8 comments/ 92225 views/ 12 favorites My Lovely Hannah By: Bazzza The day that would change my life forever started just like any other work day. I showered and dressed before walking the short distance from my apartment building to the small nearby Post Office. From a small lockable post box, I took my handful of mail to a corner café which produced the best coffee in town. My favourite waitress smiled on my arrival and promptly set forth towards the kitchen. An order was not required, as a morning regular; my culinary desires were always the same. A strong latte along with a freshly baked blueberry muffin was a fine start to any day. As always I took a seat by the window to watch the world go by. While waiting for my coffee, I flicked through the pile of white envelopes quickly dispensing of the obvious bills to the table. A hand addressed envelope caught my eye immediately, the many crossed out and redirected addresses suggesting that it had been in the system quite awhile trying to locate me. My interest raised, I tore open the envelope and removed a single folded piece of pink writing paper. Once unfolded, the page revealed little more than a few words. 'Hi, Kieran. I need to talk to you. Please phone me on 27693106. Hannah Leavers. I smiled at the name, for Hannah was an old short term lover from years back. She was tall and pretty, but possessed one of those free spirits that could never be tamed. I would confess that I'm not the most handsome man in the world, and the fact that Hannah would have anything to do with a commoner such as myself was always wonderment to me. The fact that she wanted to talk to me after all these years was somewhat of a surprise, and certainly something to be followed up. I've worked as a journalist since I left university, and freelanced for the last ten years. A number of times I've been contacted by old friends and acquaintances with little tit bits of information that have turned into substantial stories. The previous year, an old school buddy who was now a teacher gave me a heads up on a scumbag who was renting out rooms to overseas students. Part of his services was to negotiate lower rents for sexual favours. A police investigation turned up nothing, but I had all the time in the world and after a lot of hard graft managed to produce a few confessions, and enough evidence for the police to reopen the case. My reward was an exclusive; my resulting story was sold to the highest bidder and proved enough to pay the bills for several months. Over the years, I'd covered many war zones, the first Gulf War and the Yugoslavia conflicts to name a couple. The fact that so called civilised people can still inflict such sadistic atrocities on each other in this modern age is something I'll never comprehend. And later watching people come to terms with their grief is something that haunts you for ever, but I suppose that's another story for another time. Anytime I feel sorry for myself, a quick look through my substantial collection of archived photos from those war zones would remind me that I was a lucky man indeed. I placed Hannah's letter in my pocket for later, and then flicked through the rest of my mail, just the usual bills. The rest of my morning was already laid out, and so busy was I that the letter was forgotten about until later in the day. Over the phone, Hannah's voice sounded just the same, and she seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me. For a while we chatted about what we'd been up to, and then Hannah asked if I wanted to drive up to see her, as she had something of importance to discuss with me. With my inquisitiveness nature, I tried to prise out of her what it was all about, but she wasn't having any of it. Hannah lived in a small town that I'd never heard of by the name of Harvard. I eventually found it on a map and worked out it was a three hour drive away. The following Saturday morning, I set out for Harvard unknowingly ignorant of what was about to befall me. Harvard turned out to be a delightful little town in a sprawling valley which seemed to trap the warmth of the sun and keep out the wind. Rows and rows of tidy homes followed the gentle contours of a swift flowing river. Once in town, I followed Hannah's concise directions, and without a hitch found her street, and then her house. I had to smile, for her home was surrounded with bright and colourful flowers with a tall tree standing high in the centre of the front yard. I was halfway up the front path when the front door opened and a very slim looking Hannah in dark jeans and a red top walked out to meet me. As always, her lovely smile took my breath away. "Hi Kieran, its good too see you again." she suggested before giving me a peck on the cheek. "Hi Hannah, its good to see you too." We stood and looked at each other for a few seconds; then Hannah took my hands in hers. "Are you brave Kieran, I need you to be very brave for me?" "Sure." I replied sounding more confident than I really felt. I could feel her big blue eyes bore through me like lasers, looking for any sign of hesitation; she then led me inside her home. It was welcomingly cool inside, and I was led through into a large comfortable family room. At the rear was a set of bay windows with a view into the rear yard, adorned with trees and shrubs. My attention was drawn to movement at the far corner where a young girl was swinging high from a swing secured to the branch of a large tree. Hannah stood beside me and again took my hand in hers as we gazed out the window, "That's Courtney, Kieran, she's your daughter." I turned to Hannah in complete astonishment, "What?" "That little girl out there is your daughter. Do you remember that last time we got together down at the beach? Well she's the result." "Jeeesuz, Hannah. I don't know what to say." She turned to me with big sad eyes, "You may ask, why now? The thing is Kieran, I'm dying; I'm not long for this earth." I took her quivering arms in mine and held her close, and we stayed like that for some time; giving me time to take in the implications of the last few seconds. Small footsteps up onto the wooden deck brought us back to reality, and we separated just before Courtney walked into the room. "Who's he?" asked a little voice. "Courtney, this is Kieran. He's an old friend of mine." "Hello Courtney" I said. "Hi." I stood and looked down at this beautiful little girl, and any thought that she wasn't my daughter evaporated, the same auburn hair of my mother, along with the small gap in the front teeth which is a family trait. Courtney retuned my stare and then smiled inquisitively at her mother before returning her attention back to me. I could almost read her mind, who was I and what did I want? "Courtney." I exclaimed. "That's a funny name for a boy." Her inquisitive look turned to one of scorn, and her little hands were quickly on her hips. Her mother chuckled, "Take no notice love, he always was a tease." Courtney smiled and jiggled on the spot when she realised that I was only joking, "Can I go outside and play again?" "Okay, just for awhile, then it'll be lunch time." her mother replied. We watched as the little figure scooted back outside towards the swing. Hannah and I sat down and made ourselves comfortable, then looked across at each other. She took a deep breath and then began to tell me all about herself and Courtney. She had been diagnosed with an inoperable malignant tumour eighteen months ago, and her condition was worsening. Her main concern was Courtney and what would happen to