Chapter Ten



The next three weeks were a mix of happy and tedious.  The tedious part was because, aside from the leg cast, I was feeling GOOD.  The ribs stopped hurting.  The arm stopped hurting.  The head scar was still there, but my hair was growing in where they'd shaved around the wound.  Ronni'd brought me to my barber.

"What'd'ya want me to do?" he asked.

"Make me NOT look like I have the mange," I said.  "Just buzz everything down and it'll all grow back the same length at the same time."  I looked at Ronni and winked.  She and I had talked about this move.

The other big event was on the way home.  We stopped by the dealership and picked her out a car.

"I don't need a car, baby," she'd said when I first broached the subject.  "I can drive yours."

"I'll be needing that when I go back to work, sweetness," I said.

"And I'll be home, and it's summertime and I don't need to go anywhere that I can't go with you when you get off work or with Mom or Dad."

"You need a car so you can run the errands to keep your household going."

I won that discussion.  Wasn't always the case.

The happy part?  That would be living with Ronni.  Finding that the 'happy' wasn't just something she managed in front of me on the rare times we spent together, but that she was, like I thought before, even-tempered and always happy.

Our front yard sessions in the evening changed up slightly as I got a bit more adventurous with my cast and crutches and we made our way up and down the street, stopping to talk with the neighbors, in general just getting on with life.

Other part of getting on with life was that some of my co-workers made a point of dropping by.  The first time one showed up after Ronni and I decided to get married, I didn't hide that bit of news.   That guaranteed that I'd get visits from several others, all curious to see Dave's fiancee'.  In each case, Ronni hung around long enough to be polite, joining the conversation, then excusing herself to leave me a little time to talk with my co-workers.  At least the male ones.

Grady Higgins.  My supervisor.  "Dave, she's SEVENTEEN?"

"Uh-huh."  I answered.  "Literally, the 'girl next door'."

"She's not…"

"Pregnant?  Heavens, no, Grady.  Good girl.  Her dad and mom and me, we've been friends since I moved here.  I've been around her that long."

"That age thing?  Not a problem?"  He asked.  "Don't mean to be nosy, Dave, but you'n me been friends for a long time…  I remember your divorce…"

"I remember it too, Grady.  Ronni has eyes.  She can see how old I am.  I can see how old she is.  We've spent a lot of time riding back an' forth to tournaments an' sports things.  I know how she is.  She knows how I am."

"Well if you're sure, Dave, then I'm happy for you."

"I appreciate you bein' concerned, buddy."

I'm sure that Grady got asked the question by our staff admin clerk.  She came by too, all hundred and ninety pounds of her, to visit and bring me a big tray of home-made cookies.  Ronni  DIDN'T leave while she was there.  She stayed beside me, little touches showing I was HER possession.  Sandra was happily married, but Ronni didn't know that until after Sandra left.

"You work with HER?" Ronni asked.  She was trying to hide her concern.

"Yep.  She's our administrator."  I smiled.

"Did you ever… you an' her…"

"Sandra?  No, baby. "

"'Cuz she's fat?"

"Nope.  Fat has nothing to do with it.  She's married.  And she never acted the least bit interested, and after what **I** went through when my wife ran around on me, I would NEVER do that to another human being."  I sighed.  "Besides, you're prettier."

"I'm NOT pretty, Dave."

"Veronica Jameson, you are a cutie.  I adore you."

She smiled.  Bent over and kissed me.  Right there on the front porch.

Sex? We played.  I ate her.  She ate me.  We kissed and fondled and rubbed.  I thought several times that we were going to cross that line to intercourse, but Ronni remained true to her word.  Virgin.

After one session, we were lying, entangled, me wishing I didn't have the cast on my leg, but glowing because we'd pushed each other over the brink with oral pleasures .

"Dave," she said.  "I WANTED to, you know, don't you?"

"Yes, my Ronni," I said.

"YOU wanted to, huh?"  she looked into my eyes, giving me more time to ponder the kaleidoscope that was so inadequately described as 'brown'.

"I want every bit of you, baby," I said.  "But I can wait."

"Another week and a half?"  she smiled.  "I have a period comin' next week.  And after that, we're goin' to get married, and then…"

"You'll be my Ronni forever?"

Giggle.  "Baby, I'm THAT now. Have been for years."

