8 comments/ 40726 views/ 70 favorites The Night I Saved Her Life By: Chris7sw Just a feel-good story with a happy ending 0-0-0-0-0-0 For years I'd been away from home, travelling the world, building a good career while I was at it I might add and remaining independent but now I felt that it was time to connect up with the family once again. It had been ten years to the day since I'd left home as a mark in my diary confirmed and it felt right that I should make some effort to reunite with my family. Perhaps it wouldn't be a good idea – perhaps I should never have allowed kinship to enter my mind again, perhaps I'd be better just roaming the world just as I had been of late. But blood is thicker than most other bonds and it really felt time to return, if not to the womb itself then to the womb of the family – if only just to show my face and to see how the rest of the family was getting on. I'd just turned 30 and time seemed to be rushing past... I'd left home after I'd finished with university, secure in the knowledge that I could now progress into the business world along with my newly framed honours. I'd left home though, not because of my academic success but conversely because I'd been in no hurry to find work. It was too pleasurable to lounge around at home, vapidly browsing the internet, jerking off as often as possible to my magazines, screwing any female I was able to and generally 'having a good time'. However, that ennui on my part had caused a big disturbance in the family – one that culminated in my father and I having a shouting match, my mother standing at his shoulder by way of support. "Get off your backside and get a bloody job," he said finally, his face red with fury. And I'd yelled back, "Well fuck you – I'm off then." And that was that. Within half an hour I'd packed and left – heading to the railway station; then to a friend's place for a while until I'd secured a half-way decent job and then I was off to continents far from home. Years had passed – and in those ten years I'd changed so much. One of the first things I'd done was to change my name; I now used the name Chris rather than my given name of Rodney – well, who wouldn't? And I'd grown into a sun-browned hunk, all 6' 2" and 200 pounds of me. I kept my fair hair trimmed, my nails clean and my mind dirty and I could look good in beach shorts or a business suit. I'd found an opening in the tourist world; created a niche, made myself a good name and progressed well; my fifth travel agency was going to open next month. My bank balance was healthy and I'd even learned to speak several languages – I was quite proud of myself. I'd bought myself a comfy home and owned a modern car and one way and another I'd done well – far better than my father had ever thought I'd do, that was for certain. But now I felt that bygones needed to be buried – I'd matured and time had passed and old wounds had healed, at least in my mind. It was time to return... Half an hour before the town's edifices would appear down the road; once the road signs began acknowledging the town's existence, cold shivers began to run down my spine. Could I really just turn up at my old doorway and expect to be welcomed? I shook my head quickly as reality sank in...no, this needed to be done in a somewhat more controlled manner; a gradual approach with perhaps a phone call or a card – and then a visit. My return was a precipitous idea that I now realised really needed more care – hell, I didn't even know if my family still existed; if anyone was there at all. Well, I did actually know that they still existed because my parents were still listed when I'd checked with the telephone enquiry service but I knew nothing more... I needed to stay nearby but privately out of sight; almost invisible until I knew how the land lay. I mused on the matter as I drove, finally deciding that I'd book some accommodation for a short while, perhaps a week, maybe less. That would give me time enough to know, time enough to find out if I could return. The motorway services were up ahead and I pulled in, partially to calm myself down and just as importantly to find somewhere to stay. My smartphone showed the local accommodation and I began ringing around, soon finding a suitably anonymous hotel on the edge of town. Quickly I booked a couple of nights there and they were willing enough to give me a discounted rate for more than an overnight stay; it would be fine – a good start. And twenty minutes later I was parking in their car park, my heart once again hammering in my chest as the impending family reunion loomed closer. This was going to be scary; frightening – I'd rather have faced a whole new country than my own family! Heck, there was only my father, my mother and my sister but between them they loomed larger than an entire army! As I lumped my bags up the stairs and settled into my room I discovered the extent of my accommodation – there were no catering facilities at the hotel and no bar. On the other hand, my room was more like a suite, consisting of a living area, a recessed bed, a small bathroom and even a mini-kitchen. It was nothing special but nevertheless the place contained all that I needed for now and would do for my needs, such as they were. The one thing that I appreciated most was that I was given a key to let myself into the hotel and into my room, there being no formal reception desk or area. I could come and go without causing a fuss, so if I happened to find a bit of skirt then no-one need know! It would do – it was suitably quiet and peaceful, if boring...so what to do to pass the time? I needed to make contact with my parents but after that, what else? There was a TV in my room but it wasn't a satellite unit and my new personality wasn't really into watching television all day any more than I could spend all day browsing the internet as I'd once done. The view from my window overlooked the park and river but I couldn't just sit and stare all day, so what else. If I was planning to wait around, the very least I needed was something to drink; something perhaps to calm my nerves. But rather than raid the small bar in the suite, a bar whose options ran to beer or vodka plus a few soft drinks, I decided to go and buy something from the shops. I spread my road map of the town on the bed and scanned it, quickly picking out my old home address. I felt a shiver pass through me before I dragged my eyes across the map, now noting that the town hadn't changed so much that I couldn't find my way to the local supermarket, so picking up my keys I walked back to the car then headed off down the road. Soon I was in possession of sufficient booze to keep me going at least for a few days and having paid for my wares I drove back towards the hotel, now idly wondering what the old town looked like after those ten years. In curiosity I turned from the main road and began cruising the streets, seeking known landmarks and sights. The town was still the much same; some new shop fronts and a couple of new building but otherwise was remarkably unchanged – even the bridge over the river was exactly how I'd remembered it. But it was there that my world changed – it was on that bridge as I drove over it that I spotted her – an obviously distressed woman just standing there by the bridge parapet and I actually drove past her before realisation hit me. "Oh no you don't!" I exclaimed to myself as I did a quick tyre-squealing u-turn, "No way are you gonna jump!" In seconds I'd pulled up near her and in seconds more I was beside her, my hand firmly on her arm. "Hey – relax – it's ok. I'm here – let me help," I said, eager to explain my presence quickly, "Come on, come away from there." "No, I don't want help. Just leave me – let me go!" the woman cried, her body squirming away from me, her face partially hidden by her hand and a soggy handkerchief. I hung on though; she was my responsibility now and I firmly pulled her away from the river and stood between her and the parapet. She seemed to calm down now she was away from the closeness of the water and realising that she wasn't about to run or to hit me or seemingly do anything silly I moved closer in front of her and gently wrapped my arms around her while making as many soft and gentle sounds as I could; placating sounds to try