her once she'd gone. Her parents were both deceased, and there was no one really to look after her daughter. Hannah explained that once she was unable to care for Courtney, the authorities would step in and place her in care. "I've thought long and hard about bringing you into all this Kieran, but you're her biological father and you've the right to know about Courtney before it's too late. I know it's a shock to find out now, but I'm running out of time." "Why didn't you tell me when you were pregnant?" I asked. Hannah shrugged her shoulders, "Selfishness really, I wanted a baby all to myself. By the way, I didn't mean to fall pregnant, I just miscalculated the night she was conceived and thought I was safe. Maybe I should have contacted you, but by the time I found out I was pregnant, I'd left town. Anyway, I thought you would've been angry and not wanted anything to do with it because it would've cramped your life style. Whether I was right or wrong, it doesn't matter now, what's done is done, and neither of us can change that." I stared at the floor while taking in her explanation, how would I have reacted back then when told of my impending fatherhood? To be honest, I don't know. Hannah got up from the couch and walked out of the room returning a few seconds later with a white envelope. She sat on the edge of the chair and leaned close to me. "Before we go too far, I want to reassure you that Courtney is your child. Do you remember what was special about that night we got together?" I gathered my thoughts, "It was my birthday." "Yes it was." Hannah replied opening the envelope and taking out a sheet of folded paper and handing it to me. "Here is Courtney's birth certificate; she was born nine months and three days after your birthday. Please believe me that she is your daughter. You might think I was promiscuous back then, but I wasn't. I hadn't made love to anyone for months with the exception of your good self." Hannah smiled, "Back then I was off men, but I kind of always had a soft spot for you." I looked over the birth certificate, and it was as Hannah said, Courtney was born a good nine months from my birthday. "Does Courtney know about your condition?" Hannah nodded, "She does, but I don't think she realises the implications. And I'm too soft to tell her what they are." We both sat quietly for a few seconds as our eyes held. "Well, that's all of the surprises today." Hannah suggested. "I've made us a picnic lunch, and we can go down to the river and sit in the sun." Half an hour later, Hannah and I were sitting on a blanket watching Courtney playing in the shallows of the slow moving river. It was a nice afternoon, and the reason I was in Harvard slipped slowly away from me. I very much enjoyed the company of these two ladies as we ate and later walked along the riverbank together. The hours quickly disappeared and I was invited to firstly stay for a meal, and then to stay the night. It didn't take me long to bond with Courtney, her sassy nature combined with an exuberant amount of energy made it easy to befriend this lovely child. I in turn teased her unmercifully and had both mother and daughter well entertained. Later that night I was shown to a spare bedroom where I lay pondering what the day had brought me. It was in the early hours that my door opened and Hannah slipped into my bed beside me. I moved over a little to give her more room and she snuggled up beside me. "I was lonely." she whispered. "Can I stay here with you?" "Absolutely." I replied. "It's good to see you again, even under these circumstances." she said nuzzling up to my chest. "You smell just the same, brings back good memories." I gave her a gentle squeeze as we lay comfortably in our closeness. I knew this was all about friendship and emotions, and not about sex, which I was okay about. But as Hannah began to breathe deeply in her sleep, my mind drifted back to when we first met. Back to the Past Our paths first crossed many years back through mutual friends. Friday nights were usually celebrated at a small bar not far from where I lived. I'll never forget the first time I laid eyes on Hannah. She walked into the bar and caused a bit of a noisy ruckus as she acknowledged everyone and friendly insults were traded. We were eventually introduced and I guess that I held her attention for a second or two before she became bored, as I mentioned before I'm no Brad Pitt look-alike. But I was kind of besotted with her, and my eyes continually followed her graceful movements. Even after all these years, I can still picture her beauty and what she was wearing that night. A simple long white dress hugged the curves of her tall shapely figure; her straight blonde hair fell past her shoulders. Her facial features were fine, and her large green eyes eclipsed a sprinkling of freckles. I was almost in love, but also knew that it was but a hopeless dream. I don't think that I was alone, for there were many male eyes upon her, which she either ignored or wasn't aware of. I never spoke another word to her, and I left the bar that night thankful that I'd been lucky enough cast my eyes upon her. It was many months before I saw Hannah again, although it was on a Friday night in the same bar. I'd just returned from Bosnia, and after numerous requests was giving a brief account of the escalating violence and the horrific consequences. Hannah arrived and after getting a drink from the bar, joined my small audience of listeners. I guess I've always had a way with words, and I spoke from the heart about the people and their suffering. A couple of times I caught Hannah's eye, and I realised that she was interested in my story. Later that evening, we talked a little about me being a journalist and some of the places I'd been and the things seen. As well as being quite beautiful, Hannah also impressed me with her intelligence. She knew about Bosnia and other trouble spots around the world, and could hold her own on any debate. Her wishes were simple and all she wanted was peace in the world for all. But she was bright enough to know that it could never happen. We soon warmed to each other, but only in the intellectual sense and not in the physical sense I understandably wished for. I could smell her sweet scent as we sat close to talk over the noise. And when I went home alone that night, I lay and fantasised about Hannah's warm body being beside mine. Over the following months, Hannah would sometimes arrive for our Friday night festivities. We would usually drift together for another philosophical discussion. On one cool autumn Friday night, a street party involving our bar and close by restaurants was held to celebrate the change of seasons. Our group joined in, and soon a good time was being had by all with the help of a local blues band. When Hannah was continuously hit upon by two inebriated male admirers, she casually walked over to me and stuck her arm under mine. "You can be my boyfriend for the night." she announced. And I was proud to be so. We partied hard until after midnight when things started to get a bit unruly, and Hannah suggested we move on before trouble started. An invitation to my place was accepted, and Hannah was soon wandering my apartment taking in my photos and other paraphernalia that I'd collected over the years. Eventually she turned to me a smiled, "Would you like to partake in a little marijuana?" "Sure." I replied. It wasn't something that I used often, but I enjoyed the occasional smoke. We made ourselves comfortable on my long cosy couch and