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Auction of Promises

By: captivate



Penelope had totally forgotten about the Auction. Her life was too hectic, too rushed to allow her the luxury of ordinary events.

Thinking back, she realized it had all begun years ago, in college. Her freshman roommate, Katherine, was her antithesis. They spent the first few weeks warily circling each other, not to sure how to co-exist in the tiny cell of their dorm room. Katherine was always perfectly dressed, perfectly groomed, perfectly on time. She met and fell in love with a perfect frat guy, and went about her day, perfectly happy.

Penelope was not perfect. She was short and a little pudgy, with features she hated. She didn't see the brightness of her soft brown eyes, the way her whole face lit up when she beamed a smile at someone. She thought her nose was too big and her dimples too deep. She found her roundness to be too much, and envied the women who effortlessly looked like sticks. But she was bright and clever, witty and so very charming. None of these traits seemed to attract shallow college men however, so Penny spent most of her days, and nights, alone.

One night, nearly October, Penelope came home to find her perfect roommate crying, mascara smeared down her perfect cheeks, blubbering into a wad of tissues. Between heart-wrenching sobs, Katherine poured out her perfectly broken heart to Penelope, sealing a friendship that would endure everything in years to come. From that night on, they were the best of friends, accepting the other's imperfections and loving each other wholeheartedly.

After college, Penny began working at an entry level job in a software company and quickly moved up into management. Katherine took a position in a very exclusive private school for young ladies, moving in the best circles of society, meeting the most eligible bachelors. When she met Robert Bennett March, her search ended and she happily agreed to be his wife.

Penelope had been maid of honor at Katherine's wedding. She had helped her move from one little apartment to another as Robert grew more successful. And she had been second in line to hear the news of her much-anticipated pregnancy. It had been Penelope who had stood in the waiting room, breathless to hear about her new niece or nephew. Penny was the third person to see and hold baby Meg, truly falling in love for the first time.

Over the years, Penny was a frequent visitor to the March household. She would arrive in time for breakfast, just to watch Meg open her adorable little mouth and eat her disgusting baby food. She took Meg to the zoo and the park and swimming lessons. Her heart melted when that tiny voice called out to 'Aunt Pelopothy'. There was nothing she wouldn't do for the child.

So, when Meg needed to sell tickets to the "Auction of Promises", Aunt Penny was right in line for the first ones. She bought tons of tickets, which pleased Meg. She beamed as she counted her money, sure that she would win the coveted prize for the most tickets sold. Penny quickly forgot the Auction, placing her wad of tickets in a box on the living room shelf. She even forgot the form she filled out, which asked for her most cherished wish. Penelope thought of the person she had searched for through the years, the man she always hoped she would find. She had whimsically described her Prince Charming, the man she had waited all her life to meet. After pensively re-reading the form, she placed it in the box with the tickets, forgetting it and continuing with her real life.

One night, there were tons of messages on her phone, most of them deletable. She listened with a smile to Meg's voice, calling repeatedly about something important, but never saying what it was. She called back, but got the machine at the March house. This went on for a few days, messages left at both households, never quite connecting with a real person, then Penelope forgot about it and went on with her busy, busy life.

After work one day, she stopped at the supermarket to buy something quick for dinner. She decided salad would be perfect and gathered all the ingredients for a huge one. She needed lemon juice for the dressing and pushed her cart in that direction, suddenly tired and eager to be home. Rounding the corner of that aisle, she saw an incredible man, gazing at the array of juices, with a smile on his face. He was tall, solidly built, with sandy hair and green eyes, behind wire-rimmed glasses, that just radiated delight in everything, even groceries. She took in his casual outfit, khakis shorts and a green Polo shirt. He wore white socks and sneakers, his long legs shapely, walker's legs. 

Penny shook her head, wondering when she became a woman who assessed every male she saw. Next, she would be checking out his ass! At that thought, she couldn't help looking at his ass in the well-fitted shorts, couldn't help noting that it was, indeed, a very nice ass. Penny laughed at herself and continued down the aisle, blushing at her thoughts.

He nodded to her as she passed and returned to his studies. Penny shook her head and forced herself to recite her grocery list, to get this chore done and get home. She reached for the lemon juice bottles and noted that, once again, her favorite brand was on the top shelf....the very high top shelf. She stretched for it, her fingers not even coming close to the prize. Then she tried to step on the bottom shelf, but it felt too unstable to her. As she gazed longingly at the lemon juice, imagining her salad without it, a hand reached past her and snagged a bottle, bringing it to her. It was the green-eyed man, graciously offering her the bottle. She smiled up at him, thanking him and taking the juice happily. He brushed off her thanks, his voice smooth and polished, his smile devastating.

Sighing, Penny walked away, thinking that he was exactly what she was looking for, and knowing she probably didn't even register with him. When she turned back, he was gone. "Yes," she thought, "gone home to his pretty little wife and adoring kids....." 

Penny finished her shopping, half hoping to see him again, bump into him on another aisle, where they could smile self-consciously. Alas, she didn't. She pushed her groceries to the check-out, suddenly weary of everything.....work, shopping, eating....it all seemed too overwhelming.

The next week was opening night for the opera season. This was one of her only personal splurges, tickets to the entire season. She loved opera, loved the drama and the beauty. She often sat upright in her seat, singing to herself as the characters moved about the stage. It transported her into a world of love and passion that she longed to feel.

As she settled into her seat, she happily glanced around. She was early, because her other great pleasure was people-watching. Opening night brought out all the beautiful people, all the gorgeously- dressed and coiffed women she usually only saw in the society pages. Tonight, as usual, she sat back and watched as the couples arrived, happily arm in arm, smiling up at each other. She was never sure if the smile was real or for the photographers, but it satisfied her hunger for romance to imagine all these men and women desperately in love.

The huge hall was filling quickly now. A lovely older couple was seated to her left, the woman smiling charmingly at Penelope. Her face seemed to glow, her eyes bright with happiness. She held her husband's hand, their fingers interlaced. Penny envied them. The only vacant seat on the entire row was on her right. The emptiness seemed to blossom for all the world to see. It said that she was alone, a single woman in a world of couples. Usually, it didn't bother her. She would just lose herself in the magic of the stage, indifferent to having a companion. But tonight, it seemed different. Maybe it was because everyone was with someone, everyone was part of a set. Except her. 

Penelope closed her eyes and took a deep breath, clearing these thoughts from her head. When she opened them again, someone was seated beside her. She just glanced over, then quickly looked again. It wasn't just someone....it was the green-eyed man from the grocery store. He looked so handsome in a dark suit with a beautifully patterned tie.

She was so happy she had taken a little extra time tonight. When she had arrived home from work, she had showered and dressed as if for a date. She was wearing her favorite "little black dress". It fit her well, emphasized the curves she usually tried to hide. She had always thought it was cut a little daringly around the neckline, but tonight she was happy that it did. Under it, she wore a new black lace bra that cupped and held her breasts high, giving her cleavage that the dress needed. She had also bought sheer black hosiery, that fit against her thighs and gave her short legs length, or so she hoped. Before leaving, she had sprayed her vanilla fragrance on her bare neck and chest, enjoying the softly enticing fragrance.

Now she was glad she had gone to so much trouble. Her heart pounded at the thought of this man, the man who intrigued her so much, sitting right beside her. While she never believed in 'signs', even she recognized that this certainly was one!

Penny inhaled quietly, recognizing immediately his scent, the same one that had filled her nostrils in the grocery store. She glanced at his hands, folded quietly in his lap. No wedding ring. Just long, graceful fingers on hands that looked perfect for hand-holding. Penny knew she should stop herself. It was just the romance of the opera, the couples, the loneliness in her life that made her mind wander like this. Hand-holding! The poor man had smiled at her once, helped her with a tiny problem. He probably didn't even remember her. The chances of holding hands with him were nil. 

The overture started. Both of them referred to the program, but it was obvious they didn't need it. The opening night performance was 'Lakme', a simple, melodic opera of a chance meeting and two people falling in love. The woman nursed the man who had been wounded by her father. The patient was a bit of a klutz, but she was very steady in her ministrations.

Intermission is not welcomed by true opera lovers. It shattered all concentration and brought everyone back into the real world. Penelope had even forgotten her seatmate, so lost was she in the beautiful love story. As the lights came up, she had to remind herself of where she was and why. With that re-orientation came new awareness of the man to her right. The man who was tall and solid and smelled so very clean and fresh. Their arms rested side by side and suddenly Penny was so very conscious of the warmth seeping through his suit jacket to her skin.

He stood, turning to her, offering his hand. He smiled at her, whispering, "Hi, Lemon Juice" with his deep voice. Penny beamed, pleased that he, too, remembered their meeting. She placed her small hand in his very capable-looking one and stood. They walked out of the aisle, into the crush of people, with him protectively guiding her. 

Penny had a brief vision of the two of them together, him so tall and handsome and fair, her so short and dark. For a moment, the vision looked so very right and perfect. Exactly the kind of perfection that followed her best friend, Katherine, everywhere she went.

Silently, they entered the crowded lobby, and he gently installed her in an empty corner, smiling as he offered to get her something to drink. She watched him walk away and marveled at his grace. He seemed heads taller than the others, much more handsome and clever and charming and..... She caught herself. She was not usually given to flights of whimsy, yet here she was, estatic over lemon juice! 

She stood quietly watching the beautiful people mingle, the kind of thing she loved doing at gatherings such as this. But she was distracted by thoughts of the man, the wonderful man, she was meeting tonight. She glanced up and could see him working his way back to her, moving easily through the crowd, his hands held high with glasses of jewel-red liquid. As he arrived in front of her, his already lovely smile turned dazzling. He handed her a glass of wine with a courtly flourish, almost bowing from the waist, or maybe she just imagined it.

"Madam, we have not been formally introduced. I am William. And I am delighted to meet you!"

"Oh, Sir, I am Penelope. It is wonderful to meet you. Tell me about yourself. What do you do, beside rescuing women in the lemon juice aisle?"

Amazingly, the conversation between them flowed. He seemed well-versed in almost anything she mentioned. They talked quietly, with very comfortable occasional silences. He seemed to enjoy people-watching as much as Penelope. He even fell easily into a game she liked to play. Often, at busy events, Penny would stand to the side and make up stories to go with each glamorous person nearby. Usually, she only entertained herself with this information, but tonight, she had someone to share it with. William. Wonderful William.

She found herself laughing happily as he spun a tale about the attractive blonde beside them. She added little tidbits, which made the story even better, and he looked at her appreciatively. They were in the middle of a particularly delightful story when the lobby lights dimmed and the crowd began moving for their seats.

