0 comments/ 19174 views/ 3 favorites I Remember By: abusedslave As I lay in your arms I can't help but remember the first time that you took me. I was 18. I was sleeping in your bed due to a storm that startled me. I had always been afraid of thunder storms and you would always allow me to climb in bed with you. You were a friend of my mom's since I was a child of 4. She knew that you were gay but also she knew that you would never harm me. As she got to know you better she would allow me to spend a night or weekend at your house. She gave you authority over me and when you would catch me doing something that you knew that she wouldn't like or that you knew was just plain wrong you would give me a spanking. Over the years I started calling you Daddy. You were the only father that I knew. When I hit puberty I developed a major crush on you that never went away. I never told you about it and you never knew. Until the night of the storm. I had climbed into bed with you and you just moved over. I felt so safe just being near you. I knew that you would never hurt me and that you wouldn't allow anyone to hurt me. I snuggled close to you. I was able to smell your manliness and that delicious smell got me horny as hell. I knew that you slept soundly and that you wouldn't wake from my touch. At least I hoped that you wouldn't. I reached down and felt your cock. It was the first time that I had felt a dick other than my own. It felt so smooth and soft in my hand. I kept touching it and felt you get hard. I knew then that I had to feel it in me. I had been looking at porn and knew that the best thing that I could do for you was to take that in my ass. I got up and went to the bathroom to get the lube that I knew was there. I took it back to bed with me. I lubed my ass and then your cock. With you laying on your side I backed into you. I reached down and guided you to my virgin hole. Once I felt the tip of you at the entrance I started pushing back. Once you were at the sphincter I kept pushing despite the pain. Finally you popped through and I was able to take the entire length of you deep inside me. I had no idea that it would feel so good. I just lay there for a few moments getting used to the invasion that I had endured. Finally I started moving a little bit at a time. I heard you moaning in your sleep. I wondered what you were dreaming of. Suddenly you put your hand on my hip and grasped me. I quit moving and let you keep dreaming. Finally when I felt you relax I started my back and forth motions. Suddenly you grabbed me and rolled me onto my stomach. You started thrusting in and out of me. OH MY GOD!!! That felt so damn good!!!!! If I had know how good it was I would have been fucking you ages ago. I shoved back as you slammed into me and we built a rhythm of beauty. Finally you came deep in my ass. You collapsed on my back and just lay there. I had often wondered how it would be to have you on me and now I knew. It felt great. Suddenly you jumped up in horror when you realized who I was. You begged me to forgive your for raping me and that I needed to go back to my own room. I tried stopping you and you wouldn't let me talk. Finally I had to yell to make myself heard. I told you that I was in love with you and that you didn't force me to do anything. That I was the one who started it all. You looked at me in disbelief.. You asked me how I started it. I told you and then I told you that more that anything that I wanted to be your boyfriend and lover. You took me in your arms and held me tight. "This is going to be a big adjustment", you told me, "I am used to seeing you as my son and I will have to get used to you being my lover." I tell you that it will be an adjustment to me as well. You kiss me tenderly and tell me that if I am to be your lover that I will have to do as I am told. I ask what you mean. You explain to me that you are a dominant person and that I have to obey you no matter what. If I can do that we can have a future together. I tell you that I will obey you. You then tell me that I need to be punished for my actions earlier. You roll me on my front and tell me to stay there. You get off the bed and pick up your pants. Taking the belt out you tell me that I will be given a spanking and then you will decide what to do with me next. You inform me that I will get more than ten and less than twenty lashes with your belt. I look at you and plead with you not to hurt me. You just laugh and lash out with the belt. It goes across my bare ass and oh god how it stings. I put my hands behind me to protect my ass and you just reach out and move them. Then the belt comes down again. I yelp in pain and you lash out again. I put my hands over my butt and you stop. You tell me to stay put and you will be back. When you come back you have a rope and with it you tie me to the bed. My poor ass is defenceless and there is nothing that I can do to stop your attacks. You finish whipping me. You then lay down beside me and stroke my back. You tell me that if I disobey you that 20 will be the minimum. I am crying and blubbering as I promise to obey you. You reach down and give my ass another slap with your bare hand. I yelp again and you chuckle. You raise up and climb onto my back. Reaching over you lube up my ass again and stroke your cock. When you are hard you put the tip at the entrance to my hole and with one quick move you shove into me. I grit my teeth as the pain hits. I am still not used to having a dick do that to me. You tell me that with time it will get easier and that I will learn to love this. Now 28 years later I find that you were right. I have been your slut and slave. I have been a whore for you and I still love you more that you could ever know. I Remember I remember! Everything. The clothes I wore, the heat of the room, my hair stuck to my face as I looked in the mirror. The coolness of the water as it filed the bathtub beside me. The sound of you next door singing to my music. The way the cold floor feels when I step onto it, The red of my nails and the blonde of my hair the blackness of my bra and the freedom of removing it. I remember My frowns as I look to the mirror and do nothing but judge, one day I will see a person I want to be. Until then I will stare at this body and complain. You still singing, each word sounding wrong. It's not in tune I thought please stop before I scream! I remember The water as I sank below the coolness as it circled around my areas and the signing as I relaxed. Hearing the door opening but pretending not to. I can hear you but not see you. You presence is like a cloud, a bad taste I don't want to remember but I do. You're here now beside me and as I look over you smile it is not a smile I recognise I have never seen this you before part of me is scared but it soon dies and your hands enter the water and plant droplets across my chest. As I laugh, a nervous laugh that fades as quickly as it arrived. I smile and cover myself but you pull my hands away. I remember your soft voice close to my ear your words are full of air and send shivers through me. I remember words that I don't understand and some that I do, words that make me blush and giggle words I know I shouldn't be hearing especially from you. I remember Your touch, your fingers, they glide, the swim across my stomach and dance around