Hannah removed a small plastic bag along with a packet of papers from her handbag. We were soon sitting back and enjoying the smooth effects of the drug. Hannah slipped sideways on the couch, leaned back on the armrest and placed her long legs over my lap. We then chatted aimlessly as we passed the joint between us, and the drug slowly took its toll. While I've never been involved in hard drugs, I occasionally enjoy the odd joint or two. It's got a way of mellowing me out from my stressful life and relaxing my aging body like nothing else. It also has the advantage of leaving me without the usual hangover that I get from alcohol. I found myself gently massaging Hannah's feet and ankles and receiving favourable praise for my efforts. "Why do you always wear long dresses when you have such nice legs?" I asked. Hannah smiled mischievously, "Because it's dangerous to wear short skirts without panties." She then chuckled at my surprise, "I hardly ever wear any; I like the cool fresh air and the freedom." She lifted her dress high up the side of her bare legs while placing her other hand in her lap so that nothing naughty was exposed. I got a good glimpse of bare skin up to her waist which demonstrated a complete lack of any underwear. "See, nothing underneath." she said. "I reckon a short skirt with no panties is just fine." I replied with the utmost sincerity. Hannah grinned, "No doubt, but how safe would I be?" "Very." I lied. "If its question time, how come you've never tried to get in my panties, supposing that I wore them? You seem to like me, but you never try to do anything about it." I shrugged my shoulders, "I always thought you were way out my league. When I see all the other guys looking and trying to pick you up, I always think there's no chance for me." Hanna pulled a disproving face, "That's stupid. You're one of the most interesting guys I've ever met. Maybe a little too nice though, which is why you probably don't get laid as often as you should?" "I'll try and remember that." "Well, here's something to remember. I get very, very horny when I smoke dope, and it's been awhile since I got laid. So if you play your cards right, we could both get lucky tonight." Hannah's forwardness caught me a little by surprise, and I looked down at her partially exposed legs. Over the next minute or so, I allowed my hands to caress her smooth skin while exploring further upwards as my braveness increased. Under Hannah's watchful gaze, I lifted her dress high onto her navel exposing her pussy for the first time. Her brown curls had been trimmed short into a neat triangle and I suspect they were growing back from a complete shave. I let my hand roam through her coarse bush and her thighs parted slightly in invitation, and then wider as I stroked her inner thighs. A pair of fine lips was now in full view, and Hannah sighed as I slipped a finger gently between them. I turned slightly to my side so that I could bring both hands into play, and Hannah spread her thighs a little wider. At first, I eased her lips apart and teased gently her clitoris with my thumb as my eyes feasted upon her luscious pussy. Within seconds, her pink lips were glistening with arousal and I then explored her tunnel with a finger. She was warm and tight, and I began to work both her clitoris and her tunnel in unison. With some difficulty, I tore my eyes away from her pussy and looked up at Hannah's face. Her eyes were now closed as she released a breath of smoke from the joint into the air. I momentarily removed both hands from her pussy and ran them down her lovely thighs, but Hannah moaned in disapproval. "Don't stop." she whimpered. "Make me cum." "Do want me to lick you?" I asked. "Maybe later, fingers are good." I obeyed and returned my fingers to Hannah's pussy and began to play with her again. I slipped two fingers inside her and then began to work on her clitoris with my thumb. Her legs had now fallen well apart, and her inner thighs were wet from her arousal. She was soon pushing back against me and rotating her pussy slowly, her breathing now deep and purposeful. One leg slipped to the floor and I watched as her thigh muscles tensed as she lifted her buttocks from the couch. I began to slowly increase my rhythm and Hannah instantly met the challenge, her little cries and whimpers convincing me that her orgasm was not far away. I prayed for it to be soon as my hands were tiring from their ordeal, and I didn't want to have to change my technique before she managed to cum. I was relieved when Hannah raised herself high from the couch and moaned in ecstasy as her orgasm shuddered through her body. I continued to stroke Hannah as the little tremors slowly diminished as her orgasm subsided. She reached down and eased my hand away from her clitoris, but left my fingers to slowly play inside her pussy. With my free hand, I reached down and picked up what was left of the joint from the carpeted floor, in all the excitement I hadn't realised that she'd dropped it. My Lovely Hannah I removed my fingers from inside her, and with both hands I caressed her thighs as she lay back in post orgasmic splendour. Her parted pussy lips were now a rosier shade of pink, and her clitoris protruded proudly between them. Her juices had left her pubic area and thighs a sloppy wet mess. I slid upwards and kissed Hannah for the first time, and her mouth eagerly opened to accept my exploring tongue. We kissed passionately and Hannah attempted to wrap her legs around me, but her tangled dress trapped us both and we lay for a short time kissing contently. "Mmmm Mmmm; that was a nice orgasm thank you very much." she murmured when our lips finally parted. Between kisses, I felt Hannah's hand slip downwards to my jeans. At first she ran her fingers lightly over my bulge, but then she began undoing my belt, button and zip. I sucked my stomach in as her hand slipped down under my briefs to take me in hand. She gently squeezed and caressed my appreciative manhood as we continued to kiss, then she rolled me off the couch and onto the floor. "Stand up." she whispered while sliding herself into a sitting position. Placing both hands on my jeans belt, Hannah pushed them down to my ankles. After removing my shoes, she lifted each foot out my jeans before turning her attention to my bulging briefs. She grinned and began rubbing her face over the material before easing them downwards. My cock was soon bobbing up and down inches from her face. "My, my, that's a fatty." she commented as her eyes feasted upon it. While god hadn't gifted me exactly with good looks, he had presented me with a good sized cock, not long, but straight and thick. It had got me many favourable comments from previous lovers, especially if used to good effect. Hannah moved her face closer, and I watched as her tongue flicked over my circumcised head. I heard myself moan as her warm lips slipped over the head and began to suckle me, her tongue this time exploring the V underneath. After a few delicious seconds, she ran her tongue down my shaft and I wriggled uncontrollably as she teased my balls. Then without warning, Hannah leaned back on the couch and pushed her buttocks forward in invitation. I knelt before her and lowered my face to her pussy, for a few seconds she allowed my tongue to taste her wet slit; but then pushed my face away. "Fuck time." she announced. As I manoeuvred myself between her thighs, Hannah reached down and guided my cock between her lips. After running the head up and down her wet slit a few times, she then