Again, William took her elbow, guiding her through the throng. He leaned down to hear what she was saying, making Penny feel small and dainty. 

They settled into their seats, arms touching lightly on the armrest, and watched the curtain open for Act II. Again, the music and the performance swept them away to another world, and Penny forgot about William and the theater as she entered the magical world of the loving couple.

As the last aria ended and the curtains closed, Penelope was surprised to find herself in a theater with regular people. She had totally lost herself in the story and the music. It took her a moment to remember where she was. Beside her, William seemed to feel the same. They sat still, waiting for the crowd to exit the aisles. They remained sitting as the entire building became quiet and the lights dimmed.

Finally, William stood and, once again, offered his hand. He held Penny's hand as they walked up the aisle and into the lobby. They began talking again and, again, the words flowed. Penelope never wanted the evening to end, but knew it would. William walked with her, knowing somehow, where her car was parked. He walked unerringly to it, and stood beside it, still looking into her eyes and speaking in his wonderful, bone-warming, deep smooth voice.

Penny tried to concentrate, but all she could think of was his departure. She pictured him saying goodnight, turning, walking away, out of her life. It saddened her, yet, was inevitable.

When she heard the words, it startled her. She wasn't sure if she had imagined it or if he truly said goodnight. Then he took her hand, bending low, kissing it softly. She felt the skin below his lips glow. He waited for her to unlock the door, get into the car, and start the car. Then with a smile and a wave, he turned to go.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Auction of Promises Ch. 02



Penny tried to concentrate, but all she could think of was William's departure. She pictured him saying goodnight, turning, walking away, out of her life. It saddened her, yet, was inevitable. 

When she actually heard the words, they startled her. She wasn't sure if she had imagined it or if he truly said goodnight. Then he took her hand, bending low, kissing it softly. She felt the skin below his lips glow. He waited for her to unlock the door, get into the car, and start the motor. Then, with a smile and a wave, he turned to go. 

She watched him as he walked away, all grace and balance, not even realizing the tears were falling, until one hit her hand. She looked down in surprise, just for a second. When she looked up again, he was gone. 

Penelope scanned the entire area, but he had disappeared. She felt the goosebumps on her arms and neck, wondering where he had gone. She waited a moment, then put the car into gear and drove home, slowly, reliving the entire evening. The music pounded in her head, the all-consuming love story running through her mind. 

At home, she removed her finery; beautiful lingerie no man had ever seen. "Let's face it, Penny, no man ever will!" she said out loud. She slipped into her soft running shorts and loose t-shirt, removed her make up and crawled into bed, again reliving the evening. She fell asleep with visions of William walking through the crowds, heads above everyone, carrying wine to her, smiling at her, looking at her. 

In the morning, she laughed at her whimsical thoughts. She reminded herself it was a chance meeting...ok, two chance meetings that really meant nothing. Her life would continue as before. She had her life, dammit! She had Katherine and Robert and sweet Meg. She had her work. She had...ok, that was enough! She was content with her life, she always had been. She knew other women found their happiness in some man, but that wasn't her. She was a woman who stood alone, didn't need all those silly emotions clogging up her days. She really didn't have time for flights of fancy or mysterious men who came and went at will! She shook her head one more time, for good measure, clearing it of all romantic love stories and chance meetings with charming men. And she set out to continue her life. 

At first, despite her best intentions, she looked for William everywhere. He might be parking near her car or going to the same drugstore. But he wasn't. He might be buying groceries for dinner. But he wasn't. He might decide to pick up some great chinese food for dinner. But he didn't. 

Over the next few days, her expectations of seeing William slowly dwindled. Finally, one day, she forgot to look for him, she forgot to hope to see his smiling face and beautiful green eyes. It was a cool, sunny afternoon and Penelope left the office early, intent on getting out into the fresh air. There was a lake near her office, in the center of a beautiful, lush park. From her high office window, she often saw people walking around it. Some were very serious walkers, with heads down and legs pumping, circling the perimeter, oblivious to the beauty around them. Some were young lovers, so involved with each other that they were oblivious to everything, beauty or otherwise. And some, the ones she longed to join, circled and observed, enjoyed the greenery and the clear water, the bright blue sky, the fresh breeze. Those walkers always made her want to be with them. She had even brought some comfortable clothes for her walk, but had never really found the time to leave work and just enjoy the afternoon. 

Today, though, the day she gave up on William, was the day she decided she needed to go, needed to join the people who enjoyed life and savored it completely. She wanted to be one of the people who embraced it fully. Today, she would walk. She locked her office door and changed into her 'walking' clothes. She left instructions for her assistant and walked away from all her concerns. She planned to slip away quietly, to just go out and enjoy the day and the lake. She succeeded, riding down in the empty elevator, almost giddy with happiness at her unexpected holiday. 

She energetically strode across the park, feeling her muscles begin to stretch and burn slightly. She breathed deeply, enjoying the scent of freshly-mown grass and the clear, pure air. When she reached the edge of the lake, she paused, just inhaling the absolutely perfect day. She turned to begin her walk and nearly tripped over William, who was standing next to her at that very moment. 

All her vows flew from her head. She was so delighted to see him again, to look into his beautiful green eyes and feel his smile warm her, that she totally forgot that she had dismissed him from her very full life. She smiled tentatively, caught once again in his orbit. He reached out, touching her arm, happy to see her as well. They didn't speak, but turned together and began walking, side by side, keeping perfect step. 

Penelope was sure she could recognize his scent, although the air was redolent with nature's smells. She could feel his warm skin near her, feel his aura surrounding her, keeping her safe. Still they didn't speak. If she saw a particularly beautiful flower, she only had to look at it and knew that William had seen it too. They walked in unison, as if they did it every day and were used to the other's rhythms. They circled once around the lake at a comfortable pace, neither feeling the need to talk. As they reached their starting point, they slowed. They stopped at the edge of the lake, both entranced by the beauty of the amazing day. 

William spoke first. She closed her eyes to inhale his smooth voice, so she could feel it in her soul. He spoke as if they had never spent time apart. He asked about her days, about her work, about things they had mentioned before. It flowed so smoothly. Again, without comment or plan, they turned to walk away, toward a hotdog stand in the shade of the trees. William took her arm, helping her over some uneven grass, then kept his hand there, warming her entire body. 

At the stand, William ordered for both of them, glancing at her for her approval. Indeed, he ordered perfectly. A foot-long hot dog with lots of sauerkraut and ketchup, cream soda with lots of ice, and a large bag of curly fries. Exactly what she wanted and would have ordered herself. They took their food to a bench in the sun, sitting apart and turning toward each other. They ate, talking happily about so many things. Once, William reached over and gently cleaned a little ketchup smear from her chin. The sun was setting and the park was emptying. Soon, it seemed they were the only ones there, the only ones anywhere. The vendor packed up his cart and rolled away. Still, they sat together, watching the sun set over the lake, watching the colors paint the sky, too incredibly beautiful to be real. It was an easy silence too. Everything seemed easy with him. Everything seemed better. 

Penelope found herself wishing he wouldn't just disappear again, but knowing he would. As they sat, admiring the show nature was providing, she felt William take her hand. His wonderful, capable hand, holding hers! She was looking at the sky, but picturing the two of them, sitting together, holding hands, looking content and happy. Her heart ached for this to be a true picture, not just a fleeting whimsy. As the sun disappeared, the air grew cooler and Penny shivered. William immediately pulled her close, holding her against his warmth, offering her shelter. Penny felt such happiness, she almost purred. 

Of course, it had to end. Wonderful things always ended for Penelope. It seemed only seconds later that darkness completely fell and William stood, offering his hand. They walked hand in hand to her building. He waited while she took out her key and entered the building. He remained on the sidewalk, smiling into her eyes, filling her heart with warmth. 

"I have tickets for a show tomorrow night. Would you like to come with me?" he asked. Penny felt her heart pound, thrilled that he wouldn't walk away and disappear again. Her mind raced and her thoughts tumbled. Then she quickly blurted out that tomorrow night would be perfect. They arranged a time for him to pick her up for dinner and she turned to go into her building. Then she remembered he didn't have her address. She turned to tell him....and he was gone. No sign of him anywhere on the street. He had vanished again! 

She worried about it all night, wondering how he could possibly arrive at her house for a date when he didn't know where it was. The next day, Penelope was sure that William wouldn't show, and spent her office hours sadly looking out the window and wondering why her life couldn't just run smoothly this one time. After work, she soaked for a long time in a vanilla bubble bath, listing all the reasons why he wouldn't pick her up tonight. She dressed with William in mind, even though she was sure he would never see her all 'dolled up' for him. As she donned her pretty lingerie and second best dressy dress, she told herself she was being foolish, preparing for a date that couldn't possibly happen. He didn't even know her last name! 

Yet, at the appointed time, he rang her bell and stood, all handsome and ....William, on her front porch. She asked him how he found her address and he smoothly told her about checking this place and calling that person. Remarkably, Penny felt it made sense and accepted it. 

As they drove to the restaurant, she asked about his work. When he said he was in human relations, she accepted that too. She wanted to accept everything about him. It was so easy to do. William was probably the nicest man she had ever met. She felt safe and protected with him, instinctively knew that no harm could come to her while in his company. 

Dinner was fantastic. The food was delicious, impeccably served. The ambience was inviting, the company superb. They even had time for a few dances before leaving for the theater. Being in William's arms was everything Penelope had thought it would be. He held her just right, and his hand felt warm and comforting on hers. His arm around her was perfect, just the right pressure and strength. Even the music seemed to be selected from her own collection of songs, and she happily hummed along as they whirled around the dance floor. 

Too soon, it was time to leave for the theater. Penelope felt as if she was floating, walking out of the restaurant with William. They rode in silence to the theater, each lost in their own thoughts. It was a comfortable silence, though, one neither felt they had to break. They parked around the corner from the theater, walking together, hand in hand, to the box office. Penny had never asked what they were going to see and was pleasantly surprised to see FUNNY GIRL on the marquee. It was one of her favorites. It actually meant a lot to her, because she always fancied herself the ugly duckling no one would ever want. 

William had great seats, the center of the orchestra section, near the stage. They moved along the row, settled in, and waited for the magic to begin. They weren't disappointed. The actors were so good, so believable, that they both had to force themselves back to reality at intermission. They walked together to the lobby and William, once again, moved gracefully through the crowd to get refreshments. When he returned, he immediately began playing the game they had begun at the opera. He leaned close to her, listened intently, and appeared captivated by her. Penelope had never felt so special. 

