Susan practically bounced
beside him as she led him down the path to the Barn. She was pointing out fields
of cattle and where the quarry was from here. It was out of sight over the
rolling hills. The house, a mansion really, was strategically located a good
ways from the family owned marble quarry to avoid the dust and noise. Robert
had been here less than twenty-four hours and was feeling intensely intimidated.
He had fallen for Susan almost from the moment he saw her. She was standing in line at registration in school. Her blonde ponytail was bobbing as she spoke enthusiastically to the girl next to her. He kept an eye on her through registration, and once caught her looking at him. He became determined to meet her and get to know her better.
By the end of the term they were inseparable. They had dated for two years now, becoming closer and closer. They studied together; they coached each other--if he wasn’t working or in class, he was with her. This last Christmas break had been agony. She had gone home to Texas and he was still in Illinois. They wrote to each other every day, but it wasn’t the same. Both were ecstatic to be back together in mid January, and Susan was insistent that Robert come home with her for Spring Break. He had to work extra hours in the lab all semester to earn the money for the plane ticket, but he had no intention of disappointing her, or being without her for another week.
She was explaining about the horses and he looked at the neat paddocks and the big whitewashed barn ahead of them. It was bigger than the house he had grown up in. She carried an old Brownie camera with her and as they approached the barn she pulled a couple of sugar cubes out of the pocket of her denim pedal pushers. She whistled at a black horse and it trotted across the paddock to her.
“Hello Big Blue, did you miss me?” She asked.
The horse whickered at her and she fed him a sugar cube.
A middle-aged Mexican came by. “Buenos dias, Senorita Susanna. Welcome home.”
“Gracias Pedro. I see Mama has Maggie working in the kitchen.”
“Si, Dona Miller says she will cook muy bueno… someday.”
Susan laughed. “With Mama watching over her, I’m sure she will. Pedro, this is my friend, Robert Thompson.”
“Senor Thompson. Mucho gusto.”
“Um, how do you do?” Robert said. He wasn’t quite sure what Pedro said.
“I’m just out getting reacquainted and showing Robert around. Oh, Pedro, would you take a picture of us with Big Blue?” Susan handed Pedro the camera.
“Si, senorita.” He took the camera from her and Susan took Robert’s elbow, setting up the shot with the horse on one side and Robert on the other. They smiled and Pedro snapped the picture. He handed the camera back. “I was just taking Big Blue out for his morning exercise. Unless you wish to do it?”
Susan glanced at Robert and he was hoping she couldn’t read the panic he was feeling. “Not today, Pedro, gracias.”
“De nada, senorita,” Pedro nodded and reached for the big horse’s halter.
Susan took Robert’s hand, opened the barn door and led him inside. She closed the door behind him and said. “Here’s the barn. We keep the horses in these stalls in the winter, but when the weather is nice we keep them outdoors.”
“I… see,” Robert said stepping further into the barn. He really wasn’t sure why she had brought him in here.
She stepped up beside him and tugged at his sleeve. She guided him into the first stall that seemed to be all closed in. She led him through the door and flipped a switch. A single uncovered bulb lit the room dimly. The floor was swept clean of hay and there was an old army cot against the wall, a thin mattress rolled up on one end of it.
“We used to have a stable hand who lived in here,” she said, leaning on the doorjamb. “But he left last year. Pedro lives in the caretaker’s cottage with his family, just down the road.”
“Oh?” Robert said. He felt so completely out of his depth here, with the servants and the miles between houses and the horses and the Spanish words that everyone seemed to add to their conversations.
Susan moved toward Robert and put her arms around his neck. “Have you noticed what I’m wearing today?”
Robert looked down at her. Susan always looked swell no matter what she had on. Today she was wearing denim pedal pushers, white keds and a crisp white cotton shirt with long sleeves. He put his arms around her waist. “You look real nice,” he said vaguely, wondering what he was supposed to notice.
She brushed her lips against his. “What am I not wearing Robbie?” She moved her body against him.
He rubbed her back as she moved against him and grinned. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
Susan had been letting him put his hands inside her bra since she returned from Christmas break. They had become quite adept at working their way under clothing in the back seat of his tiny Corvair. It was cold, but once the windows steamed up it was their own private little heaven. He was an expert at quickly unfastening those little hooks while his hands were under her sweater and blouse.
