Hindsight

It is very hard to understand what happened and why; however, it did and the consequences that followed were devastating. The long-term impact can't be measured with any yardstick known to exist. The impact had to play itself out and only hindsight could be 20/20.

Red light runners are a bane to cautious drivers everywhere. In this city, they are more the norm than the exception. There are more rear-end accidents in left turn lanes here than in most other cities. Stopping when a turn arrow changes to red is a safety concern because some idiot behind had no plans to stop. Car insurance rates are astronomical here.

A couple weeks ago, my wife was headed to work and crossed into an intersection on the green light but some asshole in a BMW decided he had more right away against the red than my wife with the green. They charged him with manslaughter and fourth offense DUI. I decided to go to civil court and fight for every cent I could soak out of him and his insurance company. Son of a bitch killed my wife and his only excuse was he was running late to meet his wife. Now, he has plenty of time doing nine to 25 in the state prison. He can meet his wife on visitation days. Fuck him!

The civil case dragged on for 18 months even though witnesses provided all the evidence needed to prove him at fault; his lawyers and his insurance lawyers dragged their feet balking at every claim. Long story short, they didn't win and the loss was worth 17 million to me. 

All I had to do was try to start my life over again and in my 60s that isn't as easy as it sounds. I moved away from the area after selling everything at bargain basement prices, moved to a more rural town, and set up housekeeping.

**********

A heavily wooded area abutted my new property and the woods met a state park and wildlife preserve not far away. I took up nature walking, photography, and sold some prints as a freelancer. One of my pics became the cover photo for a regional parks magazine.

On one such walk, I encountered another hiker in the woods. From the distance it was not easy to distinguish whether the person was man or woman, it was the cool of the autumn and heavier jackets and coats covered most distinguishing features. We were walking toward each other with our gaze on the forest. Our cameras were at the ready for that perfect shot; we were not paying attention to the other as much as on the natural scenes unfolding.

When we were about 200 feet from one another, a shot came into view and our instincts took over, we went for the shot. I had brush blocking a clear shot; I tried to side step for a better view just as two deer popped up their heads in alert. It was all camera shutters and shot taking for a brief second or two.

The person called out, "Did you get it?"

"Not sure," I yelled back, "too much brush for a clear shot. You?"

The female voice replied, "I think so, won't know until I download onto my computer."

That broke the ice and we continued to walk toward each other. We extended hands and introduced ourselves. She gave her name as Mary, "Hi Mary, I am Ray. I live near here and walk these woods often."

We both noticed our camera were similar DSLR cameras. "Let me see the shot you got Mary." She held up her camera screen and let me look at the series of six pics she got. "These are good! Not lucky shots, as far as I can see. These are practiced shots."

"Well, some practice but there is always luck involved." Mary smiled proudly as I complemented her pictures. "Turn about is fair play, see yours?"

I returned the favor letting her see my shots. "Wow, check out this framing through the brush and branches. I'd like to see these on a big screen."

We talked for several minutes about our photography hobbies and favorite places to hunt for shots. We were getting comfortable with one another so I took a chance. "Mary, I live just about a mile back this way," I pointed. "This may be a little forward, but I'd be glad to let you see these on my monitor. You can pop your's up too."

"Would the offer include a hot cup of tea and a warm hearth?" Her affirmative answer made me feel good like I haven't felt in a long time.

"Cup of tea, warm hearth, and a couple tea cakes as well. Shall we go?"

"Yes, I think we shall." Mary strode along side me as we walked toward my house at the edge of the woods.

I'm not good at guessing age, yet I presumed Mary about 33 to 35 years old. She stood about five feet eight inches tall compared to my 62 years and just over six feet one inch. We chatted about nature pictures and how much fun it is to get "that perfect shot."

Suddenly, Mary came to a halt. "Ray. Are you Ray Mattissen the freelancer whose photos are published in the regional parks magazine?"

"Well, just a couple."

Mary's excitement boiled over. "Of all the people to meet on the trail, the guy whose photos I try to replicate. Now I'm having tea with him."

We walked at a brisker pace and the distance seemed to half itself with company at my side. "Let me get the door open." I held it open for her and bade her to go in. It is warm in here so take off that jacket and have a seat. I'll get water on to boil. Have you ever had King Cole tea? It is from Canada, the only tea my mother ever drank."

"If you tell me you are from New Brunswick, I'll scream."

"Save the scream. No I was raised in Iowa but my mother was from NB and I still have relatives there. Are you from New Brunswick?"

"Little town of Bath..." 

In interrupted, "Right on the banks of the St. John river. Mary, what is your last name?"

"You know Bath? My last name is Brennan." Wonder and astonishment crossed her face as she realized we had an unexpected connection.

"Mother's name Rose?"

"No, Rose is my aunt. How do you know Rose?" The realization that we were related streaked across her face.

"We will have to do the math later. Rose and her husband live in Rose's family home of my aunt and uncle Rita and John. We are first cousins making you a cousin somewhere along the line."

I began noticing how attractive Mary was even in her warm fall sweater and thick pants to ward off nettles. I wondered how attractive she was in a dinner dress.

"An Allison descendant. We aren't not that closely related then, the Brennan connection is somewhat recent for me." Mary's surprise didn't fade as she strode into the kitchen hearing the teakettle begin its whistle.

"What brings you so far south and west, Mary? I wonder, is it fate?" I warmed the teapot, through out the warming water and replaced it with a tea bag and fresh hot water. As the tea steeped, I retrieved the teacakes and set a plate. "The first cup of tea I drank was in Rita's kitchen behind the old general store."

Mary settled into a chair at the kitchen table and began sipping her tea; a sad look crossed her face. "I'm escaping from a not good marriage. He seemed to think punishment is the best way to get results. I finally called the cops on him after the last punishment."

"That's sad Mary. If you don't mind me saying so, I think you are an attractive person." The complement worked, Mary's face brightened.

"Attractive, even in my fall hiking clothes? Get your eyes checked Ray." 

"Well, there is an attractive woman in there somewhere and I bet she wants out." I didn't pursue that line any further.

"It's been a long time since she appeared, and, yes, she does want to come out."

"After our tea, I'll drive you to your motel. Then, if you are willing, you can prepare yourself for an evening out. There aren't too many nightspots in a small town but there are a couple good restaurants just about 15 minutes away. Better than something to go from the gas station."

"I don't have a little black dress but I do clean up nice. I'm in the Way West motel. Tell me about the restaurants near by." 

The smile held on her face while I told her about the places in mind and what their fare is. "Call it," I said.

Mary chose the seafood and I called in. "We're set. How about more tea?"

Mary turned down a second cup, "If you don't mind, I would like to use the toilet."

We got in the car and drove off to Mary's motel and she slipped out with her smile still affixed. "Mary, I'll pick you up at 6:30 for dinner at seven. I am very pleased to meet you and really overwhelmed that you accepted my invitation."

"You're overwhelmed? I'm ecstatic to meet one of my favorite photographers and, well, can't believe how we are connected. The world is really a strange place."

"Six-thirty, Mary. See you then." I watched as she went to her room then I drove off.

**********

Since Mary was traveling, I presumed she wouldn't have many formal clothes. I made the decision to wear tan dress slacks, an open collar shirt, and wear my blue blazer. I hoped the choice was right.

I arrived at the motel at 6:30, must be punctual. I knocked on the room door and waited for Mary to answer. The woman who opened the door was not the same Mary.

"You said you clean up nice. Why did you lie? You look astonishing." Mary wasn't wearing a little black dress; however, she wore a blue skirt and beige blouse. She had a comfortable wrap ready to put on.

Mary gave me a little spin and her skirt flared out. I couldn't help but look at her legs as she spun. She didn't display more than a bit of leg but it was enough. 

"You aren't so bad yourself. Almost like we planned to coordinate. Ray, how come you don't have a woman in your life?"

"Unless I'm way off, you are a woman." I avoided the answer until Mary persisted. "She was killed in a car accident years ago."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." 

"Legitimate question, and not really a pry. We are both partner-less except for tonight. Let's get after whatever the night offers." I picked up her wrap and held it for her slip into. We stepped out into the fall darkness and the drive to our dinner spot.