The rest of the play was equally enjoyable. Afterwards, William offered his arm and began to walk away from the parking garage and his car. They circled the block, totally wrapped in each other, neither wanting the night to end. But, of course, it had to. 

Eventually, William walked back to his car and drove Penelope home. He walked her to her front door, holding her arm as if she were precious china. At the door, he placed his warm hand on her cheek, and leaned down to kiss her. It was a marvelous kiss, not too invasive, but very personal and intimate. Penny kept thinking that he tasted so good, so right, so...William. He held her close for a moment, and she could feel his heart beating beneath her cheek. 

With a sigh, he moved away, his hands lingering on her arms. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, whispering goodnight. 

Penelope closed the door, leaning against it, thinking of her dream evening. Everything had been perfect. William even liked the same song she did, singing along with her on the ride home. Slowly, she went to her room, removing her finery that once again no one had seen, the song playing in her head. "I am woman, you are man, I am smaller so you can be taller than...."

For some reason, tonight, Penelope didn't feel like an ugly duckling. For some reason, she was beginning to believe in fairy tales..... 

TO BE CONTINUED..... 



Auction of Promises Ch. 03



For some reason, she was beginning to believe in fairy tales..... 

It started so slowly, she almost didn't notice it, but Penny's life began to change. At work, she was suddenly the star. She had always been sharp and full of good ideas, but now, her ideas were absolutely brilliant, causing her superiors to take a second and third look at her and wonder why she wasn't one of them. She was promoted once, then again, then a third time, until she was comfortably ensconced in the upper echelon of the company. It felt right to her, spending her days helping the company grow and become recognized for its innovative thinking.

Then, over time, she looked into the mirror and finally made peace with what she saw there. Her lush curves no longer annoyed her, now she saw them as pleasing. Suddenly, her dark hair and eyes, her pretty dimples, even her petite size seemed right and good. She shopped for new clothes, confidently looking into the mirror and approving of the woman she was.

If there was anything in her life that wasn't perfect, it was her lack of time to spend with Meg. It seemed she never had a moment now to go by the house and listen to Meg's tales of school and her friends. She couldn't go to the soccer games and cheer for her. She missed the afternoons at dance rehearsal, watching Meg twirl around on her toes. When she actually had a moment to pause, she missed Katherine, Robert and Meg very much.

But she didn't have very many of those moments. Her life was so much fuller now. She sometimes wondered how she had felt busy before. Now she had a wonderful career, something she had always wanted. Now she had new friends, as the other managers began to demand her time for work and social events. Best of all, now there was William. He seemed to be everywhere. Beside their increasingly frequent dates, it seemed he was anywhere she was. They shared so many interests, attended the same esoteric club meetings. At first, she wondered about it. Then, like all the other great things happening in her life, she just accepted it and enjoyed the serendipity.

William was a loving suitor. He never crossed the line or became a nuisance, but he was attentive and caring in a way Penelope had only dreamed of before. He sent small, thoughtful gifts at unexpected times, making her smile. His calls were never intrusive, but just long enough and often enough for Penny to feel important to him. 

She found herself happy most of the time now. She hummed to herself as she walked around her house, she sang aloud when alone in her car. Sometimes, when she was with William, she would have a song playing in her head, and he would start singing the same song in his lovely, rich voice.

He always called or asked politely for the next date, as if there was any doubt about her desires. The dates themselves were things of wonder. He seemed to know the kind of things that would delight her. No routine dinner and a movie for them; William's dates were marvels of surprise.

They walked in the park regularly now. The hot dog vendor Joe, knew their names and prepared their meal before they even reached him. William took her skating, patiently helping her learn to keep her balance and move forward at the same time. He loved musicals as much as she did, and surprised her with really great seats to many productions she had longed to see. He found book signings with writers she enjoyed, surprising her once with dinner with the author. Even renting a movie and having take- out chinese was a treat. She had never met anyone who had the same taste as she did in old movies. If it was William's turn to bring the video, she was sure it would be something she wanted to see or couldn't wait to see again.

He was still a mystery to her in many ways. His job seemed to allow him unlimited time to woo her, his schedule corresponded with her own so many times. He wasn't flashy or ostentatious, but she knew he had money and didn't mind spending it. He was so gentlemanly, so polite, so considerate. He made her feel precious and loved.

As the days passed, Penelope felt more and more sure of his love. He didn't rush her, didn't pressure her to declare her feelings, but, everyday, he let her know how much he cared. She spent her hours, happily working or talking or meeting, but William was always on her mind, always in her heart. She knew she loved him, knew she wanted to have him in her life forever.

He didn't pressure her in other ways either. Night after night, they went out together. And, night after night, he brought her home, walking her to the door, kissing her, holding her close. Each night, the kisses grew a little longer and more passionate, the caresses a little more intimate. It grew harder and harder for her to tell him goodnight and send him away. She knew he was waiting for some signal from her, but she was totally inexperienced in the dating world, and unsure how to proceed. She tried to call Katherine, the person who would have perfect advice for her, but was always just a minute too late to reach her.

Penelope turned to Julie, a woman she had met at the office and had come to cherish as a good and trusted friend. Penny and Julie had been lunching together for quite a while now, and Julie had heard so much about William and knew his importance in Penny's life. She had already decided that William was the perfect man for Penny and was happy to help keep him in her friend's life. Julie listened intently, nodding her head sagely many times. When Penny finished her story, blushing and stammering, Julie spoke.

"He is waiting for you to take the lead, Penny. He doesn't want to rush you, which is a good sign. Guys who are this patient tend to be in a relationship for the long haul. He is interested in forever, Penny, not just one night. He needs to know you are ready. You are ready, aren't you? When I met my Jim, I felt the same way. He was my knight in shining armor; he was everything I had ever wanted. It would please me so much to help you with William, to make you as happy as I am."

Then, Julie helped Penelope plan the next date with her sweet William.

Saturday was their monthly opera night. William had bought season tickets for her as a birthday present, a frequent reminder of their first night together. Penelope shopped carefully for the perfect clothing to wear that night. She wanted everything to be exactly right. She entered store after store, trying on everything, critically examing the results in the mirror. Finally, pleased with the results, she happily carried her purchases home.

That day, she went about her regular activities, cleaning house, doing laundry, listening to music, while in her mind, she planned the evening. She wanted everything to be absolutely right. Finally, it was time to get ready. She ran a bath, adding a large handful of vanilla bath beads. She shed her grungy housecleaning clothes and stepped into the warm tub, sinking down with a sigh. She rested her head and thought about William, replaying all the wonderful times they had already shared, fast-forwarding to the exciting times ahead. As the water began to cool, she washed her skin with fragrant vanilla soap, imagining William's hands moving along her flesh, touching her. Her heart began to race at the thought of sharing herself with William. She knew she would finally find out what lovemaking was all about. Penny was glad she had waited, tonight would mean so much more than a meaningless romp with a virtual stranger. Tonight would mean everything.

Penelope stepped from the tub, wrapping herself in a thick towel. She applied her makeup lightly, knowing that William preferred the real her. When she walked into the bedroom, she let the towel drop to the floor as she began dressing for her date. She had purchased new lingerie, sure that this time it would be seen and appreciated. She stepped into the black lace panties and garter belt. The black lace demi-bra made her breasts look even fuller. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she carefully slipped into the sheer black hosiery, clipping them in place with the garters. She stood before the full-length mirror, amazed at how sexy everything looked. She had never thought of herself as sexy or desirable...not before William. Now, she was pleased with her appearance, content with her body. 

Her dress hung in the closet. Sliding open the door, she removed it and carefully placed it on the bed. It was a little black dress in the best sense of the term. When she had tried it on at the store, it had seemed made for her and she couldn't resist it. Now, looking at it, Penny knew she had made the right choice. It was a beautiful silk crepe, softly draped over her breasts, fitting her snugly to the waist, then falling in gentle gathers to her knees. The black stockings made her legs look extremely shapely and the black high-heeled sandals gave her a stature that felt odd to her.

She wore her dark hair down, soft curls brushing her bare shoulders, sending shivers through her body. Penelope felt electrified, as if every inch of her body was hyper-sensitive. 

William was prompt; he always was. He kissed her sweetly, told her how lovely she looked, then led her to the car, helping her into it, closing the door firmly. The drive to the Opera House was filled with conversation, they always had something to talk about. Tonight, they were going to see 'Capriccio', the story of Madeleine and the men who loved her. It was one of Penny's favorites.

They enjoyed the music, the story. Holding hands through the first act, they were transported to the world of birthday parties, intrigues, and unrequited love. At intermission, they walked together to the lobby and played their game as they sipped wine. William leaned down attentively, watching her lips as she spoke, touching her hand or arm frequently. When the lights began blinking, he protectively led her to their seats, continuing to hold her hand throughout the second act. 

Penny wanted to lose herself in the story again, but she was becoming more and more nervous, thinking about her hopes for the end of the evening and the beginning of her life with William. She wasn't sure how to proceed, how to let him know that she wanted to make love tonight, not stop chastely as they usually did. She felt hot, then cold. She shivered. William instinctively wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. Penny felt like crying; it was all so overwhelming. She wondered how other women did it, made this very important decision, knew that this one was 'the one'.

Too soon, the opera ended. Penelope was quiet on the drive home, suddenly too frightened and unsure to continue with her plan. William walked her to the door, but tonight, sensing something was wrong, invited himself inside. They sat on the couch, with a glass of wine in their hands, and still Penny didn't speak or even look into William's beautiful eyes. He knew something was bothering her and he wanted to help, wanted to fix it for her. He waited patiently for her to tell him, to unburden her lovely heart to him, but still she sat silently, looking so frightened.

Finally, he took her wine from her, set both glasses on the table, and pulled her close. He inhaled her sweetness, felt her soft hair beneath his cheek, her warmth filling him with happiness. He knew he wanted to stay with her, near her, for the rest of his life. He turned his head and kissed her hair, moving his mouth to her forehead, nose, cheeks, chin. As he moved, he left kisses on her fragrant, soft skin, wanting to mark her as his own. On her cheeks, he felt tears and licked them away. He pulled back, finding her eyes on him, dark and frightened.

"Please, dear heart, tell me what is wrong. If it is possible, I will fix it for you. I love you, my darling Penelope. I love you and want to be with you. I want to grow old with you, holding your hand as we watch our days pass. Let me help you now. Please!" His voice was soft and loving, his arms around penny were comforting and warm. 

