3 comments/ 66179 views/ 7 favorites Arribada of Love By: Randen A hazy blanket dissolved gradually across the dark blue lake while the rays of the early morning sun skimmed across the shimmering water, a gentle breeze played lightly like a butterfly. The long tentacles of the willow trees swayed in tempo, conducting nature into a springtime melody. I glanced at my watch, almost time for Karen to arrive. She only lived a few minutes away and enjoyed the walk along the lake. Most weekends, she just stayed over, sleeping in the guest room. The tranquillity of my surroundings was a great benefit for her studies. She had become one of our top students, majoring in Marine Biology herself. Only one more day remained before the start of spring break. What a glorious thought! It is not that I do not enjoy my teaching job. I loved it. I thrived on it. Teaching Marine Biology at the Balmorals University for the past four years has been a challenging and fulfilling experience. Now it is time for a well-deserved break from the students. The doorbell rang. I grabbed my brown worn satchel and headed for the door. Karen greeted me with a cheerful hug as I opened the door. "Good morning Ben," a smile beamed across her fresh and excited face, "what a beautiful morning?" I smelled the flowery fragrance of body soap drifting from her shoulder length brown hair as she pressed her desirable body against mine, causing my pulse to race abnormally. She stepped away; her eyes scanned mine teasingly. "Mr. Christopher to you madam," I said, pulling her hair playfully, "and why are you so happy?" "Oh come on 'Mr. Christopher', one more day and we are off to Grandma's place. I am glad you kept your promise to go down with me this time. Have you packed your bag yet?" "Don't worry, I am almost ready. I spoke to your mother last night; she told me Grandma would leave the key with her neighbour. I hope you realized we would be travelling by bus for almost eight hours. My jalopy will never make it in her condition." "I don't care if it will take a week. I have not thought about anything except lying in the sun on the whitest beach in the world. Oh, and of course, being in the company of the most handsome teacher in the county. Hopefully, I can get you to chill out, it looks like you have a stick stuck up your-" "That's enough," I looked at her sternly, "we aren't there yet." "Yes Ben…I mean, Sir," she sighed, rolling her eyes. I remembered the day clearly when I arrived to take-up the teaching post. Karen was 18 at the time, just starting college. Those days, she was still quite shy and conservative; at least, that was what she portrayed herself. Whether she faked it or not, I was not too sure. She took it upon herself to 'take care' of me, as you would for a younger brother. The difference, however, I was a lot older than she was. I obliged, allowing her to indulge herself in her newly found project, giving her the freedom to explore her own identity. I would watch her with great amusement, the way she stood with her hands on her hips, scolding me for my unkempt home or my atrocious eating habits. "You should stop filling your body with all these poisons, you need vegetables," she said with mocked anger. As usual, I replied, "Yes, Karen, you are right. Maybe you can help me do some shopping?" "Cool, can we go now?" her face lit up. Each day, she involved herself with my life, my environment, therefore, my diet changed dramatically, the house became more organised. She even threw a hand in doing the laundry, with confidence and pride she even took care of my underwear. "Your skin looks so dry. What moisturiser do you use?" she commented one day. "What is moisturiser?" I teased. "Oh you men!" she chastised. "Who would take care of you if I don't?" She pulled a large bottle of lotion from her bag. I immediately saw the evidence of a pre-arranged plan she concocted when I noticed that it was still unopened. "Here, let me put some on," she said, squirting the lotion into her hand. I sighed reluctantly, "Okay, but be gentle." Her hands shook as she brought them towards me. I closed my eyes while she gently went to work on my face and then my neck. "I can do your back as well," she said with a tinge of nervous excitement. "Sure, where do you want me?" My unexpected submission caught her off guard. It took her a while to decide, her hands fidgeted nervously. "The floor- you can lie on the floor," she said quickly. "Naked or not," I teased her. She blushed brightly. "It is a bit cool, at least wear a towel around yourself," her voice was marked with bravado, her tongue darted subconsciously across her dry lips. "Fine, whatever you demand, I will go and prepare myself." I took off to the bedroom and quickly undressed. My mind was plagued with whether I have taken this a little too far. Too late now, I thought. If I suddenly stopped now, it might just cause her to withdraw into her cocoon. I decided to play it out, with care of course, keeping on a pair of white bikini-type underwear. I wrapped a medium sized towel around my torso. It just managed to cover my butt, leaving a fair amount of my thighs exposed. I grabbed a larger towel and headed back to the lounge. Karen paced up and down while she clung to the plastic bottle. Her thoughts were raging excitedly. What am I doing? What is happening to me, my body? Why is it suddenly so wet between my thighs? He is my cousin for goodness sake! I ignored her startled face deliberately when I entered the room and spread the towel across the carpet. "There, this should do," I said and slummed down on my front. Karen kneeled hesitantly next to my body, adjusting the short body-wrap skirt, which parted stubbornly in the centre of her naked thighs. It took her ages to decide precisely where she should start. At last, she placed her soft slender hands over my shoulders. "Just let me know if I am doing it right," her voice wavered