Peter and Wendy;

The Final Adventure

(MF/Romance)

Sitting in that old rocker that had been her mothers; she knitted, quietly humming to herself and the child in her swollen belly while she rocked. A small smiled played at the corners of her mouth making those dimples she was so known for stand out. Every once in a while she would look out the window, to scan the black, velvety sky for signs that he was on his way back. She knew he would eventually arrive but the when was always in doubt. He wasn’t exactly known for his punctuality. Just like when she met him the first time, he was still easily distracted by things that were fun.

Rocking slowly, she knitted absent-mindedly as her thoughts wandered back through her memories of him and the things they used to do when they were still children. It had been so exciting to see him enter the nursery window because she knew a grand adventure was soon to follow. But like all children, except for him and the lost boys, she had grown up. About the time puberty hit she had stopped going with him, preferring to stay home to go out with her friends and do the things all teenagers do. After a while he had quit coming, disappointed that she didn’t like their games anymore. But once, when she was in her early twenties and home on break from the university, he had again shown up. Letting himself slip in through the window, like he had always done, he quietly made his way to her bed to startle her awake with a prank. But instead of waking her this time, he stood there and stared in wonder, mouth hanging open. While he knew it was his Wendy laying there he couldn’t believe how much she had changed! Gone was the little girl who used to share adventures with him and in her place was now a breathtakingly beautiful woman. Reaching out, he stroked her blonde hair, feeling the silkiness against his fingers. He gently touched her soft warm cheek, sending a strange sensation over him as his heart hammered in his chest and he felt hot and a little shaky. What was happening? He didn’t know but it wasn’t a bad feeling.

Feeling the touch on her cheek, she woke up and rolled over. Seeing who was standing there, she sat up, grinning from ear to ear. “Peter!” She exclaimed, the excitement dancing in her eyes. “It’s been so long! I thought I would never see you again.”
Stepping back a bit, he blushed for no reason he could figure out. There was something about the way she looked that made him feel all quivery inside. Stammering a bit, he said, voice shaking, “I-i-i- came to see if you wanted to come play like we used to.”

Shaking her head slowly from side to side, she smiled sadly at him, “I don’t play games like that anymore Peter. I grew up and have other things I have to do now.”

“But….” He stammered, looking at her. “That isn’t fair! You’re supposed to be with me.” Stomping his foot, he glared at her then flew back out the window before she could respond.

Sighing softly, she looked down at the floor. She knew this had to happen sooner or later but had hoped it would always be later. Deep in her heart she knew he would never understand why she chose to come home and grow up rather than stay in NeverNeverLand with him and the lost boys. Looking out the window along the path he’d taken, she wished he had given her a chance to explain that growing up was the greatest adventure of all. Wiping the tears she hadn’t even noticed, she lay back down and closed her eyes remembering the adventures they had shared until a restless sleep finally claimed her again.

Despite her heavy heart she went on with her life, going back to school and earning her degree. Unlike so many adults, as she matured, she remembered and cherished the adventures she’d shared. But, like everyone else, her life got busier. After college she went to work, writing for a paper, and those adventures from her childhood began to dim. While Peter still had a place deep in her heart it became more distant as the real problems of adulthood took over her thoughts.

Now in her mid twenties, she was known as a brilliant, beautiful, but somewhat distant young woman. While successful in her work, she didn’t build relationships very well. Like most attractive women, men perused her and she dated, accepting some into her bed, but somehow, she found she could never feel satisfied with anyone and gradually, the men stopped asking. She knew there was something missing but couldn’t put a finger on what it was. Some mornings when she woke up her pillow was wet with tears but she never remembered why she cried.

One day, while doing her grocery shopping, she happened to look up and see a young man loitering by the exit door. There was something familiar about him. A second glance at him made her stop in her tracks. It was Peter! Blinking rapidly and shaking her head, she looked at him again. It was him, no doubt about it! Only he was grown. Standing to one side of the door, so as not to get in anyone’s way, she stared at him. While those boyish good looks were still there he was different. He looked to be about her age, his hair had darkened to a brownish blonde and he had what they called ‘rugged good looks’. Smiling at her, his eyes twinkled brightly, the same look he’d always had when they were going to embark on an adventure. Those buried memories jumped to the top and dodging through the people exiting, she made her way to him, looking at him closely to confirm what she though, she whispered softly, “Is that really you Peter?”

