1 comments/ 9871 views/ 5 favorites Into the Garden Ch. 13-15 By: carlieplum CHAPTER 13 Hailey was hanging out in Belinda's bedroom on Tuesday as she packed for trip. She would be gone from Wednesday until Tuesday. For the most part, Belinda was able to tune Hailey out, but then she noticed she was talking about Chip, more specifically complaining about Chip. They had been together three years and he wasn't talking about marriage. He had her over to the house, but she never was invited along on any other family excursions. He stopped by the vet's office to bring her lunch some days, but he didn't allow her to visit him at work as her girlfriends did with their boyfriends. Although she wasn't Hailey's biggest fan, especially since the stealing incident, Belinda didn't like another woman to be treated the way she knew Chip was treating Hailey. "Look, Hailey," she said. "This is really between you and Chip, but I'll give you the same advice I would give to any of my friends. You have every right to tell Chip what you want from the relationship. If he can't or won't deliver, it's in your best interest to move on and find someone who will." She hoped Hailey would take it to heart, but doubted she would. Chip did just enough—dinners out, occasional gifts—to keep her happy and on the hook. What bothered Belinda the most, unless she read her brother totally wrong, was that he gave Hailey hope that they had a future...just enough hope to keep her around and taking care of his needs until he decided to move on. Belinda headed off early the next morning. The drive would take three hours and she wanted to get back to school in time to have lunch with her sorority sister Liza before checking out her new apartment. The two girls hugged fiercely when they met at their favorite restaurant. Liza Powell was her favorite sister. Witty and bright, she was the house's treasurer and did a great job. She was disappointed when Belinda had emailed her letting her know she was giving up her room at the house. It wasn't a matter of money; private rooms were at a premium and Belinda's room was spoken for less than five minutes after she gave it up. "Who is going have the guts to stand up to Jenny Tidwell with you out of the house? That girl is meaner than a sack of rattlesnakes, even though she goes around acting like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth," Liza said, when they had finished with the hugs and greetings. That reminded Belinda of how she and Liza had become close friends. At the beginning of all three girls' sophomore year, Jenny already had her eye on being president of the Pi Phi house, aiming to the first junior to do so. She was playing her own game of Survivor, forming alliances and undermining anyone who looked like a threat. Belinda wasn't. Jenny knew she was just there because she was a legacy; Mrs. Sutter's senior group picture hung on a wall in the house. But Liza was using the Greek system to build her resume and her contacts for life after college, and she had been asked to serve as assistant treasurer. At breakfast one morning shortly after Liza took on the job, she heard Jenny whispering to the girls sitting near her that she thought Liza and her roommate Dahleen were "that way." "I was walking past their room last night and I'm sure I heard some moaning, if you know what I mean," she said, her head leaning toward her little cabal. Belinda spoke up loudly, loud enough for the whole dining room to hear, "Jenny, I have a really good ear doctor I can recommend." Jenny, who hadn't realized Belinda could hear her, looked perplexed. Belinda continued in full voice. "For your hearing problem, I mean. I was in Liza's room last night doing pedicures with her and Dahleen. If you can't tell the difference between lesbian sex and nail polish, you really need to have your ears checked, and maybe take a biology class." Everyone at the table burst out laughing. Jenny was steamed, but was wily enough not to take on Belinda. Kind and generous about lending her things, as well as a good listener who didn't spread gossip and didn't get involved in cliques, Belinda was universally liked in the house. "You'll be fine," Belinda assured Liza. "Just watch your back." Truth was, she hadn't been in Liza and Dahleen's room that night; she had been down the hall studying in her own room. But what people did in private wasn't any of her business, and she didn't much like the way Jenny always seemed on the lookout for everyone else's weakness. Quickly, the girls turned to happier subjects. After finishing their lunch and leaving the restaurant, the girls made plans to have a look at some upholstery shops on Thursday. Liza had a fabulous sense of style and Belinda was happy to get her input on the chair coverings. Belinda loved her new apartment, which would be ready for her to move some things in starting Monday. She had thought taking a lease so early was silly, but her father had insisted so she wouldn't lose out on it otherwise. She was glad now she hadn't argued. The place was bright and airy, with a master