In the car, Mary settled into her seat and smoothed her skirt over her legs. I was not immune from looking as she took her seat; I saw a little more glimpse of leg. Was she giving me a little flirt with that display? She pulled her seat belt across her lap and the shoulder belt helped emphasize her breasts. I smiled as we drove off.

"Why the big smile, Ray? Are you enamored?" Mary appeared to choose her words carefully and I tried to be equally careful.

"If you mean that I am experiencing a strong interest, then yes, I am. To find an interesting person with the same interests in nature photography who is also an attractive woman and even a distant relative makes enamored the right word."

"Ray, I haven't missed that you also seem smitten by the package your description of me comes in." Mary made a slight adjustment to her seat belt.

"You had my interest on the trail in your bulky hiking clothes. I'm sorry, yes, the package you come in is pleasant to gaze upon." Hopefully, I wasn't being too honest yet what I said was true from my perspective.

"No apology needed. I feel like a woman tonight and your gaze helps me affirm myself." 

It was as though Mary was a new blossom opening after a bad ordeal in a bad marriage. I had no thoughts of anything other than helping her bloom a bit more. Of course I thought about sex, I'm still alive and well. Yet, we are related, not closely, and, if my presumption was correct, sex might push things. Or, was the sensible older man coming out of me?

"For the next couple miles, I'll keep the gaze on the road." Mary eased her hand across the center console and touched my arm. The feel of her fingers, even through the barrier of my blazer, sent a shock through me and she must have felt it.

The coy conversation suddenly evolved into outright sensuality when Mary asked, "Was that a shiver of surprise or excitement, Ray?"

I glanced across at her, her hand still touching my arm. "Unexpected surprise followed immediately by excitement. I am only human you know."

"Ray, I am human, too."

Arriving at our restaurant, I opened Mary's door to help her alight from the car. As she spun to exit, her hand stretched out to mine and much more leg, and thigh, and hip greeted me. I took her hand as she set foot on the ground; I didn't release her hand as we walked to the door.

"Yes, Mary enamored."

**********

Dinner was North Atlantic Salmon, fresh, pink, and juicy. A couple autograph seekers interrupted us. The owner tried to keep them away, yet it didn't bother us. I made a couple introductions on Mary to friends.

"This is Mary Brennan from Canada, New Brunswick exactly. Her photography is very good and I bet she'll have a cover photo before long. She got a shot today that makes me jealous."

This rural area is not known for exciting nightspots and it seemed the evening might conclude early. Mary suggested I stop at her motel briefly.

"Just wait in the car, Ray."

Mary was only a few seconds in her room coming back out with her cameras and a small tote.

"We can finish the evening sitting around your wood stove, stoke up the fire, and share some photo ideas." Now she leaned across the console planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. "And, I am in no rush to get back to the motel."

There was no innuendo in what Mary said and no missed meaning on my part. I had plenty of wood for the stove; I wondered if I had enough wood for her completely unveiled desire.

"Mary, just so you know, I've been alone for a long time." I left it up to her to interrupt my meaning and smiled a happy smile at the prospect.

Mary rested her arm on mine just as before dinner, "You won't be alone tonight."

As the crow flies, my place is a short distance from the motel; unfortunately, I have to drive the car on the streets. Yet, the distance was memorably short knowing that my night would be much more memorable.

With the car parked and Mary safely deposited in the living room, I stoked the fire and put a couple logs on. After, I filled an old steel basin with water and placed it on the stovetop. "Helps keep the humidity higher and more comfortable."

We did huddle around the stove and actually did look at pictures. When we came to the shots Mary took at our meeting, I realized she had pictures worthy of publication. After some debate, I convinced her to send a couple pics to an evaluator who would promote them if he felt they were good.

The night was closing in, later than I usually stay up, yet I had no desire to rest or sleep. Our conversation flowed as though we were old friends catching up on our lives. 

I felt Mary move closer and I slid closer as well. Sparks flew when our hands touched. As if my long dormant instincts took over, we locked in an embrace and passionate kiss. Mary's body molded to mine and we sighed together.

"Ray, you have all night to stop that," Mary smiled.

I lied back and drew Mary close, we turned on our sides facing the other, and wrapped ourselves in our arms. Passion grew as we kissed and hugged. Our hands roamed without care touching the other intimately. My fingers began working the buttons of Mary's blouse and I felt her hands touching my rapidly hardening cock.

Holding passion at bay was not easy; however, we restrained. The slow removal of clothing made our lust grow. Mary had nicely formed breasts that must have been large A-cup or small B-cup. Even in her thirties, her breasts stood proudly on her chest, her nipples were already stiffened little tips. My first touch of her naked breast made us both sigh and begin another round of kissing and touching. 

My shirt and T-shirt came next and our upper bodies touched. So many years without a woman's touch dissolved into mere memory as a woman touched me and me touching she. My slacks and Mary's skirt lasted only a few more minutes before they met in a heap on the floor.

Now we were lace panty and cotton brief away from naked intimate touching. We knew the time had come for the full exposure. Mary conducted a sexy twist of the hip and her lace panty was off. She dragged my briefs from me and stared as intently is stared at her.

"God! You are lovely, Mary." She blushed shyly for a moment until twisting her body to take me in her mouth.

She paused for a moment to speak, "Ray, its okay if you cum quickly." She then went back to sucking me deeply.

I wanted to taste her but she was not in position so I chose to massage her pussy with my fingers. She got the hint and slipped her legs over my shoulders and lowered her hips to my face. Ah, sweet nectar.

"Oh, god, Mary! I'm cumming!" She didn't lift her head; she drank me as I continued to lap at her pussy. I felt badly for cumming quickly and was determined to get Mary off. 

We repositioned with Mary lying and me enjoying the view. My head sunk to her womanly juncture and my tongue licked at her tiny love bud. Cautiously, I probed her tiny opening with a finger and she did not resist. I began using my finger to press against her g-spot and she rewarded me with a loud scream and a wet orgasm.

We were both spent from orgasm and recovering when Mary laid her body atop mine and our kissing and petting resumed. I began to respond although not ready to penetrate her.

Mary sensed it too as her hips started to press into me. I felt her wetness as she rubbed and felt me becoming stiffer. To my astonishment, I was ready for more activity receiving the award of her pussy sinking onto my cock.

Mary whimpered as she accepted me into her. "Thank you, Ray. I feel like a woman." A tear rolled down her cheek and she impaled herself completely.

"You are a woman, Mary. You are a wonderful sexy woman. Let yourself go and enjoy." Mary sat up with me deeply inside her and she let go. Her body bounced on me first at a slow pace but built up to a rapid pace as she approached another orgasm. 

I felt her vaginal walls squeeze and release me several times then she let out a cry of pure bliss as she had another cum. I was next right after her. We snuggled tightly and went to sleep next to the fire.

Morning broke with Mary by my side. The fire was stoked and warm, the house comfortable and quiet. I was stiff from sleeping on the floor and stiff where I hadn't been stiff in the morning for years.

Mary noticed me waking and snuggled closely. "The water for humidity is hot. Would you like me to wash the stiffness out of your muscles?"

I smiled at her and nodded my agreement. Mary began a slow sensual massage with a towel rung to damp dry and hot from the water on the stove. It was refreshing and sexual at the same time. She dipped the towel and rung it out several times. In the end she paid careful attention to my crotch making me both warm and clean. I guessed she had already taken care of herself.

My sighs and moans as sore muscles began responding to her attention was the best feeling I have ever had. "Mary, I want to make love with you again."

"I hoped you'd say that. I've lied with you waiting for you to wake."

I stretched out my arms to draw her into my embrace. Her body was soft, smooth, and sensuous to touch. She was eye candy that I could devour all day. "Mary, how long are you planning to stay before going back to Canada?"

Mary straddled my hips just as she had last night. She lined my cock at her moist opening and began settling down on me. Her expression changed as the lovemaking began. She was intent and intense in her need. She panted her answer, "How long do you want me to stay?"

We touched, stroked, and teased the others' bodies as we drove on to another crescendo. Mary began making hard thrusts against me, wanton thrusts of need for harder sex. I pushed up with my hips on her down stroke and she moaned loudly.

"Take me, Ray! Oh god, I haven't felt this alive for a long time." I wanted to change position but Mary was close to her cum, I rode it out with her.

When she calmed from her orgasm, I suggested she sit on the couch and let me make love to her there. Mary struggled to her feet only to collapse on the couch. She leaned back with her cute butt on the edge of the cushions her pussy open and waiting. I knelt between her legs, buried my face between her thighs, and licked her clean of her cum.