Grinning from ear to ear, he nodded, “It’s me Wendy.”
“ How? What…” she stammered, unable to wrap her mind around the situation and articulate all the questions she had. Finally she gave up questioning and hugging him close she lay her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She felt a lurch in her chest as her world shifted.

Patting her back, he whispered, “Let’s go to my flat, it’s just around the corner. We’ll sit and talk about it. There is a lot to be said.”
Holding his hand as if her life depended in it, she followed him, shopping forgotten.

The flat was like that of any typical young bachelor, a bit messy with scattered masculine themes. Inviting her to sit on the sofa, he went into the kitchen and rummaged around to get them each a glass of wine. After handing one to her, he sat cross-legged on the coffee table in front of her, smiling. “This isn’t going to be easy to explain but let me see if I can try…. The last time I left you I was angry, but probably not for the reasons you think. What made me angry was that I was having feelings I couldn’t understand and couldn’t deal with. When I got back I couldn’t stop thinking of you and how you had changed, how beautiful you had become. It no longer seemed like you had abandoned me, I started to see that you had moved beyond me. While I went back to what I had always done it wasn’t the same for me. It was like my heart was no longer in it and part of me longed to come back to you so that I could understand what it was that I was feeling but I knew I couldn’t come back to you the way I was. Over the months that followed I finally realized that I wanted what you had, I wanted to grow up and learn about the things that adults do. I think a part of me grew up the night I flew out your window for that last time. While I had the opportunity to be a boy forever it wasn’t what I wanted anymore. It took me a year to accept that and to figure out what to do.

“I left NeverNeverLand in the middle of the night because I didn’t want to say goodbye to anyone or explain what I was going to do then I made my way to London. The first few years weren’t easy and I had to go through a lot of difficulties because I was considered an ‘orphan’ but I managed to go to school and get good grades. Every so often I would go back ‘home’ but it wasn’t the same, I wasn’t satisfied there anymore. While I’d always thought that growing up wouldn’t be fun because you had to stop playing, I realized playing wasn’t everything and there could be plenty of fun to be had as an adult!” Grinning roguishly at her he winked.

Covering her mouth with one hand, she suppressed a giggle at what she was sure he was talking about.

After a wiggle of his eyebrow he went on, “The whole time all I could think about was you. Several times I watched you from a distance, almost talking to you, but I wanted to make something of myself before I contacted you again. So I went on to college and got a degree in creative writing. While I’m not world famous or anything I do OK now; writing can be a lot like playing. I found out a lot since I came to London but the biggest discovery was that you don’t have to stop having adventures as you get older, they just change and in some ways they are better.” Setting down his glass, he slipped off the coffee table and knelt before her taking her hand in his. He looked up into her eyes, with the most serious look on his face she’d ever seen, “Wendy, I love you. I have loved you for as long as I can remember and I don’t think I can live without you.” He said softly, his eyes never leaving hers.

Tears of joy suddenly pouring from her eyes, she smiled at him and whispered huskily, “I love you too Peter. I always have.”
Leaning up, he kissed her tenderly for the first time. Not a childish kiss between friends, not a kiss hello or goodbye, but an adult kiss, one full of passion and need. Pulling her hands out of his, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closely to her. As the kiss deepened, she could feel her heart hammering in her chest and her body flush with emotion she’d never felt before.

Kissing the tears from her cheeks, he stood up and without a word, held out his hand to her. Like her, his eyes sparked with lust and want and maybe a tear, his cheeks were flushed and his breath was fast. Taking his hand, she stood and followed him to the bedroom. It was neat and clean and there was a vase of flowers on the table beside the bed; a very inviting room. He pulled her back into a passionate embrace and his mouth found hers once more, devouring it lustily. She responded in kind finding kissing Peter the most natural thing in the world. Slowly, as their kiss deepened and became more passionate, he started to undress her, his hands and lips worshiping her creamy skin as it was exposed. After getting all her clothes off, he stepped back and with shaking hands began removing his own before she stepped forward and all but ripped them off him, grinning the whole time. Her breath quickened and she could feel moisture pouring out between her legs just from looking at her soon to be lover.

