21 comments/ 67389 views/ 29 favorites Sweet Day By: DesmondAndromeda She looked at him with terror. Sheer terror. Repulsion came next. Finally, anger. Just raw anger on her face. "Christian, what did you just say?" "You asked what I wanted, Eve, so I told you. I'm sorry," he said quietly. He had always been quiet. Now embarrassed too. "Forget it. I've offended you." At times, like now, he still seemed like that shy little boy she had watched grow up. One moment before, they had been walking side by side through a small park in the middle of downtown. A summer breeze, a line of shade trees, a respite from the noise and traffic. Children ran through the cool spray of the marble water fountain. Christian had taken her hand and sat the two of them down on a wooden park bench beside beds of purple phlox. Her question had been simple: What did he want? "I want to sleep with you. I want to make love to you. Before I go, that's what I want." Those big brown eyes of his, always so familiar to her, so warm. Now unknowing. As if the eyes of a stranger. Just 20 minutes earlier everything had been so lovely. The two had a nice lunch, sitting at a sidewalk table outside a little Italian bistro a few blocks off the park. She had loved looking across the menu and glasses of wine at the near perfection of his face. The excitement of youth in his eyes. The softness of his always disheveled light brown hair. He was, even now, barely more than a boy. "You and I must do something special, really special before you go," she had said across the table. "Let's do something really fun, something we'll always remember. Something exciting. So, what shall it be, Christian? What do you want to do?" "We don't have to do anything special, Eve. Really, it's not necessary." "But you and I, we've always made memories, Christian. Sweet memories. This is a time for a memory." It was a link between them. As each memory was made, she dutifully recorded it by hand in a journal, to come back to and enjoy. Their secret. One they had shared since he was a little boy, and back when she still possessed some of the vibrant youthfulness he now claimed. Such sweet days. "No, you're going away. I won't see you for a long time. We must do something to mark this moment," As a young boy, she was his "Auntie Eve," later, as a teenager, just "Evie." And now, one adult to another, she became "Eve." He was her sister's boy. And her sister's boy, her only nephew, who was a mere 20 years old, had just asked to have sex with her. That was his request. Christian was leaving in a week, to provinces and outposts with names she could hardly pronounce. Places in the desert half way around the world. He had been in the Army only long enough for training. So young. If only he would come home safe. She prayed -- something she could not remember having done since all of those Sunday morning communions ago as a young acolyte in church. In his job, Eve's husband traveled. So, during Christian's childhood summers, he would visit their home for weeks at a time to keep Eve company. She would whisk the two of them off to the movies, to live theater in the evenings or dinner downtown. For Christian's parents, eating out meant meatloaf at the corner diner. But with Eve -- who had money, a large house and no children -- dinner was meant to be an adventure. White tablecloths, a maitre d' and cocktail waitresses. Eve and Christian shared years of those kinds of memories. Each one recorded dutifully in the secret journal. For her, such sweet days. Often, she and her husband would take him to their summer cottage at the beach. Once to Europe when he was a teenager. Several trips to New York City. In college, since his university of choice was only blocks from their home, he stayed with them in a guest bedroom. Eve insisted. They were up till all hours of the night. She liked his edgy rock music and offbeat poetry. He liked the exotic stories of her vagabond years in Paris and Hamburg when she was his age. On weekends, she taught him the art of fine cooking. They pored through cookbooks together while drinking cabernet and sauteing French vegetables. He was the son she never had. She should never have asked him what he wanted. Never given him a choice. Just picked something herself, made plans for a long weekend. They could have flown to Colorado Springs and hiked the switchbacks to Pike's Peak. Or headed to Boston for a Red Sox game, maybe take in some of the hip, open air street markets. But no. She had to push it. And so his wish was to have sex. With her. It crushed her. How could he have even asked. The impertinence of it. It was disgusting. "But I've never thought of you like that, Christian. Have I ever said anything that would lead you to believe . . .?" "No," he said, barely above a whisper, as they sat in the park. He chose his words carefully. He was nervous. "It's just that . . . there's always a chance I might not make it back. It's a possibility. This could be the last I see of you. And you are so important to me, Eve. That's why." "Of course you'll make it back." she lied. "You'll come home, find a nice girl to marry and have kids." But he seemed sad. Again he apologized, made excuses and took his leave. Too embarrassed to stay and talk. She could hardly control her anger as she sat on the bench by herself. No tears. Just numbness. * * * Betrayed. That's how she felt as she lay next to her snoring husband that night. How could her lovely young nephew have been so vulgar? After all the wonderful years and string of adventures they'd had together. So many sweet days. Had she done something to give him the wrong impression? She always dressed modestly, even her swimsuits and shorts. There was never any impropriety, nothing untoward. She replayed those years, but was at a loss. With little sleep, she began her morning walk to the college campus. It was her first class of the day. She taught French literature. The walk, through narrow streets of old neighborhoods, was usually cathartic. Not today. She needed to make sense of it all. Christian had ruined everything. He had girlfriends. She had met them. They were young, vibrant. Blonde and brunette fashionistas, with shiny hair and flawless skin. Skirts up to their creamy quick thighs. Despite his quiet shyness, they were attracted to his boyish good looks. She knew that. They're still around. He's certainly not a virgin. He could have any of them. It's silly that he would even look at a 52-year-old woman. What could he possibly see in her? Back at home and alone in the early afternoon, she locked the bedroom door, stood in front of their full-length mirror for long moments, examining herself. Her sunny yellow summer dress had been tossed over a stuffed chair, her bra and unassuming panties at her feet. She was naked. And perspiring from the walk home. Wiping her brow. Her eyes fixated on her reflection. This is absurd, she told herself. What was the point of this? What was she looking for? In her twenties, she had done this often. Loved seeing herself nude in the mirror. Adored the change from the boyish physique of her teen years. She had loved caressing herself, watching the reflection of herself as she ran her hands over her small, heavy breasts. Loved the sensitivity of touching her brown nipples. Watching them get hard. Her fingers grazing lightly over her tight abdomen, down to the curve of her hips. Then sifting her fingers through the bit of soft, fine dark hair between her legs. Lingering there. Watching. All the time watching herself. She loved the arousal of gently massaging her hips, even running