bath with double sinks and a huge shower. The bedroom had an enormous walk-in closet, the kitchen was up to date and the combination living/dining room was cozy. The modern décor wasn't really Belinda's style, but she thought she would get used to it. Best of all, it was far enough from the campus and priced high enough that there were no other students in the building—Belinda asked—which would give her more privacy than she could have hoped for. It also had an underground garage, which meant no one would see Sam's car when he parked there. He could even stay overnight. She still wasn't sure how things were going to work out in the fall. She had tried to figure out how she could afford to get through her last semester on her own steam, but she just couldn't see a way to make it financially. She knew wouldn't qualify for any student aid because her parents had too much money, and there was no way they would cosign for student loans. That meant keeping things with Sam a secret until she could finish school and get a job. Enough people from her area went to State that if they went public at breakfast, her parents would know by lunchtime. As she got back into her car to drive to the family friend she would be staying with for the night, she thought of how much she was looking forward to spending two nights with Sam. She had packed some special surprises in her bag. She wanted the weekend to be unforgettable. It took almost all of Thursday to find the perfect chair fabric. Liza knew about some of the funkiest, most interesting decorators, and at one they found just what Belinda had been looking for. Brown on brown damask, it was infinitely better than what she had selected at home. The pair decided to celebrate with drinks and dinner at a nearby gastropub. They chowed down on hearty burgers topped with sautéed onions and mushrooms and split a bottle of Merlot, both joking how much time they would have to work out to make up for the evening. After her third glass of wine, Liza blurted out, "Thanks for covering for us, that time with Jenny. You really saved Dahleen and I." It took a minute through her wine buzz for what Liza was saying to register. Belinda had always assumed Jenny was just making stuff up to undermine someone she saw as a rival. Liza kept talking, breaking a silence she had kept for since freshman year. "It just happened, you know. I was never with a girl before Dahleen, and neither was she. We got paired up as roommates freshman year and you remember right before winter break Thad Sheffield dumped her? I was just hugging her, because she was crying so hard. And then before I knew it, I was kissing her and telling her she was beautiful and that he was a fool to leave her. And she is beautiful, and he was a fool. We had become such good friends, and I hated to see her hurting. Somehow, me taking the hurt away led to us making love, and we've been together ever since. I can't wait to get out of this town, out of this life. Having to sneak to be alone with the person you love. Having to date guys just to keep up the image and keep people from talking. I fell in love with one woman, but you know what would happen if it came out. Everyone in the house would act like Dahleen and I were out to convert them all to being lesbians—as if I would ever even look at a girl other than Dahleen. She's amazing. She's so soft and she looks so good and tastes so good. I love her." The words were coming out like gushing water, Liza's tongue loosened by the wine and the presence of her friend. For a second, Belinda was tempted to spill her own secret, wanting to confide in someone who could understand what she was going through, but she held back. Instead, she grasped Liza's hands across the table and told her that she just had to hold on. Keep her head down and watch her back. In less than a year, she and Dahleen could leave Mississippi and move somewhere else. Somewhere they could be themselves and be open and in love, knowing as she spoke that the advice she was giving was the advice she was going to have to take herself, but knowing that it wouldn't be that easy. You can't leave just leave your whole family and your whole life behind. But that was a challenge for her to face in the future. At the moment, she had a brainstorm. She asked Liza if she would feel comfortable saying Belinda was staying with her Friday and Saturday night. She couldn't explain why, but she needed a cover story. Belinda had planned on lying to her hostess about staying with a relative, a move she knew risked detection, but Liza was happy to oblige, and didn't press for details, removing a small worry from Belinda's mind. The girls hugged in the parking lot. They had sobered up some, but were still tipsy enough that still opted to walk, leaving their cars to pick up in the morning. Friday, Belinda packed up her bags, having explained to her hostess that she was going to be staying with a sorority sister for the next few days. Next, she did a little shopping, putting items on a one-day or two-day hold at six different stores. She had