my breasts, small but growing I protest which brings a laugh from your lips and then a kiss to each nipple which feels as good as you can imagine it to be. I remember One staying as the other searched, lower, lower and lower still my mind is filled with thoughts, thoughts of all you say and do. And now as you reach your goal those thoughts grow strong still as does my silent moans. Electricity as you rub my spot and enter with two full fingers as you continue to add kisses upon me and my heart beats faster and I can hear you words over and over they are endless they never leave me. I remember It's all too much now, more than I can take, my mind begs for it to end, I know it is wrong but I'm wanting more. I remember your touch, your fingers, your hands, the feeling, the electricity. More, more, please don't stop I beg to you don't ever stop. You speed up and the feelings grow, faster and faster. You remove your hand from my breast but only to soak it in the water around me and then you reapply it to my aching chest to continue your sensual massage. My vision starts to fade as does all my strength. I remember my hips rising. I remember your fingers in me. I remember screaming. I remember it all. I remember your words. "You will remember this!" I remember. I Remember It was a cold morning, early January in Paris. In a hospital a man was lying in a bed. He was dying, and on his death bed he raved about his lost love, a sweet Polish girl named Agnieszka he had met a few months before. The first day Gregory, as the man's name was, shouted out his undying love for his Agnieszka, whom he had met in the very same town where he was now dying. His skin was burning with fever while he shouted his story: "Agnieszka, do you remember the first day? I was wandering in the street when you came up to me and asked me the route to the Louvre. You hesitated to look me in the eye, but when you did, love struck my lonely heart. Agnieszka, do you remember?" The nurse who sat in his room while watching him, became curious and started to listen more closely as Gregory went on. The second day "Agnieszka, do you remember the second day? We had agreed to meet the day before, so I arrived at the very same Louvre you had asked the way to the other day. You looked even more stunning than the day before, and once again love fuelled my entire being. I offered you my arm and you took it without hesitation. We walked through the park and talked about a hundred-and-one different things, and it seemed as we had met before and had known each other for a very long time. Agnieszka, do you remember?" The nurse came closer to his bed and tried to remember what the man was saying. She called some of her colleagues to the bed to listen to the story. The third day "Agnieszka, do you remember the third day? Again, we met at the Louvre, but this time I took you to a lake where we rented a boat. We rowed to the centre of the lake. After a long talk we leaned closer and closer to each other and then we kissed for the first time. Our souls melted into one greater being and time lost all his meaning. We wished we could never part, but the sun went down and night came in and you had to go back to your hotel and I went back to mine. Agnieszka, do you remember?" The room now was beginning to fill up with nurses, doctors and patients who listened to the remarkable story of this dying man. The fourth day "Agnieszka, do you remember the fourth day? We met at this enormous park, where we sat on a bench for hours on time and did nothing but admiring and kissing each other. That evening, we shared a dinner together and you told me even more about yourself. I just sat there, drinking in your beauty, staring into your eyes and forgetting about the world around me. Agnieszka, do you remember?" The entire room was now filled, and people were waiting outside the room to hear a glimpse of this story, told by the dying man. The fifth day "Agnieszka, do you remember the fifth day? We decided, after we had met early in the afternoon, we were going to spend the day and night together, so we went back to your hotel and I helped you with your belongings and carried them all the way across the city of Paris to my hotel. There we unpacked your belongings and forgot about them, as we laid ourselves upon my bed and shared sweet kisses. We slept together, as if we were man and wife, although nothing happened. Agnieszka, do you remember?" The entire corridor leading up to the room of Gregory was filled with people. Those who couldn't hear him speak were told the story by others, which passed his words along the crowd. The sixth day "Agnieszka, do you remember the sixth day? When we woke up, we decided to forget about the world and to put all of our inhibitions aside as we made sweet love to one another. Never have I seen such beauty as the moment you had undressed. I could not speak another word nor could I move a limb, except for my swelling member. All day long we made love as if there was no tomorrow. After dinner we continued our lovemaking, well into the night. Agnieszka, do you remember?" Everyone was talking and hoping for more erotic storytelling. Quietly, a door opened at the end of the corridor leading up to the room of Gregory. Hardly anyone noticed the woman coming through the door. She forced herself through the crowd and walked towards the room of Gregory. The seventh day "Agnieszka, do you remember the seventh day? You had to leave and had to get back to Poland again. Our hearts broke, and I wept the entire day and for many weeks on end because you had to leave me. I am sure you wept as well. Never again would I see your sweet face and your perfect body again. Never again would I smell your sweet perfume and never again would I ever be able to touch you again. I had never met a love such as with you. Agnieszka, do you remember?" The woman was now standing in his room. It was Agnieszka. She shouted: "Yes, Gregory, I remember." It was too late, Gregory had died the moment he saw her. I Remember We came down the mountain path between the two peaks, moving further away from town. I carried a heavy rucksack topped with a rolled up sleeping bag; you had a combination sleeping bag and rucksack in a metal frame, something that was more expensive than I could have afforded. I kept stealing glances at it and wondered how it would be to sleep in such a thing. We were dressed alike, the two of us, which was not too surprising. It was standard hiking clothing for the mountains in this season, summer done but winter yet to come: light jackets and denims, heavy hiking boots over thick nylon socks, and cameras on straps slung round our necks. You had a small woollen cap with a pompom on your head, striped yellow and white. For some reason I still recall that cap; now, when I think of you, I wonder if you still have it. I hope you do. As though it matters anyway, but I hope you do. We chatted as we walked. It's nice to have company on a hike, especially when it's not someone you're forced to be with, someone whom you chose to walk with and whom you can leave alone if either of you want. It's nice to discover things together on the hike, see places neither of you ever saw before, the colours of the leaves on the trees, the strips of cloud lying in valleys far below, the hawks hanging far overhead on thermals, the