She was close to another orgasm when I plugged her hard. She screamed out in a mix of surprise and desire that drove her beyond the point of no return. Her orgasm came hard; she gripped me with her vaginal muscles and wrapped her arms and legs around me making one body.

"Cum in me, Ray! Finish me!" I did finish her and finish me. We lay together still joined as my cock shrunk and came dislodged from her. We were peacefully content.

"Mary, when is check out time at the motel?" 

"When is check in time here?" Mary possessed a smile that was infectious and I caught her virus.

"You already checked in and I'd like to have breakfast with you."

A coy shy smile broke across her face as she replied, "I think you already ate your breakfast."

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Cinematic Experience

The following story is a complete work of fiction. All characters and concepts are fiction and any similarity to anyone or anything is strictly accidental. That being said, I really like how this short came out and hope you enjoy it. A bit different than my last story, but then, its good to mix things up a bit. Feedback is always welcome. 

Joe and Devon waited in line for their turn at the ticket kiosk. The roommates had gone to the movie on a bit of a lark honestly.

Nothing particularly good was playing, but as Devon had pointed out, going to the movies still beat the hell out of staying home studying. Joe couldn't really argue with that, especially having been so recently dumped by his girlfriend. Joe was a bit of a shy guy, not bad looking really but not what you'd call handsome either. He had nice eyes and beautiful lips, or so he'd been told, but not the kind of guy that picked up well at the clubs - definitely not in Devon's league by any means. African American, Devon had the look. Girls seemed to flock to him and in the time Joe had known him, Devon had never been short for a date for Friday night. But this was Tuesday night, cheap night at the movies, and Devon, probably tired of seeing his friend moping around the apartment, had suggested they get out. 

"And who knows," Devon had added. "You might find someone to replace 'what's-her-name'."

Joe had just shaken his head. Devon knew exactly what her name was, just like he knew that the chance of him picking someone up at the theatre was slim to none. Still he appreciated the thought and as they stood, waiting their turn, they chatted amiably. 

"Hey," Devon announced suddenly, talking to a pair of ladies ahead of them. "Don't you to go to State?"

The two ladies, who only looked sort of familiar to Joe turned towards Devon, the blonde on the right flashing a smile at Joe as she answered Devon.

"Nice pick-up line," she replied. "Given State is the only real option, I'd say that was a safe bet."

The brunette beside her rolled her eyes. 

"Come on Gwen," the brunette added. "Please tell me we aren't wasting our time with these two."

"Ouch," answered Devon. "That was harsh. Joe wasn't that harsh?"

Joe raised his hands up in defense. 

"Oh no," he commented. "Don't even think of dragging me into this. This is all you buddy. I came to see a movie... a bad one, but a movie all the same."

The blonde who had replied to Devon laughed while the brunette responded to Devon.

"See, even your wingman's bailing on you," she pointed out with a slight smile and a glint in her eyes. Joe saw the look and realized that she was playing. She was interested, but wasn't about to make it easy. Devon caught the look as well and a small predatory smile crossed his mouth as he focused on the pretty, little brunette. 

"Well, you and I have now ceased to exist," Gwen commented with an eye roll as her friend continued her verbal sparring match / foreplay with Devon. 

"I think you're right," Joe agreed. "I'm Joe by the way, my friend there is Devon."

"Gwen," she replied in kind and accepted his proffered hand. "And Cathy," she waved vaguely in the brunette's direction. 

Over the course of the next ten minutes or so, Joe and Gwen chatted amiably. Devon had been right the ladies did go to State though both were in their first year at the College. Though, as Gwen had so succinctly pointed out, pretty much all the young adults their age went to State – it was the only real education option after high school. 

More interesting to Joe was that they seemed to share an interest in sci-fi and comics. Joe was used to being ridiculed for his 'lame' interest, as Devon had so harshly put it, and even his last girlfriend had just sort of looked sadly at him whenever he'd spoken about it. Gwen on the other hand, seemed to be as big a geek as he was and time seemed to fly by as they chattered. 

There turn finally came at the kiosk and Cathy and Devon turned to them and announced. 

"We're going to see 'Blood Through the Moon' okay?" 

"NO!" replied Gwen and Joe at the same time. It had come up earlier that neither of the two enjoyed horror movies and 'Blood Through the Moon' looked particularly messy. 

Cathy immediately went into pout mode and Devon gave Joe that look that said "Please man, help me out here."

"How about this," Joe suggested. "Why don't you guys go see 'Blood whatever' and Gwen and I can go see something else."

"Are you sure, man?" asked Devon, while the look on his face clearly thanked him. 

"Yeah," added Cathy. "We're supposed to be going to a movie together Gwen. I don't want to just bail on you."

"Go have fun Cat," Gwen assured her. "Joe and I will find something less messy to watch."

"Okay," Cathy and Devon replied together and turned to buy their tickets. 

It would have been too much to hope that a superhero movie would be playing, but Gwen and Joe managed to find something that at least held some interest, and wasn't likely to make either of them to feel sick. Joe let Gwen pick the seats while he picked up some snacks for them to share. He was pleasantly surprised to find that like him, Gwen preferred the front of the theatre. 

"I hope you don't mind," she explained when she saw him. "I figure the whole point to going to the theatre is to have a sensory overload experience. I like the movie to fill my vision."

"And three to four rows back from the front the screen does that," he continued for her. "Any closer and you have to turn your head to see what's happening, any farther back and..."

"You might as well be watching TV," she finished with a smile. "Exactly."

The pair chatted until the lights began to dim for the feature and then settled down to watch. 

Within the first ten minutes, Joe realized the movie was going to be a dud. The characters were weak and the plot would have to improve significantly if it was going to have any chance of capturing his attention. 

Well, he thought to himself with a look towards Gwen, at least he was in good company. And he realized as he inhaled, she smelled absolutely wonderful. Joe turned back to face the movie and settled back, a wide smile on his face. 

Another fifteen minutes in, the movie still not getting any better, Joe noticed Gwen squirming a bit uncomfortably in her seat. She pulled her jacket from the empty seat beside her and laid it over her lap. 

Cold, he guessed. The back of Gwen's hand brushed up against the side of his thigh as she shifted and even as Joe dismissed the contact as accidental, he could swear that shivers ran through his flesh. 

Gwen's hand brushed against his leg again, caressing up and back against the cotton of his jeans. Joe blinked in surprise, reflexively looking toward the teasing appendage before looking back to the screen. 

Okay Joe, he thought to himself. That is happening. 

For a moment, Joe felt like a forest animal caught in the beam of bright lights. He was frozen, unsure how to respond this very welcome attention. Gwen's hand moved back down his leg then pulled back to her own lap. 

Ugh, idiot, he chastised himself! You're blowing it. 

Reaching out, butterflies in his stomach, he gently brushed the back of his fingers across Gwen's thigh before moving his hand away. Gwen shifted in her seat and confusion surged in Joe's mind. Was she moving away? Had he misread the situation? Argh! Why was it always so hard?

Warm fingers teased lightly along his arm tracing down to his palm. The touch was light enough to be exquisite torture, walking that line between tickle and caress. As Gwen's fingers touched his palm, his own closed gently to reach hers. Pulling hers free she caressed down the backs of his, lightly capturing him. And so began the softest, gentlest game of capture that Joe had ever experienced. As the game went on he caught Gwen looking at him from the corner of his eye. She replied with a small smile that made his pulse race. 

Gwen lightly captured his fingers and pulled his hand towards her. She gently placed his palm on her thigh before releasing him and caressing up his forearm. Joe might be slow sometimes, he admitted that freely, but this was a signal he couldn't confuse. Kneading with his fingers, he savoured the feel of her thigh muscle through her denim skirt. Caressing her leg with firm strokes he moved up and down her leg. 

While he massaged, Gwen moved her own hand to his thigh and was mirroring his motions. Her fingers pressed firmly against his leg, then everyone once in a while she switched to her nails, raking those fine edges deep into the fabric of his pants. Joe's breath caught whenever she did this. 

Growing bolder, he let his hand slide down to the hem of her skirt, his fingers warm on the bare flesh he found just past the fabric's edge. Gwen shivered at the touch. 