a finger between them, touching herself unashamedly. Each time back then, she would finish by using a finger to gently rub herself until she came. Watching the reflection of her own eyes as she did. Odd that she would -- or could -- bring herself off while standing. She felt luxurious. Hedonistic. She savored the glow about her. Watched it in the mirror as her orgasm subsided. Reveling in her nakedness and the sexuality she wielded. Her vagina so beautiful, she thought. This adorable little slit, a secret opening to her mysterious, wondrous self. The very center of her body and soul. But she was young then, Christian's age. So alive. And for awhile, with one lover after another. She could love so passionately. Back then. There seemed to her very little left in the mirror now. She was slightly taller than most women. Still slender, proud of her thin arms, the nice curve to her hips. She would give herself those. But her breasts were beginning to droop a little. Then there was the dry skin, mottled a bit. The richness gone. Her deep chocolate hair giving way to gray. Those China blue eyes fading slightly. Crow's feet emerging A particularly noticeable wrinkle on her jaw. Her legs, too skinny. Bird legs. Overall, mostly dull. Just dull. Nothing sumptuous, nothing splendid. Her luxuriousness long gone. The glow of her sexuality, despite a once-a-week partaking by her husband, now a thing of the past. At least, that's the way she saw it. She looked away from the mirror. Her own nakedness embarrassing her. Just an unclothed woman now, and a bit ashamed. A restlessness enfolding her, anxiety creeping in. Opening her vagina a little, she touched her clitoris, out of habit, rubbing it with little result. Now faster, rougher, forcing herself along, until she reached a hard-fought orgasm. Fluid all over her hand. Running down her thigh. Slumping to the floor, she lay on her side. Closed her eyes. Pulled her knees up. Held herself tightly. And cried. * * * "You seem lost in thought," said her husband, the two of them in lounge chairs next to each other on their back patio. Wine glasses in hand. It was early evening. A nightly ritual. "Just watching the stars come out. That's all," she said. He turned back to his music, a few Schubert sonatas, piped in from the den behind them. She was thinking of her college years. Hollis had been her first. He was an upperclassman, handsome, experienced with women, a bit full of himself. In bed, brutish and taking, always taking. Forcing her to swallow. Never giving anything. Michael had the largest penis of them all. Long, but more importantly, thick. Quite impressive to look at. And she loved looking at it. But once inside her, he had not the faintest idea of what to do with the damn thing. All in all, a real disappointment. Now James, he could take her to the pinnacle, and over. Each and every time, no less. Both of them sweating profusely afterward, the sheets damp and twisted from their calisthenics. He was lean and toned. And a great cook. Too bad he was a jerk. A few others, cute but inconsequential. Then in Hamburg after college there was Klaus, who liked to lick her entire body with his tongue, then recite erotic passages to her from "Lady Chatterley's Lover" as she sat on top, riding him back and forth. She would try to time her own climax to the one he was building up to in his memorized lines. Now that was fun. Then, of course there was her husband. Polished. Caring, attentive during the day. At night, okay. Matter of fact. No real problem. No complaints. But then, to her this whole sex thing, all these years later, was maybe no more than a five on the scale of 10 in importance. Interesting sometimes. But not nearly as exciting as a good dinner party with a dry white wine and lively conversation. And then an uncomfortable thought. Not exactly an epiphany moment. Just a sense of the logical. If sex was so unimportant to her, why then was Christian's request so off-putting? Why her anger? * * * "What have I done to cause this, Christian?" she asked the next day after setting up another lunch date. She wanted to eat Thai at a small, quiet restaurant, one of their favorites over the years. Out of embarrassment, he tried to decline. She wouldn't have it. He was sheepish as they sat down. She plied him with two glasses of their Monsoon Valley wines before pressing him with that question. "You haven't done anything, Eve. You've been yourself. That's all it takes." "There's nothing about me that's unusual, Christian. Certainly nothing sexual. I'm as old as your mother. And I'm family." She paused. "And I'm not even pretty. Maybe when I was your age. Not now. I'm just me." "You want an argument," he said, "because you're angry. But I'm not going to give you one. You just don't know what I see in you. You have no idea how beautiful you still are. And that's another thing I like about you." "What about Amber? You were dating her just a few months ago. Isn't that still on?" "Over. Done. My choice." "Wasn't she a good lover?" Eve asked, immediately wanting to retrieve the words. She apologized. None of my business, she said. She'd never been that crude before now. What's with me, she wondered. "This is not about finding someone to sleep with before I go, Eve. It's about wanting to be with you." She's not sure she understood. But her anger was dissolving. Her disappointment tempered. Now just embarrassment. She looked away, at the other people dining. Shifted slightly in her chair, cleared her throat. She could feel the flushness on her face. This was not like her. He had thrown her off her game. She had been strong heretofore, in charge. For the first time, Christian made her vulnerable. "It just doesn't make much sense to me," she said uneasily, clearing her throat again. "Do you have any idea what a 52-year-old woman looks like au natural? Not like Amber, I can assure you." "You just don't get it, Eve. That doesn't matter to me. Did you ever notice that when I'm with you I always grab your hand to hold. My heart races when I do that. Every single time. Doesn't do that with anyone else. And I'd rather talk to you than anyone else. I just want to pull you to me, as close as possible and not let go. But I'm not allowed. All I can do is hold your hand or hug you for a second or two. I can only imagine what it would be like to kiss you. But it's not going to happen, is it?" * * * Of course it couldn't happen. She had to say no. What else could she say. She lay in bed that night next to her husband. Christian had also recounted one of his fondest memories. Just last year when they were at the beach house, her husband walking the shoreline, she sunbathing and asking Christian to rub sun protection on her back. She turned face down so he could smooth the lotion in. "I was so thrilled that you would let me do that." he had said. "It probably meant nothing to you. But it was everything to me. Just feeling my hand on the skin of your back. It was electric. I felt closer to you than ever before." He was right. She had no recollection of it. What would it be like to kiss her? Had he really wondered that? My God, she thought to herself. When was the last time anyone wanted to do that to me? Not since those college boys decades ago. And her husband in those early years. Oh, and there had been that one other time. A nightclub in Chicago, near Loyola, an end-of-conference party of French teachers one summer. Lots of people. It was near midnight. All three were drunk, Eve and the fun teacher couple she met, Marta and Frank. They had woozily carried their martinis out back to the