guided it to her opening. "Gentle with that thing please." she asked before pushing up against me. The head of my cock popped inside her with ease, and I held still to savour the pleasure of her tight lips. Then with a little rocking motion, I eased myself slowly inside her inch by inch. About halfway in, Hannah raised her knees to her chest, and I took my time until I reached full penetration. With long slow strokes, I began to slide in and out of Hannah's fine tight pussy. I searched her face for signs of discomfort, but saw only pleasure. I had long ago found out that by treating my previous lovers well usually resulted in prolonged sexual romps. But there had been times when the thickness of my cock had not been well received, and the results were not fulfilling for either party. But I was pleased to see that Hannah seemed quite comfortable. I reached forward and slipped the shoulder straps of Hannah's dress down, she helped by lifting her pale breasts from under the material. They were smallish, but her nipples were swollen hard. As I leaned forwards to suckle upon them, Hannah wrapped her legs around me and held me tightly. For the next few minutes, I alternated my attentions kissing both her nipples and her mouth as my cock worked gently inside her. Hannah replied with little coos of pleasure, her pretty face now flush with the efforts of our love making. "Can we go to bed?" she asked. I reluctantly withdrew from her and scrambled to my feet, Hannah held out a hand and I pulled her up. It was a short walk to the bedroom where I removed her dress so that I could take in her splendid nakedness. We slipped onto the bed and Hannah guided me onto my back so that she could straddle me. This time, her penetration was troubled by a lack of lubrication, and Hannah slipped backwards leaving my cock standing high against her navel. I reached for a strategically placed bottle of lube from under my pillow, and removed the top. Hannah took it from my hands and dribbled a little over my cock, then massaged it in. She then lifted herself from me so that she could place some between her lips, and this time penetration was successful. After making herself comfortable, Hannah lay down on my chest and began to kiss me. "Mmmm, I like fucking like this." she commented between kisses. She just laughed when I told her I did too. Hannah seemed content to do all the work, and I just lay back and enjoyed it. Her movements were slow and gentle. On the odd time when my cock slipped out, she quickly reached back and slipped it back in again. We were soon stuck together in perspiration, but our lovemaking was too passionate to take much notice. A few times I suggested a change of positions, but Hannah wanted to stay as she was. Sometimes she raised her chest from mine and dangled her breasts provocatively in front of my face which earned them a nice little licking. We'd been at it for some time when Hannah raised herself into a sitting position. "Time to finish before you wear me out." she suggested. "Cum inside me doesn't agree with me, you okay if I get you close and then suck you off?" What a terrible thought, I mean its not every day that a beautiful woman asks if it's okay to blow me, well not any day lately I can tell you. Without waiting for the obvious answer, Hannah applied some more lube and leaned forward a little so that she could place her hands on the bed to help support her weight. She then began to slide up and down on my cock gradually picking up speed. She smiled down at me, "Okay, let's see you do your thing." Hannah soon had me reaching for that long awaiting orgasm and I toyed with her breasts as it came closer and closer. All the time, she studied my face for the tell tales signs. Faster and faster she got, her pussy squeezing my cock on every downward stroke. "Getting close." I soon warned. Hanna lifted herself quickly from me, and dropped her hand and mouth over my rigid cock. Without breaking her rhythm, she continued to work me, her tight hand and warm mouth quickly sending me over the edge. I watched with fascination as Hannah held her open mouth an inch above my cock and used her hand to milk me. I could see the lines of cum firing between her lips and then oozing back out of her mouth. After I'd finished, Hannah lowered her now closed mouth to my cock and massaged the head of my cock with her lips. When the majority of cum had dropped into her slow moving hand, Hannah then took me into her mouth and suckled me as I began to shrink. Eventually she sat back and looked down at me while still fondling my wilted erection, "Mmmm that was good fun." I smiled back up at her, "Sure was." Hannah got up from the bed and made her way into the bathroom, I just lay back and relaxed while listening to Hannah run the taps as she cleaned herself up. A short time later she returned to my bed and cuddled up. "Enjoy yourself did you." she asked. "Just a little." I lied "And you?" "Yep, it's been a while, and I needed a little loving. You didn't disappoint either; you've got a nice cock and know how to use it." What I was really wondering is how much she would let me use it, plenty I hoped. For the next few weeks, Hannah did let me use it. I began to crave her company and lovely body, and I was in seventh heaven. I hoped it was going to last forever, but alas it wasn't to be. She suddenly began to become a little elusive and cut our phone calls short, and then gave little reasons why we couldn't meet. And then one day she informed that she was going to go away for awhile, and with it she broke my heart. For the next few weeks I almost disappeared into a depressed state. I tried to convince myself that it was never going to be, and that she was too good for me, but all it did was to hurt me more. I've always considered myself a realist, and eventually I managed to let Hannah slip from my life. It was six months later that our lives crossed again; and again it was a Friday night splurge at the same bar amongst old friends. Someone had cottoned it was my birthday, and after drowning me with drinks, they managed to second the whole bar to sing me happy birthday. I should add that this was to totally embarrass me rather than any real gesture of affection, and goes to show the quality of the company I keep. I didn't notice Hannah until she slipped an arm through mine and gave me a peck on the check, then wished me happy a birthday. Before I could say or do anything stupid, she moved away to talk to others. As much as I wanted to ignore her for all the hurt she'd caused me, I couldn't bring myself to do so and my heart fluttered in wild desperation. She looked just the same, pretty as ever dressed in a bright green long flowing dress. I asked myself how many men had been between her wonderful legs sine me, and it hurt. Hannah had always been popular, and she was constantly surrounded by others, which I suppose I gave her every opportunity to ignore me, even though our eyes occasionally met. Later in the evening when things started to quieten down, Hannah approached me and took me by the arm. "Let's go for a walk." she suggested. One street back from the bar ran a sandy beach, and it was towards there that we walked. We didn't talk much on the way down and we were soon sitting on sand between a collection of upturned dinghies. Initially we sat quietly for a while watching the waves rolling up the beach. "I suppose you're angry with me?" she asked. "No, not now." I replied. "But I was. I didn't know what was going on between us." "I guess I owe you an