When her hand left his thigh, Joe thought he'd gone too far – crossed the line, so to speak. As Gwen pulled her jacket over his hand, he realized he'd worried for nothing. She wasn't moving him, he realized, she was ensuring their privacy – no point in attracting an audience. He pulled his own jacket across his lap as her hand returned to his thigh. 

With growing confidence, he moved his hand back, his fingers trailing up the bare flesh of her thigh as he pulled the hem of her skirt higher and higher. She replied by running her hand high up his leg, the back of her hand brushing lightly against his testicles. Even through his jeans, he shivered. 

Her skirt high on her thigh now, Joe caressed inwards. Her flesh was warm and smooth as his fingers massaged her inner thigh. She shifted, opening her legs slightly. Reflexive or intentional, he wondered but soon stopped caring as the back of his pinky brushed up against moist lace. He could swear that a small moan escaped Gwen's lips, though it was lost in the soundtrack of the movie playing on the screen.

What there was no denying was Gwen's immediate response. Her hand moved over his groin, briefly cupping him before stroking his stiffening member. Emboldened, Joe caressed back and forth with his pinky, teasing it across the fabric of Gwen's panties. The lacey fabric grew wetter and wetter as he slowly began to increase the pressure of his touch. Gwen meanwhile had moved her hand to the waist of his jeans and was currently make short work of his belt. Joe smiled, his belt opened and he realized she had very dexterous fingers. She moved to the button on his jeans next, it didn't slow her down and soon she'd pulled his hardened shaft free from the confining fabrics.

Parting her legs further, Gwen allowed him greater access and Joe responded. His fingers moved to cup her vagina before slipping her panties aside and sliding between the lips of her labia. She was soaked, her lips slick with her arousal. Joe's fingers slid along the soft skin easily, spreading her lips before delving into her slit. Gwen's eyes closed in pleasure, her head tilted to the side and she bit at her own lip gently. He was sure she was purring. Joe had never seen anything so erotic in his life, his penis spasmed in excitement, slapping against her exploring hand in the process. Gwen smiled, her eyes opening to gaze at Joe as she closed her hand around his cock. 

Joe returned her smile even as he allowed two fingers to dive deeply into her wet slit. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and there was no denying the moan this time. Joe had a moment to pray that no one had heard, before realizing that he didn't care. He slid his fingers back between the folds of her inner labia as he searched for her rising nub. The sailor in her boat was awake and excited as Joe played his fingers lightly across the surface. Small circles around her clitoris quickened her breathing. She wriggled and writhed under his touch, while fluid seeped from her vagina. 

Feeling her movements beside him, feeling her grip tighten on his shaft, Joe knew it was time to take her to the next level. He shifted from circles to a quick side-to-side motion that hit the nub of her clit on its sensitive edges. She almost cried out at the sudden direction and sensation change, but managed to turn her face into his shoulder and bite down, muffling her cry. He continued his assault and she brought her free hand across to grip his arm, holding him in place for fear he'd stop before she reached her climax. She needn't have worried. 

Joe had no intention of stopping, not until she'd climaxed for him. He maintained the pace and pressure against her clit and knew she was close. Just a little more, he thought as he quickened his pace yet again the muscles of his forearm straining under the effort. 

It was enough. Gwen's back arched as her muscles constricted. Her whole body stiffened against him, her fingertips dug into his forearm, the grip on his penis constricted to the fine line between pleasure and pain. She again buried her mouth into his shoulder. The climax hit hard and Joe slowed the motion of his fingers as her body finally began to unlock. 

In the aftermath of her orgasm, every light touch of Joe's fingers across her clit caused a sudden shiver throughout her body. He teased her this way a couple of times before she finally slid her freehand down his forearm and pulled his hand from her sensitive vagina and nestled up against him. 

The movie continued to play as Joe savoured the sensation of having Gwen's form pressed against him, her hand still held his hardened penis, but she seemed to have forgotten about it, lost as she was in her own orgasm. Surprisingly, Joe found he didn't mind. He was already marking this movie down as the best ever, who cared if things were reciprocated. He settled back to watch the rest of the awful film, his hand resting against Gwen's bare thigh. 

Gwen's hand contracted against his penis and his shaft surged against her palm. Gwen was not about to let things go unreciprocated. Slowly at first, she began moving her hand up and down against the hardness of his penis. She used her nails to tease lightly against the underside of his cock, her fingers teasing against the head of his penis. It was Joe's turn to moan and he bit his lip to contain it. 

Her grip tightened, the pressure of her fingers ecstasy against the underside of his cock as she began masturbating him. Harder and faster, she moved her hand along his shaft and Joe felt his balls tightening as he neared the point of no return. Gwen was relentless. She kept up the pressure, pushing him closer and closer to his climax. He writhed against her. His freehand gripped her arm, the fingers against her thigh dug in to her flesh. And still she kept going. Harder. Faster. Harder!

He came with a sigh of ecstasy, his cum exploding from the head of his cock as she continued to jerk his shaft. Each pump, shot out more and more cum as his balls slowly emptied. It seemed to take ages, but finally Joe was spent. His body slumped in exhaustion and he gently pulled her hand from his cock, finding even the lightest of her touches were almost painful to his super-sensitive member. 

She favoured him with a smile before reaching for the serviettes to help him clean up. 

The movie was winding down as they finished, the final moments as the credits began to roll offering enough darkness to allow them both to fix their disheveled clothes. 

"Only one thing missing," Gwen commented as they prepared to leave and Joe raised an brow in curiousity. "This," she announced as she reached for Joe and pulled him to her. 

There lips touched, lightly at first, then parted as urgency overwhelmed both of them. Hard and passionate, their tongues teasing and playing with each other's, they kissed. All the excitement and passion of the last two hours flooded back into them as they savoured the taste of the other. When they finally broke, they were both breathless. Staring into each other's eyes, Joe leaned in and gave a lighter kiss to her lips. 

"I suppose we should go find Devon and Cindy," he said softly as they broke from their kiss. 

"Cathy," Gwen corrected with a laugh before taking his hand and leading him out of the theatre. "I wonder how their movie was?" she pondered aloud. 

Joe laughed. "It couldn't have been better than ours."

The End....

... more to come?

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The Experience Machine

Mariel Desjardins adjusted the strap of her book bag once again as she walked across campus, her books and lecture notes heavier than usual, the thin leather strap digging in to her shoulder enough to hurt. The late autumn air was unusually heavy with moisture, and she noted with pursed lips and a wrinkled brow that fat snowflakes were already drifting down in the blue evening light. It would be, she said to herself, a long night after all, and now she regretted putting the navy kidskin pumps with the five inch heels... 

Yes, she disliked these night classes, these "Continuing Ed" courses,

but as most of these students were adults they were at least well motivated, and as she was teaching an Intro to BioMedical Ethics class this term, most of this class was made up of nursing students, though there were a few pre-Med undergrad types thrown into the mix for fun. Still, after a full day teaching at the medical school, and ethics consults at the hospital coming out of the blue from time to time, these night classes made for a heavy load and were taking a toll. But with ongoing budget cuts and an ever shrinking endowment, this was, it seemed, her lot in life...

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Coming Home

The first step off the airplane was a doozy. Not because it was steep, or because it had been a twelve hour flight. No. It was because of the enormity of what he had left behind. 

It had been nine months since he had set foot in American soil. It had been nearly 13 years since the war in Afghanistan had begun and now here they were, the last combat unit to be pulled out from Afghanistan, setting foot on the tarmac. 

As he stepped down from the plane, shouldering his seabag with one hand, he looked up at the sky. It was done. He was home. He had survived five combat tours. Two of them in Afghanistan. He'd served twelve whole years in the Marine Corps. Now, in three weeks time, his enlistment was ending. 

A high pitched squeal met his ears and he looked back across the tarmac. A little girl, no more than eight, had spotted her daddy. He smiled and stepped aside, getting out of the way of the Marines behind him as their tear-stained and smiling families streamed towards them. 

Staff Sergeant Samuel F. Zwolinski had no one waiting for him. 

He made his way alone through the terminal and outside once again. A package of Marlboros had somehow found its way into his hands from one of his myriad pockets. He flopped down onto a bench, dropped his bag at his feet, and flipped his cover from his head, lighting up in almost record time. That first inhale calmed him. The following slow exhale, centered him. It was like some sort Oriental breathing ritual. Finding his center and shaking off the cares of the world. Or something. 