She gave him a long wet kiss and he worked his hands underneath her shirt. Her skin was so smooth and his hands moved around to her breasts, stroking them, feeling her nipples tighten against his fingers. They necked until he felt like he was on fire, and Susan could certainly feel the effect she was having on him. She pressed her hips against his and moved with pleasing agony against him. She pulled back and smiled.
“You’re going to talk to Daddy this afternoon, right?”
“Soon as he gets home,” he assured her.
“So by tonight we’ll be officially engaged,” she said with relish.
He reluctantly pulled one hand from under her blouse and stroked that silky blonde hair of hers. “Unless he says no.”
“He wouldn’t possibly,” she insisted. “He knows how I feel.”
“But he doesn’t like it, Suse. I can tell.”
“He’ll get used to it,” she said with the bravado of a girl who always gets her way. Robert knew her father spoiled her. Robert desperately wanted the chance to spoil Susan too.
“I hope so,” he said, his voice wavering a bit.
“Then tonight? After they go to sleep, we’re going to come out here.”
“Out here?”
“Out here,” she purred, leaning forward and licking his ear. “Wanna know what we’re going to do?”
“Yeah,” Robert answered, still slightly puzzled.
“We’re going to liberate me from my virginity.”
Robert’s knees went weak. He leaned against the rough wood door. “We… are?” he asked faintly.
“Oh, yes,” Susan said softly. She glanced at the cot. “Right over there. I’m going to make love with my fiancé for the very first time.”
Robert’s heart was racing. His mouth had gone dry and everything around him seemed kind of fuzzy. He had the most incredible hard-on ever. Something Susan was well aware of.
“Oh, Susan, I do love you,” he moaned. Their next kiss lasted a long, long time and he touched her with reverence.
“I love you, too, Robbie. You’re the only man for me.”
He didn’t know how he was going to make it through the rest of the day, but somehow he did. They took a long walk down to a little creek to cool off when they left the stables. He certainly couldn’t go any where near Mr. or Mrs. Miller while he was this aroused. Susan kept her hands to herself and he kept his distance. It took every bit of will power he had. He wanted her right now, and every time he thought about what she had said, he found certain equipment readying itself for the special occasion. He kept imagining glasses of iced tea being spilled in his lap. For the most part it helped.
He was glad it was still too cool to swim. A bathing suit would advertise his feelings too much.
When Mr. Miller returned home for lunch, just his disapproving presence had an inhibiting effect on Robert. At the moment, that relieved him. He was afraid to even think about tonight’s activities while in the same room as Susan’s father. After lunch Mr. Miller called Robert into his study. It was richly appointed in leather and dark wood.
“A drink, Robert?”
Robert was uncertain how to answer. He was only twenty, below the legal drinking age. That didn’t mean he hadn’t had the occasional beer at frat parties. He had even tried some harder stuff at a few of those parties. He didn’t want his father-in-law to think he was a lush, but he didn’t want to appear to be a prude either. “Whatever you’re having, sir.” That seemed like a safe replay.
Miller nodded. “Bourbon. That’s a man’s drink. You’re a bit young aren’t you, Robert?”
Robert cleared his throat. He didn’t want his voice to break just now. “I’ll be twenty-one in the fall, Mr. Miller.”
“Hmm, yes. So Susan said.” He handed Robert a glass and motioned him to a chair. “She also said you wanted to talk to me.”
“Yes sir. Susan and I… well… we, I mean, I…” He was blowing it! He was falling apart under the scrutiny of this bushy-eyebrowed old man. “I’ve asked Susan to marry me. We would like your … blessing.” He had been debating over whether to use permission or blessing. He wanted to marry Susan, but he didn’t want to kowtow to her father.
“My blessing eh? So why do you want to get married?”
The question caught him by surprise. Why did he want to marry the beautiful Susan Miller and spent the rest of his life by her side, pleasing her and touching her every chance he got? Well, he couldn’t tell her father how attractive she was, or that he dreamed about her and when she touched him he was on fire.
“Um.. well we… We’re in love.” That was truthful, however badly put.
“You’re in love?” Miller asked in a mocking voice. “Well how nice for you both.” He tossed back his bourbon. “And now that you’ve seen how she was brought up, how do you intend to support her?”
“I’m a pre-med student, sir. I’ve been working in the biology labs to pay for my classes and I carry a 4.0 average.”
“So you have a ways to go before you can support her.”
“I’ll be applying to med school in the fall. We both graduate next year and I do already have a job.”