She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart beating so reassuringly. She loved him. And she wanted him. She wanted to be with him in every way. Suddenly, it didn't seem so overwhelming. She just had to tell him, show him how much she cared and how much she wanted to share herself with him. She looked up, her eyes full of love and trust. Her arms went around his neck, her mouth searched for his as her eyes drifted close. When their lips met, she felt she was home. She opened her mouth to him, inviting him to enter her. His tongue ran over her lips, sending tingles through her body, making her melt. He slipped into the corners of her mouth, probing there, making her moan. She kept trying to get closer to him, to feel his body against hers. Her fingers twisted into his hair, her breath was nearly non-existent as he continued to kiss her thoroughly. 

William's palms were on her cheeks, then sliding down her neck, feeling the warm satin of her flesh, embracing her with his beautiful hands. He gently massaged her bare shoulders, his fingers probing and delving, when before they had been so reticent. Penny was torn between getting even closer to him and pulling back to allow him access to all of her. She wanted to see what happened next, and felt ready for that step. She was breathing rapidly now, her body flushed, her eyes dilated with desire. Her fingers moved over his back, trying to find warm flesh to caress, a primal desire overtaking her. 

Her mouth searched for his, like a nursing baby, and she almost cried when he moved away from her. She blindly sought him again, her hands gripping his arms and pulling him closer. Reconnecting with him, she sighed happily and rubbed against his chest with her aching breasts, suddenly needing to feel his hands on them, easing the pain. She didn't know how to do it, how to let him know what she wanted from him. She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes with all the desire she felt for him, hoping he would understand and help her.

William looked at this incredible woman, his darling, and wanted everything too. His hands reached behind her, finding the zipper and pulling it carefully. Penny wanted to scream with impatience, but simply nodded, whispering words of love and desire, encouraging him to continue. It seemed to take forever, but her dress finally fell to her waist and her full breasts were exposed. She was breathing so rapidly, so erratically, he felt concern. Then he looked into her face and saw the absolute trust, the total desire there, and forgot his worries. His fingers lightly traced the delicate straps of the black bra. He ran one fingertip along the lacy edge, feeling her firm, warm flesh for the first time. She waited, again not sure what to do, how to proceed. William seemed mesmerized by just the sight of her, but she needed more. She wanted him to unhook the little bra, take it from her, and feel her aching nipples, hold them in his powerful hands. 

Penelope didn't know what she wanted beyond that, quite what to expect. She just knew if he would finally touch her, she could be content. Poor Penny didn't know that the more he touched her, the more she would need his touch. She didn't realize that she had just barely entered the world of desire, need, longing. She imagined that this incredible craving would be quenched by one touch, one evening of satisfaction.

William continued his slow exploration of her upper body. He lightly traced her shoulders, her neck, her throat with the pounding pulse. He kissed her there, making her moan softly. They were completely entwined, and still trying to get closer to each other. William found the tiny clasp and opened it with remarkable skill, freeing Penny's breasts. He feasted on the sight of them, delighting in the beauty before him. Then he bowed his head, placing a gentle kiss between the orbs. His breath was hot on her skin, yet she shivered with longing. His fingers moved lightly over her distended nipples, causing her to cry out, repeating his name over and over.

Finally, William bent over her, taking her taut, pink nipple into his warm mouth. He closed his lips over it and began to gently suck on it, causing Penny to arch her back and moan. She kept one hand in his hair, holding him to her breasts, while the other began to search for him, wanting to give him the same pleasure. William was nearly lost in the joy of touching her for the first time, knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But he couldn't quite lose himself. There was a thought nagging at him, one that wouldn't be denied. No matter how much he wanted to totally immerse himself in the moment, he just couldn't. Sighing, he pulled away, moved beyond her touch.

It took a moment for Penny to realize her loss. Then she opened her eyes, searching for him, wanting him near her again. The look on his face stopped her. Sadly, she sat up straighter and pulled up her dress, waiting for the words she knew would break her heart. She was sure he didn't really want her, that he didn't want this, not the way she did. She waited, already mourning the loss of William. She was so sure that his words completely surprised her.

"I love you, Penelope. I love you so much. Marry me, my darling. I will make you happy and keep you safe and be the happiest man on earth. But, if you agree to marry me, I have one request. I want this....all of this...to wait until our wedding night. Which will be very soon, I promise!"

Penny just stared, unsure of what she had heard. She had expected him to say he had made a mistake, that he didn't want her after all. It took her a moment to understand exactly what he had said. He loved her! He wanted to marry her! AND he wanted her too, but wanted to make love to her as his wife....his wife!

"Yes, please. I want to be your wife, your partner. Yes, yes, yes! I want to wait too. We have our entire lives to make love. Yes, William, yes!"

TO BE CONTINUED....... 



Auction of Promises Ch. 04



"I want this...all of this...to wait until our wedding night. Which will be very soon, I promise!" 

Amazingly, it did happen as William predicted. He seemed to have an endless supply of people to help, to make phone calls and to get things scheduled.

The only thing that didn't go well was Kathryn. Penny had been unable to reach more than voice mail in months. It was important to her to share her happiness, but she always seemed to just miss everyone in that very busy household. She did leave multiple messages, trying to express her joy and contentment. She also made very adamant calls to assure Kathryn that she was the only person who could possibly be her matron of honor and she wanted Meg to be her flower girl. So, she called frequently, leaving detailed information of what she was doing, how the plans were going, and how incredibly happy she was. Unable to reach Kathryn, Penelope and Julie spent hours looking through magazines, going shopping, and talking to all of the married women in the company for ideas and suggestions.

Penny had read about 'Bridezillas' and didn't want to become one. With William at her side, it seemed unlikely she would. Everything went so smoothly. Sometimes, she felt she only mentioned something and it happened. The small church on the lake was immediately booked for the ceremony. The flowers she didn't know the name of, but loved, were actually in season just in time. The best caterers were secured for the reception. After scouring every bridal magazine and store in the area, the very dress that she fell in love with was available in her size and didn't even require alterations. One by one, the items on the list were checked off, moving her wedding day, and wedding night, closer.

William was invaluable. He seemed to have a never-ending supply of great ideas and delighted in all the wedding planning. They saw each other daily, always returning to their own beds every night. It seemed right, somehow, to wait to share lovemaking until after they were married, to spend their first night together after pledging their vows.

That doesn't mean they weren't tempted. Soon after his first proposal, William came to Penny's office and fell to one knee, proclaiming his love for her in front of all her very curious co-workers. He held out his hand and a small velvet box. Inside was the most perfect ring Penny had ever seen. The band was a delicate gold filigree, the stone sparkling. It fit exactly. She blushingly accepted his proposal again and he placed the ring on her left ring finger, bending to kiss her hand softly. All the women oooohed and aaahed. All the men rolled their eyes. But Penny and William were oblivious. After being congratulated by everyone, they slipped into her office, closing and locking the door, creating a private world for just the two of them. 

William pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her, inhaling her scent, and bending to kiss her. The problem seemed to be that one kiss was never enough. Soon, they were entwined on her roomy leather couch, kissing and touching, trying to get even closer. Her clothes had a way of falling open, or off, when she was alone with William. Today was no different. Within minutes, her shirt had come open and her bra was undone and William's face was buried against her, making her moan and arch her back. He ran his tongue up the shallow space between her breasts, sliding playfully up and down the slopes of her full orbs. She could feel his warm breath on her flesh, and her nipples reacted to his nearness, hardening and aching for him. His fingers closed over one distended nipple, while his mouth fed on the other. By now, they were lying on the couch, William over Penny, their bodies mashed together from the waist down. He took her hands and held them over her head, and began teasing her breasts; one, then the other. He sucked and nipped, licked and kissed, moving his head back and forth as if torn between them. Penelope watched him with passion-drugged eyes, tiny moans escaping her open mouth. This was something they did frequently, but it never ceased to excite her almost beyond control. She could feel his erection against her and pushed up to it, rubbing her fevered body along the length of it. Her rational mind knew they were waiting for their wedding night, but her body wanted more now.

"Just let me touch your face, love. Please? Release my hands so I can touch you. I need to hold your face, touch your beautiful face," she pleaded. William released her hands and, true to her word, she caressed his cheeks and hair. Then, she slyly slid one hand between them, trying to capture the hardness of his cock in her palm. She almost made it, but William knew it would be his undoing. If he felt her sweet, innocent hand on his erection, there would be no stopping. He pulled up and away so quickly it startled Penny, leaving her alone on the couch. 

He moved to the window, looking out at the lake, allowing her some time to compose herself. Soon, she walked up behind him and embraced him, holding him close, her lips on his back. She softly whispered to him, words of love and passion. They stood that way for a few minutes, then William turned, and pulled her close, resting his chin on her head, inhaling her singular fragrance. They separated and began to discuss their supper plans, both trying to ignore the episode on the couch. 

William left soon after that and Penny sat at her desk, admiring her ring and still feeling William's questing mouth on her breasts. She knew they had decided to wait, that they both really wanted to wait, but she also wanted to know the next step, feel the next step. Her thoughts were completely focused on William, the things they did, and the things they didn't do.

After work, she went home and pulled off her office clothes, running a warm bubble bath and settling in to soak. Vanilla scented the air and the room was warm and muggy. She leaned back in the tub, her mind and fingers drifting. She thought of William, his mouth and hands touching her, and she had to feel him again. Her palms slid over her slick breasts and her nipples hardened. She brushed her thumbs lightly over the engorged nipples and felt the ache begin deep inside. This was the same ache that William created every time he touched her! She continued touching, exploring, testing her body. It was amazing that the feelings were rushing back, the incredible sensation of going to a precipice and not being sure what would happen next. 

Her eyes were closed and she became unaware of everything except the blood pounding in her head, the heat coursing through her tense body. She continued to move her palms, sliding them down her fevered flesh, moving to the epicenter of the heat. She slowly moved her fingertips into her damp curlies, combing them and sending shivers of delight throughout her body. Slowly, her fingers slid up and down the swollen slit she discovered there. She moved so slowly, so carefully, wanted to stay on this edge, this dangerous edge, as long as possible. Taking a deep breath, she slid her finger deeper, deep into the pinkness she imagined there. With her eyes still closed, she began to explore. A tiny bump, an area of silken tissue, an opening that led into her deepest place. She began again, allowing her finger to slide into the opening, feeling fullness there for the very first time. She knew enough to know that this was where William would be, filling her, making her a woman for the very first time. It was pleasant enough, but not earth-shattering. She wondered what all the excitement was about. Then, she moved her finger to the little bump. Again, she knew the terms and the hype, but it was, after all, just a little bump! Her hesitant fingertip circled it, moved over it, then circled it again. Hmmm, that wasn't too bad. She did it again, a little faster. With her eyes closed, her entire being centered on the tiny bump, she began to understand. Her hips were moving slowly in the water, the bubbles seeming to sway. She added a second finger, moving more knowledgeably over the little piece of flesh that held so many sensations. Around and around, her fingers began to twirl. Then, when she thought she couldn't stand it any more, she flicked it, like a light switch. That made her jump! She couldn't stop now, she had to see what the outcome would be, what would happen if she continued playing with that tiny bit of flesh. Her entire body was tense, tight, ready for what would come next. Her fingers kept up their play, moving faster now, the water whirling over her. She wasn't sure what would happen, but she knew she couldn't miss it. 