Passersby stopped to thank him for his service and he would stand to shake their hands and fake a smile for them. Really he just wanted to finish his cigarette before the long bus ride back to base. 

More families would be waiting there. Only a few of them ever came out to the airport. He knew the routine. He'd seen it plenty of times. He also knew that his family wouldn't be there. 

His mom hated flying. His dad was trying to run a business. His siblings had their own lives. He'd even stopped telling them when he was due back exactly. Just promised that he'd be home in Idaho sometime in the next month. He'd been serving for over a decade now. This sort of thing was routine by now. 

No. He'd finish his cigarette. Go back to base. Finish his enlistment and then go home and try to put his life back together. 

He took another drag on his cigarette, savoring it for a moment. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back before exhaling upwards, a geyser of smoke. 

"Staff Sergeant Zee?" a familiar voice addressed him and he looked up to see a young Lance Corporal standing at parade rest before him. 

"Relax Tompkins," Sam said, waving the kid off. They were off base, he didn't have to be so uptight. "What is it?"

The Lance Corporal gratefully adopted a more natural posture. "I didn't mean to interrupt you Staff Sergeant," said Tompkins, "But there's this really cute girl and I think she's looking for you." 

Sam sat up a little straighter and knit his brows. What the hell was this kid talking about? No one in his family even knew when he was getting back. 

Tompkins saw the look and gestured over near the terminal. "She's right over there," he said. 

Sam stood up and looked over where Tompkins was gesturing. Sure enough, there was a young woman, holding a piece of cardboard with his name scrawled across it in big letters. She looked somewhat distraught, turning about and trying to make sure everyone possible saw her sign. 

"Thanks Tompkins," said Sam. "I'll take it from here." 

"Of course, Staff Sergeant," said Tompkins nodding before backing away and then sprinting off to catch up with his friends. 

Sam approached her slowly. He had no idea who this girl was. Her back was to him now as she stood and tried to flag down a couple of Marines walking by. They weren't paying attention and her shoulders slumped in defeat.

She wasn't a typical Californian girl. She was blonde, naturally so, and fair skinned. No tan to speak of. She was thin, but healthy. Plenty of curve to her body, especially where it mattered. She was about five foot four-ish. Her breasts were small, B-cups at best, but they complimented the rest of her figure perfectly. And that ass was amazing. Just the right amount of curve to it. 

Yet, she was dressed rather modestly. A pink jacket, zipped up with the sleeves pushed above her elbows. Her jeans weren't too tight, but fit her just right. They weren't low rise either, hitting her hips just perfectly. 

She turned, flashing her sign in his direction. 

Her face was slightly familiar and yet completely unknown, all at the same time. 

She caught sight of him. A smile spread across her lips and she dropped her sign. 

"You're home!" She shouted, drawing the attention of several nearby Marines. She sprinted the last few steps towards him and threw her arms around him. 

Sam looked up. The Marines were looking at him, some had even paused mid-conversation. Since when had Staff Sergeant Zee ever had anyone waiting for him? 

"Um, yes...I am," said Sam doing his best to disentangle himself from her arms. "I uh..." he was lost for words as he pulled her off of him and stepped back slightly. "I'm sorry but, who are you?" 

His men were used to him being calm headed, stoic, and cool under-pressure. Right now his face was red with embarrassment. 

The girl looked at him. She was startled at first. He got the feeling that he should recognize her. She clearly knew him. Her forehead scrunched in frustration and disappointment as she looked up at him. 

That look. 

He knew that look. It reminded him of another young woman. Another blonde haired, green-eyed woman. His ex-wife had looked so much like this girl when they'd first met. 

Their divorce had been amicable. They'd remained friends and her family still supported him. He'd even given her his blessing when she got remarried. 

But this girl. 

This girl had been his pen pal for years now. The gangly little sister of his ex-wife. The nerdy-bookworm of a teenager that had been a bridesmaid in their wedding. She'd written him for years now. She'd even asked him when he was going to be home in her last letter. She was the only one he'd told. He'd completely forgotten about it. In his mind she was still the same wispy little teenager that hadn't gotten her driver's license until she was eighteen. 

This gorgeous young woman in front him was...what? All of twenty-three years old now? She'd become a full on goddess now. 

But if she'd changed this much, then surely he'd changed too. How had she even recognized him? He'd lost a lot of weight since they'd last met. He was balding early but kept his hair buzzed to try and hide it. 

He could see it in her eyes. She was studying him. His face, every little detail. For a brief moment a sadness flashed in her eyes and then was gone. What had she seen?

"Penelope?" he said at last, still slightly dumbfounded. 

Her eyes brightened instantly and a smile spread across her face. 

"No way," he said incredulously. "You're...you're so...I mean..." he struggled to convey his thoughts without putting his foot in his mouth. 

"So what?" she asked, looking up at him with those soul-piercing green eyes.

"Just...Wow!" he blurted out. 

She blushed and looked down. 

"You look pretty good too," she said. "Glad to see you didn't get hurt." She paused and shut her eyes, sighing deeply before speaking again. "I was stupid to come down here. I'm sorry. Just, when you didn't get off the plane right away I was worried something had happened."

Her eyes threatened tears and he panicked, grabbing her tightly in a hug. 

"I'm alright. I just didn't think anyone would be waiting here for me, least of all you. I didn't realize..." his voice trailed off as he remember a line from her last letter. 

See you when you come back! 

She was being literal. Realizing he was still holding her, and that little Zee was threatening to stand at attention and salute her, he pulled back somewhat suddenly, and tried his best to adjust his uniform as he changed the topic. 

"So, how's.. how's school? You're - what, a junior in college now?" He looked around now, realizing with much relief that everyone was back to paying attention to their own messes.

It took her a minute to regain her composure. Coming here, she was a college student, her third year respected among her peers and currently holding a job as night manager at a local hotel. She had her shit together. When she met up with him again, she was back to being that little teenaged girl who had a crush on her big sister's husband. 

She knew, thanks to a class in psychology, that with friends and family you were always treated as the age that the two of you met. In that line of questioning, she'd always think of him as a hunky man who was not right in the head for marrying her sister, and he'd always think of her as just a nerdy confused girl with a cute crush.

That's what psychology said, but his eyes said something else. 

The way his letters had read too, once a week at least, for the past three years. Double when he was deployed. He always treated her as an adult, as her own person. Respected her for her choices, and never mentioned her sister. 

He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, and kept trying to pry them away to see what everyone else was doing. Moving slowly, waiting for the buses. 

"Wait one," he said holding a finger up to her before she could answer, and headed over to the gunnery sergeant in charge of the 'operation.' Quickly ascertaining that he had time for a meaningful conversation he approached her again, all smiles. 

"Sorry. Just making sure we had time to catch up here."

"Oh.. Oh! Well, I have the next few days off, and can afford to skip a couple classes, so I was going to follow you back to base and - uh.." She trailed off. 

He smiled. "That's very sweet of you Penelope. You didn't have to come down here - waste your free time on an old marine -"

She interrupted him rather quickly, "You're only 30." 

He chuckled sadly, "Feels like 82." 

He gestured to a nearby bench and sat down next to her, about a person and a half away from her. "My knees are shoddy, back is killing me, the hand where I was hit with that shrapnel aches any time there is rain, and pretty sure my intestines have turned rebellious on me as well." He sat back and watched her eyes as she took all that information in.

"You're right. You are old," she grinned. 

He playfully poked her in the side. He did treat her like the adult woman she was, but there were some mannerisms that couldn't be helped. He paused and realized it was inappropriate, trying to apologize she stopped him with a very contented smile. 

"I'm actually glad, I was afraid this was going to be awkward. I... I know it has to be for you, to talk to me after you and my sister split ways. And you could've always turned my letters down and just ignored me. But you always wrote back, even during the complaints and long winded rants about math professors being immensely boring or my chemistry teacher being excessively grabby-"

"Remind me to beat him.." he said with a suggestively violent tone.

"It was a her." 

His head shot back to look at her and judge if she was pulling his leg. Nope.

Trying to alleviate the awkwardness he decided to push it into full on awkward mode. "Oh.. So.. Take pictures then?"

"She was about three hundred pounds," She said trying to keep her face void of any expression but a hint of a smile still crept onto her face.