explanation, and I'm sorry if I hurt you. I know that you liked me a lot, and you should know that I liked you too." "But?" "But, I'm afraid of any sort of commitment, always have been, and always will be. I was starting feel a little trapped back then." I turned to her, but she beat me to it. "I know, but you would've tried to convince me to be with you, and it would have only made things worse. I would've run away sooner or later." I thought about it for a while, and Hannah took my hand in hers and leaned into me. "I did really like you a lot; I'm not just saying that." "And now?" I asked. I'll never be tamed Kieran, I'll always like you but we will never be together like you want. I know myself too well for that to happen." Hannah lay back on the sand and looked up at the sky and the glittering stars, and I joined her. It all started off with a hug and then a kiss which turned more passionate, we turned towards each other and began to fondle and caress. Her leg slipped over mine pulling me in close and I allowed my hand to sneak under her dress and up the outside of her thigh. We both giggled when I reached where her panties should be, but weren't. "Still don't wear them." she whispered in my ear. "So, do you think I should give you a little birthday treat?" she asked. "What do you have in mind?" I asked in mock innocence. "I dunno." she replied as her hand found my belt buckle. My jeans were soon opened and I lay back as Hannah's warm lips took me into her mouth, her exquisite tongue sending shivers down my spine. I slipped my hand up her dress and soon found her pussy warm and wet amongst a thick thatch of thick curls, which were a lot longer than last time I ventured there. For the next few minutes we tormented each other, and then Hannah slipped astride me guiding my cock between her luscious warm pussy lips. She sighed deeply as she rode down it with little wriggles until she had my full length. She then adjusted her skirt around her just in case there were prying eyes out in the darkness. She leaned forward and we began kissing passionately, our tongues dancing as the tempo built. Her pussy was like a warm wet vice on my cock, gripping me tightly with each stroke as she rode me. I peppered her neck with gentle little kisses and massaged her inaccessible breasts through her dress. "This is just as good as I remember." she sighed between kisses. "This is soooooo good." Both our excitement was growing, and we knew that our romp wouldn't be a long one. Hannah began picking up the pace, and even though her dress was covering her modesty, the slapping of flesh against flesh could still be heard. "Let me cum first." she whispered. "Then you can." Not long after, Hannah began to shudder as her orgasm arrived, her body trembling with pleasure as she moaned in my ear. The excitement was too much for me, and I ejaculated deep inside her a split second later. Hannah realised that I'd cum too, and she rolled her pussy in a circular motion as I finished. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Christ that was incredible." she murmured. I could feel my cum leaking out of her pussy and over my balls, Hannah lifted herself from me and lay down beside me giving me a little kiss. "You still do it for me; that was fun." she offered. "Best birthday present I've ever had." Hannah laughed, "And so it should be." We adjusted our clothing; lay for a while deep in our thoughts. "Do you want to come back to my place?" I asked hopefully. "No Kieran, I can't. You know why, so please be understanding." she replied while rolling onto her knees and getting up. "We'd better go." I reluctantly followed, and after brushing sand from our clothes, we began to walk back towards the bar and where my car was parked. Hannah placed her hand in mine as we walked slowly. "Yuk, I've got cum running down my legs." she muttered after a few steps. She stopped and briefly used her dress to wipe between her thighs, then took my hand again. I walked Hannah to where her old Ford was parked, and then held her tightly in my arms. She looked up at me and smiled, "You're a special man Kieran. Even though I like you tremendously, you deserve better than the likes of me." She placed a finger over my lips as I tried to reply, "Don't say anything, you don't have to. I know what you're thinking. Let's just leave it at that." She gave me a kiss on the lips and prised herself from my grip. She then got into her car, and with a smile she drove away taking my heart with her. What I couldn't see were the tears in her eyes. Again it took me a long time to get Hannah out of my system, and again I wondered why she wouldn't stay to be with me. Back to the Present I woke alone the next morning no doubt Hanna had wanted to avoid any embarrassing questions from Courtney, like why is my mummy in bed with a strange man. When I arose, I found mother and daughter in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Again I found Courtney's inquisitive eyes upon me, and I responded like any responsible adult by poking my tongue out at her. She grinned and looked across at her mother before sneaking out a return tongue back at me, we then grinned in our little secret. There were a few milestones that day, the first time Courtney sought my hand so that Hannah and I could swing her high in the air as we walked. And how she climbed sleepily into my lap for the first time while she was pretending not to be too tired to go to bed. But the most important thing was that I realised that I could never give this beautiful little girl up for adoption. That night while lying alone in bed, I considered how it would change my life, but I didn't care. The next morning was a school day for Courtney, and both Hannah and I walked her to the gate. As she walked away to meet her friends, she turned and asked me if I was going to be there after school. She smiled when I said yes, which was kind of nice. Hannah and I later sat down and talked about the future, and when I told her that I'd look after Courtney, she sat on my lap and wept in both happiness and gratitude. Hannah later mentioned getting a DNA test to confirm that I was Courtney's father. This wasn't to prove to me that I was, but would help to convince the authorities that I was indeed a rightful legal guardian for little Courtney. For the next few days, Hannah and I began working through what needed to be done. It was only by watching her that I realised how tired she was, and was far sicker than I first thought. She would often go and have a little sleep; then arrive back fully charged thirty minutes later. My heart went out to her, for she was being strong in a time of great despair. She told me off when I tried to help more than I should, and demanded firmly that I was to treat her as if she wasn't sick. I grinned and jokingly asked her if sex was out of the question. She just looked into my eyes and then led me to her bed. I ignored the changes to her body, the loss of weight and the numerous scars from her early explorative operations. I held her gently and made tender love to her, and she later thanked me for being there. As the weeks passed, things began to fall into place, I told my mother about Hannah and Courtney. My mother was always a strong and resolute woman who seemed unconvinced that I could be a father, and wasn't exactly happy about me looking after a young child. By this time, Hannah and Courtney had begun making regular trips back home for weekends, the reason being that I wanted Courtney to be in familiar surroundings when