glitter of sunlight on a waterfall on a distant hill. I still recall feeling a bit surprised that we'd only met on the trail and that we were together only because we were going the same way and we were, each of us, hiking alone. I'd started out early because the path was long and the hotel in town wasn't the sort where you'd want to stay any longer than you had to. It wasn't uncomfortable, just pretentious and tastelessly ornate. I'd seen you the night before in the dining room there, so when I saw you on the trail ahead of me I had something to talk about. We laughed about the hotel. Do you remember? I still recall every bit of that walk, all through the morning. We saw nobody else on the trail, but we saw a lot of other things, and took plenty of photographs. I still have one I took of you, with a great blue dragonfly sitting on that cap of yours. The sun is shining bright and you're smiling, and that dragonfly perches on your cap like a badge. I look at that photo every once in a while, and it makes me happy. And as we walked we talked of other things too – jobs that constrained us, that left us unhappy, of being trapped in boxy little rooms day in and day out, of waking up in the morning dreading the day, of measuring out leisure in rusty little fragments we coveted so much that when we had them we could only watch, dismayed, as they swept on by. We talked about the strictures of conventions and upbringing and the rest of it, and though we were born and raised far, far away from each other, we found more in common than I would ever have imagined. By midday we were both a little tired, a little sweaty, a little hungry. By then we had climbed a fair bit of the way up toward the second peak. It hung above our heads, seen clearly through the trees, apparently close enough to touch. Do you remember how the water murmured in the little stream to our right, down below the track? I don't know if it was you who suggested we take a break at the stream, or I, or whether the thought occurred to both of us at once; but we went down to the stream, sliding and slipping a little through the grass, and we arrived laughing and breathless there. The water was as clear as air – we could even see tiny fishes among the rocks, which darted away as our shadows fell on the water. "Poor fishes," you said. "They must be terrified of us. We must seem like monsters to them." "We aren't going to harm them," I said, taking off my rucksack with a sigh. "We'll just sit here a while and then go our way." "True," you said, smiling. "But the fishes don't know that." It was always that part of you I loved then and I love now, most of all – your instinctive love of animals, even the smallest, most insignificant. "I wish there was some way we could let them know." You unlaced your heavy boots and eased them off, and the socks, and rubbed your feet on the grass. "Oh, that feels good." "Do you hike very often?" I asked, watching your hands as they rubbed and kneaded your legs. "Not enough." You grimaced slightly. "I'm going to be stiff tomorrow. Stiff." "I could massage that stiffness out," I said. "I'm good at massage." It's true. I was never any good at sports, but I was masseur for my college sports team. I can take a tense muscle, hard with knots, and leave it soft and relaxed and painless. I don't boast; it's just a skill. I don't even enjoy doing it. "I might take you up on that offer." You wiped your face. "It's hot. I wish..." "Yes?" I'd removed my jacket and undone the top buttons of my shirt. There was a languid breeze blowing, along the water. It felt good. "The hell with it," you said suddenly. "I've had enough of conventions." You got up and pulled off your cap, and threw your jacket on top of it. I watched, astonished, as you ripped off the sweatshirt you wore underneath, and unbuckled your denims and pulled them down and off. Clad only in bra and panties, you stood on tiptoe and raised your arms to the breeze. "Why don't you take all that off too?" you asked, looking down from the corner of your eye at me, a slight smile – oh, I remember that smile! – on your lips. "You'll feel ever so much better." "Will I?" I shrugged off the shirt and took off my boots. I couldn't bring myself to look at you, because, truth to tell, I was becoming aroused. I could feel the first twitch of my erection. That's why I did not take off the jeans. Not then. "Oh, are you shy?" It was the way you said it, that teasing and challenging tone. I was suddenly almost angry. "No," I remember saying. "I am not shy!" I pulled my denims off so quickly my socks went off along with them. Now all I had was my blue underpants. My erection was now large and throbbing, and I hugged my knees and propped my chin on them to hide it. I could feel the length of it, lying back on my stomach, and hot. I was sure you knew exactly what I was going through, and I thought you were teasing me. I thought you'd had your fun and would put your clothes back on. I was wrong. Something fell on my knee, and slid down my leg to lie on the scrub grass of the bank. I looked down at it. It was your bra. I can still see it on the grass, black and edged with a tiny pattern of lace. I looked up. You were standing with your back to me, arms held up, palms together, one leg slightly bent like a yoga pose. You moved, then, slowly, with balletic grace, bringing one arm down and up again, bending at the waist, your other hand coming down too, and somehow your panties were on the grass, and then, only then, did you turn around. If I close my eyes now, sitting here at this computer in this small room so far away in time and space from that mountain stream, I can still see you at that moment – your body, arched like a ballet dancer's, with the dark green of the forest behind, the contrast of your skin and that green and the endless deep blue sky above. I can still see your breasts lifted high, their large areolae and the little puckered nipples, the round navel set in your stomach, and the tuft of pubic hair above the cleft of your vulva. I can see the fluttering lashes of your eyes as you looked down at me and watched for the effect your nakedness was having on me. You nudged my thigh with your bare toes. "I'm going to cool off in the water," you said, dragging the words out like treacle. "Would you like to join me?" "Is that a dare?" My mouth was so dry i didn't quite know what I was saying. You only laughed, a husky laugh, with a throbbing undercurrent of excitement and pleasure in it, and you turned and slid down into the river. It was so shallow that when you lay down with your head on a convenient rock, your face, the tips of your breasts, your knees and hands were all out of the water, which flowed around your navel and between your legs, tickling at your sex. The water was so clear that I could see everything anyway. You looked up at me and winked. "Come in," you said. "Or." You repeated with a wicked grin, "are you shy?" My position was becoming ridiculous. I couldn't very well wait any longer like that with my knees up to my chin, yet any other position would reveal my raging erection. Somehow I turned myself round on the bank and slid backwards into the water with a splash, hoping the water would cool me off some. I wasn't really able to control where I fell, and I ended up lying right next to you. "Wow," you