He threw up his hands in defeat. "Damnit, so, back to beating some one up then. You ok from that - uh.. Teacher?"

"Oh yeah, no harm no foul. We all get a little lonely."

And that just brought his thought train full circle back to the train station. 

"Yeah, speaking of.. I have to say I was replying mostly in a... selfish manner. I don't speak with many people outside of work and.. Not much family these days so, yeah. Touch bit of the loneliness. I'm sorry if you think I took advantage, but you weren't the only one feeling a bit lonely."

For a brief moment he thought the revelation had killed her respect for him. But her hand intertwined with his suddenly brought a new spark to it. 

"Of course you were. Sam, I.." She grinned and looked away from his face and down at her feet. "Of course you were. How could you not be? It's a very lonely job."

Wise beyond her years. He thought to himself as he looked around him. Three hundred something marines on that deployment, and except for a few joking buddies and the conversations to get them all through the day, he had been completely alone for the better part of the deployment. Only time he had felt like he belonged in quite possibly a long time, was when her hand was in his.

"I uh..." He tried to breathe and found it a bit hard for the air to find his lungs. "You uh.. Tell your sister you came down to see me?" 

"She encouraged it. She knew I was writing you, was a bit shocked a couple weeks ago when she found out that what started when I was still a kid, writing you whenever you were deployed had increased to being your pen pal no matter where you were, and still were. Regardless of both our jobs and other work." She didn't finish with what her sister had said to her, and flushed red with embarrassment at the words of 'encouragement' she had uttered.

"How is she? I mean really, she tells me some things but I think she tries to shield me still so I don't worry." 

Not really wanting to talk about her sister too much, she gave up some information but told him that otherwise she was doing fine, trying to keep his attention focused on the here and now, just like Julie had told her. 

"You have leave for a couple days after this right?" She asked quietly. It took him a minute to realize just what exactly she'd said.

"Yes, just gotta get out of the formation then out of this uniform then I'm home free for a couple of days before I gotta go back and finish signing my gear back in. Getting out in a couple of weeks." 

"Mind if I keep you company?" She stated. It was a bold statement but it was obvious from the way she held herself, she was struggling to keep up her persona of having everything together.

"I'd love that." He said without thinking. Though, he couldn't even pretend to think he wanted to retract those words. He did have to give her the heads up though. "I uh.. You can't stay on base though and I would rather not stay on base anyways -"

"I have an apartment - um.. A couple hours away." She offered, then suddenly came to a really awkward thought.

"Good, can I crash with you for the next few days?"

"Yes.. I.. umm.." She was going to mention she only had the one room, and just a small twin bed and a recliner chair, but thought that she'd tackle that problem when they got down the road.

"Good to go, Penelope.." He paused and looked around. "Give me the address, and I'll meet you there? I've got quite a bit of work to do when I get back to the base before I dismiss myself." 

"Sure, of course!" She nearly blurted excitedly. Pausing and clenching her fist around her jeans she tried to get her shit together. "I'll text it to you." She said then gave him her information, and in exchange he gave her his.

With that, the buses arrived shortly after, they said their goodbyes and he impatiently road out back to the base and retrieved his gear. Where as the last couple of deployments had always gotten him down from their distinct lack of anyone giving a shit about him coming home, he couldn't stop but keep smiling to himself as he was dismissed from formation. He couldn't stop smiling as he put his gear away and returned to the Bachelor's Enlisted Quarters and dressed into something a bit more comfortable and packed enough gear for the weekend.

Reclaiming his phone and putting it on the charger was his first priority. Secondly he packed as he waited for it to get enough of a charge before he placed a call to an old contact he had kept in his phone for five years but never once used.

"Hey, is uh.. Julie there? Yeah? Hey - it's me. Uh - Sam. Nice to hear your voice too Julie" he said in reply to her shock and compliment.

"Hey Sam? What's going on?" 

He felt like his red face could be seen from the moon. 

"I um, well ok - I just got back home. And your sister was there to meet with me and she invited me to her apartment to stay the weekend, and I don't think anything will happen but if it makes ANYTHING at all weird between us, or God forbid between you and her I'll step aside right now and tell her I can't -"

"No. No Sam, I told her to ask you out. You guys have been corresponding for how long?"

"On and off since you and I were married, but it got really serious about three years ago, when she started college and needed advice - I.."

"You were lonely. And she was lonely and needed help. And she went to you because she loves you."

That last sentence just about hit him harder than two megaton neutron bomb. "She.. Uh.. What?"

"Oh hush, you know she does. Hell you probably love her too, just won't admit it because you don't want to hurt her. I really missed that about you. Chivalrous to the end." 

He was speechless.

"Trust me, nothing is weird between us. I gotta go, my wife just came home and needs help with the groceries. I love you Sam. Keep safe ok?" 

The silence after the phone call was just about deafening. What was even more maddening was Julie's last couple sentences of encouragement. The questions resounding from that last paragraph of dialogue between he and his ex-wife rattled through his head. Did she? Really? Did he? Really?? 

Of course he did. The answer was quicker than he expected, and he wasn't half as blown away as he thought he'd be by it. And she did too. It was obvious to everyone except him apparently. He finished packing the few shirts and pants and clean underwear he head kept in his locker in the shop, and headed out. 

He knew where the area was, and hitched a ride from one of his co-workers to about halfway there, before he got a cab and went the rest of the way there. Texting her when he was about ten minutes out.

He got out of the cab, stumbled around lost for a bit before being flagged down by Penelope in her second story apartment window. He all but flew up to the top of the stairs and before he could knock she opened the door and greeted him with a feast for his eyes. 

Her hair was let down and loose from the pony tail it had been in earlier, coming down to her shoulders, and almost resting on them. Her dress on the other hand. Blue as the sky, and while parts of her shoulders were exposed the dress had sleeves which came up to between her forearms and elbows, the blue in the dress itself amplified the blue in her eyes and accentuated the very female forms of her body, and there he was standing stupidly at the door, pretty sure his mouth was ajar and his tongue hang lying on the floor. 

He was wearing a polo shirt and some beat up old jeans while she had dressed up and definitely been planning this for sometime. He felt so completely out of place and that Penelope was undoubtedly out of his league.

And there he was, rocking some of the best fitting jeans she'd ever seen. His shirt was ironed and crisp, he smelt of a fresh shower and definitely the hint of some nice aftershave. 

He'd even gone and shaved the stubble he'd gained from the flight over from Europe. And here she was, in a hand me down dress she'd managed to borrow from her friend Tracey at the last minute. God, she felt so out of place and there was no doubt that Sam was completely out of her league.

"I.. uh.. Damn. Penelope you didn't have to dress up for me - I.. feel really under dressed now." He stated as he tried his best to keep nervous ticks from taking over and he started twiddling his fingers or kicking invisible rocks on the door step of her apartment.

"Oh? This old thing I-" she shook her head immediately as she said that. "Sorry, no I just borrowed this from my friend, I wanted to impress you - I - come in! Please!" 

He grinned at her as he stepped past the threshold, trying his best not to get an erection from the combined sights and smells that were Penelope A. Geer. 

P.a.ge. As he had referred to her when she was younger, when everyone else called her penny or Pen-y-lope. 

She was Page, or Paige to him. 

"Penelope... Page.." She seemed to stumble a little when he called her that for the first time, out loud. "you look absolutely stunning I - are you sure you want me here?" he said in a slightly humor full question.

His eyes dazzled at her, she could tell he was using his humor as a mask to try and hide his feelings. He truly did question her for some reason, as to why he was here. 

"Of.. Of course I want you here Sam! I've been wishing for you to come home for so long, and.. To see you. Finally." She shook her head. "No, for you to see ME. For who I am now." She stepped closer to him. "I'm so glad you're home Sam." She whispered lowly.

His throat was tighter than his pants at this point as he inched closer to her. 

"Pen... Penelope" He said and brushed a single strand of blonde hair from her face and did the unthinkable. His body was taking over and shutting his mind out of the thought process for the moment, and he held her cheek in his left hand as he urged her gently closer to him with his right, and into his embrace as he kissed her gently on the lips. 

The kiss slowly increased in intensity, then sparked as soon as the two of them came to the sudden realization that this is what they'd been building up to for so long. 

"Penelope." He stuttered under his breath. 

