waiting for the hammer to fall.

"Why?"

"When I was married, when she had the baby, there were problems.  The doctors said it would be very dangerous for her to risk another pregnancy.  I got fixed.  Like in "vasectomy" fixed."

"And why do you look so scared telling me that, Tim?" she asked.

"Because, baby, young girls want to think about having babies in their futures."  I closed my eyes.

She didn't miss the closed eyes.  "Open your eyes and look at me, Tim.  I'm not Little Miss Trailer Trash who wants a houseful of kids.  I've had a rough enough life as a kid.  I don't want kids.  Not right now.  And if I… If WE wanted a kid later, there's always adoption.  I've looked around.  There are plenty of kids out there already."  

She stared though my eyes into a quivering corner of my soul. "Tim, you were afraid I wouldn't marry you because of THAT?"

"Baby, 'THAT' is a major part of a lot of people's goals in life."

A nubile female form wiggled around to press delightfully, full-length against me.  "Let's talk goals, babe."

"Okay, this is what I've always wanted to do:  have a serious talk about life's goals with the love of my life lying in my arms almost naked."

Giggle.  "I could go get dressed.  What does one wear for serious talks?"

"Talk," I said, kissing her.

She kissed back.  "How can I have a serious talk when one end is kissing me and the other end is poking me and I have someone's hands sending shivers through my body?"

"Okay, I'll stop.  At least the parts I CAN stop.  I dunno about the pokey part."

"Mmmmm, don't STOP, just slow down a little."  She smiled.  "Maybe this'll help."  She slid a knee on either side of me and sat up astraddle me in the recliner.

"Oh, yeah, THIS is a GOOD move," I laughed.  "Now I have full view of your titties and something warm and soft is pressing against… well, that poky thing ain't about to go away any time soon."

"But dammit, we NEED to talk."

"Talk," I said.  "I'll be good."

"Okay.  So here's the deal."  She looked as serious as an almost naked sixteen year old can look, straddling your lap. "I graduate from high school at the end of this school year.  That's May.  I have ACTs in the thirties.  I have the handle on scholarships.  And since I'm in love with an engineer, I'm thinking that just maybe, that's what I want to try."

"Engineer?"  I asked.

"Yeah, butt head.  I happen to think that ONE engineer I know is, like, EVERYTHING.  But anyway, four years for a degree.  Then WE both work.  At what WE want to do.  And when we're NOT working, we're LIVING!"

"Baby, if I'm with YOU, I am living… every second.  But before you go setting hard goals, are you sure about engineering?  It's tougher than most college stuff."

"Tim," she said, her tone exasperated.  "I'm sixteen and graduating from high school.  I think I can handle the courses."

"Yeah, there IS that… but you're gonna be the pink monkey again." I said.

""I know, babe," she smiled.  "But you know, that whole pink monkey thing was a lot easier with Aunt Jen backing me up, and now YOU…"  She grinned and wiggled her butt.  Mr. Poky was very happy.  "But what I wanted to ask you is exactly WHERE in that plan was there a "Kim and Tim reproduce" stage?"

"Okay…" I said.

She looked over her shoulder at the time display on the stereo.  "And it's nine and YOU have to work tomorrow and I have to go to school.  That means…" she smiled, "bedtime."  And she climbed off me.

I kicked the recliner upright and stood and she took my hand, tugging me to the bedroom, her head looking over her shoulder, her face a big smile.

"How beautiful you are, babe," I said.  She was.  Her hair was shiny perfection. What might have been completely spontaneous, the curl under her chin on one side, the little flip outward on the other, the wave at the end, her bangs sweeping in two directions in the center of her forehead, I knew women who paid a hundred bucks and spent hours every day to get their hair to look like Kim's did by delightful accident.  Her body, all curves, smooth skin, not angular and hard, but not fat, either, just female.  Very, very female.

I followed her into the bedroom and she tossed the covers back.  We crawled in from opposite sides and met in the middle in a tangle of arms and legs, out lips finding each other, tongues playing.  Her fingers searched for purchase in my short haircut as she pressed me into her face.

"You make lightning shoot though my whole body when we kiss like that, Tim," she sighed.

"I get the same, baby.  You're like no other."  I was serious.  I'd never felt like this.  I rolled her half onto her back and looked at her face, those blue eyes, the little spattering for light freckles across her nose and cheeks, the corners of her mouth turned up, eyelashes luxuriously thick.  Her eyes darted back and forth, looking at me.  I kissed her.

She freed up a hand that slid down my chest, past my belly and finger-first into the waistband of my briefs.  Her fingers wrapped me.  "Can we get these off? Hmmm?"

"Gosh, yes," I said.  I bounced up and skinned the briefs off me and tossed them beside the bed.  That left me off balance and Kim took advantage of that to push me onto my back, then she crawled half onto me and kissed me.