empty patio and sat at one of the many tables in the darkness. Somehow they were discussing sexual fantasies and wanted to know hers. Surely she didn't tell them. But the gin and vermouth had taken their toll. Marta sitting to one side of her, Frank on the other. Their chairs right next to hers in the dark. Then, both trading kisses with her, his hand gliding up under Eve's skirt, along her thigh, Marta's hand moving up the other thigh. Eve fading in and out. How did all this happen? All so funny at first, then frightening. But their kisses were warm, their taste laced with booze, Marta's perfume filling her nose. Marta's lips were so soft on hers. Never kissed a woman before. From there, even fuzzier recollections. Her panties lying on top of the table, fingers inside her vagina, others on her clit. But it must have been Marta's fingers rubbing her into excitement. No man could ever be that adept. God, she was good. Then just Marta kissing her, delicious little kisses and probing with her tongue. And now Eve's own hand being guided to Frank's hard, naked cock sticking out of his unzipped pants. Marta telling Eve to pump him while she would suck him. Then his sperm spewing over Marta's face and all over Eve's hand. They quickly invited her to their hotel room. But she declined. At least she think she did. She woke up in her own hotel room the next morning and hurried to catch her plane. Threw her skirt and blouse away. Couldn't understand all the stains. For weeks she was obsessed with guilt, but then considered it an aberration, letting the details fade as much as possible. After all, she was 35 back then. Her husband could never know. She wouldn't let that happen. She had learned her lesson. She closed her eyes. Heard her husband's breathing next to her in bed. Thought about Christian licking her skin, like her long-ago young lover, Klaus, in Germany. Wondered if Christian could take her over the edge like James did. She could hardly remember the intensity of those orgasms. I've got to stop these fantasies, she told herself, angry at having even gone there. Left her bed, trundled downstairs, pulled a novel from the bookshelf and curled up on the sofa. Thumbed through the pages, looking for passages of inspiration. Some kind of guidance. If the mere act of massaging suntan lotion onto her back was so "electric" to Christian . . . If he was the only person on the planet who cared to kiss her these days, would it be absolutely abhorrent to let it happen? Somehow it began to seem such a simple request. To let him sleep with her. After all, things like that didn't mean that much to her any more. And she always before would do just about anything for him, she loved him that much. He was her best friend. No one else need know. What's the harm. Just a gift to Christian. Besides, he was leaving in four days. None of them could know the road ahead. A future without him in her life seemed unthinkable. She couldn't allow him to leave with this divide between them. Really, such a simple gift. And, if she did this, what kind of lover was she to be? Would he want slow, gentle romance? Or was he looking for a whore? Hollis had wanted her to lie still, like a cadaver. James wanted her to take the lead. How was she supposed to know what Christian wanted? She knew nothing of his desires. And what if he were disappointed with her? What if it was a let-down to him? After all, at 52, how much could she offer him? She feared her nude reflection in the mirror certainly suggested not much. She couldn't bear that to happen. Now she was worried sick. Intimidated. * * * The plan was for each to drive separate cars to the coast, arriving at the beach house late in the afternoon, in time for dinner, then spend the next two days there before he had to report for duty at Fort Bragg. "Let's go to the beach for just a few days," she had told him over the phone. "Meet me there this afternoon if you will. It'll just be the two of us." No mention of what they would do there. Neither broached the subject. On the two-hour drive down, she had never been so unsure of herself. The greeting when they arrived, their dinner and walk on the beach afterward -- all awkward. Back at the beach house, their conversation clumsy, suddenly with little to talk about. This rift was alienating him, and tearing her apart. All of it an embarrassment. Even more so since this was the same ocean-front home she and Christian had been coming to since he was 10. Their summer refuge. The three of them, her husband included, would sit on the wooden deck and watch the ocean tide drift out on evenings. Always before, peaceful, soothing, conversation deep into the night, laughter too. Good times. Sweet days. But now, everything was unnatural. Sweet Day Dream The taste of Kourtney's tongue tasted so good to Lauren. She stepped back slightly to look at the beauty standing in front of her. She smiled and then trailed kisses down Kourtney's neck. The smell of her skin was intoxicating. Lauren licked all the way to her nipples. Kourtney moaned in response and Lauren locked hold of her. Kourtney wiggled making Lauren more wet. She placed a finger on Kourtney's clit. She wanted to taste her and this was her chance... Lauren was jolted from her daydream by the bell ending the school day. She slowly walked out into the cold autumn air. She didn't know why she was daydreaming about Kourtney. Yes, the girl was beautiful. Kourtney was 5'6", chestnut hair, and sea green eyes. Both Kourtney and Lauren were 18 years old. So they had a few things in common. But, they hardly ever talked to each other. Kourtney was apart of the "in" crowd. So they were in two different worlds. Lauren pulled her hood over her ears. The walk to her house wasn't too far from the school. Still it seemed like it took forever. Up the road Lauren saw her boyfriend's car. She felt relived to see him. When she came up to the passenger's side Cord unlocked the door. "Hello beautiful how are you doing?" He asked. Lauren looked at her boyfriend. "I'm cold, what do you think?" Cord smiled and put the car into drive. He then grabbed Lauren's hand like he always did in the car. After momentary silence Cord said, "Lauren, I think we need to talk. I am going to be going out of town for a while. My grandma is in bad health and I need to get to Austin for a while. So I won't be able to make it to prom. I am so sorry to do this to you." "I understand that you have to leave. I would do the same thing if I were in your situation. As for prom we can always go next year." He smiled at her and said, "I knew you would understand." Cord pulled up in Lauren's driveway. "Thank you for the ride home. I have a lot of homework to do. But, I will give you a call later." Lauren said. She leaned across and gave Cord a kiss and then got out of the car. She watched him leave and then walked inside. She knew her parents weren't home yet so she went into her room and locked the door. She changed into shorts and a baby tee then sat on her bed. She picked up her book bag and found her assignments. But, she couldn't concentrate. She found herself thinking about Kourtney. She shook her head hard. Around six she heard her parent's car pull up. So she put away her books and went into the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Allan walked in and smiled at their daughter. "How was your day LorLor? Mr. Allan asked. He knew full well Lauren hated that nickname since she started high school. "Dad don't call me that and it was fine. How was work?" She asked both of her parents. "Long and tiring day. But, we managed to drop