the inevitable happened. I'd also managed to pick up a senior editors job at a local newspaper to provide myself a more stable home life. But for all my old mother's bluster, I'll never forget the first time that she and Courtney first met. My mother crouched down on her arthritic knees and looked at the beautiful child before her, then held her arms out. "Hello gorgeous, come and give an old lady a hug." And both Hannah and I watched in amazement as little Courtney walked straight into her arms and hugged my mother tightly, and with it cemented a loving relationship that would last many years. My older sister arrived a little later; her own children had long since flown the coop, but her maternal instincts hadn't disappeared with them. She too took to Courtney, and along with my mother began making a terrible fuss over her. I just happened to glance over at Hannah, and I recognised her despair at the first steps of her daughter slipping from her grasp. I took Hannah by the hand and led her outside so that she could shed her tears in private. Over the next few months, Courtney, Hannah and I spent a lot of time together. And every minute with little Courtney embedded her both into my heart and life, her little chuckles, her quick and inquisitive mind, her mischievousness and her desire to have fun and be happy. I just loved the way she would crawl onto my lap in the evenings and drift off to sleep, and how I would carry her to her bed and tuck her in with a little kiss. Hannah just watched content in the knowledge that Courtney and I had bonded. Looking back at this time, I think that Hannah had given up her fight to live, the fatigue and pain had taken its long toll. Now that Courtney's future had been settled, Hannah's health gradually declined. I don't want to dwell on Hannah's departure from this life. But what I will say is that on a cool July afternoon, she slipped away peacefully with great bravery and dignity, and in the company of two people that loved her dearly. Later that day, Courtney and I comforted each other, and I told her that her mummy would forever be watching her from heaven. My Lovely Hannah A few days after Hannah's funeral, Courtney and I made the final journey home leaving Harvard forever. All the homework we'd previously done worked wonders, and Courtney soon settled in to her new home. People often talk about the resilience of children, and my little eight year old daughter proved them to be right. Sure, there were lots of tears, especially at bedtime when Hannah's photo sat close by Courtney's bed. But not once did I ever consider taking it away. As for me, I cared not that my previous social life disappeared, for I could not get enough of this little girl; she made my life more content than ever before. At the start of school the following year; Courtney buddied up with Bella, a gorgeous little girl from her class. The two soon became inseparable, and my duties of escorting Courtney between our house and Bella's were not insignificant. Together, the two girls produced an incredible amount of noise, shrieks, giggles, laughter and excited loud and animated interactions. At first I was treated with caution by Bella's mother Debbie. As a deserted and divorced wife and mother, all men were deemed bastards. I was a male in a woman's world, and was I able to look after and love Courtney as she so deserved? Knowing I was under intense scrutiny, I behaved impeccably. Luckily my little Courtney was an affectionate child and would throw herself at me for a cuddle at her whim, no matter who was around. Our love for each other was plain to see. Little by little, Debbie and I warmed to each other, and our conversations improved and stretched out to coffees when ever I dropped Courtney off. Courtney and Bella were soon demanding weekend sleepovers, which were always at Bella's. When the question was inevitably asked about sleeping over at our house, the concern of Debbie's was plain to see. I looked Debbie straight in the eyes and informed her that Bella was as safe as houses. She smiled coolly back and replied that she knew that, which I think was a little white lie if you get my drift. The first sleepover at our house came with a dinner invitation for Debbie, and it was the first real time that Debbie and I really took the time to get to know each other. By the time Debbie left to go home, we were much better friends than when she arrived, and I guess we were both happy about that. Debbie was an attractive brunette, slight in stature but with a good sized set of breasts which didn't go unnoticed by my good self. She was lean and fit, but tended to hide her considerable attributes under baggy casual clothes. But when she was dressed for work, those attributes were plain to see. At first I thought she was a cold person, but as time went on I realised it was more about confidence and being independent in life. She protected her and Bella's wellbeing with ruthless efficiency, and complications such as men were to be avoided at all costs. But as the girls spent more and more time together, so did Debbie and I. Without any hint of intimacy, our friendship grew surprisingly comfortable over many months, and we looked forward to each others company. It was on a Saturday night that things got interesting between us. Courtney was sleeping over at Bella's, and I had been invited for dinner which by this time wasn't all that uncommon. It was about ten pm, and the girls were supposedly in bed and asleep, but the noise from the upstairs bedroom indicated that it wasn't quite so. Debbie and I had consumed two bottles of a nice red wine over many hours, leaving me feeling good but not too inebriated for the short walk home. We were sitting in the lounge in opposite chairs chatting away about this and that. Somehow I got myself talking about Hannah, and Debbie listened intently to my story of how she eluded my wishes to be together. I continued on to how she contacted me and about how I found out about Courtney. For some stupid reason I began to question my ability to bring up Courtney properly, which is something I'd never done before. Maybe it was the wine, but who knows. Debbie smiled over at me, "You're a stupid man Kieran. Just look how happy Courtney is, she just adores you as much as you do her. You're doing a wonderful job of bringing up your daughter. When you take a good look at some of the terrible things that are happening to other children out there, you'll realise how wrong you are." Through tear filled eyes, I gazed out across at Debbie, "You really think so?" Debbie placed her wine glass on the floor and slipped over to the couch I was sitting on. She took me in her arms and kissed me on the forehead, "I know so." We sat quietly holding each other for a short time before our lips touched for the first time. It was a small tentative kiss, just little pecks and the nibbling of lips, then I felt Debbie's tongue slip into my mouth. Bit by bit, the kiss became more passionate, and we turned to each other to make our embrace more comfortable. As we got greedier, our ears became more tuned in to the noise upstairs to ensure that we weren't disturbed. Eventually, Debbie broke the kiss. "Maybe we should take this to the bedroom?" she suggested while looking deep into my eyes. "Maybe we should." I replied meeting her gaze. Debbie led me quietly up the stairs and into her bedroom; she closed the door behind us and guided me to her bed. The full moon penetrated the large window throwing enough light enabling us to see each other