said, raising your head so you could look down at me. "Now that's what I call gentlemanly manners. Into the water, underpants and all." A moment later, I felt your hand slide up my thigh and slip over my underwear, cupping my penis. I sat up reflexively, and you sat up with me. The water sparkled as drops of it flew off your breasts. "There's such a thing as being too well-mannered," you said. "Why not take them off? It's silly to keep them on." "I..." I stood up and turned away from you, towards the bank, my penis straining the fabric of the Y fronts. But you'd already anticipated me. I felt your hands on my hips and pulling the wet cloth down over my knees and to my ankles. I turned, my penis erect, free of the confining cloth. "Oh..." You reached out and held it, took it gently in your cool hand. "You didn't have to be embarrassed...you're a man and I'm a woman. It's natural." You leaned towards me and kissed me on the mouth, and then turned and fitted yourself to me. You raised your arms back over your shoulders and pulled my head down to your neck. I kissed your ear. My hands slipped over your chest and cupped your breasts. You sighed. "I haven't made love in ages," you said. "I too," I murmured. "It's been a long time." "Come on." You let go of my head and turned back to me, and took me by the hand. You led me to the bank, lay down on your back, legs spread wide, feet still in the water, and opened your arms. "Come to me." To this day, I still remember that first urgent lovemaking on the grass of the bank, the urgency of desire flaming through our bodies. I remember the feel of your breasts on my chest, how the hard pucker of your nipples felt on my skin, and how your thighs tightened around my hips and pulled me to you. I remember the exquisite sensation of your vagina opening to my penis, and how you shut your eyes and threw back your head as I slid all the way in. Penetration is my favourite part of sex and I know how to draw it out, to make it last. I began rotating motions of my hips, pressing my pubis to your clit, and as you gasped you began rotating and bucking against me, thrusting upwards and sinking back down, so that every thrust of my hips pushed my penis all the way into you and every withdrawal pulled me almost all the way out, the sensation exquisite, exquisite. I could see your orgasm building, the flush on your breasts and your neck spreading as your movements became wilder and more uncontrolled, and then suddenly you went completely rigid and your vagina began spasming around my penis as you cried out. I could no longer hold back then, and I felt my own orgasm begin, like a wave of liquid fire, from my genitals to my hips, washing over me again and again and again. Afterwards we bathed and kissed and made longer, more ,languid love on the bank, and then we got dressed and went on up the trail, stopping every now and then to kiss again. Do you remember? I'm sure you do. I'm sure you remember, too, how we slept together that night on the grass, with a sheet below us and a sheet thrown over us, clothed to keep out the chill, but making love with most of our clothes on and then falling asleep in each other's arms. Yes, I know you remember that, though we parted two nights later and went our separate ways. You remember it all. I know you remember that because I'm reading the e-mail I just got from you, telling of that night together, and how you have never forgotten, and of how this year, you'll come back again. I'm going to read it one more time, and I'm going to get the hiking gear ready, and then I'll burst out singing. I Remember I can't deny it. I'm an old man now. Not so upright as I once was, I admit, not so tall either, not strong at all, that's true. All true. All damn' true. Down there, works still, don't think me a liar, it still does, not often, I admit, but it does. Can't remember the last time, but I tell you it does. Man has to have something at this age, old age. They tell me my memory's gone. Did I have breakfast? Must have, not hungry at all now, and it's only ten in the morning. I'll tell you though, there's memory, and memory. I remember, the first time. Well shit, you remember yours, don't you? I do. I still do, and I plan dying thinking of it. What a way to go. Best way I can think of, and I've done some thinking, I'll tell you. Any day now, I heard them say. "Is he still eating?" First sure sign, they say. Oh, my Lord, the heat, that blessed heat. The heat of her thighs, the heat of the moment, the inside heat. Oh me! That heat. Nothing else at all, comes close. I've been there, and I'll tell you nothing, nothing at all. The first time I met her, was so ordinary a dance. A college dance. She was dancing long skirt swirling, smiling that wide smile. Fresh as a morning plum. Innocent, happy, joyous. She met me. We danced. Well, we started falling in love that night. Met the next day, for coffee. You know the kind of coffee that needs fifteen refills, and ten cigarettes. Well, we fell further in love that day. Magic, I believed in magic that day. It was like the air sparkled, shimmered. Her voice, like bells in my ears. Shit, I didn't fall in love, I plummeted. Well, we met, again and again. Kisses became cuddles, cuddles became caresses, caresses became demanding. We wanted, we needed, we had to. We almost did. At her parent's house. She was sitting on a low chair. For some reason, I was on my knees between her legs. Urgent kisses. That was it! To kiss her, I had to be on my knees. Anyway, she was soaking wet between her legs. I had my hand in there, feeling, arousing, trying to get her to take off her panties. It was a "No". Parents might hear. Her long hair shrouded my face, as she leant into the kiss. Wriggling with the passion, my hand encouraged. Still no. Then she whispered, whispered in case the parents heard. "Ask me again, tomorrow at your place, ask me again. Now go." She was young. Eighteen she was, very young, and very wise. The next day came, as it always does. Not as you plan, at times, but it always does. She arrived, and we had coffee. We cuddled, and she let me open her blouse. She was beautiful. Puppy fat, still present on her ribs, simple white bra, best one she had, worn for me. Far too good for me, far too good. Lovely breasts she had, and silky, silky skin. Skin to die for. The smell. Oh, oh, me. The smell of that skin. A hint of soap, and all the rest just her. We cuddled and kissed, then some more, and the bra clip was undone with her help. No, I'm not that clumsy. I wanted her to help, to underline where we were going. She knew better than I. She had a map that day, and her destination was marked. She had small, neat breasts, very firm, pointing slightly out. Little neat nipples leading her, pointing towards my bed. We slid off the big chair and cuddled on the floor. Her skirt was well up, showing the smooth plump thighs, I was stroking. I went higher to her centre, and she struggled to open my belt. I left her to it, to underline again, where we were going. She knew she wanted.She managed. Then she opened the stud, opened the zip, avoided catching me there. Clever girl. Her hand so cool. Me so hot, burning burning hot. She said so. It got silly, we agreed, and went to the bedroom. Well, floors are hard. Mine certainly were. We must have looked a right sight. Her