slightly. "Oh, that is perfect," I purred. The more she spread the cream across my shoulders, the more confident she became. "Should I do it a little harder?" she croaked. "Yes, that would be nice, especially the lower muscles," I prompted. "Okay, but I need to sit on top of you. Just let me know if you get uncomfortable," she said as she carefully straddled my thighs. I felt a sudden stirring in my groin when the inner surface of her cool thighs brushed against my own. The friction of her skin against mine heated rapidly each time she rocked back and forth. She stopped when she reached the edge of the towel in my lower back. "I need to move the towel just a little lower," her tongue fought against the dryness inside her mouth. "Okay," I said dreamily and lifted my torso from the floor. There was a slight hesitation, but she wrapped her arms around my pelvis to untie the knot in the front. The feeling of her forearms and warm breath against my skin almost made me gasp. My manhood twitch slightly, inching closer towards her labouring hands. Finally, she succeeded and slid the towel halfway over my buttocks. Applying a fresh sample of cream, she started to massage my lower back towards the elastic band of my underwear. She tugged on the sides and exposed both my cheeks. Her fingers ran surreptitiously along the crack while she massaged one cheek at a time. She shifted the towel further downwards. The sensation of her innocent fingers in such a private place heightened the alertness in my expanding erection. "I'll do your legs now," the huskiness in her voice covered me like a warm cotton cloud, filling me with excitement. She shifted downwards and started at my feet, moving quite speedily towards my lightly spread thighs. Initially, her knuckles worked fast and hard against my skin, but the pressure changed, the speed changed as her hands drifted higher underneath the towel. She watched excitedly as my buttocks clenched each time she advanced to my heated core. Her one hand rested lightly against the inside of my thigh as she pushed the other firmly underneath my underwear, across one cheek. Karen felt her face twitch. Never before, had she been so close to another human's body. Neither had she touched one so intimately either. Sure, she thought about it, sometimes, but erased it from her mind quickly, too scared to delve into the unknown. Nevertheless, the affinity with this man she secretly nurtured gave her that confidence to embrace her fears, to overcome the physical and spiritual confrontation she struggled with ever since she stepped into womanhood. She felt like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon, exploring a new world of delightful excitement. She glanced between her own thighs, her skirt sat high, exposing her moistened crotch covered by a pair of pink, cotton panties. Look how wet I am! I feel like such a slut! I AM a slut! I want to touch myself, right here on top of him! Beads of sweat formed across her forehead, along the creases of her tiny nose. She massaged more firmly with her other hand. Keeping her gaze on the visible bulge between my thighs, she placed her hand over her crotch, massaging in synchronized rhythm with the other. Her body shivered as she placed her finger over the soaking patch, sliding torturously between her engorged lips. I have to stop, but I am so close! How much I long to feel him touching me, to take me quick and hard! Control yourself, you slut, she thought. "Ben- I am finished, can I- should I do your front?" "Well, I don't know. Do you want too?" My mind worked feverishly, trying to resolve the problem with my straining erection. "Oh yes, no use doing things halfway. I will be quick, unless…," her voice wavered. "You mean, unless I didn't enjoy it?" I prompted. "Yes," she whispered. "Karen, I enjoyed it, maybe a little too much. I do not know how to explain it. It is sort of embarrassing, if you know what I mean." I stammered. "Oh. Maybe you can explain?" her voice filled with excitement. "I don't want to embarrass you either," avoiding her question "Oh come on, I am not a child. I have seen everything before. Now, keep quiet and turn around." She smacked my cheeks and lifted her torso. "Okay, I warned you," I said. I fumbled desperately, trying to keep my swollen head from peaking out underneath the waistband. Even though I managed, the outline was still clearly visible. The towel somehow became lost in the process. "See, it isn't so bad," she said as she lowered herself. A smile spread across her wicked face. I looked with faked casualness towards my cock, but my eyes jerked towards her straddling body. My cock jumped involuntary as my gaze scanned her stained crotch. I dropped my head back on the floor and closed my eyes, avoiding any eye contact with her. I felt my skin flushed. "Just relax," she said. She shifted her weight forward. My god, he has a nice chest, hairless and well developed, not to mention that huge thing underneath his pants. Maybe I can touch it today, my first time, to hold a real cock in my hand! I felt her hands roving over my chest, then lower and closer to the edge of my underwear. Her thighs clamped tightly against mine. At one time, her crotch briefly rested against my hardness. The friction of her heated cotton panties, confirmed that my head was fully exposed. Karen rubbed her hands along my arms and down my sides. She gazed with interest at the contours of my half-exposed cock. I wish I could feel what it would be like to kiss this part, to run my tongue over it. She slid both her hands underneath the stretched cotton, exploring and feeling the presence of pubic hair surrounding this large protrusion. She watched it jerk again, sending an excited thrill through her body. If I could just feel it once, feel it pushed against my heated core. To hell with it, he can stop me if he objects, but looking at the size of it, I doubt he will. I