She walked with me as I clumped my way into the jewelers.  "Just a wedding band, Dave.  One for me.  One for you."  The salesman was a little taken aback by the almost forty year old guy with the seventeen year old tied to his arm, buying wedding bands.  He tried to hide it.  Didn't do very well.  We selected two simple bands and got our sizes checked and were told to return in a couple of days to pick them up. 

We were well into July and Ronni was getting excited.  So was I.  So was the neighborhood.

Finally the day came for THE doctor visit.  I got into a pair of baggy-legged shorts with Ronni's help and off we went to the clinic.  I was given the once-over.

"Any unusual pain?"

"No."

His assistants removed the cast.  More poking and prodding.  A couple of X-rays.  He came back into the examination room.

"Stand," he said.  "Carefully."

I stood, feeling the leg.  I shifted my weight.  Felt good.  I said so.

"Don't kill yourself.  If you're gonna walk or ride a bike or something on your own, I won't set you up for physical therapy.

I looked at Ronni.  "We already walk," she said.  "We'll REALLY walk now."

I got the standard list of warnings and precautions, and I WALKED out of the office, holding Ronni's hand, into the July sunlight.

"You drive," I told her.  "Until I get used to that foot and leg working again."

It was Wednesday.  Saturday was the DAY.

My new-found freedom, no more cast, ALMOST let Ronni and me get carried away. Somewhere in the pink mists, though, she maintained enough blood flow to HER brain to regain control at the last minute.  Saturday morning she was still a virgin.  

At one o'clock we stood in front of a happy, informal group of friends and neighbors and Reverend Paul led us through a time-honored ritual of vows.  We exchanged rings and kisses and turned to face the assembly.

"Brothers and sisters," the preacher said, "Let me present Mister Dave Johnson and his wife, Mizzus Ronni Johnson.  He smiled broadly.  But not as big as my Ronni.

Rena led a group of ladies in producing tears.

Informal…  the reception was a family affair, made more so by the participation of our friends and neighbors.  There was a cake, and there was a big cooler of beer and a good selection of finger foods, and I thought I was going to need therapy on my elbow from all the hands I shook.  I saw my sweet young bride working her way towards me.

"Folks," I announced, "Ronni an' I have a place to be going…"  I shook Alex's hand,  then Terry's, and collected hugs and kisses from Rena and Deb, and we left.

We had plans.  Cruise.  It was hurricane season.  That kept us out of the Caribbean.  We flew to Vancouver.  

Ronni was touchie-feelie the whole trip.  And we had a night in a hotel before embarking on our cruise.

We were in a ROOM.  Together.  She wrapped me in her arms.  I reciprocated.  She looked into my eyes.

"We saved some stuff." She smiled.

She was right.  I had touched every inch of her body, and she had explored mine, and we were in the room together and there was something that we needed to share for the first time.

I gently stripped her of her traveling clothes, what I called her 'Ronni uniform':  jeans and a blouse, and her fingers didn't fumble as she peeled my own clothes off and we stood in front of each other completely nude.  That wasn't the first time.  The first time was yet to come as we turned back the covers on the king-sized bed.

My Ronni.  Kneeling in the middle, waiting for me.  I joined her.  I had anticipated tender foreplay and loving.  What I got was Ronni kissing me deeply, fondling me as I touched her pussy, finding it almost dripping with juice in expectation.

"Lay down, baby," she said.  "It's time for US!"

She knew what she wanted.  She'd been astride me before, and she'd rubbed that sweet pussy on my dick before, even to the point of orgasm.  But it was time for penetration.

"Eager" falls short of describing her expression.  I'd explored that sweet pussy with my lips and tongue and fingers and I knew that she retained just the barest vestiges of a hymen.  She rose up off me and her hand reached between her legs to guide my rigid dick into position as my own hands relished the curves of her waist and ass and thighs.

"Dave, I love you," she said.  The head of my dick was at the entrance of her pussy.  She started pushing downward.  I felt the head encounter delicious wet tightness as it pushed its way into a place no man had ever been.  Her brown eyes were sparkling.  She was biting her bottom lip, concentrating.  Her mouth came open.

"Ahhh!" she uttered.  Another push.  Her pubic arch hit mine.  She halted her effort. Smiled. Eased down into my arms. "Dave, we're…  mated."