blouse undone, bra drooping unoccupied. Tits looking left and right. Very prettily, mind. Me with my modest cock, sticking out of the jeans, I had to hold with one hand. Did we care? No! I took off her blouse, and the bra. She took off my shirt and we kissed. She put her arms around me, and I put mine around her. We kissed deeply. Her nipples, hard against me, pressed into my chest, pointy little fore-runners burrowing into me. The glossy, silky softness behind them. Oh, we kissed! I dropped my hands, to her firmly plump, little bottom. Rubbed her there. She squirmed herself against me. Torture. I must have found the catch to the skirt, it fell. She tried to skin off my jeans and I had to help. She took my underwear with the jeans, stood back, as I got clear, and displayed herself. She did. She knew. She stood there with her little white panties on, with the wet patch showing proudly, showing how happy and keen she was. Happy. The smile, her big smile, said happy. Proud, sure proud to be seen in her beauty, and why not? We kissed. I slid my hands, rough hands, down her back, under her panties, and knelt to take them over her little feet. Sweet feet. I looked up at her neat, sparse brown bush, pink lips showing, shining, breasts jutting like only youth can, and at the top looking down the smile. The huge loving smile. I held her there, on my knees, arms around her thighs. The side of my head pressed against her soft bush. My heart bursting, her love lowing. We clambered into the single bed. Arms about each other. Her left breast found my armpit and fitted sweetly. We cuddled and snuggled, skin to skin. Her skin. Oh my. As we turned, the sheet rose, and her scent, her girl almost to be woman scent, spun my brain. We kissed. A cool hand found me, stroked me, experimented with me. I found her, I knew. Her breath gasped, little tight breaths, tighter. In my arms squirming, hanging, sharp nipple in my armpit, then coming, calling her joy. Telling the world my man's made me come. I waited, she calmed. I moved gently over her, and she guided me. Tight shut. No entry. I pushed, she urged her hips towards me. "Ow"! Shut tight. We tried. "Believe me, we tried." No go, dead end, shut tight. Unhappily, she left. Plans in dust. No tears then, though probably that night, her pillow was wet. Me. "Stunned, I think. So close, so near." The next time was the same. No, not true. We went to bed without all the chair bit. And the next, and the next. She knew about being rubbed with a lubricant now, and having her bottom kissed and her centre kissed for hours. She found she liked a finger or two, in her pretty bottom, she knew I did, too. She knew how to make me come, how to suck me, although never to a come.Never did come that way. The next time we failed, she made an offer. "What about the other way?" she asked. I was amazed. She was offering her bottom! Gently I said, "No". Although the temptation, oh me. Never, was I so tempted. We tried her pussy again. No. Still shut. The next time we had both come and recovered. Playing in bed we were, just playing, when I was in. Right in. All the way in. We looked into our eyes, passion white-hot from nowhere. I pulled back, then returned to her so hot depths. "Oh! Oh, I do like that!" She said. "So do I," said I. Nothing wrong with my memory. "Oh!" Said the nurse, in surprise, "he's gone smiling." I Remember The early morning fog hung low to the ground, like a misty blanket, and the breaking dawn cast long shadows, as we headed into the sun. The landscape consisted of sparse vegetation and sporadic groups of trees and rolling hills. We flew close to the deck as possible, trying to use the element of surprise. This wasn't like many of our search-and-destroy missions, where the target was ambiguous at best. This time, the "eye in the sky" was giving us clear Intel and confirming this was an enemy staging area. I eased forward on the cyclic and increased the throttle until we peaked at attack speed. Low and fast, we approached on the down-wind side, four hundred yards and closing. I was lead gun ship of three, as we burst through the tree line and crested over the berm. "Black Lightning, this is Cobra One. Target confirmed. Permission to engage?" "You are clear to engage," was the immediate reply. "It's all yours, Pete," I said to my gunner as we broke into the open. The field was filled with infantry, light armor, and artillery still hooked up to their trucks. It was obviously a fire base in the making. They were totally caught by surprise, probably thinking they were a safe distance from the fighting in the south. I calculated to be around a hundred or more of them exposed in the open. They were scrambling for cover as our mini-gun spit out its lethal fire. They didn't stand a chance. Pete was the best gunner I've ever served with, and he expertly directed his wrath on the panicked, camouflage-dressed enemy. Their bodies fell like cord wood as we became the harbinger of death. War is not glorious, but vile and merciless. The stunned enemy were so confused that their first reaction was to run and not even shoot back. We maintained our spear-head formation, cutting through the heart of their numbers, each chopper raining out terror. At the far end of the field, there was a bunkered reinforced building, surrounded by a perimeter wall. That small compound was the only protective structure to be seen, and the revolotionary guard were running amass into it. For me, combat was such an adrenaline high. My senses were always peaked and alive, like no other time. It was as if things were happening in slow motion. Even the smell of the nitrocellulose from the gunfire and JP4 gas was etched into my memory. Our high speed and downdraft kicked up dust from the ground, as I pushed on the torque pedal and swung around to line up our approach. They had started to regroup from the initial shock, and the tracers from their return fire streaked by with an occasional tick of rounds slamming into our ship's ballistic armor. We concentrated bursts of cannon rounds on the sporadic small arms gunfire coming mostly from the perimeter wall. "Take it out!" I commanded as we closed in on the building. A fraction of a second later, Pete released a tow missile and it found its way over the wall and through the front of the fortified building. The initial explosion was marked by a few milliseconds pause, followed by a massive secondary blast. We must have hit a major ammunition depository. Our speed and close proximity to the target deemed we fly through the debris field of exploding munitions. I cranked up the collective to gain altitude, but the shock wave hit us hard, pitching the helicopter violently, and creating a fearful loss of control that no pilot ever wants to experience. "Shit!" Pete shouted as our wind-screens turned red from the pulverized exploding bodies as we passed through the carnage of the blast field. I turned on the wipers to clear our visibility as we knifed through the smoke and flame. Suddenly, I was getting a full panel of warning lights and screaming buzzers. The turbine, engine and rotor were all compromised. The intake had sucked up too much debris. "Can't hold it, we're going down!" I screamed. The yoke lurched violently and the ground approached quickly. Paralyzing fear gripped my guts as it all turned to