to relax her. She looked quite pretty – well, really pretty once I saw past the red eyes and smudged mascara and she looked as if she had a nice figure beneath her coat. I guessed that she was in her twenties, perhaps late twenties and she was quite tall, although with her deflated posture it was hard to be certain. In the half-light of evening, her hair was much the same colour as mine and her lips looked warm and soft but she was troubled, deeply troubled. I needed to let her unwind and relax and to allow all the anguish to come out but first of all I needed to get her somewhere safe. Slowly and carefully I edged her towards the car, immediately seeing the fear in her eyes; the fear of abduction. "No, you'll be ok – just come and sit down and let's have a talk – tell me about it – tell me what's upset you," I said as I guided her to the car, "It can't have been all that bad, surely?" Between sobs and sniffs I managed to get her seated in the car and joined her, carefully holding her hand as she did her best to tell me of her woes. "It was just everything," she cried, her voice fitful and weak, "So many things... My boyfriend left me and I ran out of money and I'm gonna lose my flat and then my dad shouted at me and told me it was all my fault and then they told me at work that I'd lost my job because my rotten boyfriend had caused trouble and then..." "Whoa, whoa," I said, "Slow down, relax – it's all over now. Nothing else is going to happen now, I promise." My promise was an idle one in a way – I knew nothing of this woman – for all I knew she could have been making it all up and yet there was no way that I could not help her, or at least try to help. I was hardly in a position to help her, apart from financially perhaps, but my inner self wouldn't allow her to get hurt again. "But no-one loves me," she wailed as another flood of tears poured forth, "I just need loving, that's all." Now that was one thing that I could definitely rectify, just so long as the needed loving was of the physical type – I could most certainly help there! And what was more, now that she was in the comparative warmth of the car her coat had been pushed open to reveal not just a substantial length of sleek, bare thighs but the swell of some quite substantial breasts as well. The potential benefits to my sex life were there to be enjoyed, so long as I played my cards right and immediately those thoughts penetrated my mind so a glow seemed to spread through me, a glow that turned into warmth in my groin, a warm and quickly growing sign of my arousal too. But it was too early for that as yet; I needed to get this woman to unwind considerably more before I could hope to get her into my bed. "Of course you're loved," I said softly and gently as I stroked her hand, "Hell, I love you already, you're so sweet and you've had such a rough time." "It's been horrible," she wailed, "I don't know which was worse; my dad or the bank manager or my boyfriend – I just can't stand it any more." "That's no reason to think of jumping in the river," I said, "Imagine how cold it would have been!" That didn't help – the sobs kept right on coming... "You would have got all your clothes wet too," I said, trying to keep things light-hearted, "Would have been a horrible mess!" "I don't care – so what!" she cried, "I just want to be loved – everyone hates me." I felt her hand grasp mine and squeeze; I was getting somewhere... "I don't hate you – what have you done to me?" I countered, "All you've done is to stop me from being alone this evening and I'm really grateful for that but it'll be even nicer if you manage to dry those tears. Come on, see if you can do that for me." "I'll try," she sniffed and she even managed a small smile and another squeeze. "That's better," I said encouragingly, "Hey, you look prettier already!" Her smile fell away as I said that. "But I'm not pretty – I'm ugly – my boyfriend told me that," she howled as another flood of tears erupted. "You're not – he's an idiot," I insisted as I pressed my clean dry handkerchief into her hand, "You're very pretty, now come on, buck up – look pretty for me, eh?" "I'll try," she repeated, "But what do I want to live for – I've got nothing!" "Hah – you think you've got nothing – well, what about me then?" I countered, "I fell out with my dad too and I haven't seen any of my family for years and years – hey, I've got a sister I haven't seen in all that time either." "Have you?" she replied as she wiped her face with my handkerchief, "Is she nice?" "Dunno," I answered simply, "She was only a teenage brat when I last saw her – she must be about your age now; maybe even a bit older. Wish I could see her though; that's what I'm doing in town actually." As I spoke I saw the girl shiver and I realised now that she was quite chilly; despite her coat she wasn't really dressed to be out at this time of night and I wondered what I could do to help. I turned the car heater up as high as it would go and fired up the motor. Taking her back to her place was obviously not the best thing to do right now, so she'd have to come back to mine – my hotel room – at least until I could find some answers to her problems. Deep inside me something stirred as the thought of having a woman with me made things interesting and my penis began to fill out once again. Quickly I shuffled my hips around to make my growing hard-on more comfy and less likely to be visible, a movement that made me feel quite self-conscious for some reason. Then I quickly explained my thoughts – the clean ones, at any rate – and suggested that we could pick up a take-away meal en route and my suggestion was answered by a small smile and another quick squeeze of my hand, and then I was concentrating on driving; trying to remember where was best to pick up a meal. And there it was, the same Chinese take-away still standing, still unchanged and still looking busy as I pulled into their car park. With instructions not to move I left the girl in the car and organised our meal; the girl having been quite happy for me to make the choice – and not ten minutes later I was back with her. "Mmmmm, smells good," she said as the delicious odours of food began filling the car, "Makes me feel better already." "When did you last eat then?" I asked and the girl looked down at her lap. "Yesterday morning," she said sheepishly, "I can't afford to eat." I growled in annoyance at her plight and found myself stopping at a nearby convenience store to buy some extra bits and pieces to eat; it was almost certain that this poor waif would eat my share too...and by the time I was back in the car it looked as if I'd done the weekly shopping! Back on the road I felt more relaxed now because even if my troubles were only just beginning, I was slowly sorting hers out. I felt better in myself and also aware that next to me was a pretty girl who needed filling in more than one way. She certainly needed lots of love...! "Hey, I don't even know your name," I said, "I'm Chris." "I'm called Chloe," she replied, "That's the name I use; I changed my name – that's what they call me at work...well, they used to." A sudden rush of miseries almost caused me to stop the car before she blew her nose and smiled at me over the handkerchief. "I'm sorry – I can't help it – I'm just so lonely now," she cried. "No you're not," I answered firmly, "Not while I'm around – you're with me. Oh and that's a strange coincidence – my sister's name was Chloe as well – her middle name anyway." Inside me I wondered what the hell I was doing; letting myself get lumbered with this woman and yet somehow it seemed right to help her – not to mention the fact that I might just be 'buying' myself a bit of tail and suddenly I decided that I'd do everything I could to help her, so long as she could help me too. And with those thoughts in my mind I drove into the driveway of the hotel and switched the motor off. "We're here," I said unnecessarily, "Come on then, let's get some grub inside us." Gallantly I helped Chloe out of the car and was treated to a display of her long slim legs, a view that terminated what had to be only a few inches below her pussy. I felt a swelling in my groin and a quickening in my heart as my excitement grew once more. Laden with bags and bottles, we met no-one in the