"Sam.." She replied gently.

"I think, I think we need to take it a little slow." 

"Yes.. Yes.." She said with increased excitement, then realized what he had said and looked at him incredulously. "Then maybe," she smirked. "you should tell your hand that too?"

He finally realized where his hand had wandered off to. He looked down slowly, realizing the offending member had not only trailed down below her belt line, but had also hiked up her dress and was currently rubbing her inner thigh as if it were a polished golden lamp that could grant him three wishes.

"Yes. I will need to have a talk with him.." He looked back at her now with a quizzical grin. 

"So I can assume the lack of protests means you like this?" He said continuing to rub her. She only moaned in response. 

He had wanted to quit, to slow down and maybe take her to dinner first, but dinner would have to wait. It'd been so long since he had done something like this, he was already bursting at the seams, and he could tell she was wired to go at any moment as well. He slid the hand in between her legs and rested it firmly on her trimmed mound, her anticipation already soaking through her underpants. 

"Samuel!" She nearly cried out as she bit her lip. "Samuel.. Sammy.. The door.. The door". 

He looked back and confirmed that indeed they had left the door open. With a swift backward kick he closed the door with a gentle slam, without ever once leaving the warmth of her pussy. This, somewhat weird talent for closing doors while fondling her must've triggered something within her psyche because it lead to an immediate reward as she shuddered slightly. 

He couldn't take it anymore and peaked aside her underpants. For all her womanly behavior, the bright yellow panties seemed a bit out of place on her adding another bit of cutesiness to her persona. His roughed up and beaten hand skillfully found her sex, and as his index finger began to enter her, causing her to clench onto him even tighter, his thumb began to rub up and down her little pink clitoris.

"Shit.. Sam, I.." 

"Language, young lady." He stated quietly and kissed her lips gently as she wrapped her left arm around his neck and braced herself with her right hand by placing it upon his hip. 

"Shut up and finger fuck me." She breathed heavily, and in that instant she was greeted with just that. It wasn't very long before his hand was soaked and she'd shivered her way through yet another orgasm.

She started to hike the dress up over her head, pulling it off and discarding it on the recliner as quickly as possible, returning her hands back to their needy grabbing of his masculine body as soon as she could get them there. 

"You're so hot Sam.. I.. I can't control myself.." 

He started to slow his pace just a little and nuzzled her neck with his face. 

"Don't hold back," He coaxed and she responded immediately by unzipping his pants, and pressing her hand against his swollen member. 

"Oh trust me, I won't." she grinned devilishly and began to undo his pants and belt with a bit of help from his free hand. He would've stopped her but at this point, he was aching so badly he couldn't say no to her gentle grasp. His voice rattled a little as her cool thin fingers slowly clasped the heat of his cock and pulled him free from his boxers. 

"Jesus," she inhaled sharply "It's huge!" 

In that moment he came to two realizations. One. She was a virgin who'd probably never seen or at the very least touched a grown man's penis. Two, he was not going to last long at all with the way she fondled and held him. "Penelope.. I.." 

She smiled knowing full well she was having an affect on him. She kept massaging his quivering member. 

"You going to come for me Zee?" 

He shuddered a little when she called him that, and could only nod in response as his voice had fled him as his pleasure began to peak. 

She hesitated, but knew what he needed to send him over. She didn't know why he needed it, how he could ever find her that attractive, but as he was standing there, fingering her as she jerked him off , eyes closed tightly, she understood two things. 

One, he was trying to keep her pure in his head, that maybe he was doing something wrong here and taking advantage of her. Two, she was not going to last long at all with the way he was fondling and holding her. 

"Look at me Sam." 

His eyes darted open and caught her gaze, so loving and warm, before immediately noticing how much of her was exposed to him. Skin, just everywhere he looked was skin, only thing keeping her from complete nudity was the mismatched black bra firmly hugging her breasts and the yellow panties now bunched to one side to provide access for Samuel's hand. 

She whispered to him ever so gently, "Unhook my bra please?"

With a tender caress of his cheek she moved him into a kiss as his free hand slowly fumbled with the clasp of her bra and then tossed it to join the other clothing on the recliner. 

He drank her in. His hand, now caressed her naked back as he pushed forward against her, his right hand continuing its task of pleasuring her with renewed vigor, adding a second finger. 

His breath became ragged, as he realized it had been longer than two tours since he'd had any quality time with a member of the opposite sex, possibly even longer. 

Could've been since... and it donned on him. Unconsciously he had stopped his frivolous pursuits of the one night stand variety around the same time that her letters picked up in pace and intensity. 

Her third shudder of the night snapped him out of his thought process as she clenched onto his shoulder with her left hand and relaxed her grip on his cock with her right. As she panted against him, still aftershocks rumbling through her body from the last orgasm. 

He looked at her as he had done so many other times that day, this time his eyes sparkled with something she couldn't place a finger on. Awe? 

"What..." She half moaned, slowly recovering from what he'd done to her. 

"What are you thinking about?" She moved her hands up slowly tugging at his yellow and white striped polo shirt, and lifted it over his head with his hesitant cooperation.

"I..." He stumbled not really knowing how to put it in words. "Trumpets." 

"Wait... What?" She asked, tossing his shirt casually across the room before pressing her naked breasts against his bare chest. 

"The song. By Jason De...uh... De-r...something-"

"Derulo?"

"Yes. That guy. The song... Trumpets... 'every time, you get undressed... I hear symphonies in my head... something, something, something... The drums they swing low and the trumpets they go..." And then he tried his own personal imitation of a trumpet, eliciting a giggle turned outright laughter on her part.

"I guess I wouldn't have ever thought of it quite like that. Not sure if the song does it any justice..." She kissed his chest and slid her hand down to grasp his heated member.

"It may not-" He gasped as she started to pump him again "...but that song is the closest thing to how I feel right now," he said looking back into her eyes. "Of course it doesn't even come close to describing you right now."

She couldn't take it anymore. The excitement and passion was bubbling over. She quickly scrambled to the floor, kneeling in front of him and gazing up at him. 

"Cum for me Samuel," She whispered huskily. "Cum on me staff sergeant, mark me as yours..." She looked up at him as she started to pump with both hands now. 

He stood, greedily licking her juices from his fingers before tangling them in her hair. She grinned wickedly as she hummed the tune to Trumpets as best she could. 

"No one has done it before you know?"

"Done...done what, Penelope?" He asked, panting as he grew nearer to orgasm. 

"Cum on my chest. This chest is a virgin, much like the rest of me." She paused, feeling him tensing up, "and I want you to have it Samuel. Just you."

"Fuck!" He gasped as his instincts took over where her words left off and he thrust vigorously into her awaiting hands. "Cumming! I'm cumming, Penelope... Penny... I'm..." 

Straining with the effort of it all he clenched his eyes shut and bit his lip as he reached his climax and cascaded into the most powerful ejaculation he'd ever experienced. 

"Sorry," He gasped, his chest heaving as he looked down at the cum soaked woman in front of him. 

"No need to apologize Sam," She leaned forward and sucked on the head of his penis a little, cleaning it of his cum. 

"I wanted it," She swallowed, "I needed it." 

"Let's clean you off," he said as he helped her to her feet and kissed her. "And thank you."

"You don't have to, I wanted to," she protested.

"For loving me," He said, searching her eyes.

She stopped short and blushed. Suddenly feeling strangely embarrassed as she stood their quietly letting him dry her off with a towel. It wasn't until he'd finished that she finally found her voice again. 

"I do. Sam, I do love you."

"I know." He leant in and enveloped her lips with his before stopping and looking her in the eyes once more, "And I love you too."

-15 minutes later -

The Smell of their impromptu sex filled the apartment as they quietly got dressed. Sam felt changed. He'd finally come to terms with something that he'd been unconsciously suppressing for all these years. 

He loved this girl. Despite the age difference he felt a connection to her. He'd always loved her, he realized that now. He glanced over at her as she pulled her clothing on. 

His heart fluttered every time their eyes met. He was a battle-hardened warrior who'd spent most of his life alone. He was nothing but a stupid jarhead that was more familiar with his rifle than he was with the female body. Hell, his ex-wife had better luck with women than he did. 

But here he was in the presence of an attractive, funny, smart, and sexy young woman. How her hands fit around him, how she had so expertly stroked him...the thought of it sent shivers down his spine.