black. -oOo- "Lieutenant Gray... Lieutenant Gray, wake up, you're having a nightmare," a woman's voice echoed through the haze as my eyes cleared. "Wha... Where am I?" I asked in confusion. "You're in the hospital, Lieutenant. I'm Lieutenant Halley, your nurse. Can you remember anything?" I peered through the ragged edges of the bandages at a beautiful woman with gorgeous eyes, and golden hair, dressed in white. If this horrendous pain wasn't coursing through my body, I would have thought she was an angel, and I was in heaven. "Lieutenant, do you have any recollection of what happened? Do you know who and where you are?... Stay with us." After a long pause, and fighting to remain conscious I replied, "I'm First Lieutenant Billy Gray, and... I think... I was in a crash... How's Pete?" "Very good, Lieutenant! The drugs have a tendency to cause memory loss and some confusion. Again, I'm your nurse, Lieutenant Halley. Your doctor will be in shortly. You've been out for three days." "How's Pete?" "Um, I'm not at liberty to discuss Warrant Officer Casey's condition. You will have to talk to your doctor about that. If you need pain meds, just push the button." I immediately pushed the button several times. I felt so tired. The pain was giving way to a relaxed feeling as I drifted off to sleep. When I woke again, I was being transferred to a metal gurney. Even though I was only semi-conscious, I could tell my injuries were substantial. The sheer number of people in the room and beeping monitors suggested I was in a surgical room. Everyone was so busy that no one noticed I was awake. Pain was hitting me all over, but my back was the worst. It felt like a spike was driven in it. "He's waking... Doctor, he's waking up." The voice echoed, like I was in a hallway. A man in a green surgical mask put his face in mine, and then held a plastic mask on me. "Count back from a hundred," he said. I counted. "One hundred... Ninety... Nine... Ninty..." -oOo- "Wake up, Mr. Gray, it's all over. Do you feel cold? Take deep breaths. Here's some warm blankets. You're in recovery," a pleasant-looking older nurse said as I strained to gain my senses. "Your doctor will be right in. Here's some orange juice," she added, holding up a juice box with a bent straw for me to sip. "What happened? What am I recovering from?" "Just relax, and your doctor will explain everything. Try to cough, and clear your lungs." I had seemed to have lost all sense of time. My memory was but a kaleidoscope of bits and pieces. There was a curtain around my bed, and I was freezing. For the first time since the crash, I was lucid enough to take assessment of my situation. My right arm and both legs were in fiberglass casts. My head was wrapped also. There were IVs coming out of my left arm, and some kind of trapeze rack was supporting my casts. Suddenly, the curtain opened and an older balding man dressed in green scrubs carrying a clipboard, entered my enclosure with two nurses. One nurse that looked Asian, was taking my vitals, while the other was injecting something in my IV. The man looked over my chart and said, "Lieutenant, I'm Dr. Aversion, your neurosurgeon. We just repaired your spine, and placed a rod in your back to assist the healing. Do you have any questions?" "Yes, sir. I have nothing but questions. To start with: How's my crewman, Pete?" "He's alive, but pretty messed up. He's in guarded condition. However, I'm only authorized to discuss your case." He went on to answer my questions in great detail, using medical jargon I could barely comprehend. I think they do that to give the patient a sense that they are smarter than us. From what I understood, my legs suffered compound fractures, along with my right arm and back. He also said that I was lucky to be alive, which I kinda figured out on my own. He emphasized that it was going to be a long road to recovery, and then went on to say that it was doubtful I would ever return to flight status. That hurt the worst. I lived for flying. -oOo- After two months in this place, the only bright spot in all this was Lieutenant Linda Halley, my nurse. We spent many weeks flirting with each other. She was definitely every guy's fantasy nurse in the flesh. Linda had a smile that brightened up the room. I looked forward to seeing her every day. The time I had my casts taken off, she had the job of wiping the stink off my skin, but didn't flinch at the job. She laughed and joked while she scrubbed the maturated skin from my arms and legs. We would laugh and chatter all day, never running out of things to talk about. I remember she was reprimanded for spending too much time in my room. I think she knew how much I liked her, because every time she gave me a sponge bath little Billy would be at full attention. She would just cover my erection with a hand towel, and never even break her banter. I couldn't help myself. It was an involuntary reaction from a hormone filled GI. Sometimes she'd pause and flash a smile. Our conversations have become more personal the past few weeks, and we've been talking about a full range of subjects, including family and philosophy. I discovered she was from California, like me. Linda went to junior college in a nursing program, and enlisted in the army after graduation. She mentioned that she was unattached, since her fiance had broke it off a year ago. I made clear I was totally unattached except for being married to the army. During the course of our conversation last week she asked me, "Why the sad face?" I replied, "Because it's Friday." "That's silly. Why would Friday's make you sad?" "Because you'll be off for two days, and I won't see you until Monday." "Well, is that so?" she grinned. "Yup. I really miss you when you're gone. Your replacement is a dude. Trust me, he's not half as cute as you!" I laughed. While she pushed the cart from the room, she looked over her shoulder and said, with a coy grin, "I miss you, too!" Saturday came, and it was the same old routine that started with 6:00 AM therapy. They always showed up with the walker. I tried as best I could on wobbly legs to walk. This big guy held the hand grip of my wool-lined safety belt. We'd inch up the hallway toward the nurses' station, and then would pass by Pete's room, where he was recovering from severe head trauma. I'd always wave and say some smart-ass thing, but he'd just stare back at me blankly. He was more than a gunner to me. We went through flight school together. He was my best friend. I felt responsible for what happened. I had been over it a thousand times. If only... I broke it off sooner. If only... I had fired sooner. If only... Times have changed, I thought as I struggled to walk. It was Just a few months ago, I was running five miles a day. Now I was lucky to make it down this fucking hall and back with assistance. At 8:00 AM, it was time for my scrumptious hospital breakfast, consisting of the same old powdered eggs, soy bacon, oatmeal, milk, and coffee. I actually discovered something worse than Army food, hospital food. It was around 11:30 AM that I was startled to hear a familiar voice. It was Linda Halley. "Hey, big boy! It's lunch time." She walked in carrying a basket, dressed in a sheer pink summer dress. It occurred to me this was the first time I had seen her out of her nurses uniform, and the first time I had seen her hair