thought she would have to drive back to school both days to establish a paper trail that showed her there, but she realized she could simply call from the inn and ask them to run her credit card on Saturday and Sunday; she would pick the items up Monday. After that, she treated herself to some royal pampering. She visited her favorite spa. Starting with massage and sugar scrub that left her skin feeling softer than silk, she moved on to facial and then a deluxe manicure and pedicure. The aestheticians worked quietly, allowing her to indulge in fantasies of what that evening would hold. She tried not to squirm in her chair when her crotch grew moist as she planned and dreamed. She finished by having her hair cut and styled and dramatic, sultry makeup applied. She knew Sam liked her hair up, so she had it done in an elegant French twist. Returning to her dressing room, she changed her clothes. Sam wasn't going to know what hit him. She was wearing a thin mesh g-string, the only underthing she could wear under her dress and have it not show through. The dress itself was a golden honey color, made of a soft silk jacquard that hugged her every curve. Like many of her favorite things, it evoked the feel of the 1940s. It had elbow-length sleeves and the skirt came to her knee, but the body of the dress was shaped like a corset, with a wide square neckline that curved above each breast. At her bust, the fabric was draped like a bra with push- up cups that made the most of her cleavage. The back was equally alluring. Cut very low, a light ivory satin inset ran up the back, and brown velvet straps crisscrossed through eyelets from top to bottom, completing the corset look. She finished off the outfit with a pair of brown heels. When she walked out of the spa and to her car, she realized both men and women were giving her the eye. CHAPTER 14 By four o'clock she was at the small bed and breakfast Sam had reserved for the weekend. In the trendy tourist town that only Yankees and big-city folk visited, Belinda allowed herself to relax. She had called home to check in, telling her parents of her move to Liza's for the weekend and her plan to unload some extra things at the apartment and stock up on basic supplies on Monday. Now she could relax and enjoy. Sam had already checked in, and the B&B's owner led her to the detached cottage, which had been an old carriage house. As she closed the door behind herself, Sam let out a low whistle. "Girl, you are cool drink of water. I feel like I want to take you all over town and show you off." "That's a shame, sweetheart, because in a few minutes, I plan on being naked, and I'm pretty sure public nudity will get you arrested in this town." They embraced, Sam running his hands all over Belinda's body. Under the soft fabric of her dress, he could feel every curve and muscle. He leaned down and kissed the tops of her breasts, which pushed up so alluringly, and slipped a finger and thump into one cup and gave her nipple a little tweak. Sam let go of her for a minute and turned on a CD in a player he had found in an armoire. Slow dance music filled the room as he pulled Belinda to him again. They swayed together, her arms locked behind his neck, his draped around the small of her back and wandering down to caress and squeeze her ass as it moved to the music. Their kissing became more passionate. Belinda had had a two-hour drive to think about all the things she wanted to do with Sam, and she was more than ready to get started. Their tongues thrust deeply into each other's mouths as moans began to fill the room. She could feel his hard cock against her and she pressed herself to it, wanting it deep inside her. She unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor, reveling in the fact that there was no alarm system to set up and they could leave their clothes where ever the landed. Still sucking on his tongue and lips, she unfastened his belt and trousers. He was already barefoot, so he was down to only his boxers. She licked and kissed his nipples as she freed his manhood from his underwear and ran her fingers lightly up and down in, cupping his balls in her hand. They were so heavy and firm and she handled them gently, rolling them in her palm as she continued to lick small warm trails across his firm muscles. Spinning around, she asked him to undo her dress. He unlaced the corset straps until the dress was loose enough to slip out of. She twirled around, covering her breasts with her hands as she stood there wearing only g-string and heels. She had become so wet from their foreplay that her bikini bottoms were virtually see-through. Sam led her to the bed, and she slipped out of her heels. She lay back and let him make love to her with his tongue. He left the panties in place, licking her through the thin, wet fabric. The sensation gave her chills. Pushing them aside, he licked her from top to bottom. "You're delicious," he said, his voice muffled by her folds. He sucked and licked her clit as she begged him for more, "Oh, baby, that feels so good. Don't stop licking me. Your tongue is perfect. Please keep going. Lick me baby, eat me. You're getting me so hot." Sam fingered the entrance to her vagina. He knew by the slippery feel of her juices that she was at the peak of her cycle, just about to ovulate. Some part of his brain flipped as human instinct took over logic. With his wet fingers, he caressed her asshole. Then entered her backside while he continued to swirl his tongue firmly against her clit. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes." She was incoherent with passion and desire, loving the feel of his finger filling her backside as his tongue brought her closer and closer to climax. Then, she was over the edge, falling in waves of pleasure as she moaned, "I'm coming, oh, fuck, I'm coming, so good baby, so good, oh fuck. I'm coming for you." Sam pulled off her underwear, then moved up next to her on the bed, still caressing her clit lightly. He knew she would come again, but he wanted to talk to her. "Lindy, I need to ask you something serious." She focused her attention on her lover's face, staring deeply into his green eyes. "You know I love you. I've never loved anyone like this before, and I don't expect to again." "I feel the same." "Do you trust that I will always take care of you, no matter what happens?" he asked. "Of course." "I want to make love to you now, and I'm not going to pull out. Okay?" Belinda thought back to a few weeks before. She knew they had been careful about practicing coitus interruptus, and while she was relieved to get her period, a part of her felt a little sad. She had never had that feeling before. She knew it was crazy, but she was willing to take this step with Sam, to stop what she had done her whole life, planning every minute and every move and just let life happen. Sam waited, letting her think it through. "Okay." He kissed her nose. "I love you, Lindy." He kissed her lips, rubbing her clit harder and faster now as he felt her readiness building. She moaned again as she came against his hand, waves and waves of contractions in her cunt that felt like rings of fire. Quickly, he was between her legs. She was so wet and slick that he slipped into her in a single push, loving as always how snugly she fit around his cock. He began pushing into her, rocking back and forth, loving the heat of her cunt around him and the slick wetness of her. She was mewing her frustrated mew, and he adjusted his angle slightly so her clit rubbed against him, his skin slick with sweat. He loved that he could fuck her hard and still be making love to her, no contradiction between knocking his balls against her ass and being totally entranced by her as a person, desperate for his own pleasure and wanting her to feel the same. Her pleasure came again quickly, the friction with his body bringing her to another orgasm as she moaned into his chest. He came inside her, his balls tightening and shooting their load up into her womb. It was like fireworks. They showered together in the big clawfoot tub in the bathroom, Sam ordering her to turn so he could wash her backside. "I'll be enjoying that little garden of delights later," he told her, "and I'd like to try something new if you'll let me." Their conversation was light and breezy—no mention of the momentous step they had taken in their relationship. He dressed and went to grab her bags from the car as she ordered take-out from a stack of menus the B&B had left in their room. She hoped he liked Chinese. About 30 minutes later, their ordered arrived. Sam had expected her to duck into the bathroom, but she sat at the small dining table in the room wearing a big fluffy bathrobe that covered her as well as clothing—much better than that dress had, in fact, he thought. She smiled brightly at him after the delivery person left. "Isn't it wonderful to be normal? To have someone see us as a couple? I love it." "And I love you." They ate dinner and cleaned up, then snuggled down, both naked, in the big bed to watch a movie. They were both relishing the ability to spend so much time together. They knew the weekend would fly by, but at the moment, it stretched in front of them. Sam nodded off, tired from a hard week of work and the vigorous lovemaking, but awakened hours later to find a Belinda between his legs, licking him. "Wow, that's the prettiest alarm clock I've ever seen," he joked, the soft light of the television allowing him to see his manhood entering her mouth. She kept him inside her, swirling her tongue all the way around his head and then licking the underside of his shaft with the tip of her tongue even as he was surrounded by her lips. "You are mindblowing, do you know that?" he asked her. She didn't pause to answer, just kept sucking and licking his cock with her talented mouth. Without realizing it, he was lifting his hips off the bed, trying to piston his cock deeper into her mouth. She responded by sliding down on him, taking him deeper than she ever had before. Into the Garden Ch. 13-15 "Oh, so deep baby, so good," he mumbled. She matched the stroke of her mouth to the