hotel and then I was closing the door to my room and spreading out my wares on the table. Chloe was changing now, from a sad waif into something that actually resembled a woman. Inside a few moments she'd found the bathroom, made use of the plumbing, brushed her hair, added some eye makeup and done her lips and when she emerged she looked truly pretty. "Whew!" I had to gasp as I saw her, "Bloody hell, you scrubbed up well – don't you look good!" "No I don't," she said, pulling a sad face, "I'm all red and blotchy and my hair..." "Shut up – don't be silly!" I said, as nicely as possibly, "You look wonderful to me but forget all that – come and get something inside you." She sure did look good, blotches or not – her appearance aided by the swell of those quite substantial breasts and her long sleek legs. I felt quivers of excitement surge through me as I took in her considerable charms – she was certainly a looker and appealed to me in so many ways. I felt myself being sucked into her, quite unintentionally and yet quite happily. I hate eating with plastic cutlery but that was all that we had, but they were adequate and anyway we used our fingers too and it took a remarkably short time before we were both relatively well stuffed. I'd poured us both a drink too and now replenished the glasses. And do I need to say that my meal tasted even sweeter as Chloe's folded legs filled my eyes just as the food filled my belly. And then we were both leaning back into our chairs with moist remnants of food around our mouths and on our fingers. I felt comfortably replete – but the best part was that Chloe was now looking so much better. She'd warmed up now and her cheeks had acquired a glowing brightness of health and vitality. Her eyes shone now, brightly lighting my world with their warmth and even her lips looked plumper and more luscious. What was more was that she'd discarded her coat soon after we'd entered the room and now she also discarded her next layer, a kind of cardigan, to reveal a sleeveless dress which was unable to hide a very appealing figure. She was beginning to look as if she might turn out to be quite a catch! "Oh Chris, I haven't felt as good as this in weeks," she said, her face now full of smiles, "You've been so good – I don't know how to thank you." Instead of replying with the words that were in my mind I laughed happily with her. "Look – you needed help and this was the least I could do," I said, "And you've done me good too – it's not often I manage to save a pretty woman." She sat more upright and reached for my hand and then we were both sitting there holding hands while something akin to love flowed between us as we gazed into each other's eyes. "You've got the same eyes as me," said Chloe using her fingers to trace the outlines, "And the same shaped nose." "And my hair's the same colour as yours," I replied, "And we're both tall - we make a lovely couple." We leaned closer and kissed briefly; a kind of friendly 'thank you' kiss that ended with us both looking slightly embarrassed as we sat back in our chairs again But it was then that some more thoughts reached me. The Night I Saved Her Life "Ummm Chloe, what are you going to do when you leave here?" I asked, knowing that she'd have no answer – not one that I'd want to hear, "I'm here for two days and you can stay too if you want but I can't stay here forever." "I dunno," she said mournfully, "It's lovely to be here with you but there's not much out there for me now, is there?" "Oh come on – of course there is – you're young, you're pretty, you've got ummmm..." I said, finding myself tripping over my words. "I've got big tits, is that what you were going to say?" said Chloe, "Cos you're right, that's about all I do have." "No – I mean – yes – oh, I mean oh God, yeah well, I can't help noticing," I spluttered, feeling my cheeks reddening and my cock growing, "You've got a lovely figure – and you're really pretty - honestly." "I'm an adult model, you know, I do adult photoshoots, glamour stuff and so on," she said, thrusting her breasts forward, "Well, at least I did..." Instantly I realised that I could help – even more than just by providing some food and warmth. I was always in need of pretty girls to promote my destinations and if Chloe was interested then she had all the right attributes because not only did she have a pretty face but she had an excellent figure too and she sounded quite articulate as well. All I'd need to do was to – oh fuck – yes, take her under my wing and nurture her... Was it worth taking the risk; was it worth all the effort? I'd seen nothing to put me off as yet... "Yes!" I exclaimed suddenly, causing Chloe to sit abruptly upright, "Let's try!" "Yes what Chris – what are you thinking about?" asked Chloe, her face showing her worry, "You're not going to kick me out are you?" "Just the opposite!" I replied as the realisation sank into my mind, "But I need to get a few answers first." "Sure," she said, her face smiling again, "Ask away." "Ok – let's see – firstly you talked about losing your flat – is that right?" I asked and Chloe nodded. "My boyfriend, well my ex-boyfriend, he caused some trouble," she said, her brow creasing with distaste, "He's an asshole, I can see that now – don't know what I saw in him in the first place." She paused as the pain must have flooded though her mind. "Anyway I don't ever want to see him again," she continued, "And the landlord told him to leave and so thanks to him I've got to go too and anyway I can't afford the rent on my own. He's already given me a date he wants me out by." "Ok, we can get over that," I said, "That's easy enough – now what about your job?" "Dead," she said flatly, "After the way he stirred things up – bloody idiot. It was good – it was fun and I was getting on well..." "Never mind, you've obviously got a brain and you're attractive so I think I can find you a job," I replied before she could get all miserable again. Those words banished her miseries in moments and suddenly she was bright and twice as pretty as before. "Oh Chris, can you? Really?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with emotion. I nodded and smiled. "Pretty certain I can," I said, "And what about your clothes and stuff?" "All bagged and sorted except just a few things...," she added. "And finally – would you mind moving away from here?" I asked. "To go where?" said Chloe. "To come and live with me," I said, feeling so many emotions all at once; knowing that I'd made an offer that would change my life. I was scared that I might be doing and saying the wrong things without delving more deeply into her problems and yet it all seemed so right; everything seemed to be falling into place. Chloe let out a long breath and slumped back in her chair. "Wow – that's a shock! And a big change," said Chloe, "You certainly seem nice enough – it's almost as if I've known you for years and years." She stopped and breathed heavily a few times before continuing... "My family live here," she said, "But I haven't seen or spoken to any of them for ages – not since I started this glamour work and I don't really care about them now. But anyway, what's most important – them or us, I mean you and me?" "Yeah, well my family live here too but I'm only here for a visit then I'm off again but I'm willing to take a chance on you," I said, "Not just because you're lovely – sure, you're pretty but somehow I just like you. Hell, inside me I already love you a bit, I think!" "Oh Chris – oh wow!" said Chloe excitedly and a moment later she was on my lap with her arms around my neck, "Yes, yes, I'll come with you – it'll be such fun!" Seconds later and we were kissing wildly, our Chinese takeaway-flavoured lips pressing and slipping and sliding together, then our tongues were intertwining as our mouths and hearts opened to each other and our arousal grew. I felt my erection squashed beneath Chloe's ass and felt sure that she knew that she was exciting me beyond control. "Oh Chris – love me – love me!" moaned Chloe, "Please love me!" I felt my hands moving as if on their own, rising to cup and hold her breasts, then felt Chloe's hand closing on mine, pressing my fingers firmly against her own firm flesh. "Yesssss!" she moaned, "Please Chris, do it, touch me, feel me, make love to me – I