“And who do you think is going to support you while you’re in medical school?”
“Support me? Sir, I support myself!”
“Come, come young man. Susan is a well-to-do young woman. She wants for nothing. I think you may have started dating her in hopes that you’d find someone who could put you through med school.”
“No sir! That’s not it at all!”
“I’m glad to hear that. Because you’ll not be getting one cent from me. Do you understand me?”
“Mr. Miller. I’m not after your money. My parents brought me up to work hard and earn what I need. I don’t want a handout.”
“And you won’t get one here. So. When will this supposed marriage take place?”
“Susan wants to get married next June, after we graduate.”
“And how would you feel if I asked you to sign a document saying you have no right to any money Susan would inherit?”
“I don’t want any of Susan’s money,” Robert said with surprise.
“Well, why don’t you think it over for a while. If you two are still set on getting married this time next year, I’ll have the necessary paperwork drawn up.”
“Necessary paperwork?” Robert thought all it took was a marriage license.
“It’s called a prenuptial agreement,” Miller told him scornfully. “If the marriage doesn’t work out and you divorce, you aren’t entitled to anything you didn’t bring into the marriage.”
Robert wasn’t sure what to say. Before he could reply, Miller continued. “Or… I could write you a check for fifty thousand right now. You head back to college at the end of the week, cash the check, and find some way to let Susan down easy. By the end of the semester, you’re out of her life forever.”
Robert stared at the old man in stunned silence. He tossed back the bourbon in his hand. The fiery liquid seared his throat and he could feel it making its way down to his stomach. For a moment he thought he would choke, but he had no intention of choking in front of this hostile old man. He drew a breath and stood, the bourbon pooling in his stomach like lava. “Mr. Miller. I find that insulting. Susan and I want to be together for the rest of our lives. I’ll be happy to sign any agreement you think prudent, but there isn’t enough money in the world to keep me away from her!” He locked eyes with the older man. For a moment they stared at each other, and Robert was determined not to look away first.
The telephone on the desk rang and both looked at the phone, the standoff unresolved. Miller glanced at him and headed for the phone. “We’ll see about that, young man. We’ll see.”
Robert was obviously dismissed, and he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. He did like the way he had used the word ‘prudent’ but he was still outraged at the offer of money to leave Susan. Leaving Susan! To shut out the light of his world. To live in darkness for the rest of his life. He couldn’t tolerate that.
He walked out of the study, not sure where to go.
“Pssst!”
There was a sound on the stair and he looked up. Susan was sitting on the stairs, arms around her knees. “How did it go?”
He held out his hand and she stood and dashed down the stairs, stepping lightly and silently.
“Let’s go for a walk, back down to that creek.”
“Okay!”
Susan was always ready for action. She had so much energy. She was so happy. He couldn’t possibly tell her that his father had tried to bribe him.
They walked briskly without talking. There was a strong March wind blowing, but the sun was shining and it was much warmer than in Chicago. At the creek they sat on a rock and Robert pulled her into his arms. Right now, he wasn’t as aroused as he had been earlier, but he wanted her close. He needed the comfort of her body.
She sat in his lap and their kiss calmed him considerably. “How bad was it?” She finally asked, head tucked under his chin, fingers making their way between the buttons to stroke his chest.
“It could have been worse,” Robert said with a sigh. He leaned back against the rock and ran his fingers through her silky ponytail. “He didn’t throw me out of the house. Susie? You know I don’t want your money, right?”
She laughed. “Don’t be silly darling.” She sat up and gave him a five-alarm look. “You want my body, not my money.”
He grinned at her. “You know me too well.”
“Well,” she said, kissing his cheeks and nose and temple and ears in between words. “You’ve become quite a hobby of mine. And, Robert Thompson, my body is all yours.”
As she was kissing him she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. He kissed her neck and trailed kisses down her chest and across her beautiful breasts. She shifted slightly and his lips settled on her nipple. It was the first time they had done this. Of course, the back seat of a car in Chicago in winter wasn’t conducive to bared breasts. He tugged gently at her nipple with his teeth and she caught her breath. He paused and looked up at her. “Okay?” he asked hesitantly.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her hand on the back of his head. He surrounded her nipple with his lips again, exploring it with tongue and teeth. “Oh, Robbie, that feels so good.”
He was crazy with desire for her, but tonight was the main performance. He held himself firmly in check. He received his pleasure that afternoon from touching her and making her feel good.