I stroked her sassy brown bob.  "Yes, little one, we are.  I will never do this with another woman."

"You'll be the ONLY man that's ever there, Dave," she said.  She gave a little wiggle.  "It feels gooood."

"I was hoping you liked it.  YOU feel good."

She moved a bit more, experimenting, finding that some of our sex play from before was almost a direct translation to what she NEEDED right now, and her athletic hips and legs went to work.  I loved the sensation.  Her movements found the right configuration and she started a rhythm. the bottom lip was pulled behind white teeth as her concentration returned, this time for a wholly different reason.

My own hips couldn't remain immobile under this stimulation.  I started pumping upward into her.  Her eyes told me that she not only noticed this, but that she approved and our mutual motions became more frantic, insistent.

"Baby," she gasped.  "My first time.  Nnnnghhhh.  It's not s'pose ta be THIS GOOD!"

"Oh, yes, Ronni doll," I answered.  "Ohgod…"

"Hnnnghhhh, ohgodDave….  Ohhhhh,  yessssss…"  She rode me hard.  I tried.  I tried to hold off for her, but it was too much…

"RonniBaby… Dolllll, I'm… It's…  Comingggggg!!!!"  I thrust my hips up, driving into her center.

Her eyes squinched shut.  She was sucking her breath in through flared nostrils.  "Ggggnnnnnnnnghhhhhh!  YES!"   That last utterance was the reason good hotels had soundproof walls.

The walls of her virgin pussy clamped in spasmodic ripples around my surging shaft as I jetted into her.  My own thrusts dwindled and she collapsed into my waiting arms.  I held her, kissing her brown hair.

"Little one, I love you," I said.  

When she raised her face off my chest, tears were coursing down her cheeks.  "Oh, Dave, you don't know how many night and days I dreamed of being here…"

"Me too, little brown-haired girl.  And here we are."

Her speech faculties had not yet returned.  She buried her face in my chest and purred.  Finally, she said, "Was I…  Was it okay?"

"Okay?  Past okay, baby.  Better that I dared to dream.  You're everything I dreamed of, and more."

She held her hand up, looking at her ring.  "Married, Dave!  We're REALLY married!"  She entwined legs and arms around me, kissing me.  That was wonderful, and we kissed and caressed and played until she announced with a giggle, "Baby, it's gettin' hard again…"

"What should we do about that?" I smiled.

She smiled back, kissing me.  I had my hands grasping her waist.

"It's yours, little one, for whatever use you might find for it."

I was hard, and she was still oozing our combined juices and she slid me inside her in one slick motion, my hard dick pushing aside the tight walls of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh, that feels soooo good," she said.  "No wonder I hear Mom from the other end of the house," she giggled.  "We made love.  Me an' you.  An' I LOVED it!  An' now you're in me again!"

The second time was slower as we gazing into each other's eyes, exchanging sweet words, totally enraptured by our coupling. We started out repeating her initial position astraddle me, but then she lay in my arms and tugged for me to roll atop her.  I did, finding the real gift of her long athletic legs as she wrapped them around mine, trapping me inside her.  Like I needed to be trapped.

I brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek.  "You are so incredibly wonderful, Ronni.  How did I ever live next door to you without just carrying you off?"

She smiled.  "I know…  It would've killed Mom an' Dad, but there were times that I so much WANTED us to be havin' a little fence-hoppin' thing going…  an' when we were drivin' back from one of my tournaments, an' it was just you an' me, I wanted so much to just put my arms aroun' you an' kiss you an' let things just happen…  and she gave her hips a happy wiggle.

I stroked in and out of her, urged by her encouragement, feeling her insistent movements meeting my thrusts.

"I'm soooo wet, baby," she giggled, "an' you're making it worse.  I LOVE it!" from joyous play with us coupled together, experimenting with angles and movements, we moved gradually on into rapture, where instinct took precedence over conversation and our bodies took over.  She squealed through another orgasm and I unloaded my second load of semen for the day into her hot, eager pussy.