want you!" Somehow, as if by magic we rose together until we were standing, pressing our bodies together, squirming under each other's touch while still kissing frantically. Somehow we found ourselves disrobing madly, dropping articles of clothing over the chairs, floor and table until we stood there both completely nude, our two bodies heaving together as emotions rose and exploded inside us both. Between us my penis stood, as hard and eager as it had ever been, while against my chest Chloe's firm full tits pressed, her small tight nipples almost scraping against my skin. The wiry nest between her legs pressed against the underside of my cock, deliciously, thrillingly and erotically. "Take me to bed," she moaned, "Fuck me, take me, all of me, now Chris!" "Oh God – yes," I moaned, knowing full well that I had every intention of doing just that, "Yes Chloe, yes!" With a fluid change of position I scooped her up in my arms and with her firm posterior deliciously warm against my forearm and with her arms around my neck I stepped into the bedroom and deposited her gently on the bed. She lay there, her body shuddering occasionally, her eyes glowing with excitement and her legs and lips trembling and parted. And then her arms were reaching for me as I climbed onto the bed to join her, as I positioned myself above her. "Take me – quick – now, please!" she panted, "I need you, I need you to love me." Foreplay was out of sight – we were both too frantic for such niceties and it was all I could do to control myself sufficiently not to power my cock straight into her. But although I was in position in seconds with my erection poised above her little fluffy forest, I held back. "Do I need...?" I asked but Chloe shook her head. "No, no – just put it in me," she moaned urgently as her hips lifted towards me. Chloe's legs seemed to splay even further apart as my cock neared it's goal but the angle of my approach was wrong because as usual my erection was pointing upwards and not so much outwards but Chloe had the answer and her hand now grasped my shaft and directed the tip of my penis between her lips. I sucked in a sharp breath as her hand touched my cock for the first time and then sucked in another one as my cock touched her pussy. "Ahh, oh yesss, that's good," she gasped; a feeling that I echoed with a gasp of my own. The warmth and soft slipperiness of her lips felt so incredibly wonderful – I wanted to let that first contact soak right down into my heart. It seemed to have been a long time since I'd made love to a woman; too long and now the pleasure was worth enjoying and absorbing to the full. Chloe's hand rubbed my cock in her juices, sliding the tip up and down her wet slit. I felt the rubbery protrusion of her clit slide against my knob and I felt Chloe's body react just as mine did, with a quick but delicious shudder. And then Chloe's hand left me with my penis seated at the entrance to her vagina; poised and ready to plunge into her – but I waited once more. "Is this what you want? Honestly?" I asked, looking for solid confirmation that what we were about to do was right and I saw Chloe nodding vigorously. "Yes Chris – oh yes – I want you so much," she moaned, "I'm so tense – I need you to relax me inside like you've done to the rest of me." "I'll try," I answered, "You ok – here I come!" And with that I allowed my body to press lightly downwards. For a second or two there was some small amount of resistance as the mouth of her vagina held tight and then suddenly I was through her muscular entrance and sliding deeply into her warm wet interior. "Oh Chris!" she breathed, "Oh yessssss, yessssss!" "Oh Chloe, oh my God, you're wonderful," I breathed back, "That's lovely!" And it was lovely – that incredibly small journey of just a few inches that turned us from friends into lovers; that bonded our bodies together – that was the most lovely and loving experience on earth. A smooth almost friction-free sliding of my flesh into hers, her welcoming hole as slippery as butter, as warm as an oven and as tight as a glove and a hundred times better than any one of those and then we were as one person, the bond of flesh so exceptionally profound and emotive. My cock felt as if it was ten times it's normal size, such was the heightened degree of excitement that I felt – and yet I could do nothing with it! All I could do was to rest my body on hers and let the warmth of her welcome surround me; let my penis feel and absorb and enjoy the slowly moving shape of her vagina and let me feel the nerve endings in my knob almost tingling with delight. Her pussy felt alive and eager and was undoubtedly the best I'd enjoyed in many years; possibly the best ever! Already I felt more pleasure, more feeling – and possibly even more love – than I'd felt with any of my earlier conquests. Certainly it already felt as if I'd found what I'd been looking for... Oh perhaps it was simply that our coming together was the culmination of an evening of salvation, of discovery and of need. As I recovered my mind and with small and controlled movements I began to make love to her, very slowly sliding my cock in and out, small movements that were echoed by Chloe's body alternately squeezing and pushing me. Slowly but steadily our actions increased; bit by bit we moved faster and further; gradually our breathing became quicker and more shallow; steadily our temperature climbed as did the tempo. And now Chloe's legs moved and locked around my back just as her arms did around my neck. And as she pulled me to her our mouths met too and we clamped together, both seemingly desperately to seek out more and more pleasure and release. Our breathing, between kisses, was heavier now as our bodies began to move together more energetically. Shudders now stirred Chloe's body beneath and around me and her hips kept pushing back at my own thrusts, her movements stronger and more powerful with each passing minute. I kept on driving my cock into her, now knowing that I was plumbing right into her depths; that I could go no deeper even though I so desperately wanted to reach right into her soul. "Oh, oh, oh," gasped Chloe as each of my thrusts pushed air from her, "Oh Chris – you're making me come – I'm gonna come soon, I know it!" "Great, that's great – enjoy it," I gasped back between thrusts, "Let it go when you're ready, I won't stop." "Don't think I can stop either," said Chloe as a particularly strong convulsion squeezed my cock firmly, "Oh God – it's close now!" And suddenly I too was close – this fuck was never going to last long. Her rising arousal was setting me off, stirring my gonads, pumping up the pressure. I could feel the way my cock felt stiffer and perhaps even longer as I pumped it into her pussy, time after time, faster and faster. I was panting now as I drove my penis into her, harder and harder just as Chloe's hips seemed to respond until her torso arched upwards; strung as tightly as a bow. Her legs were now supporting us both as we began to reach our climaxes together until with a final flurry of violence I thrust my cock so hard and deeply into her that Chloe's body collapsed back onto the bed. "Yesssss! Yesssss!" she screamed, "I'm there – I'm coming – oh Chris, oh Chris!" And I was there too, my words less descriptive but from just as deep inside me. "Uuuhhhh, Uuuhhhh!" I grunted as I felt my cock jerking, swelling and erupting inside her; as Chloe's body seemed to suck the spunk from me. "Ahhhh, ohhhh yeahhhh!" I cried as more spunk pulsed into her pussy, "Oh fuck – fuck – oh fuck!" And then I was spent – a husk, a heavy heaving weight that squashed down onto Chloe, flattened her against the bed in my sudden exhaustion. Beneath me Chloe was still twitching; her pussy still convulsed around my penis, still tenderly sucking my sperm from me, still tight around my flesh – and she was still smiling! Even from three inches away I could still see her smile, a smile that I kissed tenderly before I raised myself up. "Chloe darling, that was fantastic!" I said flexing my still stiff penis inside her, "I think I needed that." "Mmmmm, yeah, so did I," she replied dreamily, "Hadn't really planned to get laid tonight; but you deserved that just for rescuing me." "Think you'd have been even wetter than you are now if I hadn't