by the church to get a head start on Sunday's service." Mrs. Allan replied. Both of Lauren's parents were in the ministry. They also owned their own store in the mall. It was a spiritual bookstore. So Lauren never told her parents about her feelings for Kourtney. She knew they wouldn't understand. After dinner that Lauren went back into her room to study for a test the next day. She was grateful that her parents didn't pry too much about her day. She really didn't feel like talking about it. Lauren opened up her history book. She started reading the chapters the test was over. But, concentrating wasn't easy for her. Kourtney was on her mind. After an hour of fighting to study she gave up. She walked to her closet and got her jacket. Her parents were in the living room cuddled up on the couch. She told them she was going for a walk and wouldn't be gone too long. Lauren knew exactly were to go. She went to the park and down into the wooded area behind it. There were over a hundred trees covering the place. So it was very private. She loved coming here when she needed to think. It was peaceful and hardly anyone came there. So she knew she would be alone here. She walked by the creek that she used to play in when she was younger. She sat down and started throwing rocks in the water. Then something else caught her attention. Splashing sounds were coming from a distance. "That's strange I know not many people come here. It must be an animal playing." Lauren thought. Curious she walked further into the wooded area. She couldn't believe her eyes. It wasn't an animal at all. She felt like someone was playing a joke on her. There in the water was Kourtney. She was skinny dipping. Lauren stepped back behind some bushes so Kourtney wouldn't see her. She stared in awe of the gorgeous body in front of her. Lauren watched Kourtney splash around in the cold water. Her nipples were very erect. Her breasts were nice and firm. Lauren thought they were at least a size C. She looked down at her own breasts and felt ashamed for only being a size B. She sat down and continued to watch the other woman enjoy the water against her body. Lauren felt herself get wet. Without thinking she slipped a hand into her sweat pants. She massaged the throbbing body part. Lauren slipped a finger and then two into her wet hole. She moaned under her breath not wanting Kourtney to hear her. She moved her fingers in and out slowly and then faster. She felt herself coming close to climax when she lost her footing. She heard a twig snap and watched Kourtney look around. "Who is there?" Kourtney called out. Lauren didn't want to answer. She felt so embarrassed and knew it would be all over the school the next day. "Who is there?" Kourtney called out again. This time Lauren walked out into the opening. "It's me Lauren from History class. I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb you." Kourtney laughed and looked at her. "Disturbing me? Why you did no such thing. I just wanted to enjoy the water that's all." Kourtney stood up more in the water. Lauren watched the water drip off her nipples. Then she turned her head away. She felt her cheeks begin to get hot. "Oh, don't tell me that you're embarrassed to see me nude. I don't mind one bit." Lauren returned her gaze back to Kourtney. "Why don't you join me the water is inviting?" Kourtney said. Lauren couldn't believe her ears. "Isn't the water too cold?" Lauren asked. "This is Texas sweetie. It hardly gets too cold in autumn." Kourtney replied. Lauren thought about it for a minute and then started undressing. She noticed that Kourtney was watching her. Lauren took off her panties and then got into the water. The water was slightly chilly to her at first. But, a few minutes it warmed up. They made small talk about school. About who was dating who. About Mr. Gates' student sex scandel. Cord was even mentioned. "Lauren have you ever been with a woman?" Kourtney asked. Lauren looked around and stayed silent for a minute. "No, I haven't. Why do you ask?" Kourtney didn't answer. Instead she moved closer to Lauren. She placed her hand on Lauren's breasts. "It's just a question. I have to admit I've had a little crush on you all year. But, I didn't know how to tell you. Also I think I've seen you check me out a couple of times. I also saw you stare at me in gym class today." Lauren looked down and stayed real silent. Kourtney smiled and then kissed Lauren. She felt herself kiss back as Kourtney's tongue moved over her own. She moaned slightly and though that Kourtney tasted exactly like she did in her day dream. Kourtney trailed kisses down Lauren and then stopped at her nipples. Lauren moaned loudly feeling Kourtney's warm mouth cover her nipples. She couldn't believe this was happening. But, there was no way she was going to stop it. Kourtney grabbed Lauren's hand and placed it on her pussy. Instinct seemed to take over Lauren. She slipped a finger inside the other woman. Kourtney moaned and kissed Lauren again. She moved her fingers in and out of Kourtney. She made circle motions on Kourtney's clit. She repeated this and used her other hand to finger fuck the hell out of Kourtney. She felt Kourtney's muscles get tighter and knew she was about to climax. Lauren picked up the pace and soon she felt Kourtney quiver in sweet release. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" Kourtney asked. Lauren smiled and nodded her head. "Now it's my turn to please you." Kourtney said. She placed a towel on the bank of the river and instructed Lauren to sit on it. Lauren did as she was told. Kourtney spread her legs apart and started licking Lauren's slit. Lauren never felt anything like it. Hell she was still a virgin. Kourtney slowly licked the sweet nub with her tongue. The taste was sweet and Kourtney couldn't get enough. Kourtney sucked on Lauren's clit making the girl buck wildly. Lauren started fondling her own nipples. She placed a finger inside the tight hole and moved in and out fast while licking. She felt Lauren tense up and smiled. Two seconds later Lauren's body quaked in a sweet orgasm. Kourtney kissed Lauren to quite her down. They stared at each other for a while and then decided it was time to go. Lauren dressed and watched Kourtney do the same. Both girls walked back out into the open. Kourtney looked at Lauren and asked, "Would you like a ride home?" Asked Kourtney. Lauren smiled and said. "That would be great. How about you stay the night? My parent's won't mind." "That sounds good to me. My parents think I am spending the night at a friend's house anyway." Kourtney replied. They walked to Kourtney's car hand in hand. On the way to her house Lauren explained the situation about her parents. Kourtney said she understood. Both walked quietly into the house. Lauren's parents were already in bed. They walked into her room and Lauren locked the door behind them. Lauren locked the door. They undressed and got in Lauren's bed. The girls giggled like new couples did. Lauren knew she had to tell Cord about this. It would hurt him but she knew that this was her way of life. She just hoped she didn't loose him. "I didn't know you were lesbian." Lauren broke the silence. "I'm not I'm attracted men and women. But, you are the first woman I've been with. I hoped I did well." Kourtney replied. Lauren told Kourtney that she herself was a virgin. Then she admitted her feelings for Kourtney. They made small talk and then before falling asleep in each other's arms Lauren said, "Sweet dreams Kourt." "Sweet day dreams Lauren." Kourtney replied. The both started laughing and thinking