"Got anything I can have?" she asked, her eyes teasing.

"No," I said, "unless there's something you find…"

Her fingers wrapped around my hardness.  "What about this?"

"I don't have any use for it, it lacks an essential element…" I said, playing a game with her.

"What's it missing?  Is there something that makes it useful?"

"Yes, but I can't find one anywhere.  It needs a Kimmy."

Squeal!  "I know where there's a Kimmy.  And I can fix you right up."  Her fingers were teasing the head as she explored.  "Oh, look!" she giggled playfully.  "Kimmy's already found you!"

She grinned at me, our faces close.  "I don't want you to think this is all there is between us, babe, but it's FUN!  It's so new to me.  You don't mind, do you?"

I'm thinking, "Oh, yeah… horrible fate.  I'm being used by this sexy angel."  I was saying, "No, baby…  I just wish I could…"

Smile.  "A couple of days, honey.  Then I'm …  You're gonna do EVERYTHING with me." Smile.  Giggle.  "So you don't mind?"

"Gosh, no…  I just feel a little like I'm taking advantage of you."

"Don't be silly," Kim said.  "I could've stayed at Aunt Jenny's.  I could've gotten dressed and made you get dressed.  But I didn't.  Because I WANT to play with you."

I let her play.  As she played with me, I let my hands run rampant over her body, savoring the smooth skin and the curves of her back and legs and ass.

She looked at me, her eyes twinkling.  "I know that when I do this, things get serious with you, babe."  And her mouth closed over my dickhead.  Her "Mmmmmmmm" coursed through my entire being as she curled fingers under my balls.

I put a hand on the inside of her thigh and tugged her ass nearer my face as her mouth worked me over hungrily.  I turned my face to her smooth butt, clad in those soft, pink panties.  I used my lips to push aside the elastic legband and then fastened my mouth to the flesh of her ass, and sucked and bit.

She released my dick from her mouth.  "Oh, god, Timmmmm!   You're killing me…"

"You want me to stop?"

"NOOOO!"  Her head bobbed back down and she attacked my dick, her tongue swirling in the suction and biting that she was lavishing on me like she was trying to stave off starvation using what she'd discovered.

And I'd discovered that my sweet Kim enjoyed a little biting, at least on her ass.  

But she was working me over with boundless enthusiasm, and I lost the ability to form thoughts as her mouth sucked me in and out.  I kept my lips and teeth on her ass as I neared the edge.  I was getting close.  I said so. "OgodKim!  I'm close!"

I felt her answer, a nodding of her head while she kept me confined in the oven of her mouth.

"Baaaaaby!  Ohhhhh…."  I thrust into her mouth.  Her hand wrapped around the shaft of my dick kept me from inadvertently going deeper than she wished, but my motion signaled to her to more aggressive action.   She latched her teeth lightly on the shaft right behind the head and her tongue swirled and sucked.  And I came.  Hard.  Strong.   My first huge spurt (it had to be huge.  I think part of my brain went with it) fired into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm" came though my being, from deep inside her throat.  She swallowed and her hand milked for the next stroke.  A suck and a swallow, then the third and fourth and I knew I was no longer squirting, but she sucked me hungrily, draining me, cleaning me out.

I wanted to touch her head, but my hand fluttered almost ineffectually to stroke her hair.  I felt her still sucking and swallowing.  Finally she let my soft, empty dick fall out of her mouth.

"I think I got more out of you than last night, baby," she said, her eyes bright, smiling.  She thought for a second.  "But last night you did it twice."  She moved up to lay beside me.  Her hand touched the cheek of her butt.  "You bit me, you know…"

"I hope I didn't hurt you."

"Nuh-uh… it was just what I wanted when you did it.  But I can still feel it now…"

"I can't feel my toes now, babe.  I think you burnt out a nerve…"  I was drifting down from the heights of that orgasm like an autumn leaf on the wind.

She snuggled against me, her hand on my cheek.  I took that as a hint and turned my face to kiss her.  "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, dearest.  My life began anew when I met you."  I was honest.

"I feel the same way.  Like all of me wasn't there until we got together." She heaved a soft sigh.  "And now, I won't be whole unless I have you."

"And that's why we're married, baby.  Because we complete each other."

We lay in each other's arms, our breathing as synchronized as our thoughts.  Finally, her soft voice broke the silence.  "Tim, can I borrow a t-shirt?  My shoulders are cold."

"I can do that, babe."   I got up and pulled a couple of cotton t-shirts out of the drawer, donned one myself, watching as she pulled the other over her light brown hair.  She was sexy, almost completely nude, and now, white cotton knit covering her curves, she was still sexy, and some of that was in my heart, some in my head, but some of it was in my eyes, too.   A man should believe that the woman he loves is beautiful.  Mine was.