interrupted you," I said, "Bet this feels better than ten feet of chilly water would have done." I felt Chloe heave a shuddering sigh and then beam another big smile at me. "Absolutely!" she agreed, brightening suddenly, "I think that this is what I really needed – what I was missing. Some good old-fashioned loving." Her arms rose and encircled my neck and pulled me back down to her and in seconds we were locked into a very sloppy, very warm, very sexy smooch. It felt so bloody good to me that as soon as our tongues met I felt my cock stiffening once more, delighted to be able to begin another round perhaps. And it seemed that Chloe was eager too; her hips were beginning to move beneath me and it felt as if her pussy was tightening convulsively around my penis too. In response I slid my cock in and out of her a few times and was rewarded with some more pressure as her vaginal muscles squeezed my cock and causing it to grow harder once more. "Mmmm, yeahhh," she murmured, "Come on then, let's do it again!" I let my body slide slowly onto the bed, rolling Chloe onto her side as I did so and she responded by lifting her leg up and over my hip. We fitted together delightfully now, our lips locked together, our bellies pressing warmly against each other, our sex organs united and our bodies gently moving one against the another. Our already wet and slippery groins collided softly now with each thrust, a warm and comfy collision that spoke less of need and violence and more of love and pleasure. Certainly our sexual congress was producing some highly erotic sounds and scents and with each movement there were gently squishing sounds and a haze of sexual excitement now seemed to envelop us. Every breath I took in seemed to convey a heavy load of pheromones that stirred my body; that excited my brain, that made Chloe ever more desirable. There was that deliciously erotic aroma of heated sex that I knew would linger on the bedding long after we had gone, a heady aroma that could either rouse the flesh or cause windows to be opened wide. The smell of sex – of hot, rampant, energetic, delicious sex. As we made love softly and gently, plans came into my head, plans that would keep Chloe by my side, perhaps as my partner for life. It wouldn't take all that much rearranging to have Chloe come and live with me; I dearly needed someone to share my bed and my life and as each moment passed I felt more and more in love with her. Sure, it was lust rather than love, I realised, that was the driving force but it went deeper than that, just like my cock. This girl gave every impression of being very suitable wife material. "Mmmmmmm," I heard myself contentedly sigh as I slid my full length into Chloe's pussy and then rocked my hips back and forward, "You're lovely." "Am I really Chris?" asked Chloe quietly and I nodded with small movements of my head, "You mean that?" "You're bloody wonderful!" I said as her pussy tightened around my steadily thrusting penis, "I'm so glad I found you." Chloe's vagina squeezed me hard and suddenly with the result being that I jerked my cock inside her almost by accident; a fortuitous movement that awoke our desire once again. "Uhhhh!" she grunted as my penis plunged deeply into her, "Ooooh fuck – that's so bloody good, yessss!" "Yesssss!" I hissed back, my penis feeling a tingle of excitement caressing it as her body demanded my attention, "You want some more do you?" "Lots more Chris, lots more," said Chloe with more enthusiasm as I started to move in and out, "Ohhhh yessss..." My own mind was now concentrating on the effort of bringing about another orgasm so quickly after the last one, but inside me I knew I could do it – or at least I knew that Chloe's body could bring it about. But I needed to remain hard and eager too and my mind now grasped and embraced the task with enthusiasm. I let my feelings settle in my penis, letting the delicious sensations of my cock rubbing and moving inside Chloe's body overpower all other considerations. Each thrust sent another wave of tingling desire through my body; with each movement of my cock I felt my knob rubbing against the walls of her vagina and each wave piled upon the one before, loading and overloading my system with erotic sensations. "Uuuuhhh fuck, fuck!" I grunted as I pushed hard, my groin pressing against Chloe's delightful buttocks, "Geeez, you're so tight; so bloody nice – you're lovely!" "You're so hard too," responded Chloe as she pushed back at me, "Give me your hand." I let her drag my hand over her hip and down between us and into her core, feeling the deliciously springy hairs above her pussy brush against my fingers. And then she was pushing my fingers down between her lips and between her hot wet slippery folds. "There – yes, just there," she said as she moved my fingertips over her clit, "Oooh Chris – yesss, like that – ahhh, ahhh!" Slowly but steadily she rubbed my fingertips up and down the sides of her clit until I understood exactly how she wanted to be stirred and then her hand left mine and moved behind me, sliding itself downwards until she reached my buttocks. Her fingertips pushed against my muscular cheeks then slid into my crack where one fingertip teased my asshole. I heard myself gasp as her touch shocked me, before she pulled her hand away and clasped me around my waist instead. "Oh Chris," she sighed as she kissed me, "This is wonderful – I feel so very much better and you're such a warm lover." "And you," I replied, as my penis continued to slide in and out, "I just want to keep on and on – it's so good." Her pussy squeezed my cock once again and I returned my attention to fucking her, exploring the way her vagina could accommodate me so readily and yet apply so much pressure too. I pushed hard and flexed my cock – a movement that was answered with yet more squeezes and ripples of muscular contractions from her vaginal walls. I pushed even harder and Chloe responded again and each time I thrust, Chloe thrust back, harder and faster until we were really fucking. Sheer and simple animalistic fucking as our arousal levels climbed towards our climaxes. For long minutes no words were spoken or necessary; I wasn't even sure if I had the breath to talk as we fucked steadily onwards. Both of us were now panting; Chloe's hot but sweet and delicious breath brushing against my cheek as mine must have been doing against hers. The Night I Saved Her Life I was sweating now but I was getting close to my climax and it seemed that Chloe was in the same state of arousal because even as I concentrated I could feel the hardness of her nipples against my chest as our bodies mashed together. I could feel her firm abdominal muscles and knew how strong her thigh muscles were as she pulled us closer together. Our breathing was now coming in short bursts and it was very evident that matters were coming to a head. This fuck wasn't going to last much longer! Suddenly a shudder passed through me as something overloaded inside me; somewhere I'd just reached my limits and something had to give. "Oh yeah, yeah, Chloe, I'm nearly there," I gasped, "Are you ready?" "Oh Chris – yes, do it – I'll be ready – fuck me, don't stop!" she replied, her words tumbling over themselves, "Keep going – keep going!" "Yeah, yeah," I replied, "Oh fuck, it's coming!" I knew now that I had mere seconds remaining before I blew my load into her; there was no time left to talk, only to thrust. I was panting hard now while down below my cock felt like a rigid pole as I pumped hard into her body... And then it was Chloe who was crying out, it was Chloe who reached the stars first; it was Chloe whose body was now out of control. "Ohhhhh yesss, yessss, yessssss!" she yelled, her entire body convulsing and jerking around, "Oh fuck – oh fuck! Oh Chris!" "Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh!" I grunted as my muscles contracted strongly and now I too was climaxing hard. With each grunt I felt another contraction drive another squirt of cum into her vagina until I knew that I was emptied and that she was filled. Small spasms, like little electric shocks, still coursed through my body but my spunk was drained and now formed a warm bath around my embedded penis. Chloe too was replete – I felt her thigh muscles shudder and then relax while