Sure, in the several weeks since Ronni and I admitted our love for each other, we'd played with each other.  Sex.  A lot.  Neither of us was a stranger to an orgasm at the hands or mouth of the other.  But after we'd consummated our marriage, it was like I inherited a new Ronni, an insatiable little thing who seemed to LIVE for us to be entwined together, connected by our genitals.  Our honeymoon cruise was wonderful.  We got out of the cabin often enough to see the glorious scenery of the Inside Passage, but I'm afraid we weren't much for social interaction.  I laughed to myself after one dinner as we left the dining room, Ronni towing me by one hand through the passageway to our cabin.

"Dessert!" she said.  And what I ate was better than the finest of meals in a royal banquet hall.

I'm sure I WOULD have initiated lovemaking, but I never got a chance to.  How we ended up as we essentially were left immobilized after earth-shattering orgasms, that would have been a sight.  One session had us in luxurious sixty-nine, licking, sucking, nibbling each other to coming.  

The wonderful inactivity in the afterglow slid into an afternoon nap.  I awoke a bit later with a long, sleek leg across my chest.  I dared not move it, but I turned my face to put her thigh in a more comfortable position and found a pink pussy slightly gapped open.  My nostrils flared as I breathed in the scent of her sexuality, and I moved my face just slightly closer, tasting the drying juices.

I heard a purr as she stirred, semi-waking, unconsciously wiggling herself closer to the pleasant feel.  When she was fully wakened, she was already leaking a fresh dose of sweetly musky liquid.  I felt warm fingers curl around my dick, causing it to go from semi-hard to fully erect.  

"What a way to wake up, baby," she purred.  And her mouth sucked me in.

I rolled onto my back, carrying her back atop me and we ate each other.  Her face lifted clear of my dick and she said, "This is good, but I want this in me, baby…"

"I want it wherever YOU want it, sweetness," I said.  It was true.  I wanted soooo badly to have Ronni make me come again, and I wanted to enjoy the rapturous expression as she came for me.

She started to move, but I captured her butt with my hands and gave her pussy one last, sucking lick before letting her up.  This time we sat on the bed, me cross-legged, her in my lap, impaled on my dick, her legs wrapped around me, our mouths locked together as firmly as my dick in her pussy had our lower ends coupled.

I ran my hands over her short, sassy hair.  Every time our lips parted, I saw those eyes, alive, twinkling, loving, a smile on her face.  This was sex, mating for the pure joy of sharing one another's bodies in the most intimate, caring of fashions and we started out smiling and giggling and verbal, talking to each other in cute, teasing, loving language, and as was the usual case, sometime during the giggling and cooing, our rocking together pushed us into serious copulation.

From our cross-legged intertwining, it was an easy move for her to push me onto my back and straddle  me, where Ronni proceeded to bring her girlish athleticism into play, pounding and rubbing her pussy almost violently on my rod, intent on HER own orgasm, and if Dave was going to get one, he needed to work it into HER pattern.

Was easily done, though.  When I opened my eyes, I saw a young, fit body, smallish titties succumbing to the violent action of their owner by giving me the slightest and sexiest of jiggles.  When I looked downward, where her pubic mound was mashing into mine, when she rose, I saw my shaft disappearing in between the turgid lips of her shaved and very lovely pussy.

Her hands were on my chest and every now and then, whether by reflex, instinct or conscious design, she tweaked my nipples.  She tossed her head back, clearing flaring hair from her face and opening her mouth. "Ahhhhhh, Daaaaave!  It's…  I'm….Nnnnnngghhhhh! Coming!"

And that was time for me to release.  Her final, diminishing spasms worked with a few of my own thrusts and I released my load deep into her.

"Ahhhhhhh! IFEELIT! Baaabyyyyyy!"I hissed through clenched teeth.  The 'it' I felt was the rippling of her pussy walls.

In the sweet silence afterward, we savored each other, the air heavy with the smell of hot, musky sex.  She put her fingers on my cheek and turned my face to hers, gently kissing me.

"Dave, she said, "Eat me.  Suck the juice out of me.  Make me come again."

The 'juice' in question was oozing out of her pussy as only the head of my softening dick remained lightly gripped by her plump pussy lips.

"Come up here," I said.  "Straddle my face."

I thought she'd simply move straight up my torso, but instead, the swung herself around to a sixty-nine, presenting me with a feast of milky and clear secretions.  I pulled her pussy down on my face and started partaking of the feast.