about the fun they could have tomorrow then feel asleep. Sweet Day With little conversation, Christian walked onto the deck, sat on the steps leading down to the sand and looked out on the night ocean, the crescent moon shining on the waves. Down by the water's edge, people -- really just shadows of themselves -- walking, some hand in hand. Eve joined him, sitting beside him on the steps, smoothing her summer dress down her thighs, then tucking the front of it in between her legs. She made no attempt to hide her nervousness. She had to begin somewhere. "Look, Christian. What you want from me -- It's just that I don't believe I have anything to offer you." "What do you mean?" he asked quietly. Each of them holding their gaze on the other. "This whole thing with sex. Those years are behind me. That's a young person's game." "I don't believe that. Eve. Especially not with you." Though now afraid to even touch him, she forced herself to raise her hand and run her fingers through his hair, as she had done routinely, affectionately all these years. "Sex," she said, "is such a mystical thing, Christian. Visited on the young. But when you get older . . . it has a strange tendency to fade away." "Did you like sex when you were my age?" "Well, yes. Who wouldn't. I had my share of it." "So what's happened that made it fade? "This is so hard to talk about, Christian." Even in the darkness, she could feel her face turning red. The words came slowly, a long pause, her voice quivering at first. "I don't know about other people, but sex to me has always been about intimacy. And sometimes for people who have been together for a long time -- decades in my case -- you kind of lose that craving for intimacy with your partner. The years of routine just take their toll." "Even if it's that same intimacy that I want with you?" he asked. "Is it gone forever from you?" "It may be too late for me, Christian. The idea of it seems so awkward now. It's embarrassing to even think about. Tossing about naked, opening yourself up to someone. No shame at all. When I look in the mirror at myself, I don't think I have anything to bring to the table." They sat quietly. She felt her heart was breaking. * * * Let's take a walk, he says, clasping her hand, leading them down the beach, walking along the edge of the surf, becoming dark silhouettes, like the other strolling shadows. They step slowly, their bare feet in the cool, wet sand. He says nothing. To her, everything she had said must have been wrong. She had opened herself up too much. Exposed her soul. Sadness washes over her. Just utter sadness. She begins crying in the darkness. But she won't wipe the tears with her hand. Doesn't want Christian to know. Just keep walking. But he does see. He stops, pulls her to him and she cries on his shoulder. Then building, really sobbing uncontrollably. More sad than she ever thought she could be. Crying for the emptiness that has consumed her. Crying for the loss of that vibrant young woman she once saw in the mirror. Crying out of sheer fear that Christian won't come home. She clings to him desperately, pushing her whole body against him, squeezing her arms around his neck, inhaling the smell of his skin, taking it in, committing it to memory so at least no one can take that from her. He kisses her for the first time, but it seems lost on her, save for the softness of his lips. She fears that she may never feel anything again. Only sadness. In silence they head back to the beach house. On the deck, she reaches for him, pulls him to her. Whispers. "I will always love you, Christian. Just know that. And I'll be here for you." She releases her hold and takes a step back. Closes her eyes. Throughout most of her life, Eve had carefully planned all of her actions. A woman of deliberation. That's what she thought of herself. Yet, here she is, unexplainably reaching around to the back of her dress, pulling down the zipper. No real understanding of why. Pulling the shoulder straps down. Reaching around again to unhook the bra. Letting it fall down her arms. She looks down at her milky white breasts with their gentle slope and hard nipples. Naked in the evening air. Cups each one with a hand. And looks up at Christian. "This is all there is, I'm afraid," she says. She massages each breast as he looks on. She caresses her nipples. Then pulls them outward. Looks at him. "It's been a long time since anyone has kissed my nipples," she says. But he is frozen in fear and nervousness. "They're for you now. Would you kiss them?" He steps to her, hesitating, but bends his head down and takes them, one by one, between his lips. She feels his body shaking. But she, herself, is now calm. A bit distant. The warmth flowing up her breasts from his kisses seems strange. Her nipples feel stiffer, harder than she can remember them being as he begins gently sucking them. Yet, a part of her seems removed. As if she is standing in the darkness at the corner of the deck, looking on as another woman makes love with him. With her breasts gently swaying, she slowly leads him down the steps, to the side of the deck and an outdoor shower used to wash off the sand. No walls or privacy. Just a shower head, a shelf with bars of soap and a small platform to stand on. She pulls her dress over her head, steps out of her panties. Then pulls off his tee-shirt, unbuttons his shorts and pulls them down. His boxers follow. Now naked with her. His penis is soft, but starting to awaken. She takes his arm and pulls them both under the flowing water. Probably no one will see. She doesn't care any more. No words. She washes him, lathers her hands, smooths the soap across his skin. Slowly, very slowly washing him. Palming his chest. Tracing her fingers along his abs. Squatting and washing his legs. His cock now hard and thick, tipping and swaying. She looks at it in the darkness, holds it, lathers it from the tip to his balls. Lathers them too. Still no words. Just the sound of the water and a warm, salty night breeze from the sea. She takes in his scent before the soap can wash it away. His own breathing quickens. She stands. Hands him the soap. Her eyes lock on his as he begins washing, cupping her breasts. She likes the weight of her breasts in his hands. Likes it when he washes her nipples, pulling gently on them, gliding his fingers over them. He moves, embraces her from behind, glides his palm over her stomach, down to her abdomen. He seems experienced. Must have done this with Amber. Touches between her legs with some expertise. His finger sliding easily into her slit. She shivers. Her knees give a little. Been years since someone took time to touch her there. With her husband it is in and out, just the basics. She grasps his penis. It has enlarged even more. And harder, so hard she thinks to herself. Hard like the rest of his body. Trained to be in shape for war. She strokes him. "Eve" he says a little pleadingly. "I know," she says, sensing his urgency. She leads them into the house, to her bedroom. Turns on a small bedside lamp with a warm dim glow. Now the only light in the house. She lies back on the bed, spreads wide for him, exposing everything between her legs -- her pinkness, the curly dark hair, the soft whiteness in her thighs. She sees hunger in his eyes once he's above her on the bed. Obsession in his face. Desperation too. "It's okay," she says and he plunges into her. So deep and so quick that it takes her breath. Hurts. Two, three, four deep surges and he cums, collapses on top of her. "Eve, I'm sorry," he says. "Shhhhhhh. Sleep. We'll have time." She turns