She held her breath, concentrating on the movement of her fingers and the incredible sensations that were flooding her previously innocent body. She felt herself tighten even more, she felt her legs lock in place, knew her heart was pounding, and still her fingers flew over that button, her clit. Then, unexpectedly, it happened. She was overtaken by waves of pulsing joy, her entire body caught up in the pleasure that overcame her. Her other hand moved to her chest and she found her nipples even harder, tighter and aching. As her breathing returned to normal, she continued to move her hand over her clit, continued the stimulation that was giving her such pleasure. Her body moved rhythmically in the water, and she heard herself moaning aloud from the sensations. She slowed her fingers, now lightly stroking that tiny mound, not ready to completely stop stroking.

She took a deep breath, her hand still resting lightly between her legs. Amazing! This is what she had ahead of her, only with William taking the lead, William's hand there, touching her so intimately. She blushed at the thought, suddenly wishing they hadn't agreed to wait. The wedding was still several weeks away and now she was unwilling to be deprived of the pleasures that William promised her.

As she began organizing her thoughts, trying to make a plan to include William in this joy, she finished bathing and climbed from the tub. She wrapped herself in a thick towel and looked into the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes bright. Yes, she wanted more of this, and wanted to share it with William. She just had to figure out how. 

She decided that her best chance was to go slowly. William loved her breasts, loved suckling on them, and making her moan with pleasure. He had great control, and seemed content with just that. She had been too, when she didn't know what else could happen. Now she knew, and she wanted more. That night, she dressed slowly, her mind on the desire she had for William and the things she wanted to learn. 

For weeks, she and Julie had been shopping for her honeymoon finery. Penny had a drawer full of beautiful, gossamer clothing that she had selected with William in mind. Tonight, she decided she wouldn't wait to share a few of the items. She touched the dainty lingerie gently, her heart pounding at her thoughts. She began dressing, imagining William watching her. First, she dressed in delicate, creamy underthings. A demi-bra, all lace and promises and satin panties that emphasized her lush curves. She hesitated in front of the closet, trying to decide what could be removed faster, a dress or slacks. Penny wanted the natural passion that she and William shared to carry them further, to not stop as it usually did.

Tonight was take-out and a movie, William's choice. He would arrive soon, his arms full of goodies, smiling to see her, making her heart pound with absolute joy. She didn't really have to dress up, she could wear something easy to remove, something that might even entice the stalwart William. She finally chose lounging pajamas, made of creamy silk, soft and cool against her fevered flesh, with buttons for William to open; draw-string pants for him to untie. 

Penny blushed at her thoughts, but was resolute. She wanted William and wasn't content to wait any longer. She wanted to feel him touching her, making her quiver with delight.

She moved around her apartment, lighting candles and dimming lights. She set out plates and silverware for dinner, she fluffed the pillows on the couch. Then she curled into the corner of the sofa and imagined the night ahead. She felt her body responding to her erotic thoughts and couldn't wait for William to arrive and the evening to begin.

Promptly at 7, the doorbell rang and she looked out on William's beaming face. Her heart raced, her body heated and she stiffened her resolve. Tonight she and William would continue the seduction, she would feel his hands touching her, losing herself in him.

TO BE CONTINUED... 



Auction of Promises Ch. 05



Penelope wanted William and wasn't content to wait any longer. Tonight was the night.

She opened the door and moved close to help William with his bundles. She let her breasts press into his arm, just for a second, then moved toward the kitchen. He followed her, placing the video on the table and reaching for her, but she slipped easily from his arms, laughing and beginning to serve dinner.

Of course, he brought her favorite Chinese food. He had been teaching her to use chopsticks and, by now, there was even the possibility she wouldn't starve if she had to feed herself exclusively with them. She was getting good at eating even small things, like rice. 

He also brought one of her favorite movies, "Return to Me". It was sad and romantic and funny. She had been recommending it for several weeks. They filled their plates and moved into the living room, settling near each other on the couch and beginning the film. 

As delicious as dinner was, William's head was full of the soft vanilla scent that meant Penelope to him. She was lovely tonight, her dark coloring complimented by the pale clothing, her face flushed and her eyes particularly bright. The pajamas seemed to glow in the candle-lit room. He ran his hand up her arm, enjoying the smooth silkiness of the fabric, but knowing it was nothing compared to Penny's warm flesh. He forced himself to concentrate on the movie, knowing it was Penny's favorite. He couldn't help feeling something was different tonight. His Penelope seemed....sizzling. There was something about her, something new and surprising. He felt his cock stirring at the memory of the afternoon and her little hand reaching for him, wanting him. He wondered how they were going to wait until the wedding night, then he wondered if he really wanted to.

The movie was ending. Their empty plates were on the coffee table; they were sipping wine and enjoying the hoped-for reunion of the lovers. Penny was sniffling softly, her eyes glued to the TV. Again, William was overwhelmed by her soft, seductive fragrance. He reached for her hand and held it in his larger one, reminded once again how it reached for him earlier today. He wished now she had attained her goal. He wanted, no, he needed to feel her touching him. When he had suggested waiting for their wedding night, he hadn't known how difficult it would be. He had underestimated his need for her. 

The movie ended as William was lost in thought. Penny stood up and began clearing the dishes, carrying everything to the kitchen. William joined her, helping her put away the extra food, rinse the plates, load the dishwasher. He poured more wine for them, and started the CD player. When he re-entered the kitchen, he turned Penny to him and opened his arms. She moved against him and they began to dance, her head resting on his chest, her hand securely in his. She could hear his heart beating and snuggled closer to him. His hand rested on her satiny back, moving up and down, caressing her. 

Penny looked up at the face she held so dear. He leaned down to kiss her, just once, just to taste those delicious lips. The dancing stopped. All movement stopped except for their tongues, which played games with each other, teasing and sliding and probing. Penny was on her tiptoes, trying to get closer, holding his body tightly. William was bent over her, his lips opened and inviting, his kisses filling Penny with need. 

Without saying a word, they moved together to the bedroom. Penny's eyes were huge and trusting, she wanted whatever was about to happen. William had no doubts, he wanted it too.

They moved to her bed and sat together. This seemed right, sitting beside each other, holding each other. Neither spoke. As if magnetized, their mouths moved together, each turning slightly, fitting together. These lips belonged together. Never in the history of man had two lovers kissed so perfectly. Mouths opened, tongues quested. The union of Penny and William was fate. 

At first, they were content to kiss, to convey with their lips all the feelings that were overwhelming them. They found so many ways to kiss, so many textures and touches to share. It seemed, for the moment, that it might be enough, might satisfy this desire that was overcoming both of them. Soon, though, four hands joined in the seduction. Tentative hands, slowly exploring the safe areas; arms, shoulders, faces. But hands were not to be denied the places that had been deemed unsafe. Hands began traveling, moving down the side of a body, up a back, then down a spine below the waist. Hands found undiscovered warm places, places that elicited moans of delight and desire.

Wiliam and Penny were stretched out on the huge bed, taking up a very small amount of space as their need to be close consumed them. Body to body, moving against each other, their hunger fed on each other. 

Penny pulled back, took a deep breath and whispered, "Please, I need to share more with you, my darling. We can wait for the actual sexual act on our wedding night, but I want to see and touch and feel...tonight!"

William nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. He reached for her, brought her close, folded her against him, warmly against him. He kissed her hair, inhaling her incredible scent. His body responded and she felt it all. But she wanted to see it all too. 

Penny kissed his chest. She heard his breath catch and liked the feeling of power. She reached up, undoing a few buttons on his shirt, kissing farther. His skin was so smooth and warm, with a light sprinkling of crinkly hair. Her lips slid lower. She liked feeling him tense beneath her, liked knowing she was pleasing him. She thought of his lips on her nipples, how much pleasure that gave her, and wanted to reciprocate. She kissed across his chest, finding a niplet and lightly flicking it with her tongue. His immediate response excited her; she grew braver. She sucked gently, a little tug on that erect stub. William's hands caressed her scalp, holding her there as his breath became erratic. Ah, he liked it! Now, Penny toyed with the niplet, sucking and licking and just enjoying the power of seduction. Her fingers moved to the other one, and she imitated her mouth there, circling with her fingertips, feeling the engorgement. 

She was half-lying on him, her face buried against him, her body wriggling, her hips thrusting. Somehow, his shirt had completely opened, then somehow, it was removed. He could feel her face and lips against him, her silky shirt brushing his bare flesh, the movements of her excited body beside him. He tried to bring her face to his, to kiss her again, but she was not to be denied her explorations. He had finally allowed her access and she intended to answer her questions. 

Reluctantly, she left his niplets. Slowly, she moved down his chest, kissing his tight stomach, reaching the waist of his jeans. She rested her head on the distended heat there. She could feel him throb beneath her cheek, feel the warmth through the denim. She raised her head and looked up to William's face. She saw acceptance there, and need. Sitting up slightly, her eager fingers began unsnapping his jeans, her trembling fingers pulled on the zipper. She struggled with it, but William didn't offer to help. He wanted this to be entirely her decision. Finally, she had the jeans opened. She could see the arrow of hair that led beneath his underwear, see his flat tummy, see the engorgement that fascinated her. She tugged on his jeans and he lifted his hips, assisting her. Then, he was beside her, dressed in only a pair of briefs, his excitement and need evident.

Penny was unsure what to do next. She looked at William again, her innocence evident in her eyes. He took her hand and pulled her to him, kissing her and holding her against his nearly naked body. His mouth moved familiarly over her lips, face and neck. He did his magic and her silky shirt was opened, her bra unclasped and her nipples distended; one already in his mouth. As he suckled her, she felt the fire throughout her body, centering between her legs, making her ache unbelievably. 