did her grip on my cock also eased until the pair of us just lay there, side by side, each of us twitching occasionally and both of us steaming with exhaustion and excess heat. Lying there beside her, I'd had my eyes closed for a short while and when I opened them I found Chloe's own eyes were locked on mine. As she saw my eyes open, creases of a smile formed and her arm squeezed me tightly for a moment. "Wow!" she said happily, "That was good – that was brilliant!" "Phew – wasn't sure if I could get there twice," I answered, "But you were so sexy; so perfect that it was easily actually." She laughed softly, her voice happy and relaxed now. "Go for a third time?" she asked – but I could see that she was just teasing me. "Joking!" I said, "Later perhaps." "Yeah agreed, I'm out of practice; I might get sore otherwise," she said as we slowly untangled ourselves. And then we were separating, almost reluctantly, our bodies unsticking from each other until we both lay on our backs on the bed, side by side. "Uuugh!" said Chloe as her hand moved to cup her pussy, "I'm flooding – have you got a towel or something?" Of course I hadn't – I hadn't expected to enjoy some hot sex – any sex – and I could only shake my head uselessly. "No worries – I need a shower or something anyway," said Chloe as she sat up, "You've got one here, haven't you?" "Yeah, of course," I said, "Do you need a hand?" I knew damn well that if I gave her a hand in the shower then we'd be at it again, and Chloe obviously thought the same. "Nooooo," she said firmly, although there was lightness in her voice, "Not now – I need to get cleaned up..." With her hand between her legs she waddled off to the bathroom while I just lay there and let my mind scroll back. She looked incredible; she was so damn hot and she made love so delightfully that even now I could feel a certain swell of re-arousal in my penis. No way was she going to escape now; my mind was set on making her mine; I just hoped that she would feel the same. I was glowing happily inside as the memories of our sexual get-together were rerun in my mind; then I was interrupted. "All done," said Chloe as she came out of the bathroom, "Your turn." She was wrapped in a big towel with another one over her hair. Small glimpses of her pussy flashed below the towel and the swell of her breasts threatened to escape above the towel and she looked so completely desirable. She'd removed all her makeup now but even the unadorned woman before me still looked perfect. I felt a growl rise in my throat but I controlled it, merely contenting myself by gently slapping her bare bottom as I passed. "Get off!" she said happily, "You've had yours!" Yes, I had; I'd had a lovely fuck; one I'd remember for a long time... Soon I was showered and clean and much nicer to know but now there was another problem to face – what to do with Chloe overnight. No way did I want her to go back home, to face more hostility or loneliness – she just had to stay with me tonight. "Umm Chloe, do you know what the time is?" I asked, because time had been forgotten as we'd made love. "No idea," she said then gasped as I showed her my watch. "It's almost midnight already," I said, "You're going to have to stay here – I'm not letting you out there on your own." Chloe let the towel fall and rushed into my arms. As she did so I let my own towel fall and her naked body now smooth and soft and cool fitted so perfectly against mine. "Oh Chris, I hoped you'd say that," she said, her hips squirming sexily against mine, "It'll be lovely together – I won't be lonely at all." "Yeah but you'll be sexy and then we'll want to do it all over again," I said, unaccustomed to all this sexual activity all of a sudden and Chloe brightened hugely. "So...?" she asked, "You're not complaining, surely!" Most definitely my cock wasn't complaining and already it was rising – until I sent it instructions to calm down! I was still a bit concerned for her welfare though. "No, no way am I complaining, but don't you need to let people know where you are?" I asked but Chloe shook her head. "Well I'm not telling my partner – my ex-partner, that's for certain, and I never tell my parents what I'm up to nowadays so no, I'm all yours for the night," Chloe said happily, "And actually, after all that lovely sex I wouldn't mind a nice long sleep." She yawned, an infectious action that got me yawning in moments as well and I realised that I too was tired now. It seemed to have been a long day, the 'rescue' of Chloe having added stress to the day, which had already been an emotional journey. "Ok, perhaps you're right," I said, "Let's have a nightcap and then we'll turn in. We can sort your life out tomorrow, ok?" Chloe stretched up and kissed me ardently before spinning away from my arms; a naked nymph as she turned around. She was obviously happy with my decision. We concocted a couple of drinks from the small bar, turned off the main lights and climbed into bed to enjoy our drinks, soon discovering the big wet patch we'd created. Damn – but it would dry out with the heat of our bodies so we ignored it, although I noted that Chloe had the dryer half of the bed! "So," I began as I lay back on the pillow, "Are we going though with this – are you going to come back with me?" Chloe nodded and smiled at me. "Why not – if you'll let me," she said, "I told you I've nothing here now except my parents and they'll be ok. I don't think they'll really miss me anyway and I can always drop them a line or something. As for the flat, it won't take much doing to gather my stuff, return the keys and that's about that." "Right – done then – you're mine!" I exclaimed, a statement that caused us both to burst out laughing. "And you're mine," replied Chloe, "What more could I want – you're going to be perfect for me. And I'll be good for you, I promise." "We'll need to get you a job," I said, my mind still busy making plans, "And before we head back my way I've got to drop in on my parents...that's what I came down here to do." "Huh – you're lucky to have parents who care," said Chloe but I shook my head. "Pah! They're a bit like yours – I don't think they care all that much, to be honest. I fell out with them ages ago but I just thought that the time was right to mend a few fences or something," I said, "But I'm only planning to pop in, say hello, check that they're ok and then get away again." We fell silent for a few moments as the importance of our plans sank in. "In fact, you can come with me to meet them," I said, "I can introduce you as my girlfriend; perhaps they'll appreciate that I've settled down a bit then." "Yes, guess I could," said Chloe as she emptied her glass, "Yeah – ok." She yawned, put her glass on the bedside table and snuggled down in the bed. "Right – that was lovely. I'm going to go to sleep now – I'll be asleep in moments I think," she said and it took me only a quick gulp to finish mine and I too settled into the bed. "Me too," I said, as I reached over and stroked her naked breast, "Unless you fancy another..." "No!" interrupted Chloe firmly pushing my hand away, "Not tonight – let's save it until you get me back to your place." "Spoilsport!" I said brightly as I turned the bedside light off. But it made sense; we'd enjoyed a lovely sexy evening and now a good sleep would be beneficial to us both and anyway, I could feel that ennui drifting over me even as I moved my hand from her breast and pulled her towards me. "I could love you," I murmured into her ear and Chloe turned her head and kissed me. "I think I'm in love already," she replied, her breath gentle on my skin, "Sleep well, lovely man." I don't know who woke first but I do remember the sudden feeling almost of shock, to find someone there beside me...and then my brain reconnected and everything fell quickly into place. My hand was resting against Chloe's hip as she lay on her back and it took just a small movement to let my fingers slide into her soft curls and to find her clit. I heard her breathing change; there was a sudden intake as I softly explored but she didn't push me away so I let my fingers continue. Her pussy was hot to the touch – and her skin smooth and so soft under my fingers. I let one finger slide down the crease of her lips, feeling only the outline of the closed