heard another squirting sound; her knees shifted higher, the coolness of her lotion-covered thumbs as she placed onto my pelvic bones. What is she doing! Karen had her body in an awkward position. Her weight strained on her knees as she tried to get her aching crotch inline with her objective, at the same time, to massage that soft area. She watched my face for any sign of rejection. Her hands travelled along my sides towards my shoulders, running them across my nipples. What is she doing to me? My hips arched slightly upwards, touching lightly against her heated crotch. Is this what it means to be horny beyond control, Karen thought. I just need to press against him once, just to feel what it is like, maybe now, while he is relaxed. I will do it fleetingly, mistakenly, just to see his response. I hope he will not be angry. She glanced with anticipation at her crotch, which hung a mere hair's breadth above her desired target. Her juices flowed freely. I need to feel him now, she thought as she lowered herself. Karen exhaled sharply as my cock lunged against her juice-covered panty. Her body remained motionless, heat against heat; she fought desperately for self-control. I felt her heated desire radiating over my twitching cock. Slowly her hands moved across my skin, her thighs shook erratically under the strain of her partially suspended waist. She continued to relax her thighs, increasing the pressure upon our unified passion. I felt the slickness of her juices filtering through her panties, anointing my shaft. She rode gently against my inflamed head. She kept the pace, breathing faster and louder. I have gone beyond my own self-control, I wanted more, I wanted to feel her lips sliding against me. "Karen, we have to stop," I whispered urgently. Karen moaned with disappointment, "Oh no, please don't stop me, not now!" "Believe me, neither do I, but we have to." I looked at her pleading face. "I am sorry," she said; tear welled up in her eyes. "You probably think the worst of me." She climbed off and wiped her eye. "Don't be silly, Karen! You did nothing wrong. I feel honoured, but I do not want you to do something you might regret later. One day you will meet the right person and who knows?" "Yes, maybe, but I know nothing. I have never done this before," she cried. "I am probably the only 18 year old virgin alive. I have never even touched one of those," her eyes glanced at my now flaccid cock. "You are having me on, I can not believe that." "It is the truth!" she uttered and turned towards me. "Please, Ben; may I look at it just once?" "Well, I don't know. I have some books I can lend you." "I have seen enough books. I want to see the real thing. I want to touch it!" she said forcefully. "Okay, only once, but it stays between us. Understand?" I said sternly. "Yes," her face lit up, "I promise!" I pulled my damp underwear over my hips. The idea of my cock acting as an art exhibition brought on another deep stirring. Karen stared silently, licking her lips. "It looks so beautiful, so smooth and soft. Can I hold it in my hand?" I could feel myself stiffening. "Sure, but on one condition; be quick and it is the last time." "That's two, I will accept the first one," she giggled and reached for my cock. "It feels so nice, so big. The skin is so soft." My cock grew rapidly in her tiny hand. "Okay, you've had your fun. Let it go now." Her fingers squeezed gently around my shaft. "Is it painful?" she asked. "No," I groaned. She stroked my foreskin slowly back and forth over my swollen head. "Does it feel nice?" She shifted uncomfortably, feeling her juices flowing again. "Yes, but you have to stop!" I gasped. Her hand continued their torture. "I am wet, you know, soaking wet; I can feel it running down my thighs." I reached forward and pried her hand off my cock, totally against my will off course. My balls were aching like mad. My body is in a serious demand for self-gratification, as in now! "That's it, it was long enough." She pouted her lips, "It was too quick, less than a minute." "It would have taken only a minute to…," I stammered. "To come?" she smiled. "You are terrible! I am going to get dressed." I scooped up the towel and made my way towards my room. Each step, made me painfully aware of my need. "Don't worry," shouted Karen, "I will get my own, I will buy one!" I flopped down onto the bed and caressed my aching balls carefully. Ah, that feels much better! Fuck this, I have to indulge in a little of self-manipulation, I thought as I cradled my cock. The image of her bulging wetness, draped over my shaft, sent a spasm along my cock. I stroke my cock vigorously until my warm semen pulsated across my torso. That feels so much better, I thought while I milked the last drop out of my cock. I grabbed the towel and stood up. "Oh, so that is how you do it!" Karen said with amazement. "Karen! What…are you doing here?" I said exasperated, my face flushed bright red. "Just watching," she said and winked. "I hope you have a shower before you get dressed and don't forget who does the laundry." She turned around and disappeared from the door. "Little bitch!" I uttered softly. Since that day, I remained careful, dodging her approaches, whether it was physical or any verbal conversation directed to sex. Occasionally, I caught myself fantasizing about her hand around my cock, and then discarding these thoughts quickly and with great difficulty. The situation calmed itself after a month or so. Karen directed all her energy into her studies. Unbeknown to me at the time, she somehow managed to purchase a vibrator. I mistakenly found the object when she asked for a project folder she kept in her bag. A tinge of childish-envy filled me as I inspected the seven inches, silver-coloured, offending object. O well, at least she is practicing safe sex, I hoped. Arribada of Love Five years since our first and last 'encounter', she had blossomed