William was so attentive to her nipples, she began to wonder if he planned to do anything else. She loved this, loved the feel of him there, loved to watch him as his eyes closed and he feasted on her, but she was hoping she would learn more tonight. She pulled a pillow under her head and watched his face as he teased her breasts, made love to them. She felt quite womanly. Penny allowed herself to totally enjoy the sensations he was creating, and her eyes were drifting closed with contentment. When he looked up at her, with desire raging in his eyes, she nearly missed it. Something made her look down, and there he was, watching her, his hands poised on her belly, as if waiting for permission.

She looked into his beautiful green eyes, saw the passion there, saw the need, and said, "Yes, please!" Now she couldn't take her eyes from him as his fingers reached for the silky tie on her pants and pulled it open. She lifted her hips and he slid the clothing down, leaving her clad in the gossamer undies she had selected just for him. 

Penny felt his warm breath as he kissed his way down her tummy, his mouth sliding easily on the silken clothing. She watched as his face moved lower on her body, unsure of what would happen next. When his lips reached her soft mound and lingered there, she thought her heart would stop. He was kissing her there, his mouth burrowing and searching, as she began wriggling on the bed. The sensation of his mouth touching her through the panties was incredible. She wanted more, she wanted this to never stop. Her fingers found his head, slipped into his hair and held him in place. Her back arched and she wantonly pushed her body against his face. 

When he tried to move, she cried out, begging him to stay, to continue. But he insistently moved away, leaving her feeling bereft. She was sure that she had done something wrong, then she felt his warm mouth return, this time to her inner thigh. He began kissing her knee, sliding his wet mouth up and down the smooth flesh, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touched. He moved from thigh to thigh, teasing her, making her moan with pleasure, her legs falling open even more. She was tense and limp with desire. Her legs felt drugged, so heavy she didn't think she could move them. But her innermost pinkness was practically sizzling with tension and need. And still he toyed with her, moving his face along her burning skin with deliberate slowness. Occasionally, he would return to her center, kissing her through the panties, his tongue circling lazily over the taut fabric. Then he would kiss her hip, or tummy, or knee. She was totally off-center, totally at his mercy.

Just when she thought she wouldn't be able to tolerate any more, he moved completely, bringing his face level to hers. She could smell vanilla on his skin, as he kissed her. Her mouth opened under his, welcoming his tongue as he probed and tasted her. Their bodies were completely joined, no space between them, arms wrapped tightly around each other, mouths hungry. The only clothing separating them seemed inconsequential. Her breasts were mashed against him, the wiry hairs on his chest tickling her slightly. Her hands roamed happily up and down his bare back, learning his texture for the first time. Kissing would never be enough again; Penny knew this. When she had a second of rational thought, she wondered how far they were going tonight, but those moments were rare as she lost herself in the sensations of the man she loved, so intimately linked with her. She thought if she could only have this every day for the rest of her life, she would be happy.

Lost in pleasure, it took Penny a few moments to realize that her panties were gone, that William was naked against her. She felt moisture on her tummy, the incredible heat of his cock against her flesh. She forgot to kiss, forgot to breathe, as she stared into his eyes. 

"We'll explore, Penny. We will touch and look and enjoy. but I want to save the best for our wedding night. Can you do that, baby? Could you be content with that? I need the truth!" he whispered.

Penny kissed him in response. She looked into his incredible eyes, lost herself there and made the promises he was waiting for. Then he rolled away from her, lying on his back beside her. The lamps were still lit, and Penny was able to see William clearly and fully. She lay beside him, one tentative finger moving over his naked flesh, watching his face as he responded to her touch. God, she loved his body. It was lean and smooth and so wonderful to feel against her. She touched his niplet and watched it respond, harden and distend. She moved the flat of her palm against his tummy and heard him sigh deeply. His cock was standing straight, bobbing and dripping fluid. Her hand stopped moving at his curlies, unsure of how to proceed.

"Ask anything, baby. I will tell you whatever you need to know. I love that I am your teacher tonight and for the rest of our lives. What do you want....."

Before he finished his sentence, brave Penny had moved her hand to his cock and wrapped her fingers around it, holding it securely. The liquid now touched her hand as it dripped even faster. Penny touched it with her other hand, dipped her finger in the sticky stuff and slowly brought it to her mouth, licking it off with her pretty pink tongue. William nearly went insane watching her. It took all his strength to allow her the slow exploration she needed. He watched her finger disappear into her mouth, watched her eyes close as she savored the first taste of him and could think of nothing more than his aching cock in that mouth, being licked and savored by that tongue. 

He didn't even realize that his hips were thrusting, but Penny did. She moved closer, sitting cross-legged right beside his hip, using both hands to massage and explore his erect cock and tight balls. Her fingers moved quicker now, teasing. She was enjoying all the sighs and moans she was eliciting, completely involved in her discoveries. Penny had forgotten that she, too, was naked. While she touched and fondled, William watched her with excitement. It was unbelievable that this was his innocent Penny, naked and flushed beside him, caressing his cock, looking at it with such desire. It was beyond all he had hoped for, that Penny, innocent Penny, would be so sensual. He loved looking at her. He knew women liked to be stick-thin, but he enjoyed the curves and dimples on his Penelope. He longed to caress and kiss every one of them. And he planned to. Soon. Their wedding day was in two weeks....then he planned to love her thoroughly for the rest of their lives.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sensation of Penny's lips on his quivering cock. She was kissing him! He had planned to introduce this to her slowly, let her get accustomed to the idea. Now, without prompting, she was happily kissing and licking the dripping head. Oh, the sight of his sweet woman, leaning over him, her eyes opened wide as she delicately lapped at him! It took every ounce of will power not to explode right then! 

As he tried to remember mathematical equations, Penny was happily experimenting with her tongue and lips on William's erection. He smelled so good, so sexy! And she liked the feeling of his cock in her mouth, on her lips. It was hot and hard and yet silky-soft. She loved doing this! Her mouth formed a "C" and she slid up and down, feeling the distended veins. She particularly enjoyed the taste of that liquid which was spilling rapidly from the tip and she kept returning there to lap it up. Finally, she looked up. William was staring at her, his mouth open, his chest rising and falling rapidly. But his eyes really caught her attention. They were burning with intensity, the color a dark, smoldering green. She was trapped in his eyes, her mouth continuing the seduction. She watched his face as she slid her hands under his tight balls and gently squeezed. She could see how much he enjoyed that. Then she began to softly probe them, her fingers sliding in and out, touching and learning. The liquid poured even faster and his cock bobbed ferociously above her. She moved her face lower, stretching out her tongue to lick one of his wrinkly balls....

"God, stop! Penny, don't, please! I can't take much more. You have to stop now, baby!" He almost whimpered.

Penny stopped, hurt that he didn't like what she was doing. She wondered if she mistook pain or disgust for pleasure. Not sure what to do, she moved away from him, burying her face in the pillow, the tears forming in her eyes. She didn't give a thought to what an appealing sight she made, face down in the pillow, her soft ass on display, her skin gleaming. 

William stretched out beside her, holding her, trying to explain. His hand was on her naked shoulder, lightly caressing the velvety skin. Penny remained still, too embarassed to look at him. William continued to rub her flesh, allowing his hand to explore her sweet back, slide up and down her spine, enjoy the curves that he only truly suspected before. He was being allowed complete access and he was not strong enough to deny himself. 

He kissed her shoulder, lightly nibbling it. She tasted so good, clean and fresh. He moved closer, kissing up and down her side, moving his mouth freely over her entire silky back. He tongued her spine, feeling her respond under him. His mouth moved beyond the small of her back, and he lightly bit her soft ass cheek, hearing her squeal with delight. She was moving under him, her hips wriggling against his thighs. He continued his ministrations, enjoying her response to him. Finally, he needed more. With one hand, he flipped her over, holding her arms above her head and taking her distended nipple into his mouth, laving it with obvious relish.

Penelope relaxed. This was familiar; this was acceptable. William wasn't upset with her, he still wanted to play. Her eyes began to close with the soft suckling she loved. Then William spoke her name, loudly. She opened her eyes and looked at him, seeing a difference in his look, sensing a difference in his voice. 

"I love you, Penny. I want you more than anything, more than I want to wait, I'm afraid. But I promised you we would wait, and I'll try to keep that promise. Until the wedding, we will play and explore together and I will be your teacher. Tonight....tonight, baby, we are going to play and begin our lessons."

She felt him grip her wrist tighter, felt his other hand begin its descent down her arm and side. He toyed briefly with her distended nipples, making her back arch. But his hand continued. Down her belly, into her curlies. His fingers played with the curls, pulling them out straight and letting them spring back into place. He combed through them carefully. Then, with one very gentle finger, he traced her slit.

Penny's entire body became taut and expectant. His finger, touching her there, was electrifying. Every fiber of her body was alert and tight. His face was level with hers and he was softly kissing her. His finger, one lone finger, was sliding up and down her slit, making her hips thrust up against him. It was incredibly sensuous. She watched him, her eyes wide and dilated. Her breath was shallow. All she could think about was his finger, touching her as she longed to be touched, finding the places she had found earlier tonight. She mentally willed him to delve deeper, to find the silken pinkness and the tiny button. 

As if reading her thoughts, his fingers slid further into her, still moving up and down, back and forth, but now pausing to explore and touch. She felt the tip of his finger, just barely moving into that deep place, then continuing, until it reached her clit, circling it slowly. She didn't recognize the moans that filled the air as hers. Her legs, which had fallen open wantonly, were now tensing, straightening, locking around his questing hand. Her entire body was still, as she visualized his finger, flicking her clit with such perfection. Her eyes locked with his, she tried to say his name. Then, the rush filled her head. It sounded like a roaring wind, blocking out everything but his finger, caressing her. Penny was perfectly still, then she was overcome with a powerful convulsion, her hips leaving the bed, her body squirming under William's. He released her wrists and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, fingers clutching his back, face buried against his chest as she cried out with joy and release. His finger stilled, and slid into her warm, pink pussy, where her muscles grabbed it and began throbbing around it, milking it with rhythmic waves.




Auction of Promises Ch. 05



William held her close, loving the happiness he had brought her. Loving the feeling of her, throbbing around him, knowing that soon, it would be his cock that she would hold so deeply. It took minutes for her breathing to return to normal. Long minutes of holding his woman, feeling her hardened nipples against his chest, her throbbing pinkness relaxing around his finger, her tiny sighs quieting.

When she moved her face from his chest and looked up at him, her eyes were bright and content and she was smiling.

"We are going to have so much fun, my sweet William. I love you so very much!"

TO BE CONTINUED......