down. Her blond locks reached half way down her back. I was speechless, and must have looked like a fool with my mouth hanging open. She was stunning and the way her breasts moved, I could tell she was braless. "What's the matter? You never seem to run out of things to say." She grinned a very confident smile. "I... I thought this was your day off." "It is, silly. I thought we'd have a picnic. How does fried chicken, real mashed potatoes, gravy, and corn on the cob sound?" "It sounds as good as you look. Thank you... You're wonderful." "I told the staff to give us two hours uninterrupted time, so... we could have our picnic." "Linda, this was so sweet. You know how I feel... I..." "I feel the same way, Billy," she interrupted. "That's why I'm here. Consider this our first date. If the brass found out, we both might be put in the stockade." "It would be worth it, if we shared a cell." I laughed, and placed my hand on her hip, giving her a squeeze. "You're bad!" she grinned, pushing my hand away. "You have no idea!" I beamed. "Come on, let's eat while its hot. After slaving over the stove and cooking all morning, I don't want it cold." Linda set two chairs across from one another and lowered the tray between them so we could share it. She opened her basket, and started setting up. She pulled out dinnerware, utensils, coleslaw, mashed potatoes and gravy, and a big bucket of KFC chicken. I was laughing hysterically, and said, "I thought you said you cooked all morning?" She smiled and replied, "You found out something new about me today... I lie." We had so much fun chatting and poking fun at each other while we ate. She was one of the few people I've ever met who could keep up with my sarcasm. Our personalities meshed like hand in glove. Then, when she stood up with the window light behind her, it highlighted her lsilhouette through her dress. I wasn't sure if she knew it, but she paused an extended time, letting me take in her beauty of her slim waist, full hips, and flat tummy. "You need to get back in bed. Our time is almost up." She almost commanded. I crawled up on the bed with her assistance, putting my arm around her neck. I continued to hold her shoulders after I sat on the edge and without a word, I looked deep in her blue eyes, and pulled her to me. She enveloped me in her arms, and our lips touched for the first time. So softly at first, but then, through mutual need, we locked into a kiss that I'll never forget. It was like we were drawing the very life from each another. This was more than a kiss. It was like a promise - a promise of more to come. Our tongues twirled together in a dance that was choreographed from the beginning of time. "Lay back on the bed, Billy," she instructed. I laid back, never taking my eyes off hers. "I... I think I am falling for you, Linda," I whispered. Linda picked up the hand cream and squirted some in her palm. She used her free hand to pull around the privacy curtain, and then slipped her hand under my gown. I moaned at her touch. "Shhhh! Be quiet," she whispered, as her hand encircled my member. I remember her touch was so pleasurable, it was beyond description. I had been dreaming about this for months. This required my full resolve to not explode immediately. Using her free hand, she took mine and placed it on her breast. It was so soft. I pulled down her stretch top and exposed her left breast. The nipple was a perky button on quarter-size aureoles. I pinched it, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. "Awww," she moaned. "Shhh!" I whispered, then chuckled sarcastically. She stroked me ever so gently, sensing my struggle in not coming too quickly. I wandered my hand down and lifted the hem of her dress, and slid my hand up her thigh. "Billy, you mustn't," Linda gasped as I softly ran my index finger over the wet mound of her panties. I responded by pushing the soaked cloth to the side, and parting her labia with my probing finger. She shuddered at my touch. "Suck me!" I gasped, in a low voice. "I can't. We might get caught." I held the back of her neck, gently pulling her to my throbbing hard cock. She pulled the sheet aside, and inched her face toward my waiting member. When her sensual red lips parted, engulfing my swollen cock head, it felt like nothing I experienced ever before. Her tongue tantalized the ridge. I could feel my cock head swell. At the same time, I probed her sloppy pussy with three fingers. The squishy sound of my digits sliding back and forth, added to the moment. The rapid pumping pace sent her in to a delirium of ecstasy. I was amazed that I could last as long as I did, but I wanted this moment to last forever. It had been so long since I tasted pussy, and I desperately wanted to, but my lack of mobility seemed to make it impossible. "I want to taste you," I exclaimed. She lifted her head, staring into my face with a look of lustful passion, and replied, "So do I! But how?" "Take off your panties, lower the bed and carefully straddle me." She barely paused before her knickers were on the floor. She then systematicly placied her knees to the sides of my shoulders and bed rails. I cupped her firm butt and pulled her to me. The scent of her womanhood was so enticing. My goatee was soaked in pussy juice immediately. The tip of my tongue seemed to have a mind of its own. I licked and swirled around her clit until it was like a erect little button, and at the same time, probed her opening with my finger. She jerked and spasmed and gained yet another orgasm. "Oh, Billy. Oh God! Don't stop! Ohhh!" she moaned in a low voice as the continuing orgasm rocked her body. "Fuck me!" I begged. "We can't! Your back isn't healed yet," she said, sounding more like Nurse Linda. Suddenly, there was a rapping on the door. "Are you done in here yet? I need to take some blood," a woman's voice asked. "Give us a few more minutes," Linda replied, trying to maintain her composure.The door shut. I thought my experience was over, but my sweet lover knew I wasn't done. She crawled off the bed and lowered her head, engulfing my still-hard erection. With no restraining this time, I erupted quickly. That was, what you might say, a two-month cum. She swallowed, but couldn't contain it all. Semen seeped out, and coated my shaft. "Thank you!" I mouthed my words to her. She took a wash cloth and wiped her chin and rest of the evidence. Then, in a hurry she adjusted her clothing. I watched, as she scurried around, packing things up. I don't know why we weren't talking. Maybe the moment just needed to stand on its own. Words weren't needed. Finally, she came over to me and sat on the edge of the bed. We looked at each other, digesting what had happened. I couldn't contain myself any longer, and put my hand on hers and said, "Linda, I- I..." "You don't need to say it. I feel the same way, and have for a while." "I fell for you the first time I set my eyes upon you," I replied. "I gotta go, love!" She kissed me good-bye, and I watched as she opened the door. She looked over her shoulder and grinned with that radiant smile. The door shut, and I immediately longed for her presence, still smelling her scent, and her taste upon my lips. About fifteen minutes later Edward, my Saturday nurse, came in with my meds and started cleaning up. He was a big black man, who was more apt to be a football