into a beautiful woman. She had become quite popular with the men at university. Her unique and captivating big brown eyes with long lashes, a sensual smile, a small nose, and long thick and wavy brown hair, complemented her oval face and cheeky nose. I, on the other-hand, had one failed relationship after the other. I stopped dating altogether, concentrating on my research work and developing the enquiring minds of my students. Karen offered to play cupid, which I quickly voided. The shrewd expression on her face irritated me to some extend. "I would like to have a swim this afternoon. Do you have enough towels?" Karen asked, interrupting my thoughts. The short pleated skirt and white blouse hid her strong well-toned body she developed during years of gymnastic training. I often watched her while she sunbathed on the makeshift pier, or swimming with vigour in the lake whilst wearing her skimpy bathing suites. "Of course, they are in the bottom of the dresser in the guest bedroom. I would not mind if you watered the garden for me either." "You are such a slave-driver," she said, hitting my arm playfully. "I need to have it done before we leave tomorrow; I still have a lot of work to finish of today. I will compensate you well of course." "Mm, interesting, let me guess, a glass of lemonade?" "You are so bright!" a smile played on my face. "Well, I know what I would like to have," she said mockingly. Her hands dragged seductively from her knees towards the hem of her short pleated skirt. I almost lost control of the wheel and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. She was fully aware of the effect she had on me, no matter how much I tried to conceal it. It had become a game for her to tease me, constantly, subtly, yet successfully. It is not that I am not used to it, it is almost part of my daily routine, the shameless pursuance of the over-sexed female students. Not that I am complaining, I endured this little ego-boosting pleasure silently through the years and managed to keep my head. Karen, on the other hand, changed from a shy, innocent little girl to a more daring and enticing little creature. Although she new more than what was apparent, she tactfully managed to direct the conversation to various sexual subjects as time went on. I sighed deeply as I shook my head, "You students are driving me crazy. I think I need to change my job." "Oh well excuse me, what a tough life you have. Are you trying to tell me you do not enjoy all the attention? I know you do; I can see it in your eyes. You crave it. I wasn't born yesterday," "Okay-okay," I said exasperated. "Why aren't you married yet?" I looked out the side window and back to her, "It's a long story; a complicated story." "Tell me," she turned her body slightly to face me. Her skirt rode up slightly, revealing her white milky thighs. "It's personal," I said looking ahead again. "Did you love her?" "I don't know." "Was she beautiful?" "Somewhat." "More than what I am?" I glanced at her questioning face, ignoring her. "Come on! Was she better looking? Was she sexy?" her voice filled with child-like frustration. I turned into the university grounds and parked my car. Karen remained seated, not moving. I looked at her again. I saw a hint of mist covering her big brown eyes. I turned my body to face her. "Karen, I am going to be honest with you. You are one of some of the best-looking girls around here." Her face lit up, "What do you mean, 'one of some of'?" "All-right-all-right, you are the best-looking girl; around here. Now let's go." I reached hurriedly for my satchel, desperate to escape her line of questioning. "Around here?" she continued. "Come-on, lectures are about to start." The day dragged by relentlessly. I almost completed the final lecture. I explained the economical and political impact with regard to sea turtles around the world and discussed the development and potential of various projects to stop the poaching of eggs. It all came down to a matter of economics and an attempt to corner the profitable black market. If legal turtle eggs can get into the market in good condition and sell at a much lower prize, it could relieve the pressure on other fast-declining species. Every now and then, I glanced towards Karen seated in the front row, sapping up the information while her hand scribbled hurriedly. Our eyes made contact; a faint smile appeared on her face. She placed her pencil between her pearly white teeth and slithered tongue her teasingly around the edge. Her one hand rested almost innocently deep between her thighs, only the subtle movement of her knees attested differently. A stammer betrayed my poised face; making her blissfully aware that she caught my attention. A crimson color swept spontaneously across my face, I swallowed hard. My whitened knuckles gripped the wooden podium, holding on desperately for support. Karen smiled and winked at me. I almost choked as her bottom slid forward to the edge of her seat; her knees spread slowly like a drawbridge, offering a direct view into the valley of her long slim legs. The drawing power of her unmistaken dark triangle, edged clearly against a pair of sky-blue sheer panties, captivating my astonished-looking eyes. I tore them away rapidly, meeting her dark lustrous and reckless eyes. I tried desperately to ignore her, but the hypnotic dance of her slender fingers kept drawing me back. A tingling sensation surged between my legs as she daringly caressed her panty-covered mound, her long nails, scraping persistently up and down her moistened panty. I managed to stammer along while I kept my eyes glued to the dolphin picture on the back wall. A fleeting glimpse to her magical crotch made me pray silently for the bell to announce the end of the day. Finally, my wishes came true, celebrating the end of a torturous day. Karen remained seated, swiftly faking an erect lady-like composure. A mischievous