clearly. We stood close, and between kisses, I lifted Debbie's top over her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. My hands slipped downwards to undo her trousers and then eased them down over her tight thighs. My un-practiced hands unclipped her bra with surprising ease, and I was soon caressing a fine pair of breasts as Debbie unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it over my shoulders. Her lips found my nipples, and a fast moving tongue flicked over them sending little tremors through me. I felt Debbie's hands on my belt which was quickly undone followed by a zip, and my trousers and briefs were quickly pushed downwards. With some urgency, Debbie pushed the elastic of her panties down just enough to guide my cock between her warm thighs. We stood and kissed passionately, our hands caressing and exploring as we rocked gently against each other, my cock moving tantalisingly between her now damp thighs. Then Debbie stepped back, pushed her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. I took her hands in mine so that she stayed still long enough for me to take in her beauty. Her large breasts hung low from their weight and her large dark nipples stood erect. Her waist was narrow, but curved gently out to shapely hips. A fine thick patch of dark curls sat between her lovely thighs. I raised my eyes to hers, and she looked away in embarrassment or shame. "You're so beautiful." I whispered and kissed her. Debbie held my kiss for a few seconds, and then lowered herself to her bed after pulling back the covers. I joined her, and began kissing her neck and shoulders moving slowly down to her erect nipples. I slipped my hand between her thighs and found her wet and warm, and as I toyed with her clitoris, I felt her hand slide around my cock. "Can we do the foreplay thing later?" she whispered. "I need you inside me right now." Debbie parted her thighs as I moved over her, and she guided my cock between her waiting lips. She moaned and pushed upwards against me as I entered, and then wrapped her legs around my buttocks to ensure I couldn't escape. As I began to rock back and forth inside her, Debbie took my head in her hands and held me so that our faces were just inches apart. "I've let you into my bed Kieran, now you have to promise to be good to me. Do you promise?" I did indeed promise, and after searching my face for signs of sincerity, Debbie pulled my lips to hers. Our bodies seemed to fit like a glove, and I could feel every little inch of her tight pussy as she met my every stroke. Her juices were soon running freely down my balls as I slowly moved back and forth inside her. After a few minutes, I could feel little tremors flowing through Debbie which were accompanied by little moans of pleasure. Then she pinned me tightly so that I couldn't move. "You're gonna have stop for a sec while I get a towel. Otherwise I'm gonna make a mess of the sheets if you keep on making me cum like that." I reluctantly removed myself between her lovely thighs allowing Debbie to roll sideways off the bed. She returned with a neatly folded towel which was placed on the sheet over a small damp spot. After settling herself back on the bed, she spread her thighs wide and beckoned me with a finger. "Okay, back to work." she ordered wearing only a mischievous smile. As I gently rode Debbie, I tuned into her little orgasms which arrived quickly and often. As each one arrived, I pushed hard into her and held her still until her little tremors waned, then I would start all over again. "You're very good at this." she soon suggested. "It's not from practice, I can tell you." "Well, it's not from any expertise from me either, it's been a very long time since I've done this." she replied while rolling out from under me. Waiting until I rolled over, Debbie straddled me and guided my cock straight back inside her. Placing her hands on my chest, she rotated her buttocks while using her muscles to grip my cock for a few seconds before sliding backwards off it. She then took me in hand and began to stoke my cock before lowering her mouth to it. I soon discovered that Debbie was quite a cock sucker, even though she suggested it had been a while. She suckled hard on the head while her tongue explored all around, her hand just gently stroking the shaft. It was superb, and I felt the first little stirrings of an orgasm. Debbie sensed it too, and lifted her head from my cock and looked up at me. "Don't think about cuming yet, you've still got work to do." she said sternly before lowering her lips again. After awhile, I eased her body around so that we were in the sixty-nine position and then guided her pussy so that it was directly over my face. I could feel her warmth long before I slipped my tongue between her wet lips. Then holding her thighs, I began to work her clitoris with my lips and tongue. With her wet curls tickling my cheeks, I suckled and sucked her soon gyrating pussy. I don't think this position was particularly successful for either of us, for we were both distracted by the pleasure we were receiving. I also had to stop to a few times remove the odd pubic hair from my mouth. Debbie eventually manoeuvred around to face me and took my cock in hand, then laughed as I searched for another rogue hair stuck at the back of my mouth. She placed her wrist next to my shaft and compared the thickness between the two, and then stretched her fingers to measure the distance between her thumb and little finger before encircling it. "Mmmm, quite a big one." she commented before moving forward and sitting on it. Debbie leaned forward and offered her nipples to my mouth which were dutifully suckled. Once tiring of that, she lay down so that we could kiss and cuddle. She rode me slowly, and we kissed and petted as our hands wandered. Debbie's little orgasms had disappeared, and she now seemed content just to ride me. By this time, our bodies were shiny with perspiration, but we cared not. The moon had now positioned itself firmly outside our window bathing the bedroom in light. I rolled Debbie on to her side and then attempted to move behind her into the doggie position, but she surprised me by pulling away. "No thanks, I don't want you looking at my big fat bum." she said. "What big fat bum?" I asked while easing her firmly onto her hands and knees. I held Debbie still and caressed her buttocks with my tongue until she stopped struggling, then I guided my cock between her pussy lips and leaned inwards. She moaned loudly as I began slapping hard into her and began pushing back against me. I leaned forward and peppered her back with little kisses. "You've got a very nice little bum, and I look forward to seeing a lot more of it." I said. "Liar." Why is it that women think they've got a big bum I thought to myself? Don't they realise that we men love nothing better to drool over a shapely jeans or skirt covered buttocks, or better still to get their hands on them. I looked down at Debbie's curved bum and caressed it with my hands; it looked damn near perfect to me as I picked up my pace. Our bodies were soon slapping noisily together and were soon accompanied by the squeaking of the bed. We wisely stopped before two little inquisitive girls arrived to investigate the strange noises. "I'll need to put a lock on the door before we do this again." Debbie suggested as she rolled onto her back and spread her thighs wide for me. "By the way, it's okay to cum inside me. I'm back on the pill again." "Just for me?" I asked in jest. "Just for