“Tonight is going to be wonderful,” she purred in his ear.
They dressed for dinner. Susan had warned him about that, and they had even gone shopping together for shirts and ties. He had a good suit, which he used for job interviews and special occasions. Most of the time he managed with slacks and a good sport coat, but his brother had bought him a tailor-made suit when he started college and Susan gave it her approval. Susan tapped on his door just before dinner and helped him tie his tie.
He could, of course, tie his own tie. He wore a business shirt and tie to work in the medical lab every day. It was required. But he loved to have Susan fuss over him and care for him.
She looked so pretty in her smart little pink dress and fluffy matching sweater. Her shoulder-length hair was down this evening, brushed to a fine golden glow and held back on one side with a small maroon bow. She had on little gold clip-on earrings shaped like hearts with one part of the heart enameled in the same shade of maroon as the bow. Around her neck was a golden heart-shaped locket. He had given it to her for Christmas and she had placed inside it two tiny pictures of him and her.
“You look fantastic,” he said.
“Thank you, and you look very handsome.”
He offered her his arm and they set off down the stairs to dinner together.
Dinner was served by the teenaged girl whom Susan had introduced to him as ‘Maggie’. Susan had greeted her more like a sister and best friend than a servant. But tonight, Maggie was concentrating totally on her duties. Her face was serious as she ladled the soup and took away the salad dishes. He noticed Susan wink at her as she removed the desert plates, and saw a ghost of a smile play across the dark haired girl’s face.
There were only the four of them at dinner. Robert sat across from Susan at the large table, and her parents were on each end. Dinner conversation was mostly about people he didn’t know and some kind of problem at the quarry that had old Dr. Miller fuming. Susan’s father was a doctor as well as one of the leading businessmen in the area. He had a family practice, and a small office that was accessed from a side porch on the other side of the house. But he had also inherited the ranch and the quarry and he stayed busy keeping up with his various business affairs. They spoke briefly of Susan’s classes at school, and Susan did her best to turn the conversation to her experiences at college and include Robert in the conversation, but her parents didn’t want to hear about his major or his classes and the conversation drifted past him again.
After the desert dishes were cleared and coffee had been served to each of them in tiny little cups—Susan called it demitasse—Dr. Miller pushed back his chair and looked at the others in the room.
“Well, Mother, this young man came and had a talk with me today. Seems he wants to marry our daughter,” Miller drawled. “Miss Susie, I understand you have encouraged him in this endeavor.”
“Yes, Daddy. We plan to be married next June, when I graduate.”
Miller looked her in the eye, then turned and looked Robert in the eye. “I want you to know, I think you’re rushing into this. I think you should think it over for a few months before making any kind of official announcements.”
“Oh,” Susan looked from one parent to the other. “I thought maybe we could have a small party by the end of the week, and announce it then.”
“My dear,” Susan’s mother said. “It takes the printer down to Fredricksburg twice that long to engrave invitations. We couldn’t possibly do anything that quickly. Besides, we want you to have some time to make sure this is what you want. Why don’t we plan a pretty cotillion for you in June? When all your friends will be home from school.”
“June…” Susan looked at Robert. She knew he had already lined up a summer position with a research team. It was a prestigious position for an undergraduate that he had lobbied hard for.
“If your mother wants to have the time to plan a big party, that’s all right, Susan. I’ll get a couple of days off and come down for it,” he assured her.
Her parents were looking at each other from their opposite ends of the table. They both looked as if they had just bitten on something sour. Well, it wasn’t a convenient time, but perhaps it was the right time.
He cleared his throat. “I… wanted you to have this. Something to make it ‘official’,” he said, smiling at Susan as he echoed her words from earlier in the day. He pulled a small velvet box out of the pocket of his suit coat and handed it across the table to her. At the rate he would have to pay his brother back he would be in his debt for about the next twenty years, but he and his brother both agreed that he had to give her a ring after he asked her father about marrying her. George had bought it and was accepting ridiculously low payments from him, plus he had to wash George’s car every weekend.
“Oh, Robert!” Susan said as she took the box from him. The Millers were shooting daggers at him with their eyes.
In the jewelry store it had looked… well, small. But here it looked practically insignificant. He scolded himself. It was the sentiment that counted. And the look on Susan’s face was worth it. She slid the ring on the third finger of her left hand.
“If it doesn’t fit, we can get it resized when we go ho—back to Chicago,” he said.