smile splayed across her radiant face. The rest of the students scurried out, their jubilant cries echoed in concert down the long halls. I pulled my coat from the chair, "You are very, very bad, you know!" She giggled coyly. "Tell me the truth, did you, or did you not enjoy it?" I picked up my satchel and walked towards the door. I hated her for telling the truth. I was so angry I could breastfeed crocodiles. "Milksop," she exclaimed, stopping me dead in my tracks. I turned around slowly; my eyes met her challenging, yet anxious stare. I glared at her silently. "You're playing with fire," I whispered softly. She slid off her chair and sauntered towards me, stopping inches away from my pounding chest. "Why do you fight it? Why do you fight me? I am not your enemy. Tell me you do not feel the same way as I do. Tell me you never think about me- I am not a little girl anymore, Ben. "No, don't look away! Look at me! Tell me what you see, Ben." The seriousness in her voice forced me to meet her eyes. "What I see Karen… what I see is serious complications. Yes, I do think about you, but this is too dangerous. This could destroy us both and our futures." She moved closer, her head rose, her beautiful face only inches away from mine. I could smell the fresh fragrance of her perfume. The sound of waves was coasting in my ears, my tongue licked feverishly across my dry lips. "I am an adult, Ben," she whispered as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts against my chest, "I am willing to take a chance; I am willing to give it all up." She placed her soft warm lips on mine. An electrical charge surged through my body. Involuntary, my arms went around her waist, our lips parted. Her wet tongue snaked softly between my lips. She breathed noisily as I sucked her gently into my mouth. Our bodies pressed hungrily against each other, crushing her firm breasts. I stepped away from her quickly. "No Karen, not now! We will discuss this later; much later," I mumbled. She sighed loudly, her eyes knowingly. "Sure; when?" "Tonight; we have to." I turned and walked towards the door. "Ben?" she called nervously. I stopped. "What?" "Are you angry?" "No." "You mean it?" "Yes." "You felt something, didn't you?" I continued out of the room, my mind in total chaos. We finally arrived home after a quiet drive. I allowed Karen to drive; at least this will keep her hands at bay! We stopped next to the house. "Ben?" "Yes, Karen." "I am really sorry. I acted very stupid. I promise to behave myself. Will you forgive me?" I pondered for a while, "Karen, there is nothing to forgive. I understand your feelings. I am not going to bullshit you, we both have certain feelings, but we have to keep it under control. I have a responsibility towards you, not only as my cousin, but also as my student." "Step-cousin, we aren't even blood related." "You know what I mean." "I know," she said softly. "It is just so difficult to control. I am sorry I have been so selfish. She turned her face towards me, her eyes filled with tears. "I hope you are not too disappointed in me?" "Of course not, it was great for my ego," I said bravely. "Are we still friends?" "Absolutely, now get your butt out of this car and water the garden." "Can I have a hug first?" she asked softly. I searched her eyes. They were serious. I reached forward and circled my arms around her tiny waist, rocking her slowly back and forth, as you would a child. She sighed lightly and slid her arms around my neck, pressing her wet cheek against my neck. I released her after a moment. She avoided eye contact. We got out and headed towards the house. "I will water the garden later, it is much too warm now. I want to have a swim first. Are you going to join me?" "Maybe later, I have too much to do, but don't worry, the milksop will keep an eye on you," I said mockingly. She punched my arm painfully. "You are monster! Would you at least put some lotion on my back?" "Well, I don't know if I could handle that," I said teasingly, "I am really weak after today." "It's your choice. It will be your loss more like it if you decide not to." "I don't promise anything. I might, I might not. I am not so sure I can trust myself under your murderous temptations." She laughed wickedly and walked off, her hips swaying seductively. Arribada of Love "You are killing me," she breathed out. "Relax," I whispered softly. "I am almost done." "Hold on," she answered. Before I knew, she turned herself around, her arm covering her small breasts. "You may continue. Like I said, don't miss a spot." I was still staring in disbelief, when she suddenly dropped her hands to her sides. Her inflamed nipples stood out against the smooth white skin of her breasts. "Karen, I think…," "What; have you never seen breasts before? Come on, get to work, I am waiting." I applied more lotion to my hands and leaned forward. Ignoring her enticing breasts, I placed my hands onto her taught stomach. "Good," she whimpered. My hands moved in circles across her taught flesh. She pulled her stomach in each time I reached the elastic band. I sat back and took more lotion. Placing my hands on top of her spread thighs, I massaged the top and sides firmly. Every now and then, I dipped my thumbs inside her thighs, sliding them upwards, stopping just short at the hairy creases next to her bulging mound. Karen pulled her feet slightly upwards, allowing her bent knees to fall sideways. Now I had both palms on the inside of her thighs, sliding them teasingly in the direction of her dark-stained crotch. The closer I got, the more her legs trembled. Her breathing rasped over her parted lips "Good…so good," she whispered. My thumbs continued circling, closer and closer. At one time, a little to close, her hips bucked upwards as they skimmed along the wet patch. Her head rolled from side to side. This has gone too far, I thought. I had to stop! I pulled my hands away