depression between her lips. I moved my fingers back to her clit again and softly, almost delicately, slid them around the protruding flesh, an action that brought about a quick lifting of her hips and a shudder than seemed to echo through her body. "Mmmmmmm," she hummed quietly, "That's lovely – don't stop..." But stop I did as I moved my fingers away from her clit to tease her. I waited briefly before returning my fingertip to her slit where there was moisture now, slippery warm juice and my finger slid so easily between her luscious lips. Immediately my finger was bathed in her fluids and immediately I was able to part her lips and delve deeper between them. Chloe's hips responded once again and lifted, pushing up against my fingers as if to encourage me. And moments later her hand slid over my thigh and grasped my erection – I'd hardly realised that I was erect, such was my concentration on her pussy. "Yessss! Ooooh fuck, yesssss," I hissed as her hand slid my foreskin down. My own hips now pushed my cock against her hand as she continued to excite me. "Ahhhhhh, ooooh!" I breathed as her hand continued to stroke my cock, "Ooooh Chloe, that's so nice!" My own fingers were now sliding up and down her wet slit, slipping into her tight little hole, brushing against her clit and I realised that I just had to make love to her once more. But first I needed a pee, I suddenly discovered – damn it! "Hang on love, gotta empty the bucket," I said as I disengaged my hand and hers, "Stay there – won't be long..." "Make sure you come back Chris," replied Chloe softly, "I need you – I want you..." Bloody right I was coming back and I knew full well that even after I'd released the pressure on my bladder I'd still be as hard as steel but for a moment or two my bladder was more important. Somehow I managed to pee in the pan – despite my cock's desire to paint the ceiling – and I was back by the bed inside a couple of minutes – to find that Chloe had thrown back the bedclothes and slid down the bed. She was splayed out deliciously, the fingers of one hand rolling her nipples between them while her other hand was busy stroking her clit. "Oh God Chris – come back now, get on top – no, turn round, let me suck you," she said, her words tumbling quickly from her. Her hands reached out towards me, imploring me to attend to her needs and eagerly I responded, quickly straddling her. Instantly her hands were at my cock, re-arousing me, not that I needed much stirring, then pulling me downwards. Carefully I spread my stance wider and was rewarded by the pressure of her lips around my knob; the warm, soft yet firm pressure sending shivers of delight all through me. I nearly thrust my cock into her mouth but I managed to resist the temptation to plug her throat; to bury my cock inside her. Instead I let her savour my penis, her delight evident by the soft noises she was emitting. Almost purring she was as she licked and sucked at my penis, so much so that I found myself lifting my head as if to howl my pleasure – either that or it was a muscular response that arched my spine as she thrilled my manhood. "And me, lover, do me too," she breathed quietly and I dragged my mind back to her body. Chloe's hips had thrust her pussy up at me, lifting her ass easily a foot off the bed towards me, splaying her legs and her lips in the process. In seconds I had one hand under her ass, cupping one cheek as I supported her and lifted her towards my descending mouth. The heady aroma of female arousal enveloped me as I neared her pussy and as I inhaled deeply; it was a scent so incredibly erotic that any perfume maker would have given a fortune to be able to bottle it. "Chris, please, please..." asked Chloe and then I stilled her pleas by lowering my head and clamping my wide open lips over her pussy. "Ahhhhhh – oh Chris, oh yesss," she panted, "Oh God...!" And then her voice was stilled once more as she sucked my cock back into her mouth at the same time as I began my exploration of her delicious folds. She was liberally bathed in lubricating juices – had she been wearing any, her knickers would have been soaked, but instead it was my mouth that was wetted by her delicious liquid offering. I slid my tongue over her hot flesh, exploring the softness and the texture and the creases and the hollows and the protrusions. Each inch of her pussy was mapped by my tongue and my lips until I'd explored every single crevice; until I knew her pussy like I proverbially knew the back of my hand. Chloe too was busy – one hand was over my ass, pulling me down to her; her lips were sucking hard on my cock, clamping tightly around it and all the time her tongue was exciting me more and more. No words were being spoken; everything was action instead. Almost instinctively we seemed to know what the other wanted; just as I thought of asking for Chloe to play with my nuts, so she did and just as she humped her clit towards me so I was targeting it – we were entirely together as we made love to each other. But with orgasms nearing, words now became necessary and unavoidable, it seemed. "More Chris, just there – that's perfect – oh my God yesss!" gasped Chloe and then "Aaaahhhh!" as my tongue swirled around her clit and as I pushed my finger against her asshole. I felt the small indentation giving way as I pressed but my knowledge of her was not complete yet and that little place was hers and hers alone – for now. And anyway, it didn't matter, because what I was doing elsewhere was more than enough it seemed. Suddenly Chloe was arching her back; suddenly she was pushing her pussy hard against my mouth; suddenly she was gasping and crying out – and coming. "Oh Chris – oh Chris, don't stop – please don't stop!" she howled, "You've made me cum, I'm coming so hard – oh God – it's...it's... I can't stop!" Her whole body was in motion now, shuddering and rolling and squirming and shaking as her orgasm took control of her and at that very moment I realised that I was just seconds away from erupting too. "Fuck – Chloe, I'm gonna come!" I gasped, lifting my mouth briefly from her pussy. "Give me," she answered instantly, her breath hot on my penis, "I want you – all of you – in me – let it go!" "Can't stop – can't – can't...! Ahhhh – coming, I'm coming!" I grunted. My body froze rigidly for a moment as my orgasm hit me so hard. For a moment or two I wondered what was happening because my orgasm was so intense – and then I was panting and spurting and thrusting – and Chloe was spluttering and swallowing and groaning – and it seemed to go on and on and on, until suddenly I was emptied and exhausted. "Geeez, that was wild!" I said eventually, "But wow – I never expected you to swallow – well, I never expected you to suck me." From beneath me came a throaty chuckle and then a panted breath. "Let me breathe," said Chloe as she pushed me upwards and I felt cool air on my cock for the first time in minutes, "Ohhh, that's better." I lowered my head and gave Chloe's twitching pussy a parting kiss before I raised myself and repositioned myself on the bed beside her, looking straight into her eyes. I leaned closer and we kissed, her lips and breath redolent with the sea-scent of my spunk and mine with the juices of her pussy and our kisses were warm and soft and loving. For long moments we let our mouths linger together while our hands too explored with gentle touches until finally we had both come down from our ecstatic peaks. "I love you Chris," said Chloe, her voice calm and sweet, "I've fallen in love already; you've been so wonderful, so good to me." "Love you too Chloe," I murmured back, "You're so sweet and warm and loving – but I'm so hungry – I need some breakfast!" "Trust a man to get his priorities in order!" answered Chloe happily, "But yes, that might be a good idea. What shall we do – guess we'd better go out and see if we can find something somewhere, eh?" "Why not?" I said in agreement, "And then we can get on the move; go and see my parents, go and get your stuff and then I can take you home – show you my home. How's that sound?" "Great," said Chloe as she bounced lightly off the bed, "Quick shower then I'm ready." "You're still up for it – the move, I mean," I asked as I too rose from the bed, "No cold feet or anything?" "Nope – it sounds perfect; there's