player than a nurse. "I hear you had a picnic today," he said, wiping off my roll-about tray. "Yeah, Linda brought me lunch." I replied with a smile. "How was it?" "She brought chicken. It was really yummy. Much better than hospital grub." "I bet, Lieutenant," he said, bending over beside the bed. "I like what you had for dessert," he chuckled, holding up Linda's wet panties pinched between his fingers. -oOo- As the months passed we had many more encounters. She was, at her own request assigned to help with my therapy. Linda promised me that as soon as I was able to jog the side walk around the hospital we'd go away on a vacation together. I remember how hard I worked to make that happen with endless hours of painful exercise. I wanted to prove my doctor wrong with all of his negative predictions. Then the day came. Linda waited out front of the hospital with several other nurses, as I started the mile and half jog. About twelve minutes later I rounded the turn to the applause of a growing crowd. I never felt prouder in my life. It was as if I just won the Boston marathon. I was slapping hands as I approached Linda. She threw her arms around me as I panted to a stop. We kissed and embraced and I lifted off her feet, spinning her around. My prize was getting my life back, even though I knew I would be transferred away from Linda. I Remember I reached in my jogging shorts and produced an envelope. "What's this," she asked, taking the envelope. "Open it and see." I replied. The crowd closed in to see. She rapidly tore it open and pulled out the contents. Then exclaimed, "Oh my God! Two tickets to Hawaii!" I grinned like a Cheshire Cat. Then I said, "I have already checked with your commanding officer. You're approved for ten days vacation. That is if you want to go." "Of course I want to go! I ...love you." I thought, wow the 'L' word!" We kissed passionately. "Hey go get a room!" One of the doctors smirked. However, there was no room to be had for an unmarried couple on base. We still had not slept together, though we got close several times. We decided to wait till we were in Hawaii. The fourteen hour flight was in two days and there was lots to do. -oOo- The flight was long and there were two stopovers. One stop in Huston and one in Los Angeles. Linda, I discovered could sleep on an Aircraft which I can not. I shook her, waking her up, when we got close. "We're here. I can see the islands," I whispered in her ear. "Really?" She replied, stretching her arms and yawning. The intercom then announced, "Please fasten your seat belts and put your seats in upright position. It is 1:30 pm and we will be landing in Ohau. It is a balmy 102 degrees. Enjoy your stay in Hawaii. Please wait for the aircraft to come to complete stop before disembarking. Aloha." After getting our luggage and rental car we headed out to our location, a beach bungalow at the Turtle Bay Resort on North Shore. The drive was beautiful but all I could think of was the beauty beside me. After registration we pulled up at our bungalow. I hurried into the cottage with the luggage. The room was amazing. All hand crafted mahogany but. I wasn't concerned with the rooms motif. All I wanted was standing in front of me. "So what do you want to do now. Eat?" Eat?" Linda asked with a smile. "Exactly... Right after I fuck your brains out." I said, pulling her to me. Our clothing just seemed to disappear landing where we tossed them in a hurry. She hopped up on our kingsized playground with a bounce. It was the first time I had seen her completely naked. I just stood there taking her in. She was more amazing than I had ever dreamed of. I felt like I probably should be taking photos of such perfection. I just stood there staring at her pure beauty. "What's the matter?" She asked, holding out her arms. "Not a thing," I replied jumping on the bed. I cupped her magnificant breasts and alternated kissing and biting her nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned her pleasure. I kissed my way down her belly but she pulled my hair. Stopping me. "Come on Tiger. I don't need and foreplay. Just get on with it." She insisted. "Your wish is my command, my lady," I said, positioning myself between her legs but she put her leg on my neck, flipping me on my back. "What the f..." I exclaimed. She quickly reversed positions, straddling my hips. "I'm on top, stud!" She commanded, holding my erection and lowering her self down on my rigged pole. I watched as it slowly disappeared in to her. Her face was racked with pleasure as she undulated her hips. Her hips rocked and I lifted mine finding the timing. We were a team striving for the same goal. It was glorious. I cupped her breasts and was engulfed by her hair as she bent to kiss me. I rolled her over to take charge, thrusting hard and fast. My skin slapped against hers like an applauds. "Ok my God! I'm coming. Don't stop!" Linda cried out. I couldn't hold back as her constricting vaginal muscles pushed me over the top. I stiffened my whole body as I filled her with long built up cum. Spasm after spasm, I emptied myself in her. I rolled to the side completely spent, gasping for air. "That was fantastic Hun," I panted. "Yeah, a good start for our ten days in paradise." We loved and played for hours. I had never dreamed sex could be so glorious. It seemed my recovery time was but a few minutes before we headed to another round. We left nothing unexplored. I found sweet Linda to be quite vocal. Words poured from that pretty mouth I would never had thought possible. I remember her screaming 'fuck me' so loud I'm sure the neighbors were all aware. It wasn't until seven thirty we left the cabin to get something to eat. The restaurant was a bit of a hike but our bungalow was only a few yards from the shore. I knew I was falling in love every time I looked at her. Those ten days were the best of my life. Besides the constant love making, I taught her to surf on rented boards and we also scuba dived in the crystal clear cove, swimming among the schools of brightly colored fish. No honeymoon could top this but all the time I had this ominous feeling something would happen to rob us of our joy. Then... when we arrived back home I was informed that Pete died of complications. I went into a deep PTSD depression and shut out everyone including Linda. She was as devastated as I was powerless to stop it from happening. I don't know if there is really such a thing as destiny or a Higher Power, but we were brought together through more than circumstance. Linda and I had grown closer together than I could ever imagine. We were not just lovers, but best friends. Without her I don't think I would have made through the hell of recovery, or the emotional nightmare of Pete's death from a brain aneurism. Oh, I did return to flight status, but as a flight instructor. Eventually, I was transferred to Alabama and we remained in touch through email and cards; but like most long distance relationships our passion slowly faded. The last I heard was she married a doctor. I could see that. It's funny how when I look back in my life, there are some people that just come and go but some that seem to be pivotable. She was one of them that made a difference. Reflecting back, I think my first view of her through those ragged bandages was correct. She was my angel. The end.