off the lamp. An hour passes, maybe more. From her pillow, she can see the moon over the ocean out the open windows. Faintly hears waves crashing. Breathes in the salt air. The two of them are spooning, his body enveloping hers from behind. She has been thinking about this night as she hears the quiet, steady breathing of his sleep. But now his hand is fondling her right breast as they lie on their sides. He squeezes gently, caresses her nipple. She turns over, eyes meet. "Let me," she whispers. Her hand pushes him onto his back. In the darkness she glides her fingers over his chest, his abdomen, his hips. How amazing his young, smooth skin feels. How warm. No blemishes, bumps, rough spots. How utterly perfect, she thinks to herself. How much life there is in him. Lays her head on his chest, breathes in deeply, intoxicated by the aroma of soap, sand and his fresh skin. She plants little kisses all over, deliberately moaning as she goes, letting him know that she now wants this. Instinct takes over. She guides her face down, then farther, down to his soft penis and balls. She lightly kisses the tip, then each of his balls. Her sense of smell now heightened. She lays the side of her face on him, her cheek against his penis. Moves a hand up to massage his balls. And holds them. Every moment or so she turns her lips in and kisses the penis again until it begins stirring. She strokes it. Watches it rise. Caresses until it is hard and swaying. "You have such a beautiful dick," she says, holding it upright and without looking away from it. "I just adore the olive color you have. And the strength to it. So much youth and hardness." She squeezes it. Then runs her fingers lightly, very lightly, all around and over the head. Touching the opening. Seeing the droplets come out. She licks the head. Takes it in her mouth, sucking gently, then opening up her throat to take him deep in her. But she stops before he gets too excited. She kisses his thighs, nips at them with her lips and teeth. All the while, tears well up in her eyes. Her sadness gone. Now her heart is melting for this young boy. Her love for him is so absolute. Unconditional. Beginning to overwhelm her with emotions. She wipes her eyes in the dark. He senses it. Now he makes her lie on her back. No words. Just touching skin, running his fingers down her ribs, her hips, down her legs, kisses to the inside of her thighs. Then kissing, suckling her nipples, harder than before. With each suck, she moans out loud. Her nipples are on fire with excitement. He lays on top of her, his legs between hers. She lifts her thighs, begins rubbing the insides of hers against the outside of his. So much heat. Never felt so much. They kiss lightly, then hard and long, tongues searching each other out, each trying to sink into the other's body. She interrupts. Whispers in his ear. Finds herself asking, pleading really, for what she has never asked a man before. "Lick my cunt, Christian. Taste me. Put your tongue in me." She turns her head on the pillow. Looks out at the moon through the open windows. Feels the touch of his tongue on the slit. It opens her, his tongue strong but gentle. So gentle she thinks. He licks the lips of her vagina, caresses in delicate circles. Then wiggling it back and forth over her clit. But feathery light. She feels his breath on her opening. Her heart and soul drifting into some other place. Another world. Everything hot. Wet. Slippery. He rubs her stomach with one hand. Slides two fingers of the other in her vagina, curls them up, touches the spot. The warmth between her legs, deep in her cunt, begins to spread. Up her abdomen, like an exquisite drug coursing throughout her body. Feels the blood rushing through all her veins. Nothing else exists anymore, just the two of them and their splendid bodies melting into each other. Her heart seems to be expanding, getting larger and larger. The inside of her body so alive. On fire. Then explosion. Heat everywhere. Her legs squeezing his head and face. She can't stop. Wetness pouring from her onto his face. "Fuck me, Christian. Now," she says. Then whispers to herself: "Please. Please. Fuck me." His hardness and heat fill her as he enters. She wraps her legs around him, squeezing, pulling him into her. Throwing arms around him, pulling him tight, the side of her face against the side of his. He moves in and out, slowly. Heavily. So heavy. And so hard. Back and forth, back and forth. Slowly. Her body falls into the rhythm. Every part of her quickly again on fire, even before her first orgasm has subsided. Back and forth. She can hear nothing but the distant ocean waves. Crashing and surging. Waves now rolling to the same rhythm as their bodies. Waves inside her now, rolling and building as the heat is building. The fire inside her roaring back. Back and forth. His cock feels so large, huge and growing, searching. Hard enough to break her in two, reaching deeper in her than any man ever before, into her very core. She is helpless. At his mercy. No will to resist even if she wanted to. Hanging on for dear life. And then erupting. Squeezing him as if their lives depended on it. Flooding him again. But it doesn't stop. Just keeps going and going. Fire and unending waves, all inside her. Rolling endlessly. Rippling and Rippling. Never this long before. Never this exquisite. He lunges even deeper, sperm jettisoning in her. Once. Twice. Three, then four times. She is overcome. Tears rolling down her face. She clings to him. Her body shaking. Her eyes closed. She cries out. Bites his shoulder to make sure he is still there. She feels like she's being reborn. * * * An hour passes. She is curled into him, holding still so as not to disturb him. She watches the sun's rays slowly begin their rise above the horizon, the ocean coming into view. She can hear his breathing, sense the weight of his penis, now getting hard in his sleep, pressed up against the opening between her hips. For her, everything is too splendid to sleep. The coming sun, the breeze, the new day. She adores these sensations. She can feel every square inch of her body. Loves this skin on skin. Marvels at his nudity. Relishes her own nakedness. And this wonderful slit between her legs, wet and soft, is a part of her again. The center of her heart and soul. So overcome with it all, she slips down in bed, begins stroking his penis, running two fingers, one on each side, up and down its length, making it even harder, then sucking on its head. She has to have this. Can't wait. She licks his skin up and down, kisses and fondles his balls. She adores his cock and balls. So much a part of him that she'd never known. But now she knows him as a man. And she has to know it all. Has to experience it. He awakens as she takes him deep in her throat, sliding her mouth back and forth, she needing him to cum in her mouth. Wanting to swallow it all. It would be the completeness between them. A feeling she has never had before. She sucks and sucks as he moans. Sucking, licking, stroking. Then his seed erupts in her mouth, spewing down her throat. She kisses his penis endlessly, little light kisses as he subsides. She crawls back into his embrace. Lets him sleep. Never before has she felt so alive. And so filled with love. This night was meant to be a simple gift to him. A going away for her soldier boy. For him to remember throughout his deployment. But this gift was not from her. It was a gift presented to her. She understands that now. Christian has given her the best gift of all. One missing for so long: Desire. The return of pure desire. The