stroke of her hand, but stopped before he could cum. Before he could utter a word of complaint thought, she was on top of him, engulfing his cock with her cunt. She balanced on her feet, rather than her knees, and reached up to grab the bedstead to give herself leverage. In this position she could pogo up and down on his stiff rod, sliding from tip to base with more force and depth than was usual for her being on top. He watched as her breasts bounced up with the force of her downward thrusts as he came inside her for the second time that night, shooting his seed deep inside her. When he had recovered, he pointed out that she hadn't come. "First, I want to give you two presents. Open the small one first, and I'll show you the other one later." The small black box revealed a delicate bracelet made of white gold and set all the way around with semi-precious stones including amethyst, garnet, and peridot. "It's exquisite," she told him as he fastened it on her wrist. He positioned her in the bed, on her knees and with her head resting on her elbows. "Now, you are going to give me a present and I'm going to give you an orgasm, love." He kissed and licked her ass cheeks as he rubbed her clit and slid a finger inside her warm opening. She was still wet, her fluids slippery. He had slid the other present out of its velvet pouch, but kept it hidden. He burrowed deeper into her ass has he continued to rub her clit, feeling it harden and swell under his fingertip. He licked her sweet, clean asshole, which smelled now of soap and their earlier lovemaking. She moaned her approval. He pressed his tongue against the small tight opening, making the tip of it hard so he could push into her. She gasped, and he thought she might stop him, but this barrier fell as well. He couldn't wait for the next surprise. He felt her ass relax, allowing him to wiggle his tongue in deeper, and slide in and out, fucking her asshole with his mouth. She was moaning nonstop, a stream of "fuck, good, fuck, good, fuckgoodfuckgood" coming out in a husky voice. Then he felt it, her ass muscles tightening around his tongue, forcing him out as her orgasm washed over her. He stayed behind her, rock hard again and wanting release, but knowing she would want another orgasm. He kissed her ass cheeks softly as she came down from her high, holding the metal butt plug he had purchased in his hand to warm it up. It was short and not too thick, with the flange at the end shaped like a rose and sporting a pink crystal. He slipped it first into her cunt, to moisten it, fingering her clit as he did. Her body tightened slightly, then she relaxed, apparently open to whatever surprises the night might bring. He slid the plug in and out of her cunt, then against her clit, hoping she would like the contrast of the smooth cool metal as opposed to his rough warm finger. As she moved closer to orgasm, he took the plug and slid it slowly into her ass, its intended destination, letting it rest there. She didn't speak, just held still exploring the pleasing sensation of being so full. Sam asked her to turn over, and she did, allowing him to enter her for the third time that night. The feeling of fullness in her ass and fullness in her cunt put her over the edge before Sam could complete his first downward thrust. He could feel her muscles contracting all around him, squeezing him tight. He grabbed a pillow and slid it under her ass, enabling him to hit her g-spot as he continued to fuck her. Neither of them were speaking now, just gripping each other firmly as they slammed their bodies against each other, both wanting the same thing, him buried as deeply in her as possible. Another orgasm started in Belinda's cunt, this one setting him off on his own, his climax seeming to start at the base of his spine and making every muscle in his body sizzle as his nerves fired off pleasure signal after pleasure signal. They lay together until Belinda fell asleep. Sam went into the bathroom to wash up and clean off the new toy. He was delighted that Belinda had taken to it so quickly and couldn't wait to use it again. Then he thought about the step he and Belinda had taken, looking at himself in the mirror and promising himself that he would make everything work out, no matter what happened. CHAPTER 15 Saturday morning, Sam and Belinda lingered in the bed, discussing possibilities. They were being reckless, yes, but at the same time they were already formulating plans for the future, although Sam kept some of his plans to himself. It was all a matter of possibilities and probabilities. They talked out different scenarios, which changed based on if and when Belinda did become pregnant. There were so many variables, with the only constants being that Belinda's family would definitely freak out and most likely disown her and that they would get out of Mississippi as soon as Sam graduated in May. They stopped talking only long enough for Belinda to bring breakfast back to their room, opting to take a tray rather than eat in the dining room. Having the delivery guy or the B&B owners