Auction of Promises Ch. 06



The days passed in a blur of preparations. The RSVPs were arriving, the last details were arranged. The only thing that worried Penny was her continuing inability to reach Katherine. They spent hours leaving voice mails for each other. The day they were supposed to meet to try on the gowns, Katherine had to leave town, but assured Penny [via another voice mail] that she would take Meg and both be fitted; everything would be ready for the big day. They left messages about all things concerning the wedding, and it progressed nicely. But it bothered Penny that the entire March family had not yet met her William. She knew they would love him, but she wanted to see everyone interact and become comfortable friends. It frustrated her.

Other things frustrated her too. As the days passed, she and William became even closer, loved each other more. The natural outpouring of that love included the physicality that she longed to share with him, but William was resolved to wait. She wanted that too, when she was rational. There was just nothing rational about her feelings and her body's reaction to William. 

There were times when she was rational, when it all made sense. It was acceptable in the morning, when she woke and stretched and smiled with love for him. It was tolerable while she drank her juice and crunched her cereal. She could be stalwart while getting letters ready to mail, or made her bed, or even cleaned the kitchen. But then, she would drop her jammies in a heap and enter the shower; the hot, steamy shower, which made her body all wet and slick. And she would lather her body with vanilla-scented soap, making it slippery and soft. She would imagine her William, his hands and mouth touching her like this, or like that. Showers became sensual and addictive. Her hands would slide where William's had been the night before, the memories would come tumbling back and her eyes would close and her fingers would take on their own life.

Dressing became a sensual experience as well. She chose the garments carefully, with William in mind, knowing he might drop by the office for a few minutes, and those few minutes would make her feel alive and womanly and so wanted. A few minutes with William would be filled with possibilities, loving possibilities. Even if he didn't come by, he would call and she would hear his breath becoming short as they exchanged words of love and longing.

Her day would pass in a blur of desire and love. She wondered if all lovers felt this way. She tried to express to Julie all her thoughts and was reassured that it was normal and natural. She hadn't told Julie about the waiting, about the torture of separating every night, leaving William or having him leave her. That part was private. 

The nights, the things they did, the things they didn't do, all of that was private too. If she could have reached Katherine for a real talk, she might have shared with her, but that never happened. So, each night, they tempted and teased and moved closer to the brink. It was a line that Penny would happily have crossed; she wanted William so much, so completely. But, somehow, he was able to withstand all her seductions. 

So, the days passed. The wedding preparations appeared to be perfectly organized. Her dress was fitted and safely wrapped in a garment bag in her closet. She had heard, again via voice mail, that Katherine and Meg had their gowns and accessories. Almost daily, they made plans to meet, to become the extended family that Penny was sure they would be, but something always came up. At least, she was sure they would all be together at the wedding rehearsal. She was anxious to share her love with her best friends. 

Each night, William was with her. They ate dinner, watched movies, skated, walked, or just sat together, reading and listening to music. The attraction was nearly overwhelming. One or the other, or both, constantly touched and kissed and simply inhaled. Penny felt as if all her senses were in overdrive. She imagined she could identify William's ring when the phone rang. She sensed his steps as he approached her building. She could identify his scent from rooms away. Her heart pounded in his presence, her mind went blank with desire. A simple kiss became many, a touch became a an invitation to sink into that hazy world of sensuality they shared. Penny was delighted to be submerged in William. It meant everything to her, to be close to him.

Each night, William tempted Penny. He didn't mean to, but he wanted her too. He wanted to feel her against him, naked and ready, wanted to feel her hot pinkness wrapped around his throbbing cock, massaging it as she massaged his finger. He wanted to feel her come while he was inside her, while he poured his come into her. He didn't think the wedding day would ever arrive. Or the wedding night. At work, he thought of her and her voice, her soft moans, her small cries. Then he would call her, his cock already hard in anticipation, just to hear her voice, just to reassure himself that she existed and that she loved him. Secretly, he marked off the days on his calendar, counting down until she would be his sweet wife, his complete lover.

They had progressed in their limited lovemaking. They had to. Kisses, touches, his fingers stroking her clit; these occurred nightly. Her small hand stroking his cock, her mouth hungrily kissing and sucking on it; these too were nightly. He often kissed her soft mound through panties, but denied himself the first real taste of her until they could truly make love. But they explored each other, kissing and touching every inch of naked flesh. He loved to kiss and nip at her soft ass, gently biting those delicious, soft pillows. Through super-human effort, he denied himself the release of orgasm, although he frequently assisted Penny, enjoying her thrilled surprise each time.

Just when William thought he couldn't make it, that he would have to have this woman, have to be deep inside her, the rehearsal night arrived. And with it, the promise of the wedding day and the wedding night. He was meeting Penny at the church, where he would finally be introduced to her best friend, Katherine, and her favorite child, Meg. Penny had talked of nothing else for months. He knew she was anxious to blend her special family with her true love. He was pleased it would finally happen and they could begin that part of their new life together.

When he arrived at the church, he found Penny in tears. She was sitting quietly in the pew, weeping, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. He rushed to her, held her, listened to her sobbing words, trying to understand what catastrophe had befallen them. It took awhile and several attempts, but he finally realized the problem. Meg was sick. Katherine had left yet another voice mail, saying she needed to stay home with her, promising that she would be at the wedding and would know what to do, that Meg would be all better and skip ahead of Penny, strewing rose petals and winning the hearts of all the guests. Katherine absolutely promised! But Penny was so upset that, once again, William wouldn't meet her closest friends; that one more occasion would pass without them meeting her future husband. It was all so awful, this one part of her life that seemed totally out of her control!

William held her, listened to her sadness, and kissed away her tears. He assured her that tomorrow he would meet the Marches and they would all become best friends. He heard her taking long, deep breaths, relaxing in his arms, trusting him. He loved that about her; the complete way she trusted and believed in him. They sat close together, in the back of the little church by the lake, and just held each other. Tomorrow night, she would be his wife and he would be her husband and they would live happily ever after, belonging and loving one another for the rest of their days.

The rehearsal went well. The dinner was fun, all of the families mingling and liking one another. Wiliam and Penny sat at the head table, lost in their own world of happiness. They both doubted that any other couple had ever been as in love. Too soon, Penny was being whisked away by her sisters and Julie for a girls' night. It would be the first evening they hadn't spent together in months. William hated to release her, to let her walk away from him. He contented himself with whispering words of love and promises of joy, then kissing her deeply. Penny felt sadness at leaving him, but joy that after tonight, she would never have to leave him again.

Penelope's wedding day started out wonderfully. The sky was the brightest blue, the breeze mild and cool. Her friends and family fed her breakfast, talked with her, and assisted her with getting dressed. Her make-up was gentle, William preferred that. Her dark hair was pulled back with tiny curls framing her face. Her face glowed with happiness and contentment. Her gossamer undergarments brought 'oohs' and 'ahs' from her ladies-in-waiting. When her hair and make-up were perfect, she held up her arms and her dress was lowered onto her. She felt remarkably like Cinderella, all ready for the ball. She also felt amazingly calm, not nervous at all. Penny had never been as sure of a decision as she was of marrying William. 

At the church, the guests were arriving. William was there, with his best man, pacing in the waiting room, checking his tie, smoothing his hair. He knew that Penny was just down the hall and had to fight the desire to go to her, to hold her one more time, feel her against him, kiss her hello. Finally, his best man led him to the altar. He waited there, the guests quietly murmuring behind him. Then the processional began and the crowd stilled. The attendants moved sedately down the aisle. With relief, he saw Katherine was there and knew that Penny must be relieved. Then little Meg walked adorably down the carpet, tossing petals, looking around, eyes wide and lips smiling. William immediately knew why Penny loved her so much and felt anxious to have his own little girl, one who looked just like her mother. He was lost in thought when suddenly there was a hush. He turned and saw his Penelope, standing beside her father, so beautiful she brought tears to his eyes. She walked to him, nearly bouncing with happiness, her eyes never leaving his. As her father presented her, William eagerly took her hands in his, to hold forever.

The ceremony was lovely. Finally, they were married. They turned together and shared one very perfect kiss, their first. It brought to mind that today would be filled with firsts, and William almost laughed out loud with joy.

The afternoon and early evening passed quickly, full of well wishes, tradition and busyness. Penny was always just out of his reach, surrounded by others. They shared the first dance to their song, "Breathe". Penny snuggled close to him, listening to the words, full of love for William, enjoying the time together. Then, abruptly, they were separated with all sorts of duties that seemed to last for hours. When they could meet, it seemed time for only a whispered word or a short caress, before one or both was pulled away. 

Penny didn't have any time with Katherine either. They had a moment for a hug and kiss before the ceremony, and only seconds to share afterward. Meg had rushed to her, but then held back, awed by her elegance. She shyly handed her a gift-wrapped package, then rushed off to join the other small children at play. Penny placed it aside, to open later.

Finally, the celebration was winding down. Penny threw the bouquet, they were pelted with bird seed [a gift for the birds in the park], and they entered the limo, a sanctuary. Both released a deep breath and moved together, ready to start their new life, anxious for the wedding night ahead.

They were using a cabin belonging to a friend. The ride was not too long, just enough for the couple to kiss and almost sink into that hazy, sensual world they so easily created. Too soon, the chauffeur was opening the door, coughing discreetly, and helping Penny out of the car. He carried in the bags, then bowed and wished them both luck.

William and Penny knew they were already the luckiest people in the world. He carried her over the threshold, kissing her deeply as he walked. Once inside, he closed and locked the door, securing their private bower. Penny was still in her finery, William still in his tuxedo. 

They walked to the bedroom, arm in arm, and stood before the huge bed, both smiling and excited. William turned to Penny, taking her hand and bending to kiss her. "Tonight, we will begin our lives together. Things we do tonight, we will probably do the rest of our lives. We will be setting habits and lifestyles for years to come. I love you, Penny. I want tonight to be perfect for you. Let's begin our lives. Now."

He turned her then, assisting in the opening of the many tiny buttons down the back of her dress. Then he stood before her, waiting patiently as she learned to undo his tie and opened all the buttons on his shirt. They took turns, opening and unhooking, unzipping and removing, until they stood before each other, naked and eager. Again, he bent to kiss her, feeling her body pressed full-length against him. 

They moved to the bathroom, where William began filling the oversized tub with warm water and lots of fragrant bubbles. They stepped in together, sitting across from each other, marveling at the intimacy of this act.

William had thought they would need some time for Penny to relax, to feel prepared for the next step. But he had misjudged her. She was ready to share her bed with him, to make love completely and finally spend a night in his arms afterwards. She told him that in a million ways.