“It fits perfectly!” She said, sliding it on and holding it up to the candlelight. She held it out to her mother. Robert noticed her mother’s bejeweled fingers as she took her daughter’s hand in hers. The tiny diamond paled in insignificance beside the gems on Mrs. Miller’s hands.
“How…sweet,” was Mrs. Miller’s comment.
Susan didn’t notice the sarcasm. She dashed to the other end of the table and showed her father, who frowned and leaned closer, trying to see the stone. “Hmm, yes,” was his only reply.
Susan completed her round of the table by coming over to Robert and kissing him on the cheek. She whispered quickly in his ear, “Well, I think it’s lovely!” So Robert knew her parent’s reaction was not lost on her. She returned to her seat and they finished their coffee and headed for the den.
After watching Susan’s father sleep through most of “Gunsmoke” everyone retired for bed. At the top of the stairs Susan kissed him on the cheek and whispered that she would come for him when the coast was clear.
He headed for his room and prepared for bed. Mr. Miller might get suspicious if he didn’t hear all the regular sounds of someone retiring for the night. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, lay down on the bed and turned out the light. Time seemed to stand still. He had a short burst of nerves. What if Susan didn’t like it? What if he did something stupid and horrible? Susan knew he was ‘experienced’, but she didn’t know that meant that he had done it only twice. Once had been the night of his high school prom. It had been horribly, embarrassingly quick and he had felt awkward and uncomfortable. The girl had never spoken to him again, and he felt only relief that she hadn’t.
When he told his brother who was fifteen years older than him, George had decided he needed more experience. George had taken him to a hooker as a graduation present. She had seemed horribly old, although in reality she was barely thirty. She had also seemed a bit bored by the whole process, but she had been patient and instructive and he felt a bit more confident now than he had those first two times. He also now understood one of those talks with his father about waiting until you find the right girl. The right girl was now just down the hall and in another hour or so she would be in his arms. Just the thought of what they planned for tonight was enough to make his jeans tighter. He smiled in the dark, thinking of her sweet lips and her neck and breasts.
He started at the scratch on his door, then realized it must be Susan and leaped from the bed. He opened the door and she stood in front of him, once again in keds, pedal pushers and the white blouse, no bra. The earrings and hair bow were gone. But she was still wearing the locket and his ring.
She put her finger to her lips and took his hand. They made their way quietly down the stairs. She stopped him cautiously three steps from the first floor. She had warned him before. The next stair always creaked. They stepped over it and down the last two steps quickly. With a glance toward the hallway leading to her parents’ bedroom they dashed toward the kitchen and the back door hand in hand.
They made their way quickly down to the stables. Susan opened the door, they slipped inside and she bolted it behind them. Then she took Robert’s hand and led him into the first stall.
He flipped on the light bulb as they stepped into the room. It had changed! The mattress on the cot had been rolled down. There were clean sheets on the cot and a bright Navaho blanket covering it. There was a rag rug covering the floor. Next to the bed on an upturned apple crate was a small camp lantern.
“How?” He turned to Susan. She hadn’t had time to bring anything down here.
She smiled impishly. “Oh, I have my ways.” She gave him a little push. “Light the lamp, Robert. It’ll be a lot nicer than this old light bulb.
He moved forward and lit the lamp. As soon as there was a flame, she flipped the switch to turn off the overhead light. He turned and caught his breath. She had shed the keds and pedal pushers. Her shirt was unbuttoned and she wore a pair of white lacy panties. She smiled shyly at him.
“Susan, you look…” there weren’t words to describe it. He wasn’t certain he was going to survive this experience. “Incredibly beautiful,” he finally finished.
She took two steps and was beside him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and drew him down to kiss him. As they kissed, she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders. He shrugged off the shirt and put his hands underneath her shirt, feeling her silky skin around her waist as he continued to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her ears, her jaw.
She drew her hands down his chest. He had always been a bit embarrassed by his lack of chest hair. He had a bare minimum, in the center of his chest. Susan ran her fingers across his chest and leaned toward him. She rubbed her cheek against his chest, and gently kissed his nipple. He stroked her golden hair and kissed the top of her head.
“Oh, Susan…”
Susan unbuttoned his jeans and he kicked off his loafers and pulled his jeans the rest of the way off. There was no way to do that gracefully, and he ended up sitting on the bed. Susan laughed and climbed on top of him. He pulled her shirt off of her and it fluttered to the ground behind him.