quickly and as fast as I could, I jumped into the lake. The sudden cool water shook me accusingly; however, the ache between my legs dissipated almost completely. As my head broke the water, I saw Karen scurrying towards the house with her head hung down and her arms wrapped around her chest. A burning sensation shot through my chest. Shit! She did not deserve that. I should have known better, my mind screamed. It is true what they say, "An erect cock has got no conscience." I climbed out of the water and made my way towards the house. I removed my wet shirt before I entered the front door. I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I prayed she felt better so that I can at least talk to her. I walked towards my bedroom, but as I passed the bathroom, I noticed the door slightly ajar. Ignoring it, I continued walking past whilst unbuttoning my wet shorts. Suddenly, a sound of Karen's voice drew my attention. I moved towards the door. Steam filtered through the half-shut door. I listened attentively for a moment. The sound of her soft weeping bound me to open the door further. I gazed through the steam-filled bathroom. My heart leapt once again as her naked body greeted me, silhouetted erotically against the mist. Her back leaned languorously against the white tiled wall inside the shower cubicle. The hot powerful jet of water bombarded her milky breasts almost painfully. I watched as she rubbed her breasts arduously with a soft foamy sponge while her other hand caressed her dark, curly pubic hair. Her 'weeping' increased noticeably as she released the sponge and wrapped her hand around her right slippery breast. She continued massaging her breast, her rigid nipple, captive between two fingers as her hand slipped between her widened thighs. My cock twitched excitedly in my shorts, the head forced its way out eagerly past the edge of my partially unbuttoned shorts. The palm of her other hand were a mere inches away from her dark bush. Her fingers stoked rhythmic circles over her yearning clit. Her back bowed forward, her knees bend outwards as she pushed her buttocks against the tiles, allowing her more access towards her drenched pussy. My hand reached instinctively towards my own swollen member. The sight of her body rocking back and forth was enough to slide my hand over my swollen head. I quickly loosened the rest of the buttons; one came off, skipping across the floor. An intense pleasure coursed through my body as I started to stroke my throbbing cock. I leaned sideways to support my weight against the door pane. The rushing sound of the shower drowned out my own groans as I continued my own stroking. Her head tossed from side to side uncontrollably while her wet hair lashed across her face; her hips rode hard against her swirling fingers. She released her breast as she leaned forward to slide two fingers between her swollen pussy lips. She moaned again, her crooked fingers worked energetically, building her up to a crescendo of a much-needed orgasm. Her cries increased uncontrollably as she neared her peak. My own hand moved faster, a warm heat consumed my body as I clasped my balls firmly in my hand. A sharp shriek escaped from Karen's mouth as her body shook. The mental picture of her rapturous figure propelled me over the edge, causing my sperm to erupt powerfully into the air. I retreated hastily towards my room with my oozing cock still in my hand. The bedlam her convulsing body created was more than I could deal with. My cock continued to twitch excitedly. This was not a simple matter of a teenagers crush. This time it was different. In the wake of my own recklessness, a raging torrent of delightful adulation eroded my ethical boundaries completely. I waited for a signal of her coming out of the bathroom. She passed my bedroom towards the guest room without looking up. Her damp hair strung down her back with her flushed face accentuated against the white towel wrapped around her body. I waited until I heard her door close and quickly scooted to the bathroom. Entering, I noticed the clear evidence of my sperm splattered across the tiled floor. I quickly grabbed toilet paper and wiped it up. I stepped under the almost scalding shower and stood there for a while when a movement at the door drew my attention. "Oops, sorry," her eyes locked on my half-flaccid cock. "Mm, not bad," she said entering the bathroom, dressed in a short, pink skirt and white blouse. Speechless, I watched her as walked towards me, her eyes fixed onto my cock. A bolt shot through me as she reached out and cradled my stiffening cock. My initial response was to stop her. Paralyzes set in as she gently squeezed my expanding shaft. I tried to convince myself that I should at least compensate her for what had happened on the pier. "It would only be fair," I lied to myself. Gently, she ran her thumb in light circles over the sensitive head. The warmth of her hand caused my cock to fill up again, thriving favorably to her sensitive touch. Slowly, her hand stroked my rigid cock up and down. The pressure of her index finger and thumb increased deliberately on the upstroke, adding more pleasure as they passed over the sensitive rim of my swollen head. I have to stop her! I knew I had to, but the sensation she elicited from my body made me completely powerless to resist. I felt my cock growing to its full eight inches with each torturing stroke. She reached for my sack with her free hand, massaging gently. She looked up, an evil but triumphant smile stretched across her face. "Are you enjoying this?" "No…yes!" I hissed. "Do you want me to suck your cock? "Yes!" "Say 'please." "Please." "Say, 'Please Karen, suck my cock until I come in your mouth." She increased her speed, pushing me closer to the edge of an orgasm, my hips started to buck involuntary. "Please Karen; suck me…my cock until I come in your mouth." "Maybe another time, I have to water