She sucked in a short, sharp breath.  "Yes!  THAT'S what I want.  Eat me out."  She lowered her face toward my satiated member and sucked the whole soft thing into her mouth, washing it with her tongue.  Similar activity insured my balls were freed from the slick film of our mutual ecstasy.  And it ended with her shuddering through another orgasm.

She lay back , mouth slightly open, staring at the ceiling.

"Dave, baby," she said, "did you …" she paused, "Is it good for you…"

"Ronni," I said, "there were times that I hated myself for thinking about what it would be like to make love with you, but I thought about it anyway.  The truth, the reality, it's better than I imagined."

"You were married before…" she sighed.

We'd had this conversation before, about my marriage, but not the sexual aspect of it.  I closed my eyes, remembering my first wife, and yes, we had good sex.  But Ronni…  oh, god, wonderful, bright, happy, enthusiastic Ronni.  "Baby,' I said, "I can erase ALL that.  THIS is better.  YOU are.  NOTHING there compares with YOU.  You're prettier.  You're smarter.  You make me happier.  I love you MORE, HARDER, MORE passionately…  And in YOUR arms I can look into forever…"

 She rolled onto her side, facing me.  Smothered me, showered me with little kisses.

"Like THAT," I smiled.  "You just DO things that melt me."

"Do I wanna do it too much, baby?" she asked, amid another flurry of kisses.

"No, little one.  I wish I stayed hard ALL day and ALL night.  I'd never be…  I'd ALWAYS be inside of you."

She smiled a little smile.  "We can do that," she said, "if I get to define 'inside'."  She read the questioning look on my face.

"Like this," she giggled, bending down to take my soft dick in her mouth, again.  She gave me a loving suck then popped back up.  "Just 'cuz we're doin' this, it doesn't HAVE to be 'til we come, you know…  I love when you just touch me an' lick me down there.

"What about here," I asked, lowering my face to suck in a pert nipple.

Giggle.  "That too!"  she wiggled under the stimulation.  "'Course, you like that, too!"  getting into position to mutually suckle each other's nipples as only a short glide to full sixty-nine, because, as my sweet Ronni said, "It's fun!  Feels good, just like that.  Don't have to COME ever' time."  But SHE came.

Early evening came and we wandered down to partake of the dinner buffet, then spent a bit of time at the rail watching the forested coastline pass by.

Our week was soon, too soon, over and we winged our way back home.

Walking into OUR house, I saw that somebody'd given me and my new wife a wonderful present:  the place, though normally pretty clean, was immaculate, the air sweet with the scent of bowls of potpourri, the bed changed and the covers turned back.

Ronni giggled.  "This has got "Mom" written all over it.  She picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hi, Mom!" she said.  "Looks like elves have come in and cleaned our house."  Pause.  "Uh-huh."  Pause.  "Okay, we'll come over for dinner."  Pause.  "I KNOW it's only three o'clock right now."  Giggle. "Gives us a couple of…  hours…"  giggle.  "Love ya, Mom!  Bye!"

"You just told your mom that we're gonna spend two hours in bed before dinner?"

Ronni giggled some more.  "And we ARE.  I haven't had my 'Dave' time since we left the hotel this morning.  And the house?  It was Mom an' YOUR sister…"  She looked at the pristine sheets on the bed.  "We did LOT of stuff on our bed, Dave," she smiled.  But not THE thing…"  She started unbuttoning her blouse.  "I think we need to initiate it."

I was already shucking my clothing.  She was lounging back on the bed, waiting for me.  I crawled in the bed, already hard, a fact that she noted with another little giggle.  Her outstretched arms signaled how she wanted this to proceed.  I knelt between those long, firm legs, bent forward and kissed her, then each of her perky breasts in turn.  I looked down between her legs past her plump mound and saw her pussy lips gaping open, glistening in expectation.

"I love you, Dave."

"I love you, Ronni.  My perfect little Ronni."  'Plain' Ronni had disappeared soooo many weeks ago…  I eased down, not even venturing a hand to guide me into her.  A couple of flexes of my hips dragged my engorged head between her lips, coating it with hot, slick juice.  The tiniest wiggle put the head of it into her opening and her hips rose, enveloping me.

"MmmmmmDave…  lay down on me.  Possess me."  We made soft, sweet love, our orgasms coming in quick succession.

In the waning glow, we snuggled.  She turned her sweet face to me.  "NOW it's OUR house.