ability to once again love passionately. As she watches the orange colors blend with the coming blue sky, she senses a oneness about herself. Her heart and body in rhythm. She has never given herself so completely to a man before. Not ever. Until now. Gone is her disgust at the incest. She thinks of the novel she had pulled off the bookshelf the night before. That so inspired her. It was "Lady Chatterley's Lover." She had read and committed to memory a passage from D.H. Lawrence: "No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all there is in life, it seems to me." When Christian comes home, well, there's no way to tell what the future brings for each of them. It may be that she can never be honest with anyone about her feelings for him now. But she will love him nonetheless. By the time Christian opens his eyes, the sun will be shining brightly into their windows. She will be there, beside him in bed. And she knows what the day will bring. They will mix up some blueberry pancakes, a favorite all these years. Their last cup of morning coffee will be out on the deck, to smell the salt air and feel the ocean wind through their hair. And there will be morning conversation and laughter. Then, she will lead him back to bed and hold him for the longest time. They will be naked. And they will make love all day and deep into the night. It will be a sweet day. Such a sweet day. end Sweet Degradation Verbal abuse fused with doting affection. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (9.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Sweet Delight You are lying motionless on top of a large antique mahogany table. The warmth from the fire place cascades over your naked flesh like gloved hands relaxing every muscle and nerve in your sculpted figure. A small pillow rests beneath your head as a dark satin cloth covers you eyes. The elimination of your visual sense magnifies the acuity of the remaining four. The ambient noise from the crackling flames drowns out all other sounds in the room. A faint waft of strawberry floats in the air as you keenly observe your surroundings. The texture of the warm wood beneath you feels of hundreds of years of polish and waxing. You wait patiently yet eagerly for the night to begin. As we walk into the room the vision of you perfectly placed upon the table brings a smile to our faces. The object of our desire awaits us ready and willing. Your expression is emotionless as we approach; unaware of our arrival you continue to silently relax and wait for your guest to arrive. The tinkling of the sterling silver spreader announces the arrival of your much awaited partners. You smile and start to speak but a finger quickly covers your soft red lips as you hear a, "Shhh" come from the other side. A sudden chill interrupts your warmth as a sticky pasty substance is smeared across the round rise of your breast. The instant cold draws the pinkish round areola tight atop you breast. The firm unforgiving blade of the spreader scrapes over the crest of the globe pinning the hardening nipple under it until it passes allowing the rock hard bulb to spring back into an erect stature. The same deliberate action repeats itself on your opposite breast finally eliciting goose bumps all over your upper body. Slowly a trail of cool stickiness is carved out down the slopes of the glorious mounds traveling south along the smooth rising and falling abdomen curving around the naval. As the trail approaches the Mons it widens and covers the bald baby smooth rise just above the clitoral hood. Deliberately and delicately the pasty substance is painted up and over your clit and down the sides of you dangling delicate lips. All the while your breath hastens and stomach trembles as you lay perfectly still not knowing what would happen next. A hot wet tongue begins to trace the outer edges of the sweet smelling paste on one side as the spreader finishes its work down below. The strawberry smell begins to fill the room as both breasts are becoming devoured by two mouths. The small seeds mixed in the jam scrape along your flesh ever so lightly. The heightened awareness if touch allows you to feel each and every little pebble as it moves along the skin reacting to each nerve sensor along the way. On one side soft tender lips and tongue clean away the sticky jam with cat like laps and kisses. On the other side a stronger more masculine tongue scoops up the pasty treat from around your breast. You feel the whisk of well groomed whiskers cross your smooth flesh as the chin of the stronger tongue clears away what little was left behind. Both mouths reach the tip of your breast at the same time; on the right the soft tender lips slowly encircle the hardened nub sucking and flicking it gently. On the left a wider grasp of your breast is engulfed taking in the entire crest all at once. Slowly the lips close in on the nipple as the coarse hairs tickle and rival the seeds like little fingers massaging your flesh. As the mouth on the right finishes it departs you body momentarily only to return with a soft passionate kiss upon your lips. The tender kiss is familiar and you savor the touch of your sister as she lovingly reassures you of your passions for each other. On the left you can still feel the tongue bathe and twist around your erect nipple. Teeth rake up the length of your nipple as the last of the strawberry treat is removed from your breast. Leaving just as quickly as she arrived you lick your lips tasting the sweet sticky substance she left behind. Just as you suspected; strawberry jam covered your lips in a shimmering gloss. Her soft tender tongue rejoined the other as they crisscrossed each others path like two ice skaters winding down a long frozen river. Your stomach quivers as they make their way further down the length of your body tantalizing and teasing your flesh with erotic pleasure. Passing the naval and circling around again you gasp for breath as the obvious emerges. Stopping just shy of the Mons both tongue vanish leaving you shivering with excitement. You feel the table slightly shift and a stronger warmth hovers over you. The appearance of a sweet aroma comes within range as you breathe deeply through you nostrils. The strong feminine scent registers in your mind as that of your sister's wet delicious pussy. You can tell form the pheromones in the air that she is aroused and the proximity of her devilishly decadent cunny is within inches of your mouth. Hands grasp your thighs and spread them wide bending at the knees leaving you exposed to the elements of the room. With your hips rotated outward your legs rest comfortably on the table. You feel the soft round globes of flesh brush across you stomach as she lowers her body. The stiff nubs on her breast trace back and forth over the tight muscles of your stomach as she settles into position. Tongues return to your flesh as the two mouths lap at the smooth hairless Mons. With deliberate strokes they smear and clear away the sticky residue of jam. Saliva mixes with the jams causing a trickle of wetness to leak down the inner creases of your thighs reuniting just below the open hole of your hungry pussy. The small river dribbles down the short distance until it flows over your puckered little bum hole tickling and disappearing between the crevasse of you cheeks. The weight of two heads rests upon your thighs, one on each side. On the right you can feel the soft smooth skin of your sister's jaw line while on the left a mixture of smooth manly skin interrupted by a sharp well defined line of whisker grazes your skin. Two