Could they have something? Or were they doomed to fail just like every other relationship he'd ever had? Wouldn't she be more comfortable with someone closer to her own age? 

"Everything ok?" She asked him, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

"Yeah. No, it's fine. I...Sorry, my thoughts just go off on their own sometimes," he mumbled. 

She'd heard of it before. The thousand yard stare. He'd be talking to someone and seemingly look straight through them. Or at least that was the idea, he hadn't done it in front of her or to her. At least, not until now. 

"I...I didn't overstep any bounds did I?" She asked. 

"What? No, of course not, Penelope. I-I really enjoyed that...You're just...Sooo..." Words failed him. Beautiful? Attractive? Sexy? Amazing? "-Hot." 

Yeah no, that was definitely not the right thing to say.

"...that was really lame." he muttered as he shook his head, disappointed in himself.

She blushed. "I...uh...Really? I mean...thank you, Sam. That means quite a bit coming from you." 

He felt his throat tighten. 

"The real reason I'm having such a difficult time is..." He shook his head and sat down on the arm of the recliner. "Me? Really? I'm like seven years older than you. There's gotta be plenty of guys your age for you to fool around with..." He immediately regretted the choice of words.

Her brow furrowed and angrily looked down at the floor.

"I really like you, Samuel. I have since I met you. You were ALWAYS kind to me and you treated me like an equal, never like a kid." 

She hesitated before finishing. She had to make sure he knew what she meant. She approached him as he sat, gently grabbed his hand and slid it into her jacket resting it between her breasts where her rapidly beating heart was nestled. "You are definitely what I want...even if you don't want me..."

"You. Are. Perfect. How could I not want you?" He said, standing up and holding her hands in either of his before kissing her gently. 

"Then why? Why hesitate?" she asked as their lips parted.

It was more challenge than question. 

She didn't want anymore excuses. She wanted him. Did he want her? Of course he did. Why else would he have kept writing to her for all those years? Then why was he hesitating? There was nothing stopping them. Nothing except for him. 

The mental restraints he had placed on himself finally snapped. 

She gasped as his left hand clasped her buttocks and pulled her closer. His lips captured hers, expressing all of his pent up passion in a hot, wet, kiss that left them both gasping for breath. 

As she leaned into him, she could feel his hard bulge growing against her groin. kissing her with all the conviction in the world as the bulge in his pants rubbed up against her skirt covered groin. Her hands strayed downwards, fumbling with his belt as he continued to hold her. It only took a minute before she'd manage to free him once more. 

Her actions only intensified his own movements. His hands slid up beneath her shirt, quickly unclasping her bra. They broke their kiss long enough for him to toss aside her shirt and then locked lips once more. 

His hands gingerly massaged her breasts, enjoying the feel and the weight of them. Then he pulled back from their kiss and ducked his head down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He suckled wetly at her breast, swirling his tongue around her nipple, teasing it. 

She cooed sweetly at the attention he was giving her and moved slightly, sliding her hand into his boxers and grasping hold of his rock hard member. 

He released her nipple, leaning up and kissing her once more. Smiling, she met his kisses and pressed the band of his boxers downwards until gravity took over and they fell to the ground. He kicked them aside, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply as she continued to stroke him. 

Stopping between kisses he whispered against her lips, "I Need you. I want you Penelope...So bad, I can't take this torture anymore."

She didn't have to be told twice. Kicking her shoes off, she grabbed his hand and sprinted the ten, or so, feet to the open bedroom door. She smiled cutely over her shoulder at him and took his hands in hers.

Grinning, he wrapped his arms around her. Lifting her off the ground a few inches, he kissed her lips as they blindly approached the bed. He broke the kiss as he lowered her the mattress where she proceeded to sprawl out on the bed before him. 

He pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside and stood, naked, beside the bed. That moment seemed to stretch on for eternity.

And then it was over.

He was clambering onto the bed. His hands grasping at her skirt and panties, sliding them from her body in what felt like an agonizingly slow process. He needed her. Needed to feel her. To be a part of her. 

"Samuel...please..." she breathed and their eyes locked, "fuck me."

A shudder of desire washed over him so strongly that he thought he might lose his mind. He climbed between her legs, holding his throbbing cock in one hand and preparing to guide himself into her throbbing pink slit.

Somewhere in the back of his mind an alarm went off and panic washed through him. 

"Shit," He muttered, glancing around the room quickly.

"What's wrong?" She breathed heavily. The anticipation had left her breathless. 

"Condom," He said, furrowing his brow and attempting to extricate himself from between her legs. 

He felt her thighs tighten around him and she locked her ankles behind his back. He looked back, meeting her eager gaze. 

She shook her head insistently and pulled him close with her legs. His throbbing cock was rubbing against her pussy now, and the contact elicited a moan from both of them. 

"No condom," she said looking up at him. "I...I've been on birth control ever since you told me you were coming home."

He didn't need any other explanation. No further details. The moment she said "No Condom" he'd been ready.

He guided himself to her once more and met her eyes as he pressed himself inside.

She gasped sharply, wincing as he penetrated her. The pain pierced through her momentarily and then began to dull. 

He stopped short. She really was a virgin. The fact that she waited for three years while in a college campus, filled with young virile men and women. Probably went on dates and all that and she was still a virgin. PROBABLY saving it for him? That just about made him lose it.

She recovered quickly, and cooed as he lay on top of her. 

"You're amazing," she heard him say. 

Even though he had already seen her naked, taken her virginity, and came on her chest and breasts, she still blushed at his compliment.

"Really, you are... so much self control. So much dedication." 

He started to slowly move back and forth, and when she moaned in pleasure he slowly picked up speed. 

"I will do," he said as he thrust into her, "everything I can," he kissed her neck, "to deserve this." 

He felt her tighten around his cock and her back arched up off the bed as she shuddered. She was so close to orgasm. 

He wasn't going to last long. It'd been nearly three years since the last time he'd had sex. But he had to try his best to hold on, to make her cum at least once. 

With a shaky hand he located her clitoris and gently began to massage it. 

"Cum for me Penny," he coaxed.

Something was different with his voice. He was shaky, on the precipice of pleasure and just about to be pushed over the edge. The realization that it was HER body doing this, that she had been the cause of him losing his cool and would be the reason why he came inside her...She bit her lip. "Fuck. Fuck! Sam.. Sammy...I'm..."

"Cum for me darling. I...I'm almost..." His thrusts became quicker and his breathing more labored.

She clamped down on him with her legs, instinctively trying to get him closer to her, preventing him from spilling himself anywhere but inside her virgin pussy.

With a grin and a grunt he reached up and held onto her left shoulder with his right hand, as his left hand grabbed her hip and anchored himself as he thrust into her. 

"Cumming. Penny I'm cumming.." 

"Yes! Yes!" She begged and let herself go. She could feel him starting to release inside her. A few quick thrusts then his pace slowed dramatically as he was slowly pumping the remaining cum into her awaiting pussy hole. 

She held him tight to her, as if she was afraid he'd disappear from her. As soon as he had regained some strength he slid out of her, his semen mixed with her own juices slowly oozing out of her. He gazed into those marvelous green eyes of hers. 

"You are fantastic," He panted, grabbing her hand and kissing it gently.

"I don't know what I expected," she said as She stretched out and cuddled up around him. "But I never expected my first time to be so..." She met his gaze, "awesome." She grinned and sat up next to him, starting to kiss him slowly. 

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want anymore. Hell, I could go again if you wanted to," She finished that thought by gently sucking his bottom lip.

He chuckled as she released him. 

"Give me a couple of hours and you're on." 

A bear like growl escaped from his stomach, followed by a similar one from her. 

"After we've eaten, of course," he said with a chuckle.

She grinned wickedly. 

"Plenty of time to get some take out, catch you up on the news then have you fuck my brains out." 

His jaw nearly dropped. There was no way she had seen this as a mistake. And he couldn't either. There was not a single worry in his head that he'd made a mistake, except for not doing this sooner. 

Cupping her face in his hands he kissed her gingerly, adding a little bit of tongue before breaking free. She grinned and rolled away from him, climbing out of bed as she went in search of cordless phone and the Chinese Takeout menu. 

He stretched and stared up at the ceiling, a feeling of contentment washing over him. 

"This is going to be the best weekend ever."

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