you, this was going to happen sooner or later." Isn't it funny that women know these things before us men do? With Debbie's legs wrapped firmly around me, I began to ride her with some urgency. Her pussy was still wet and hugged my cock tightly as I concentrated on my orgasm. My efforts were rewarded with little moans of appreciation from my lover, and I soon felt my orgasm approach. I picked up the pace to ensure that it did so, and was soon hammering into Debbie with powerful thrusts. She met my every stroke, and then moaned loudly as my cum flowed inside her. I held her tightly as that intense and exquisite heavenly sensation accompanied my ejaculation, and I then relaxed as it slipped from me. A sordid sloshing noise began accompanying each slow stroke before my wilting cock slipped from her, and I rolled onto my back in complete exhaustion. Debbie moved closer so that our sticky bodies were just touching, and then took my hand in hers. "Mmmm, that was good fun." she whispered. "You like too?" "It was okay I suppose." Her other hand reached over and pinched my nipple, "Don't push your luck." We both laughed and turned to face each other so that we could kiss and cuddle. After cleaning ourselves as best as possible with the towel and disposing of it to the floor; we drifted into a well earned sleep. It was light when the sound of giggling stirred both Debbie and I. We opened our eyes to see Courtney and Bella standing close to our bed, luckily the covers we up around us. "What's Kieran doing in there?" Bella asked her mother, which by the way I thought was a fair question. "Kieran was too tired to go home last night." her mother replied. "Have you got any clothes on?" was Bella's next question. By this time I was having trouble to stop myself laughing. I opened one eye and found Courtney with a stupid grin on her face. I gave her a wink, and got one in return. "How about you girls playing Playstation downstairs for a while?" Debbie suggested. "But you said I'm not allowed to play Playstation before breakfast." Bella replied. "Well, today you can, but only if you close the door on your way out." "Okay. C'mon Courtney, lets go." Debbie turned to me and snuggled in as the girls disappeared downstairs, "I think a lock on the door is a must." "Can I go down and play Playstation too?" I asked. Debbie chuckled, "Nope, you gotta stay here." I don't suppose we meant to get all amorous, but soon my cock was standing to attention, and the fact Debbie placed it between her thighs suggested she didn't mind too much either. After letting me lift the sheet so that I could see her body in the daylight, Debbie turned away from me into the spoons position, and guided my cock inside her. We rocked slowly together, and Debbie held my hand as I kissed her neck and shoulders. And we both managed to orgasm without any interruption from below. We then lay quietly together and cuddled for awhile before Debbie turned to me and smiled. "This was good fun, and because I like you a lot, I just might let you do this again." I grinned, "And because I like you a lot, I might just let you." And those words sealed a little commitment from us both. We missed each other on Monday morning as we escorted our loved ones to school, but the next morning we arrived at the school gates together. Amongst all the parents waving their children goodbye, Debbie and I drifted together. Standing close, Debbie looked up at me and grinned. "I'm feeling particularly horny this morning." she muttered after checking no one was within earshot. "If I let you shave my pussy, would you promise to lick it?" I smiled at her brazen suggestion, "What about work?" "I'm feeling off colour, maybe I'll call in sick today." she countered "You know, I don't feel too good myself. It's been awhile since I've had a sickie. Your place or mine?" "Mine." Debbie replied looking with false interest at the school buildings. "I've just changed the blade in my razor." How presumptuous I thought to myself while walking back to my car as quickly as I could, all the time hoping that my cheeky grin wasn't too noticeable. Life quickly turned good, and Debbie and I settled down in a comfortable relationship much to the delight of Bella and Courtney. I might add that the two little devils gave us more than a little cheek at any sign of affection between us. After a year of courting, Courtney and I moved in with Bella and Debbie and on a trial basis, which went off without a hitch with the exception of double the noise. Bella and Courtney soon became close sisters and shared a partnership of considerable fun and crime. Courtney and I had a date every Monday so that we could spend a little quality time together. Sometimes it was a movie, or skating, or maybe a restaurant, and was an arrangement that would last for the best part of fifteen years. Debbie and I lived in relative harmony for another year before the subject of marriage came up. It wasn't exactly a romantic proposal, more of a philosophical discussion over a few days. We first broached the subject our proposed wedding with Courtney and Bella by asking if they knew anyone who might volunteer to be brides maids. They both turned their noses in absolute disgust at the though of two ugly old fogies like us getting married. It was all but an act really, and they both made very beautiful brides maids when the big day arrived. Before I end my story, I'd like to jump a few years and tell you about Courtney's twenty first birthday. By this time, both Courtney and Bella had developed into beautiful young women. Luckily for her, Courtney inherited more than a fair share of her mother's genes and good looks. I in turn was blissfully content with life, even though my grey hair had started to thin and my belly poked out a little more than it should. Both Courtney's and Bella's teenage years were a worry, and like all fathers I worried about the ever growing number of boys frequenting our doorstep. Debbie told me in no uncertain terms that the girls were both sensible and safe. And unless I wanted straight answers to questions that maybe shouldn't be asked, I should keep my mouth shut, which I did. Courtney was surrounded by friends and extended family on the night of her party. At this time, she was near completion of a journalism degree, a vocation that she chose against my good judgement. But Courtney had a stubborn mind of her own, and a desire to get at the truth of things, especially where there was an underdog at hand. Probably the only good thing she inherited from me now that I think of it. Anyway, as the father of the lady in question, it was up to me to deliver a speech of some sort. Courtney stood watching me as I spoke proudly of her childhood, the humorous things along with the many successes. While my speech had been planned and rehearsed many times in my head, I found myself telling of Courtney's lovely mother who sadly wasn't able share her upbringing. I looked over at my beautiful daughter as I wound up my speech, and I smiled. My Lovely Hannah "I can remember telling you when you were a child that your mother would be always looking down watching you. And I know she will be now, and she'll be every bit as proud of you as I am." Courtney looked at me for a few seconds with her great big eyes, then stepped forward and hugged me tightly. I could feel her little sobs and her tears on my neck as I held her. "Thank you dad. You're the best father in the world, and I love you very much." she whispered. I smiled, because I was the happiest man in the world too.