the garden. Make sure you don't slip on the floor." My cock bounced up and down as she released it. She headed for the door and skipped over the area where I wiped up my sperm only moments ago. "Bitch…" I mumbled out of frustration. Flagrante delicto came to mind, again. "I heard that and you deserved it!" she shouted back followed by laughter. Yes, I supposed I do. My cock twitched angrily. Well, at least she was not angry. Her revenge was sweet and agonizingly effective. I realized I have purposefully allowed the situation to go too far. I have crossed the line of 'no-return'. The images of what have just transpired, dominated my turbulent mind, replacing my guilt-ridden anguish with euphoric excitement. Arribada of Love I kneeled between her spread legs and slid my arms underneath her thighs. I tasted the oil as I traced my tongue across the freshly shaven creases along her thigh. The intoxication scent of her addictive juices made my cock jump. "Oh, Ben, yes please!" Her hands pulled me harder into her crotch. She pulled her knees towards her chest, giving me full access to her beautiful hairless pussy. The slightly parted lips glistened invitingly, allowing me a glimpse of her inner pleasures. Below, I saw the rim of her shimmering anus, moistened by her flowing juices. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue lightly along a single lip, her legs shook with excitement. She moaned excitedly as I probed the entrance of her anus with my stiffened tongue. "Ben! Please, Ben. Eat my pussy…now!" Slowly I advanced upwards, licking and sucking on the smooth outer lips of her pussy. Her hips worked franticly. She gasped as I placed the flat of tongue between her lips, licking leisurely upwards, stopping just short of her hooded clit. With her fingers entwined in my hair, she pulled my mouth over her swollen clit. Her juices coated my two fingers as they entered her warm wet pussy, slowly but effortlessly. "Yes, oh yes! Suck me…suck me hard, Ben!" She felt delirious as I swirled my tongue around her delicate clit. My fingers continued exploring the upper wall inside her pussy. I sucked harder against her clit, my tongue blurred as I piston my fingers in and out of her juicy cunt. Karen felt my fingers making contact with the spongy area inside her cunt. Her body raged as my merciless tongue ignited every nerve in her engorged clit. Her shaven lips sucked at my fingers while her hips jerked upwards. "Yes, Ben, that feels so good! Please don't stop! I am coming!" her hands gripped her inflamed nipples. Her body shook fiercely as wave after wave surged through her body. I continued to suck and lick her clit, my fingers worked together with increased speed and pressure. Her body came slowly to rest; the odd spasm took hold of her when I touched her sensitive clit with my tongue. I removed my white coated fingers and lapped up her spent juices. "That was fantastic," she exclaimed, "I have never had such an intense orgasm before." She took hold of my head and pulled me up towards her. She smiled shyly when she saw my juice-covered face. We kissed passionately for a while, enjoying the warmth of our bodies locked together. Karen shifted her hand between us and reached for my hard cock. Suddenly, the sound of the alarm clock filled the house. "Shit, we have to go!" I said disappointedly. "No, please Ben, we have time," her eyes looked at me pleadingly. "I am sorry Karen, we are late already. I do not want us to miss the bus." "Hey, don't apologize to me," she said smiling, "It is your turn now." "Karen, there is nothing more I can wish for and you know it," her hand squeezed my shaft, "but, we have to go. Just remember, you owe me." "You won't stop me?" "Well, not anymore." "You promise?" "I promise," I said and kissed her again. Arribada of Love "Oh no, Ben, I wanted surprise you!" Her mouth pouted. I walked up to her and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Believe me; I am surprised, very surprised." "How is that?" she frowned pensively. I avoided her eyes. "What's for lunch?" I sat down at the table. She stamped her foot loudly. "Don't do that!" she said frustratingly. The spatula in her hand waved threateningly in front of my face. "Do what?" I said, enjoying her little tantrum. "You know! You always keep me hanging. You never commit to anything." She placed the pan and spatula into the basin. "Ben, please be honest, is this just a game for you?" "No, Karen, it is not." "So, speak to me. Tell me what you think about all this," her hands motioned between us. I looked at the plate of eggs. "Karen, I am surprised how things have suddenly changed over the last couple of days. I am surprised how I have changed. Everything has been a whirlwind." I looked at her. She stood with her arms folded across her chest, protecting herself. Her hips jutted out with false bravado, her large brown eyes fought against the invasive moisture. "I have been offered another job." I said softly. Her face turned pale. "Where…what?" she said with a faltering voice. "Here, at the research centre." "Are you going to take it?" she wiped a tear away quickly. "I don't know yet. It all depends." I answered softly. "On what does it…?" Karen asked. I scanned her face. The tears are rolling freely down her face. "It depends on whether I can find a good, dedicated assistant or not." "I don't understand," she sniffled. I took a fork and skewered into a piece of egg. "I might take the job if I can find a Marine Biology student in his/her final year, whom will be willing to be my assistant." I placed the food into my mouth and started to chew hungrily. I looked at her again. She stared at me wide-eyed with her head slightly tilted to the side. Her mouth opened and closed in disbelief. Her hands dropped to her sides and played nervously with her rose-covered apron. "Come-on Karen, the food is getting cold," I said teasingly, "you know I like things hot." "I…you…how long have you known?" she stammered. "Two weeks." I took another bite. "Do you have anyone in…?