tongues converge on the hooded clit atop you cunny. Their rhythmic motion resembles that of a dance. The tongues tango back and forth over and around your love button bring you higher and higher with each musical step. Pleasurable torture increases your wanting and willingness to cum. The sensation quickens your breath and ripples of orgasmic joy echo down into your womb. Clawing at the table your nails dig in slightly as the buildup to orgasm approaches. You can feel the tongues twisting and swirling together as they play out the rhythm of the forbidden dance of love over your clit. Slipping down lower each tongue traces the outer edge of your pussy flipping and folding the respective tender lip on their side. You pussy opens wide with desire giving each person a clear view down into you womanhood. The moisture flows as your arousal grows mixing with the saliva and jam streaming down your bum. Each lip is suckled stretching it out as your two lovers nibble on your wanton flesh. Your moment of joy is rapidly approaching signaled by the chirping emitted from you mouth. First one then the other tongue dives deep inside your cunny like alternating pistons. A repetitive tongue fucking ensues driving you to the edge of control. Two strong hands grab your thighs and lift your buttocks up off the table rolling you up spreading your lower region even wider. As one tongue continues to dip in and out of your pussy the other circles and laps at the tight puckered hole covers in spit, jam, and cum. The warm swirling tongue clears away the mixture of juices and laps at your bum hole. Pressing firmly trying to penetrate the ringed hole, it teases you beyond control. Shaking and twisting you relent to the overpowering orgasm that has been building. The chirping gives way to a cry out of animalistic desire as you cum hard and heavy. Like a pack of wild dogs your lovers lap and suck at the overflow of cum seeping from your pussy feasting on you until there is nothing left. Lying their on the table you convulse and groan as the orgasm slowly subsides. As you revel in your pleasure your sister tips back just enough to plant her wet dripping pussy on your mouth as if kissing you after a magnificent sexual encounter. The taste of strawberry and her cum fill your mouth as you drift upon the orgasmic clouds of lust. Sweet Delights It was a hot summer day. I had just come home with the kids and walked in the cool house. I laid my eyes on my gorgeous wife! Her figure immediately aroused me as she walked up to greet us. I waited my turn to embrace her and feel her soft sexy body against mine. We looked each other in the eyes and kissed deeply squeezing our eager bodies together firmly! We had been sending each other kinky messages all day and were both anxiously awaiting the time we could act out our new fantasy! As I was cooking dinner, I couldn't help but browse through the refrigerator to find items we could use for our little "baking session". Butter, cherries, ice cream, frosting... my dick got hard again thinking of what I wanted to do to her and what I wanted her to do to me. I felt tingles up and down my back and my cock was throbbing! I was daydreaming of my thick cock sliding in and out of her warm moist pussy. Glistening and covered with her sweet juices! Ungh! Fuck I want to bang her until she cums and it drips down onto her tight hot ass! I love that visual!! Finally, we got our moment early in the night. I got everything we need to play! Raspberry sauce, cinnamon, sugar, frosting, chocolate, cherries, ice cream, and SO much more! We lit our candles and looked at each other. She was aroused looking at my muscular ass and big solid cock! I looked at her breasts, her smoking hot ass, and her tuft of hair just above her moist awaiting pussy. I could smell her sex like vanilla and cherries. Her skin is as silky as the chocolate I want to smear on it! "Come here!" she said, "I want to frost you!" I laid back on the bed as she frosted my nipples and paved trails down through the defined muscles in my abs. Slowly she licked the frosting. Moaning at the taste and smell of my sex. My cock throbbed and my stomach twitched with pleasure! She smeared chocolate around my neck. Licking it off hungrily as her tits bounced against and caressed my chest! I groaned and rubbed her body. "It's my turn to make a tasty treat out of you!" is said as I laid her back. I grabbed the raspberry sauce and drew lines along the sides of her breasts, down across her stomach along her glistening milky legs! I lowered my long eager tongue down to her knees. Licking up, she moaned and wiggled. She wanted my cock SO bad! I could tell she wanted it as her eyes rolled back the closer I came to her soft, creamy, swollen pussy. I glanced at it as I moved up toward her breasts! The smell was so delicious from her gaping wet mound! I pulled out a cherry and ran it over her clit. "Oh fuck baby yeah!" She loved the smooth sensation of the fruit teasing her sensitive and soft skin. I licked the cherry with my tongue fully extended. She bit her lip knowing what that tongue could do. I put the cherry into her pussy as I continued to lick her body slowly up around her breasts. My tongue moved around them feeling her firm arousal as I found my way back down the center of her eager swollen clit! I pulled the now cum soaked cherry out and rolled it around in my mouth tasting the juices of her sex across every taste bud. "I've got a treat for you!" she said in her dirty sexy voice. She took the melted butter and rubbed it all over my long steel dick. Then she rolled it in sugar and cinnamon. "I'm going to suck the cream out of your enormous churro you fucking hot stud!" She licked my rod slowly up the bottom and shoved it deep in her beautiful red lips. I groaned with satisfaction watching this amazing sight, feeling her tongue licking at the sweet sticky throbbing flesh. Soon, a fire so intense burned in my stomach. My balls tingled and I knew what was coming. I came hard into her mouth! She grabbed a scoop of ice cream and a cherry and looked at me as she swallowed a cum sundae! My mind was blown!! It was the hottest thing I had ever seen!! I smothered her pussy with chocolate and ice cream. I licked her swollen pussy until she was about to cum and I pulled all of her heavenly pussy into my mouth licking her fantastic clit until her juices ran down my throat! She moaned!! "I need your big cock in me now!!!" I fucked her deep and hard!! Every whine and moan making me bang harder and deeper in her body! Her pussy was like a swollen satin cake of lust! We came together in one explosive moment of passion! I had one final desire for this wonderful night of fucking! I bent her over. Her exhausted legs shaking as she could barely take anymore! I drizzled raspberry sauce over her ass and slowly licked her ass in short circular motions. Her ass slowly opened up eager for its turn to be pleasured. My tongue slowly dipped into her hot cummy ass! I curved my tongue up slightly to play inside her soft wet flower. "Is that your tongue baby?" She wanted to know what was giving her this ticklish pleasure. "Yeah baby it is!" I said, "I'm going to make your ass cum deep!" She clutched her pillow and enjoyed my tongue licking every inch inside her ass. She rocked slowly back and forth shoving my mouth snake deeper into her welcoming body! She wiggled her sexy ass around taking all she could moaning as I brought her into a deep anal orgasm! Her body was fucked thoroughly and so was mine! We held each other close the rest of the night with our bodies tingling in ecstasy.