no sense in me staying around here and it's gonna be such fun to be with you all the time – we'll make a good pair," said Chloe, her words somewhat indistinct through the sound of the shower, "I think we were made for each other." As I waited for her to have her shower I considered our togetherness. We did indeed seem to get on so well together. Sure, we'd only just met but already we seemed to have hit it off easily almost as if we knew what the other wanted. Unless she had any hidden foibles then she would be ideal, not just as someone to help but as someone to love and to share my world. My mind was already content; I had no second thoughts or reservations – I wanted Chloe to be with me from now onwards... It wasn't long before Chloe and I had both showered and dressed and then we'd packed up, paid for the room and were in the car. Soon we were replete with a much needed replenishment of cholesterol-laden breakfasts, then Chloe guided me to her flat and inside another ten minutes we had all her stuff, not that there was that much, stacked in the car and we were off again. In the town centre I pulled up; Chloe dumped her keys on the letting agents' desk and left them to sort things out – and then we were free, with just one deed to accomplish. The Night I Saved Her Life "I wonder if you'll like my parents?" I pondered aloud as I drove along, "Still, even if you don't get on with them it won't matter because I'm not especially planning to spend much time with them." If my dad was still the hectoring blustering old bastard that he had been so long ago then the visit would brief, very brief in fact. "Where do they live?" asked Chloe. "Oh, of course, you know the town don't you," I answered, "They're down off the main road; there's that little hamlet on the left – the one with that nice pub." "What – you're joking!" exclaimed Chloe, "My parents live there too – what a coincidence! Don't say I'll see them as well!" Her face was screwed up with distaste and I laughed at her, with her. "Nah – just mine and most likely that'll only be quickly. If we see yours it'll be by mistake!" I replied. I stretched out my hand and rested it on her bare thigh, finding the sexy smoothness a delight to my fingers. Chloe's hand closed over mine and guided my hand upwards towards her pussy. The sweet softness of her inner thigh beckoned me, enticed me, aroused me – I had to pull my hand away or risk some loss of control...of both myself and the car perhaps! "Later," I murmured, "When we get home." "Can't wait Chris, I'll be so ready for you," said Chloe, her hand now reaching towards my own thigh. Her warm fingers slid over my trouser-clad penis which immediately showed signs of arousal once more but I pushed her hand away gently but firmly. "Not now – we're almost there," I said as I indicated to turn off the main road – and then I was indicating again to turn into a side road. "What – your parents live down here – so do mine!" said Chloe, her eyes wide with surprise. "Yeah, number 49 – down here on the left," I said and beside me Chloe's hand suddenly grasped mine in a grip of steel and I heard her gasp loudly. "Oh my God – that's where I come from – that's where my parents live – oh fuck! Chris, Chris – you must be my brother!" said Chloe, her voice all quivering with emotion. Her hand was now squeezing mine so hard that I just had to pull over and stop the car and anyway, that revelation was a complete and utter shock. "So you're actually Rachael Chloe aren't you?" I said quietly, "And I'm Rodney, or I was and you're my sister." I saw Chloe nodding, her movements tight and small as if frightened. "Oh no – that can't be! And we've made love – we've had sex together," she said, her face registering her shock, "And now I'll lose you – you can't let me live with you, can you?" I was lost for words now, unable to construct a full sentence as we sat there at the side of the road. Things had taken a new and unexpected twist and we needed to sort this out before we went any further. Silence reigned for a few minutes as our thoughts were tumbled and torn apart. But away from here, who would know? Back in my home town Chloe would just be my new girlfriend, my new lover and partner. Our familial relationship would probably never surface and we could easily just stay together – but as for sex? It was incest and yet we'd already done it – already broken the taboo – so what would be wrong with us just continuing? It was like being pregnant – you can't be just a bit pregnant – once you've 'caught' then you're pregnant without a doubt...you either are or you're not. And we were or had been intimate and that could never be undone. We hadn't known then of our relationship so why should it cause a problem now? I'd decided – my mind was made up...all I needed was Chloe's approval. "No," I said firmly, causing Chloe to look very alarmed, "No – this changes nothing. I still love you and I still want you, so if you're willing then so am I!" "Oh Chris – oh wow...yessss, yessss please," she spluttered, "Yes, we can do it!" In an instant we were straining from our seats into a tight clinch, one filled with kisses and squeezes and murmured love. The hand brake was pressing painfully into my thigh but it didn't matter – what did matter was that Chloe agreed and that we would stay together. The next few minutes were filled with a form of happiness that I'd not know ever before; it was one of relief and love that actually seemed even stronger than before now that we'd discovered our mutual roots and then we were repairing the damage Chloe's tears had done to her make-up and planning the words we'd say to our parents. And then finally, with a last loving embrace I drove on down the road and turned into our parents' driveway. "Here goes..." I muttered as we both climbed out of the car, "Keep that silly grin off your face or they'll know we're up to something!" Ah well, to cut a long story shorter, we met our parents side by side, holding hands to show that we were friends. But as it happened our concern was almost unfounded. Mom was just so pleased to see us that I don't think she'd have noticed anything untoward unless we'd have started to have sex on their sofa. Dad on the other hand was as morose as ever and he actually went off for a walk almost immediately after we turned up – his departing back hastened on it's way by Chloe and me both sticking our fingers up at him. (I don't think that Mom noticed our gestures but quite honestly I don't think we'd have cared if she did) And then, having convinced Mom that our united appearance had nothing to do with anything more sinister than us just being brother and sister and having promised that we'd both 'keep in touch' we were off again. There was one final act that had us both laughing for miles afterwards – we happened upon dad as he walked down the road and I scared the life out of him by veering towards him and blowing the horn too. He leapt aside and slipped over on the muddy ground – small recompense for his rudery but it was the best we could ask for. Some three hours later and we were pulling into my own driveway amid gasps of pleasure from Chloe but there was still one act that was needed. And as Chloe stood there, somewhat dumbfounded as she gazed at 'our' house I gathered her up in my arms. "Chris – what on earth...?" she gasped, "Put me down, put me down!" "No way my darling girl," I answered, kissing her sweet lips, "The bride is always carried over her new threshold!" "Oh Chris yesss, yessss – oh I love you," Chloe cried against my shoulder, "Take me – make love to me – now – right now!" "You're a mind-reader, aren't you!" I said laughing, "That's exactly what I planned to do." With the energy of a stunt man, so excited was I, that I carried her easily into the house, slamming the door behind me. Then I was carrying her up the stairs, across the landing and into the big bedroom before depositing her gently on the bed and even before I'd stood up Chloe was tearing off her clothes. "Quick – love me – fuck me – I'm all yours darling," she cried, "Make love to me – give me your baby!" "Hang on," I said, "There's one more thing I have to do." And with that I closed the bedroom door. Making love to my new bride was a private matter, a new beginning to our new love life.