see them was one thing, but neither of them was ready for the scrutiny of a crowd of people. At 10:30, Sam had to get up and dressed for his talk to another group of young men at the church 30 minutes away. On the way there, he made two phone calls to Chicago. When he left, Belinda called four of the stores near school and had them charge the items she had on hold and keep them for a Monday pick-up. That taken care of, she stretched out on the bed with a textbook. She had already powered through her accounting class and received an A in return. She was working on the final book required for her history class. As she read the last few chapters, she took notes and highlighted, trying to make sure she was focused on the information she would need for the final exam. After finishing her studying, Belinda put the room in order, hanging up clothes and putting away the breakfast mess. As she made the bed, she discovered the small pouch holding the butt plug Sam had used on her last night. She was interested in seeing what it looked like and found she liked the simple, organic design. In the pouch was a small guidebook for use. She sat down and began to read. It was just a few pages, but by the time she had finished, Belinda was panting with excitement. She had never experienced this kind of play with Remy, who had been her first lover, and certainly not with any of the boys she had dated before then but hadn't gone to bed with. She looked at her watch. She had just enough time to put one of the suggestions into practice. Belinda showered, then quickly blew dry her hair and put on some light makeup. From her bag, she selected a babydoll-style nightgown. It was berry-colored, echoing the crystal in her new toy. She slid the thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders and admired the black lace that framed the deep vee at the front that dipped as low as possible while still keeping her breasts covered. The nightgown stopped just below her crotch, leaving her legs exposed. Before she slipped on the matching bikini bottom, which had a lace accent right above her delicious bits and small black side straps that held the front and back panels on, she retrieved the velvet bag and lubed up her little toy, sliding it into her backside. Then, she put on her bikini bottoms and tried walking around the room. The booklet hadn't been lying. The weight of the piece in her backside did get her excited, and in minutes her delicate panties showed a wet spot at the opening of her vagina. She tried clamping down her muscles as the guide suggested and got an even bigger thrill. She sat down in an easy chair and tried to read a magazine she had picked up at the gas station she stopped at on her way back from school. It was hard to concentrate, but she did her best for the 15 minutes it took before she heard Sam's key in the door. She greeted him with a deep kiss and a "hello, lover," while he greeted her with the kind of look that makes a woman feel beautiful from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Sam's talk had gone well, and the pastor of the church where he had spoken put him in touch with a few other churches in the area that he hoped to get time to visit before school began in the fall. Sam looked at his watch and suggested an early dinner on their private patio. They opted for traditional BBQ and salads from a nearby restaurant that delivered. Belinda slipped out of her babydoll and into a cotton top and soft jersey skirt and sandals, leaving on the bikini bottoms and her toy in place. From the patio, they heard the delivery person knock at the door. When they opened the door and the young white delivery boy saw a black man with a white woman, his disgust registered instantly on his face. He handed over the food and took their money, then deliberately spat on the ground next to him. "Have a pleasant evening," said Belinda, closing the door. "Welcome to Mississippi," she continued. "I guess we'll have to get used to that reaction." "How could you be so polite to him? And you tipped him way more than you should have." Sam said angrily. He had run into plenty of racists in his life, but this concerned Belinda and his back was up. "I did it to mess with him. He's so wound up about us that that $40 tip is going to stick in his craw. He won't be able to enjoy it one bit. Don't let a moron ruin our dinner, okay? Let's eat. It smells great." Belinda grabbed two Abita beers from the room's fridge and followed Sam back to the patio. It was hot, perfect weather for a beer and 'que and the food delivered on the promise of its smell. After dinner, she stood up and started to clear the table. As she bent over, Sam's hand ran across her ass, freezing as he felt something hard there and realized what it was. "Have you been wearing that this whole time?" The question came out in a croak. "Yeah. The booklet suggested it. It's very ... stimulating. Would you like to see how stimulating?" Sam just nodded. Belinda snaked her hand down the waistband of her skirt and into her panties. She brought her hand back