He got his first really good look at Susan’s breasts. She leaned back and gave him the chance to enjoy the view. As he met her eyes he realized she was surveying him just as hungrily. They smiled at each other and kissed hungrily. He drew her down onto the narrow cot beside him and they relished the chance to touch each other’s bodies.
His hands moved to her breast. He caressed her breast and teased her nipple, watching it harden in arousal. He placed his mouth over the nipple and suckled gently.
Susan lay back on the bed and moaned. She ran her hands through his dark hair. “Oh, Robby!”
He wanted her so badly. Just looking at her standing there in the lamplight
gave him an urgent hard-on. But he was so very aware that she was a virgin.
He did not want to hurt her or spoil this for her in any way. He moved his
hand slowly down her body, and eased his fingers inside the lacy white panties.
He was afraid she might tense up, but her hips moved up to meet his hand.
He moved his lips to her other nipple, pushing himself up on his elbow to reach her better. She spread her legs and he moved one leg in between hers. His fingers found her soft curly hair and moved down to find delicious moisture. He slowly slid one finger inside her and she moaned again. He looked up from her breast. “Okay?”
“Hmm, yes.” She smiled at him, her eyelids drooping as she relaxed against him. “Robby, I want you inside me.”
He smiled and removed his finger slowly, enjoying the expression of pleasure on her face. Then he had an alarming thought.
“What?” she asked, noticing his change of mood immediately.
“I meant to bring a condom with me! It’s in my wallet upstairs.”
“It’s okay,” Susan said, caressing his cheek lovingly. “I got a diaphragm from a doctor at school. I put it in before I came to get you.”
“Really?”
“Really,” she said with a smile. “Robert,” she said more seriously. We’ll need to use it every time we do this until after we get married.”
He shifted to hold her. “Why sure thing, Miss Susie,” he drawled in a good imitation of the Texas accents that had surrounded him all day.
Susan laughed at the accent and pressed her lips against his. She leaned back and said, “Now, make love to me you great big wonderful man!”
Her hand moved down his body, coming to rest on his erect organ. She stroked his shaft. He felt like he was going to explode, but he was determined to hold himself in until he was certain she was ready. Her lips parted and her tongue flickered into his mouth, teasing him to enter her.
He moved her panties down and she helped him to remove them. Then they shifted so that she was in the center of the small cot and he was above her. She spread her legs and moved her hands down to cup his shaft. Their eyes met and she guided him to her. He pressed gently and lowered himself to kiss her. Then he was inside her. He meant to go slowly, but she seemed to draw him further and further into her. Her arms and legs both went around him, binding him to her.
This was as long as he could hold back. He had dreamed of being in just this position with her for a long time. He withdrew just a little way and then pressed back into her again, trying to remain gentle.
She moaned with pleasure. As he withdrew and pressed in again she thrust her hips against him. “Robert! Oh! Robert!” She moaned.
He kissed her neck and thrust against her, reveling in the feel of his skin against hers. He thrust again and again, then her moans became a scream and her nails dug into his shoulders.
“Susan!” He pulled back, but not out of her. His eyes met her.
“Don’t stop now! Oh, Robert!” She thrust against him with ever more urgency. He was nearing his own peak and pressed her hard, coming inside her with such force that he shuddered. She felt him come and held him tight, somehow clamping down on him to keep him from withdrawing.
Her breath was coming in gasps and she rocked beneath him biting his neck as she came. He moved his hand between them and search for just the right spot. Her eyes opened wide, as she came again almost immediately and she let out another scream of pleasure.
He slid out of her and held her close as she came back down from that incredible high. He felt weak himself. He kissed her temple. “I was afraid you were going to wake your Dad up with all that screaming.”
“Good thing I didn’t just sneak into your room for this,” she said, still out of breath. “But oh, Robert. From what the other girls had told me, I didn’t think it could possibly be this good, the first time.”
“I think it must be best when you’re with the right person.” He nuzzled her neck. He was certain he had found the right person.
“Robert, I want to do this a lot.”
“Sneak off to the barn?” He asked.
“No, silly, make love. Every morning and every night.”
“With the occasional lunch break?” he said with a laugh.
“Oh, more than occasional, I think,” she purred.
Her tone of voice caused a stirring in him. “And how about now?” he asked, caressing her again.
“Now would be a very good time.”
He covered her mouth with his and they didn’t speak again for a long time.
Ellen Lindow
June 2001