Taking her hands in his, he gently guided her onto the bed and eased himself on top of her, between her spread legs. She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. Devouring her mouth, he started rubbing his now rock hard, throbbing cock up and down her steaming slit, feeling her heat tease it and her wetness coat it. For so many years he had dreamed of this, wanting, no needing her so badly, and now it was finally happening. Realistically, he knew this wasn’t going to be the long passionate lovemaking people always fantasized about when they thought of someone they longed for. He knew there would be time for that later. Now was the time for consummation of a love that had taken root so many years ago that the start was lost in their childhood. While his mouth locked on hers and their tongues played with eachothers, he arched off her a bit and holding his throbbing cock firmly against her slightly parted, slick lips, he eased himself into her slowly yet with a firm pressure.

Moaning loudly, she pushed onto him as he slid deep into her. Her quivering, body broke out in a slick sweat and putting a hand on the back of his head, she kissed him more deeply and passionately, her tongue dancing with his. Her other hand moved to his ass to hold him deeply inside her. She knew that this was what she’d been waiting, longing for, her whole life.

Fully inside her he shifted around a bit to get into more of a comfortable position then began to slide in and out with short, firm strokes. Never breaking their kiss, his thrusts grew almost animalistically faster and harder as his level of passion rose. He moved one hand to touch her teacup-sized breasts, feeling her hard nipples pushing against his palm. Then slowly, as if on its own, his hand eased down her slightly concave stomach finding the downy hair above her pussy. Probing further, his finger found her clit. Feeling it throb beneath his fingertip, he slowly started to rub it, taking clues from her body language on how she liked it. Moving a little farther yet, his fingers found their joined bodies and he knew this was right. This was the way it had always been meant to be. With each thrust into her he could feel his orgasm building. As long and as much as he had wanted her he knew it was going to be powerful, but he held onto to it the best he could, waiting for her and returning his fingers to her hard little button.

Wiggling under him, she moaned and whimpered. Sparks seemed to race throughout her body and the familiar tightness in her lower belly built, indicating that an orgasm was imminent. This time it was different though. She knew now, that while she’d thought she’d made love before, those feelings were only a faint shadow compared to this time. This was her Peter, this was her man, this was the one that made her complete. The delicious friction his cock was causing against her walls made her pussy drip with juices and tingle with anticipation. Clutching him tightly, the tips of her fingers digging into his shoulders, and her legs wrapping around his ass she thrust her hips upwards to meet his strokes. Over and over she moaned his name as she kissed him.

Panting heavily, his whole body was drenched with sweat. Lying fully on her his hips thrust wildly, almost roughly, as his cock was clasped by her dripping glove. Suddenly, her fingernails dug deeply into his shoulders, she slammed upwards onto his cock and her pussy clutched him more tightly than ever. With a loud scream that seemed to echo off the walls, she came, hard. As her contractions began squeezing his cock he couldn’t hold it any more and with a shout he shot his essence into her. It seemed to continue forever, her impossibly hot pussy milking his rod of all it could offer and pleading for more; his rock hard cock seeming to pump his entire insides into her body then try to continue when there was nothing left. Finally he collapsed onto her and just held her moaning her name as he tried to catch his breath.

Afterwards, they lay curled up holding each other. It was as if now that they were together again they never wanted to let go. And they didn’t, some part of their bodies stayed in contact with the other until after a short nap they made love again. This time it lasted longer, the initial urgency was sated and they could slowly and passionately find the ways to take each other to heights they’d never imagined possible.

There was no question that they would move in together and become a couple. They couldn’t bear being apart for more than a few hours at a time. She encouraged him to write a fictionalized version of his many adventures and within months of publication they had a hit on their hands. They bought back her family home from the couple her parent had sold it to and while they now called the master bedroom their own, they frequently spent nights making love in a smaller bed in her old room holding each other there in the afterglow as they gazed out through that special window at the sky full of stars.

Once established, Peter returned to NeverNeverLand several times to guide the rest of the lost boys on their path toward maturity. Wendy patiently waited for him to return knowing that he had an anchor so secure he would always find his way back.

Glancing up from her knitting she saw a familiar shape gliding towards the window. Smiling, opened the window, the cool winter air filling the room. He gracefully landed in front of her, pulling her into a hug and a tender kiss. After a while, he pulled his head back, winked at her, and gave that boyish smile she so loved, “So Wendy,” he asked in a teasing voice, “want to go have an adventure?”

This is for WoodWiz who likes a good romance. <Winks>