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes." "And…?" "Well, there is someone whom managed to throw my life in total chaos, but damn, can she cook an egg." I smacked my lips loudly. Karen shrieked loudly and swept across the floor. Her body collided roughly with mine, toppling me off the chair with a thud. "Are you serious? You chose me?" she cried. Her body pinned me to the floor, her damp eyes searching mine. I hugged her closely and pulled her hard against my chest. "That is to say, if you are willing to move down here after completing your studies." "Well, I will have to think about that. I mean, what will the family think of us living so close together." She pushed down hard against my stiffening cock. I pulled her head towards me and kissed her. Her mouth was warm and wet as our tongues mingled together. "Not here," she said as she broke our heated embrace. We stood up, our eyes still locked together. Our bodies locked together as we kissed again. I bent down, and grabbed her bottom, lifting her feet of the floor. Karen locked her feet behind my back as I carried her to the bedroom. We sank onto the bed and both grabbed at the ruffled sheets and threw them on the floor. We kissed feverishly while we removed our clothes. We stood on our knees in the centre of the bed; just a hand width of space separated our bodies, our hands touched, exploring each other all over. Slowly we melted together. Karen circled her legs around my body, pushing her warm wetness against my swollen member. We looked into each other's eyes while we kissed, reading our united signals of desire. We both felt the spiritual connection. Our bodies and souls were one, ready to give, and receive. Our raw soul-clenching passion and mutual desires, not only physical; it is far beyond that, without fear, without shame. Our fingers communicated our desires as we traced the contours of each other's bodies. We both relaxed completely, taking turns to give and receive. We both felt safe and desired, unafraid of each other's intense sexuality. We massaged each other's nipples lightly. My body shivered as Karen brushed her fingers between my thighs, scraping her fingernails lightly across my sack and up my rigid shaft. I copied her touch as I caressed her smooth lips, bulging invitingly between her shaking thighs. Her pressure increased on my nipple, signaling her need for a firmer touch. We felt each other's warm breath against our faces. She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked me lightly. I complied; my finger parted her slick lips, drawing her juices upwards over her growing clit. She inhaled sharply. We continued this torturous attack, keeping our eyes locked together. I felt my own legs trembling. My cock jumped as she touched the tip. I entered her with one finger; then with two, my palm pressing against her sensitive clit. Our bodies started to rock simultaneously back and forth, we felt our desires for each other increase. Our breathing labored faster and louder as we enjoyed the attention we gave to each other. I retrieved my fingers from her wetness and reached for her hand. She saw the signal in my eyes and sank down onto her back; her legs spread wider as she offered herself to me. I lifted her knees upwards over my shoulders. Karen took my cock and directed my swollen head between her wet lips. I advanced slowly until my head pushed at the tightness of her entrance. I waited, our eyes searching, our bodies quivering in anticipation. She screamed loudly as I penetrated her warm, wet cunt swiftly. She new this was different and it was mutual. This was a much deeper spiritual connection with the man she loved, something she never felt before. I continued to thrust forward with power and control, varying the speed and depth according to her verbal responses. A searing heat boiled between my legs with perspiration plastered across my face. "I…I love you Ben," she whispered softly. "I love you too Karen," I whispered back. The phrase sounded so normal, so wonderful. The heat spread across my chest, filling me with comfort and need. I thrust faster; the sound of my cock sliding into her wetness heightened my pleasure. Karen contracted her vaginal muscles with heated eagerness as she sensed the spasms of my cock. "Yes Ben, make love to me," she whimpered as her nails bit into my forearms. Her pelvis followed my rhythm with each thrust. It was not necessary for her to stimulate her clitoris; there was something different; a different pulsation enveloped her passionate core as she reached the pinnacle of her orgasm. The heady expression on my face told her I was fast approaching mine. I moved faster and lengthened my strokes as I felt my own euphoric climax magnifying, I wished the feeling could last forever, our unique closeness, her special love, the rebirth of my own love. "I love you!" I groaned as an overwhelming eruption racked through my thrusting body. My lurching shaft sent ripples through her torso, catapulting her heated desires into an abyss of convulsing ecstasy. "I love you, Ben!" she cried. Her bucking pelvis slammed hard against mine, meeting me thrust for thrust; her eyes rolled back followed by an unintelligible gargle rushing from her wide open mouth. Somewhere waves came crushing down; somewhere the arribada of love had been reborn. We collapsed exhausted into each other's arms; our hungry mouths sealed, creating a possessive passage for our rapid exhalations. We drifted high, high above reality, swept far beyond unimaginable happiness. Our mutual passion erased all inhibitions and fears, our unity making us steadfast to face the unknown. Both of us wondered whether the other shared the same experience. The unashamed moisture engulfing our emotionally filled eyes, confirmed the unspoken truth.