out and put her sopping wet fingers into Sam's mouth. "Would you like seconds on that or the 'que?" she asked. Without a word, Sam stood up. The tall fence around the patio gave them almost as much privacy as their room. Like Belinda had done, he slid his hand down into her skirt and panties, but instead of just swiping at her wet core, he entered her with two fingers. Belinda struggled to stay quiet as he finger-fucked her again an again, until an orgasm beginning to build somewhere within her. Quickly, he withdrew his hand and licked her wetness off of him watching her moaning in frustration at the climax that had been snatched away. With a single motion, he peeled off her skirt, the panties coming with it. "Turn around," he commanded. "Bend over and put your hands on the table," he told her in a low voice. Between the curved cheeks of her naked ass, he could see the silver rosebud and the shining pink crystal. Even though she couldn't see him, Belinda could feel Sam's burning stare on her ass. She heard the rattle of his belt being unbuckled and the hum of his zipper dropping. His hand encircled her waist as he bent her farther over the table, the thick head of his cock knocking at the door of her slit, demanding to be let in. Belinda spread her legs slightly and he slid into her channel. They were both silent as he worked his way in and out of her, the weight of her anal plug pushing her walls against him, making what was already a tight fit even tighter. Sam pumped his hips into her, and like a lion mounting his mate, he bit into her shoulder. She couldn't move as he fucked in and out of her. They stayed silent, the only sound the wet sloshing of their sex. Sam was moving faster now, pumping deep into her. She felt his cock thicken as it did just before he came and she felt the warmth of his seed spreading inside of her. He slumped against her for a moment, still holding her by the waist but releasing his bite. They awakened Sunday morning, curled together naked in the bed. They had fallen asleep, talking and dreaming of their future. Sam told Belinda about the job that awaited him upon graduation and they talked about what job opportunities might exist for her in Chicago. The thought of leaving Mississippi both frightened and thrilled her. She didn't even own a winter coat and most of her shoes were either sandals or open at the toe or back...not much use in the snow. Still, she knew as long as she was with Sam, it would be okay. Sam rushed out in time to worship at the church he had spoken for the day before. While he was gone, Belinda again fetched a breakfast tray for set it aside for Sam's return. She went out to sit on the patio, but the sun was burning down, so she retreated to the room bringing with her their scattered clothing from the night before. Tonight it was back to the real world. Belinda remembered to call and pay for her final two purchases. As far as American Express was concerned, she was at the university that day. Feeling a little bit of cabin fever, Belinda went out for a short walk, hoping the shady boulevards would be cooler than her patio had been. The heat of July in Mississippi was oppressive, even in cool clothes and a big straw hat, so she soon returned to B&B. Sam joined her shortly thereafter. He had paid for Sunday night, even though they would need to leave after a late lunch, but check-out time was set for noon and he was willing to pay for the night to have the extra hours alone with Belinda. They found board games in the armoire and played at the table, natural competiveness coming out in both of them. They laughed easily and often. Even more than when they were making love, Sam felt the naturalness of their connection, knowing it was real and trusting it would carry them through the tough months ahead. Far too soon, it was time to think about saying goodbye. They slid back into the bed. This time there were no acrobatics. They lay naked together, Sam softly stroking Belinda's breasts and circling her clit slowly with his fingers as they whispered words of love to one another. Sam prepared to enter her for the last time of this magical weekend, propped above her, kissing her face, nose, cheeks, and eyelids. Her peak of fertility had passed, he realized, reaching for the lubricant and rubbing it across his cock before he pushed into his favorite place on earth. Belinda clung to Sam as he made love to her, holding on tightly with her arms and legs. Rationally, she knew that in less than a month, they would be back at school, with more freedom than they had at her home, but the irrational part of her felt like something was ripping them apart. As they came together, she found herself crying, silent tears running down her face. Sam kissed away the tears, whispering over and over that it was all going to be okay. When she calmed down, they saw a late lunch was out of the question; they needed to pack and head in their separate directions: Sam back to the Sutter's and Belinda back to school. With no words for what they were both feeling, they parted in silence.