Using a soft sponge and lots of bubbly soap, they washed each other. Penny was first to discard the sponge, preferring her own slippery hands and fingers moving over him. She kept igniting fires on his body, her touch innocent and knowing at the same time. She moved slowly over his chest, soaping his niplets and teasing them. William felt himself hardening and throbbing in the warm water, excited that all the weeks of denial were finally at an end.

He leaned forward, kissing Penny and taking her hands in his. He kissed each fingertip, marveling at the softness of her, the sweetness. She turned then, moving back against him, his cock hot and hard against her ass. He had access to her soft, full breasts, could pinch and fondle her hard nipples as much as he wanted. Penny was squirming in the water, her hips wriggling delightfully against his erection. Her head was growing heavy on his chest, her little moans becoming louder. He leaned down to kiss her neck, nibble along the length of it, finding her earlobe and sucking on it, causing her to cry out. 

She turned then, looking into his eyes with lust and need burning in hers. Amazingly, she took the lead. Penny stood, reaching down to help him up, her rosy skin covered with patches of bubbles. She started a shower of warm water to rinse them. They stood, side by side, arms about each other, feeling the spray on their fevered flesh, knowing that they were about to become truly joined. As they stepped from the tub, they wrapped each other in a fluffy towel, taking a second one to dry arms and faces and hands. They were both thinking this was a tradition they would like to continue, bathing together, drying together, walking to their bed together.

Penny had a new wardrobe of beautiful, gossamer gowns, but she didn't choose any of them. Instead, she stood by the bed and dropped her towel, incredibly beautiful and sensuous as she was. She felt no timidity, no fear; just an abiding desire to become one with William, tonight and every night.

They stood, kissing and touching, still incredulous that they were free to do anything they wanted. They could caress as they loved to do, but they didn't have to stop, didn't have to go to separate beds in separate homes ever again. 

Somehow, they weren't standing anymore; they were stretched full-length together on the massive bed, their bodies pressed closely. They kissed innocently, just touching lips, just pressing together slightly, just inhaling the other's breath. Then the kisses became deeper, less chaste, more needy. Tongues slipped back and forth, teasing and testing. Lips twisted and sucked, finding new ways to be together. Their naked bodies were hot, flushed, reaching also, trying to find the way to unite. 

William kissed her neck, moving his soft lips down to the curve of her shoulder, nibbling there, delighting in the way his mouth just fit. His fingers roamed freely, laying claim to all of her, knowing it well, yet discovering it for the first time. His mouth continued its journey, finding her engorged nipples and teasing them as he loved to do. He closed his eyes and suckled, finding peace and contentment at her breast. But it didn't last long. There were things he longed to do, places he needed to taste and feel. He slid down her lush body, caressing her curves with fingers and palms and tongue.

He was moving at a lover's pace, discovering slowly and happily. His tongue left a trail of heat and dampness down her body, circling her navel, finding his way to the edge of her curlies, inhaling her essence and breathing deeply. This was something he had longed to do for weeks, but kept for tonight. He kissed the curls, feeling the springy texture on his chin, mouth and cheeks. He used his fingers to comb through them, liking the way they wrapped over his fingertips. It was incredibly sensual. Looking up at Penny, he was pleased to find her watching him. They locked eyes as he slid even further, his tongue outstretched, searching. There! He found the slit he wanted. His tongue moved slowly up and down, parting the curls and finding the swollen, damp pinkness he craved. He loved watching her face, seeing the myriad of expressions pass over her. Her fingers slid into his hair, encouraging him, holding him there. Her soft thighs had fallen open, giving him complete access, indicating her complete desire.

He delved deeper, discovering with his tongue all the places his fingers had found before. It was familiar, yet incredibly different. The silkiness, the satiny pinkness, the delicious taste of her; he savored it all. He sought that tiny button he had touched before. It was there, hard and ready, and she jumped at the touch of his tongue on her clit for the first time. Her soft moans filled the air, her fingers grasped his hair. He felt her hips twisting under him, pushing up to his face, wanting more. 

William toyed with her, teasing her. His tongue lightly stroked along her clit, circling slowly, one way and then the other. He paused, holding very still. With a rapid stroke, he began flicking her clit, up and down, feeling her tense beneath him, feeling her hips begin a wild dance. He knew her, knew her reactions, listened to her ragged breathing and felt her fingers gripping him with desperation. Her body was tightening under him, her legs straightening and locking in place. His face was clasped between her damp thighs, allowing him no escape. Not that he wanted to escape, he was as close to heaven as he had ever been. He lowered his face deeper into her warm pink, feeling his face completely encased in her liquid heat. Now he couldn't hear her breathing, but could tell from her fingers and her hips that she was nearly there. This was a moment he had dreamed of for weeks. He continued his happy stroking of her clit and pussy, knowing the pleasure he was giving her, knowing that she was about to come.

She stiffened, completely still for a moment. Then, her entire body spasmed and began to tremble. He held her hips, continuing his ministrations, feeling her body bucking under his mouth. Her fingers gripped his scalp, and her cries filled the air. He rode with her, holding her close until he felt her relax under him. Finally, he lifted his damp face and looked up at her. She was flushed and smiling, her eyes unfocused. Her entire body was loose, content. William kissed his way up her body once again, finding her mouth and feasting there. 




Auction of Promises Ch. 06



Penny tasted herself on William's mouth for the first time. It was an earthy, damp taste; surprising her. She lay beside her love, totally content and satiated. She didn't think she could move. She just lazily kissed him, delighting in his questing mouth, enjoying the afterglow. She almost wanted to sleep. Just as she thought this, she felt William's hard, hot cock against her thigh. The wetness of his precome, the velvety smoothness of his erection; her desire was renewed.

Her hand slipped between them, clasping his cock and massaging it. She loved the feel of him, hard and erect, the little veins distended, the drops of precome coating her fingers. They kissed while her fingers explored, touching and learning. Then it was her turn. She moved directly to his cock, taking it in her mouth and sucking it happily. She craved the taste of him, the texture. 

This time, he didn't stop her. This time, Penny was allowed to explore his cock as much as she wanted. When her face slid lower, to kiss and suck his balls, his response empowered her. The more she licked and nibbled, the more he moved his hips and moaned happily. As her mouth completely captured one tight ball and began sucking, his fingers gripped her head and held her there as his body thrust against her. When she opened her eyes, she could see his engorged cock, bobbing above her. Suddenly, that was all she could think of. She had waited so long to feel him inside of her, now she was ready.

She slid up his body, straddling his thighs, her wet pussy poised directly over his hips. They held hands in mid-air as she lifted herself high above him. Their eyes met and locked as she slowly lowered her hips, feeling the velvety tip of his penis enter her. She took a deep breath and lowered herself even further, thrusting him into her tight pinkness. Penny had waited all her life for this and now she had him, entering her slowly, but deeply. 

They moved together slowly, William fighting to control his impulse to impale; Penny wanting to feel the full length of him entering her. There was a moment of exquisite pain and she stopped all movement. William whispered to her, encouraged her, promised her that everything would be better soon. She believed him and continued to press down, inviting him into her for the first time. Finally, with one smooth movement, he fully entered her and held her in place. Penny looked a little pale, but continued the rhythmic movements of her hips, enjoying him more as she grew moister around him. 

William was deeply embedded in her. He was exactly where he had dreamed of being for months. She was so warm around him, so tight. He had never expected her to lead tonight. He had envisioned a night of taking her hand and guiding her into lovemaking. But from the first, Penny had been the seducer, the lover. William was so grateful to have found such a brave woman, such an erotic lover. Even now, she was moving her hips to some unheard music, sliding up and down in such a way that William knew he couldn't last long. Her pussy was so incredibly tight, so hot and slick; his cock was sheathed by her in the most sensuous manner.

He wanted it to last, he wanted to be inside her forever. But her innocent movements were making it impossible for him to wait much longer. He could feel the need and desire building, could feel his cock tightening in preparation of his much-anticipated explosion.

Penny slowed her movements, now rocking back and forth. Her breasts bobbed delightfully and she took his hands and placed them there, her nipples hard on his palms. She stopped all movement and just tightened her inner muscles, massaging his engorged cock while sitting perfectly still. That was his undoing. He thrust with his hips, his cock probed deeply into her pinkness. Then, unable to stop, William came deep inside her, seemingly forever. 

Penny sat up straight, feeling his orgasm as he filled her. She watched his face as he finally reached contentment. Leaning forward, she kissed his eyes and mouth. She pulled her legs up along his, resting on him, feeling like a little doll in his arms. Her face rested on his chest, his heart beat beneath her cheek. She felt complete and at peace. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her close, his fingers tracing her spine. She knew love.

For the rest of the night, they made love and learned, talked and giggled, held each other and marveled at their incredible good fortune. Finally, at dawn, they slept.

Penny was awake first. She slipped from the bed, intent on making breakfast for her husband. As she walked into the living room, she saw the package that Meg had handed her. She smiled, remembering Meg's awed face, her sudden shyness. Penny slowly removed the ribbon and the ornate paper. She opened the box and found a picture frame, wrapped in snowy tissue. She carefully unwrapped the gift, her eyes filling with tears as she realized what she held.

In her hands was the form she had filled out for the Auction of Promises at Meg's school. The form she had forgotten about. The form that asked for her most cherished wish. Penelope had thought of the person she had searched for through the years, the man she always hoped she would find and she had whimsically described her Prince Charming, the man she had waited all her life to meet. Somehow, Katherine had found that form. Here, in a beautiful gilt frame, in Penny's own handwriting, was her wish...

AUCTION OF PROMISES

NAME: Penelope Winthrop

WISH: I wish for a man to love. He should be tall, well-built, and athletic. I would prefer sandy hair, beautiful green eyes, and a captivating smile. He will like opera, musicals, and ice-skating on cold winter days. He would be open for long walks around the lake, sitting on a park bench and feeding the birds and squirrels, or just watching people. I would like his hands to be beautiful, please; strong and capable. It would be nice if he liked Chinese food and old movies, preferably sappy romances. And, as long as I am wishing, I want him to love me too, completely. He will see the possibilities of me, find the wonderfulness of me, appreciate the singularity of me. Marriage isn't necessary, but I wish for a man who wants to be with me, perhaps spend all his days and nights with me. That is about it...oh, yes, please make him gentle and kind and a man who loves life. I want him to easily fit into my life, to like my friends and be liked by them. I want a man who can be my friend and my lover. He needs to love children and be as delighted with them as I am. I would like to have a successful career, but not feel he is threatened by it. And if his kisses made me melt, that would be perfect. 

Thank you for your time. Sincerely, Penelope Winthrop 

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER...THE END.